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If Harry ever set up a muggle dating profile, his description would say: Anyone who’s interested message me by replying to this question: If you ever met a very famous person, what would you say to them?

And after getting numerous boring responses he’d get this one:

I do know a very famous person and he’s an asshole. So, I’d probably say ‘Hey, asshole.’

And Harry thinks, this, this is it. This is the kind of man he needs. So he sets up a date with this guy and it turns out to be Draco. 

Upon seeing each other they just groan defeatedly.

how tf did they not know


Etsuko Ichihara

Latest episode from tocotocotv profiles artist whose works explores traditional Japanese culture with modern technology:

In this episode, we spend the day with Etsuko Ichihara, media artist and self-proclaimed “fantasy director”. Ichihara has worked on various projects combining Japanese tradition to modern technologies to create unique interactive experiences. Our first stop will be in the Kawashima shopping street, where Ichihara handled art direction for a local festival, curating and showcasing some of her original works, such as her unconventional “Sexual Harassment Interface”. We will then follow her to the Akasaka Hikawa shrine, where we will hear more about her “Digital Shaman Project”, a project that combines humanoid robots to the mourning process, which was heavily influenced by Buddhism and her personal experience. Ichihara also takes her inspiration from Japanese traditional folklore; she will tell us more about her “Namahage in Tokyo” project, which unleashes a Japanese traditional creature in the streets of Tokyo. 


Etsuko also has a tumblr blog @etsukoichihara


Airing on AXS TV

can there please be Criminal Minds pop figures????
like I would kill for a Reid with his messenger bag like aHHH pLEAsE I WOULD DO ANYTHING


Originally posted by vitunkpoppi

Character(s): Reader X Changkyun, bestfriend!jooheon

Genre: fluff, borderline!crack

Warning(s): scientist!changkyun (is that a warning), online dating, bad humor

Length: 3.2k

Summary: In which your best friend sets you up for an online dating site and maybe it’s not so bad when you meet a  scientist by the name of Lim Changkyun.

There’s a reason you don’t let Jooheon touch your laptop. Aside from the porn sites (and the numerous viruses acquired from them) he’s not to be trusted alone. You’ve known this since the third grade when he came over for a playdate and ended up drinking a bottle of Elmer’s glue while you went to the bathroom because he was too shy to ask for water.

He can’t be trusted.

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Get to know Topp Dogg

This is just a summary of my ‘ Get to know Topp Dogg’ Posts, their songs, covers, MV’s and ideal types :3


Legendary Moments:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

Dogg’s Out - 2013 / Dogg’s Out
말로해 (Follow Me /Say It) - 2013 / Dogg’s Out
Cigarette - 2013 / Dogg’s Out
귀여은 걸 (Cute Girl) - 2013 / Dogg’s Out
Play Ground - 2013 / Dogg’s Out

아라리오 (Arario) - 2014 / Arario
Keep Smiling - 2014 / Arario
들어와 (Open The Door) - 2014 / Arario
알어 (I know) - 2014 / Arario
Fever / 종말론자 (Eschatologist) - 2014 / Arario

Intro Amadeus - 2014 / Amadeus
Amadeus - 2014 / Amadeus
TOPDOG - 2014 / Amadeus
Salieri - 2014 / Amadeus
This Isn’t Right (Feat. Cho PD) - 2014 / Amadeus 
What’s Wrong With Me / Oh My Baby  (나 왜이래) - 2014 / Amadeus 
Peekaboo - 2014 / Amadeus 

애니(Annie) - 2014

Runaway - 2015 / The Beat
The Beat - 2015 / The Beat
O.A.S.I.S - 2015 / The Beat
All Eyez on Me - 2015 / The Beat
Emotion - 2015 / The Beat 
Sweetheart (Sangdo Solo) - 2015 / The Beat

Feel Alive - 2016 / Please Come Back, Mister OST
You - 2016 / Please Come Back, Mister OST
Falling in Love / 2016 - Please Come Back, Mister OST

Music Videos and Music Dramas:

말로해 (Follow Me /Say It)
들어와 (Open The Door) 
아라리오 (Arario)
The Beat
Runaway Music Drama 
O.A.S.I.S Music Drama


썸(Some) - 소유 x 정기고
Eyes,Nose,Lips - Taeyang
범키 - 갖고놀래 (feat. Jucy of EvoL)
친구여 (feat. SAAY of EvoL)
Empire State Of Mind - Jay-Z (feat. Monica of Badkiz)
Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding
The Hills - The Weeknd
The Monster - Rihanna and Eminem

