So this is what downtown Bucharest looks like now. 300.000 people in Piața Victoriei alone, joined by nearly 200.000 brothers and sisters worldwide, to denounce corruption and to stand up for the values they believe in.
New challang that may or may not catch on…
Only use colors from your sexuality or other sexuality flag to color a picture. The only exception is of course the grass. Here’s mine! Pansexual lion and a bi and trans bird of paradice!
BTS reaction to you posting a risky photo on Instagram
this is my first reaction post don’t judge me, it’s really bad
You as their friend posts a pretty ‘risky’ photo on insta. Not per see risky, but just a more attention taking picture.
(Gifs are not mine & of course reactions here differ from real life)
“Isn’t it a bit to much? No no, you look beautiful!’‘
He really cares about you and knows how rude people can be. Not to mention that your picture makes him a bit flustered himself. Not that he tells you that.
Jin might not think about it in a sexual way, (what happens in some other guys minds), but does think you look stunning and will defininetly let you know. At least someone has to have a collected mind at these kind of moments.
‘‘You look amazing! But I look more amazing.’‘
‘‘Is that you Y/N? Well damn.’‘
Yoongi wouldn’t hide the fact that he finds it hot at all. He speaks his mind and it lightly surprises him that you even would post a picture like that. \
Probably acting shook but you know he secretly likes the picture afterwards. He admires you for having the guts to post it. (ft jungkook tryna sneak a peek)
‘‘Wow, sorry you suprised me. But you do look pretty good. Not gonna lie.’‘
‘‘Oh! You look so perfect. What am I gonna do?’‘‘
Tries to look past the fact that it turns him a bit on. He doesn’t really mind what kind of picture it is, he will like it, it is all eventually you. But it’s easy to see this picture also caught him by surprised.
You know the person who is the first to like? Yes in this case it’s Jimin. He will admire you so much, giving you a lot of compliments. But still looks out for you.
‘‘Hey look, Y/N just posted!’‘
‘‘Let me see! Oh, look at her, she looks so good!’‘
Jungshook of course. For a few seconds though, after that he’s totally into it. Just like others admiring you that you posted it. Lowkey screenshots it.
‘‘Oh god, oh okay. Next time we take one together hah?’‘
“Somewhere over the darkened curve of the world the sun and moon
were pulling, and the film of water on the earth planet was held, bulging
slightly on one side while the solid core turned. The great wave of the tide
moved farther along the island and the water lifted. Softly, surrounded
by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the
steadfast constellations, Simon’s dead body moved out toward the open
Okay so Jake oettinger is getting drafted this year and could possibly be a first round pick and we all know how rare that is with goalies and such so that means hes very good. I want all of u to love him and his bff baby leafs goalie joseph woll as much as i love them and as much as they love each other. ok here goes:
Imagine: how would you react if you met your idol? That person whose voice made you smile, cry and scream even if you could listen to him just through a pair of headphones?
Notes: this is my first imagine, so I’m not very good at writing this kind of stuff. Then, how I said, English is not my first language so I’m pretty sure there will be a lot of mistakes, forgive me. I’d really appreciate if you could tell me what you liked and what you didn’t like of this imagine (if you’ll finish read it, of course!).The picture is not mine. Okay, I stop here. Hope you’ll like it!
“What am I missing? I went to the supermarket, to the pharmacy and to the bakery. What else were I supposed to do?” You had arrived in London just three days earlier so you still had a lot of things to do. Talking to yourself became a habit lately, because you felt like you had to speak a little bit in Italian to keep you sane: actually not because you missed your country, just because you have spoken in English from the moment you left the airport and this was driving you crazy. Of course you will have to deal with this “problem” since you’ll live and work in London for at least a year.
You were walking through one of the streets of London checking your list where you had written all your errands for that day.
“Oh yeah, I have to stop at the library.”
Turning around and checking the map on your mobile phone, you think about the books that you need for your job.
You moved as soon as your new boss called you in a Friday afternoon. You worked as a clerk of a clothes shop, but you didn’t like your job and, in your opinion, it wasn’t right for you: after have spent the most of your life studying three different foreign languages, you wish you had something more ambitious. So one evening, come home after a long day, you picked up your laptop and started looking for any job that might have suited you. A couple of offers drew your attention and the following morning you called who proposed those jobs.
Finally, a week later, you were on the front door with your parents who insisted on take you at the airport. There, your mum asked at least a million times if you were sure about this choice and you, after have reminded her that you were almost twenty years old, promised that you’d be all alright.
And now, here you are, with three books on your hands on your way home. Well, you didn’t live alone, but with a really nice girl you shared rent with.
You were impatient to be at home to start writing an essay you would have delivered the following morning: yes, your new job consisted on writing and correcting essays and the fact that you could work both at home and at your new desk in the office, made you anxious to begin.
Out of the library, you were trying to put at least one of the books inside your bag in order not to carry all of them by your arms, when you crashed into someone.
“Oh, I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to-” You apologize.
But those emerald green eyes and those arms that supported you in order not to knock you off didn’t let you finishing talking.
“Are you okay?” A familiar voice asks, with a note of concern.
It was like you were able to talk no more, no words came out of your mouth.
“Maybe you should sit down.” He says, catching a book from the ground that fell down during that little incident.
“Oh no no, I’m okay.” You respond immediately and thank him grabbing the book.
“Are you sure?” He looked really worried.
“Yeah, no problem, really. It was my fault, I’m sorry.” You apologize again.
“Stop apologizing! Actually I wasn’t paying attention where I was going so please, forgive me.”
“Well, neither did I…”
“So we are both guilty.” He gives you a smile so you can see his dimples.
“Yes, that’s right!” You agreed.
You both burst out laughing, with a little bit of embarrassment.
“So…what’s your name?”
“Y/n. I already know yours, however.”
He looked at you saying nothing, surprised at what you said.
“Well, I’m not going to scream, if you were worried. And I didn’t mean to run at you, in case you were wondering…” You quickly continue.
“I wasn’t. I just thought you didn’t recognise me.”
“Are you serious, Harry?” You snap. Then, blushing, you keep talking.
“I have had a crush on you since I was fourteen, I know all the lyrics of your songs by heart and I think I have something like a hundred photos of you on my mobile phone…oh no, don’t think badly!”
Harry can’t resist to laugh: you didn’t even breath during your touching speech.
“I won’t, I promise. But can I ask you why didn’t you say this before? You know, generally people started talking without stopping, screaming nonsense.” He says gently.
“I guess I like stand out from the crowd.” You say sarcastically shrugging. Again, he laughs.
“So, can I hug you? I know, it’s ridiculous but…”
He doesn’t let you finish and wraps his arms around your body. Immediately his perfume overwhelms you and you close your arms more powerful until all you could hear was his heart beating inside of his chest. You wanted to stay into his arms like that for the rest of the day and you didn’t care about your books and your back that now were on the ground. You just wanted to stop the time. Harry holds you tight until you break hug first, immediately regretting doing that. Tears wanted to come out from your eyes, you could fell it and you were trying to hold them back blinking fast.
“Y/n, don’t cry! You don’t want me to take a picture with your watery eyes, do you?” Harry tries to pick your spirits up.
“No, of course not.”
“So come on, have you got your mobile phone, right?”
“Yeah, here it is.” You grab your phone and offer it to him, so he may to make a photo.
You dry your eyes one last time and smile for the picture, with Harry’s arm around your waist.
“Thank you, Harry.” You say, hugging him one more time.
“Thank you, y/n.”
“I love you.” You grab your books and walk towards home, thinking about the best minutes of your life.