Ideal Typ:


raphael openly following simon on twitter just to post cryptic things about betrayal and heart simon’s tweets even tho it’s nothing but boring shit like a picture of a cat he passed in an alley or bits of original lyrics

“I think the bad thing about some groups is, you know the lead guitarist likes to be the star and the drummer likes to be the star, and also the singer’s out there in the front, you know. who is the star of the group, and that’s all wrong I think. With us we try, and everybody is a bit of, you know, one whole.” - George, Pop Profile, 1965

white blood

pairing: tom holland x reader

word count: 2,841

warnings: no explicit mention of depression (but implied), self hatred thoughts, angst, LOTS AND LOTS OF FLUFF/CHEESINESS AT THE END THO

a/n: hi guys !! this is my first fic, and this is probably just a one time thing bUT WHO KNOWS AMIRIGHT. anyways, i’m really nervous about posting it so pls just give it a shot; there will be spelling mistakes, repetitive word use, etc., but obviously, writing is a long process that requires a lot of hard work. i have been dealing with depression for a long time, and a few nights ago, i was at a particular low, so i turned to writing, and out popped this little thing. part of this song was inspired by white blood by oh wonder, because i saw them in concert this weekend and this song really got to me, so give it a listen! i also want to put it out there, that you are all stronger than you think, and you will persevere through whatever difficult problem you are struggling with. all the love xoxo.

I’m ready to go

I’m ready to go

Can’t do it alone

Can’t do it alone

every day, it was the same thing. get up, sit in bed all day, go back to sleep. you didn’t leave the house, hell, your brain wouldn’t let you. you were trapped inside the jail cell that was your mind, surrounded by self doubt and hatred. but today, it felt harder than usual. it was like there was a weight that was wedged into your scalp, pushing your body deep into the ground and making you feel as if you were numb. you sighed as you looked at the sun shining in through the windows as if beckoning you to run and bask in its golden glory. but your bad thoughts seem to pull you back towards your bed, whispering, “stay for a while, stay for a while”. at this point, it seemed to hard to fight. you seemed to slay your demons but every day, they seemed to come back stronger than before. but it didn’t mean that your heart didn’t ache to just feel the heat of the sun’s beams on your face because, it did. you wanted to feel alive again, like you weren’t a soul slowly rotting away in a human corpse. you climb back into your warm, inviting, white sheets and pull them over your face. you close your eyes for a moment, but the sound of a buzz causes your eyelids to open. you push off the covers and lean over to look at your phone that was charging on your bedside table. you stare at the screen and see a familiar contact name flashing.

tried calling you last night, but i’m assuming you fell asleep since it was pretty late. i’m thinking of you, and i miss you. call me back when you can x

you sighed and set it back down on the table, not having the heart to talk to him and pretend that everything is fine. that’s the reason why you were dodging his calls. you couldn’t let him see you this way. you couldn’t open yourself up to him when the weight of the world is on his shoulders. you knew that if you told him how you felt, he would be nothing be supportive and kind, which is the problem. you couldn’t be any reason to hold him back; this was his dream, and you would never forgive yourself if you were the one who stood in the way of his goals. at first, he even insisted that he wasn’t going to take the role; he knew that he needed to be with you, to support you, and help you through every bump in the road, but you couldn’t let him do that. as his girlfriend, you felt as if it was your duty to ensure that he was on the path to being as happy as possible. but that meant putting on a mask and hiding how you truly felt. you grabbed your laptop, opened up netflix, rewatching yet another episode of your favorite show, and stared off into space, the sound of characters chattering in the background providing some white noise.

I’m ready to run through the heat of the sun

Can’t do it alone

Can’t do it alone

you wake up to the same old sound of buzzing, and look over, seeing tom’s angelic profile picture pop up on your tiny screen, illuminating the whole room. you hesitate staring at his contact picture, with his glowing smile, and tessa’s big eyes. part of you aches to see his face, so barely thinking, you swipe the accept button. and there is your beautiful boyfriend, looking like an absolute angel as usual. his soft curls sat like a mop on his head; he seemed to have spidey head, which is what he liked to called his hair after hours in the spidey suit. he had dark circles in his eyes, but at the same time, he was beaming. he was tired, but you could tell how truly happy he was. once he saw your face, he lit up, his teeth gleaming and his cute little dimples dancing along the sides of his lips.
“wow hello beautiful,” he whispers in a groggy voice, exhaustion clearly apparent in his voice.
“why are you calling me tom? aren’t you still shooting?”
“what? not excited to see me? i’m offended.” he pouts and crosses his arms across his chest like a toddler. he then notices your stone cold expression and then pushes his hands against his chair, adjusting his position. “you didn’t call me back this morning, so i got worried”
“yeah um.. i’ve just been really busy with university stuff today. that’s all” you lie, sending a weak smile his way, hoping that he would just accept you at your word and move on. and thankfully, he did. so then he started rambling on and on about everything he’s been up to, what his favorite stunt of the day was, how the producer replaced his chair with a toilet, etc. as he continues to speak, your eyes start to wander and end up staring at your face through the tiny reflection of yourself staring back up at you, and you shudder. you hadn’t showered in two days, the grease clearly apparent in your hair and on your face, little red dots poking their way out of your skin. your lips were slightly chapped, and there seemed to be no life behind your eyes.
“y/n? y/n? helloooo” he waves his hand in front of your space, snapping you away from your self hatred infused thoughts, “you’ve been spacing out this entire time. what’s going on?”
“it’s nothing tom, alright? don’t worry about it”
he lifts an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “well clearly it’s not nothing. i know when something is on your mind”

I’m ready to fall

So tired of it all

Down deep in a hole

Can’t do it alone

you look down at your hands because you knew that if you looked tom in the eyes, then the tears would come crashing down. “can you just drop it, please?” you rub your hands back at forth, trying to calm your excessive shaking.
“not until you tell me what is wrong”
you stay silent.
“I SAID JUST DROP IT, OKAY?” you yell as a quiver begins to escape your lips and tear start to drip down little by little.
“darling, what is-”
“i’m-i’m sorry tom. i don’t know what’s gotten into me. i-i’ve gotta go” you whisper, tears beginning to stream faster and faster down your wet cheeks as you speak each and every word. you wipe them away with your fingers in a brisk motion.
"y/n-” you see tom’s eyes grow wide in worry and you hang up. by now, you were full out sobbing. your body felt like it was convulsing and you lean forward on your bed, your tears spilling onto the perfect sheets. you close your eyes, and eventually fall into a deep sleep.

I’m ready to climb this mountain inside

Impossible heights

you wake up to the sound of knocking. you stand up, puzzled as you stare at your alarm clock flashing 3:35am, which seemed to provide a tiny bit of light to the completely dark room. you  hear the little bugs buzzing around outside your window in the cool summer night, and you yawn, rubbing your eyes. the knocking continues, even more eagerly this time.
“just one minute please!” you throw on a pair of tom’s old baggy sweats lying on the floor beside your feet, wrapping your big blanket around you, and scurry towards the door. you turn the knob, and before you could even process what was happening, you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around you. you begin to push the strong arms off of you, wondering who the hell this man was, at 3 am, on a tuesday. but then he just pulls you deeper into him, forcing you to inhale his scent: vanilla and a tint of mint.

it was tom. for a moment, you tried completely denying it was him. he shouldn’t be back until at least two months from now. so you pull back for a moment, and stare up into a pair of beautiful, chocolate eyes. it was him. he squeezed you so tight to his body that you felt like you couldn’t breath, slowly pulling together the broken pieces of your heart with his embrace. his hands begin to stroke your hair, his fingers playing with it at the ends. you stood there in silence because in that moment, nothing had to be said. a few tears spill onto his white shirt as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“it’s okay,” he whispers quietly into your hair, softly kissing your cheek, “i’m here. i’m here now  darling.”
“what-what are you doing here?” you cry as you pull him closer, refusing to let him go.
"what can i say, i missed my best girl. and despite what everyone says, even spider-man needs a break sometimes,” he coos as he rocks you back and forth. he lifts his head off your shoulder and stares into your eyes, taking in every part of your face. he wipes away one of your tears and grasps your cheek in his hand. you close your eyes and lean into his hand. he continues to caress your cheek as the other takes yours which is resting on his shoulder and brings it to his lips, his lips tenderly kissing each and every knuckle, like there were butterflies landing on each individual finger.
"let’s go inside” he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers as he leads you back into your tiny apartment. he takes you into the kitchen, and pulls out a chair for you. you slump down, wrapping your fuzzy blanket around your body. you stare at tom as he looked through your cabinets, like it was his house. he picks out one of your favorite crematic mugs and then bends down in a squatting position as his eyes scanned the interior of the dark cabinet, his glance finally landing on the silver tea kettle. he then reaches over to the cabinet next to it, standing on his tippy toes and grabbing the box of various tea bags. he flipped through each one, finally landing on which one you knew was your go-to tea when you were sad. he leans over and flips the switch to the radio on, the quiet hum adding a peacefulness to the already comforting silence. he makes his way over to your stove, turning the fire on, and places the heavy kettle on top of it.  “oh i love this song,” tom exclaims as he adjusts the temperature, the bright orange flame simmering down to a darker blue. he hustles over to the radio, turning up the volume just slightly, and then hums along quietly as he makes his way over to you. he wraps his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as he sways you back and forth. he kisses your cheek, whispering the lyrics quietly into your ear and sending shivers down your spine. he then tugs on your hand with his, spinning your chair around so that it’s facing him. he pulls on your arm, urging you to stand up. you slouch back further into your chair and shake your head.

“dance with me, love”

“no tom, you know i don’t dance,”

“well, you’re going to,”

he nearly pulls your arm out of his socket, but smoothly snakes his hand around your waist, and grabs your other hand with his. you give him a dirty stare, but he just smirks and pulls you closer to him, your forehead resting on his chest, feeling it rise and fall, rise and fall. it was so constant and strong that you felt like his heartbeat was pulsing through your very own veins. his head rested on tops of yours, and then, he starts to sing the words into your hair so quietly that they seemed to be drifting into the air as he continues to move you back and forth.

Said you’d always be my white blood

Circulate the right love

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me

Said you’d always be my white blood

Elevate my soul above

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me, here with me

you didn’t even notice you started crying until you see the new water stains emerging onto tom’s t-shirt. you didn’t really know why you were crying. maybe it was the fact that he was actually here for the first time in four months. or maybe it was the fact that you felt like the world around you was falling apart. no matter what the reason, you feel yourself crying harder and harder, pulling tom closer to you, not wanting this moment to end. you wanted to remember dancing in your kitchen with tom, with no stress or worries. just tom. he looks down at you, concern growing in his eyes, but he says nothing, leading you over to the couch and sitting you down. he sinks into the couch and pulls you onto his chest as you continued to sob. he strokes your hair soothingly and rubs tiny circles on your shoulder, occasionally leaving a tiny kiss on your forehead. in that moment, tom knew that saying anything wouldn’t help; you just needed him to be there. nothing else. once your breathing leveled out, he murmurs, “shh… it’s gonna be alright…just breath… in and out…. in and out…” you calm yourself even further, closing your eyes, and listening to tom’s voice, feeling as if you were in some kind of trance. you hear the tea kettle screeching and you look up at tom. “i’m going to take care of that, give me five seconds,” you sit up slowly and nod, looking into his brown eyes and tucking your long hair that was dropping in front of your eyes behind your ears.

you continue to control your breathing. in and out. in and out. you take one deep breath and let it out slowly. you hear the shuffling of feet and look up to see tom, softly grinning at you with a mug in hand and steam swirling out of it. he spins the tea bag around and hands it to you. he stares at you intently as you take a sip and inhale the steamy scent. you stare at the tinted water as you feel tom’s eyes on you, scared of what he was going to say, or if he was going to say anything at all. you feel your fingers starting to shake again, but tom immediately puts his hands over yours, and holds them to his chest. he traces your hand with his pointer finger.

“i-i’m sorry,” you blurt out, refusing to meet his eyes.

“sorry? sorry for what, y/n? you haven’t done anything wrong” he asks soothingly rubbing your back.

“for making you so worried and making you come all this way. i know you’re busy and i’m sorry i’m all over the place and holding you back”

he shakes his head and holds your hands in his own. “babe, you’re not holding me back. in fact, you’re what’s keeping me going right now. i don’t want you to ever feel like your issues aren’t important, because they are. i want you to tell me everything. if there’s something going on.

“but you’re-you’re just living this surreal life, and i don’t wanna bother you with all my petty problems.”

“but y/n, everyone has their problems. i’m not perfect, i mean look at how many marvel secrets that i’ve given away,” you both chuckle, “but it doesn’t mean that i care any less. i’ll always care about you, because i love you, y/n, and that includes all parts of you.

you wrap your arms around his neck and he squeezes you tightly. he holds you and you feel yourself immediately feeling better.  after a few minutes, you finally pull away, rubbing your remaining tears off your cheeks with the back of your shirt.

“i’m such a mess,” you laugh as you finally look into tom’s eyes.

“aren’t we all,” he smiles at you, setting your cup of tea down on the coffee table, and pulling your blanket more onto your shoulders, “now, sleep.” you lay down onto tom’s lap and he strokes your hair. you start to blink slower and slower and your eyes eventually shut, falling asleep to tom’s angelic voice.

Said you’d always be my white blood

Circulate the right love

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me

Said you’d always be my white blood

Elevate my soul above,

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me

I need you right here with me

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