ray your face

So Cisco OBVIOUSLY has a social media set up for heroes to share posts with each other I mean: 

  • It starts out with just the Star Labs group but honestly they all work together and that’s no fun so he adds the Arrow crew on.
    • Then they get to the Legends and then Cisco figures out how to make the program accessible to other Earths, so Kara and Co have accounts set up as well. 
      • Barry oddly is in a group chat with himself and two other Barrys????? 
    • See if they have Len and Mick in there now, they have to have Lisa in on the network as well. 
      • “Cisco, you let Golden Glider add us?” “She was very…persuasive!” (She sent him a kissy emoji.) 
  • And then, if you have three Rogues on there, you have to have all the Rogues on the network. 
    • Hartley is a little offended that he wasn’t on there already (it’s because when he’s not sharing current events news stories with the caption “makes me wish I was a villain again” he’s posting 3-year-old memes). 
    • Livewire hacks in and probably inserts herself into every account for a day before Winn and Cisco kick her off. 
    • So now they have a bunch of criminals on their superhero version of Facebook and somehow no one cares. 
  • Thea has somehow linked up with Lisa Snart and now the two PM each other talking about how annoying the heroes can be and they’re thinking of video chatting each other?? bc why not. 
  • Kara keeps geotagging her location and everyone else screams because KARA NO STOP DOING THAT
    • Her entire account is selfies with little kids dressed as Supergirl though and no one can bear to attack in her location. 
      • She’ll also find kids dressed up as villains and tag the respective criminal in the post (Cold was surprised there were kids dressed up as him but also very pleased). 
  • Shawna probably posts pictures of herself with whatever she’s stolen for the day. 
    • She posts a picture with 5 things from the Central City Museum and captions it as “@flash what’s good bitch” 
  • The Legends team is the biggest group of losers and they’ll be the ones sending push notifications to everyone else for random games 24/7. 
    • “WHO IS NATE HEYWOOD AND WHY IS HE SENDING ME REQUESTS TO JOIN DRAGON CITY.” 
    • Amaya connects with Mari online and lemme tell you, getting lives from your dead grandmother on Candy Crush is the weirdest experience Mari has ever had. 
    • Since they totally have phones that work all throughout time and space the team also has a bunch of games downloaded from like, 2060 so their push notifications just glitch up the whole system.
  • Honestly most of the Rogues probably do this??? Lisa posts a picture of herself with a bracelet and tags the entire Flash team and makes her status “really love my bracelet. The price was a STEAL!” 
    • Barry: “It’s a nice bracelet Lisa!” 
    • Barry: “Wait. Lisa what do you mean by STEAL????” 
    • Lisa: ;) 
    • Barry: “LISA “ 
  • Pictures are a mess. They’re supposed to have their costumes on but no one ever pays attention to that rule. 
    • Jax definitely has a selfie of the team grinning in front of a captured Legion of Doom. He tags everyone in it. Including the aforementioned villains. 
    • Ray posts his 5 billion selfies of himself on the moon. 
      • Barry: Wait is that Thawne in the background. 
      • Ray: Barry I’m on the moon can you focus on the important part here? 
      • Oliver: Should you really be posting your face, Ray? 
      • Ray: I’m legally dead, Oliver. 

I have so many feelings about Zoe Evans, and her beautiful face 💫

Hiraeth (M) | Pt.1

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

Originally posted by jungkooz

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt.10 | pt.11 | pt.12 |

Words: 12,957.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, smut, fluff, angst.

Summary: “I guess we’re not so different after all, huh? Brains, brawns – what does it matter when we’re all just scared of being left alone and stupidly hopeful?”

A/N: Inspired by the wonderful game The Last of Us.

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Hi, this question is for Chucky & Tiffany! What would your future life look like if you went through a downward spiral of meth and cocaine? I'm talking a loooot of drugs, and possibly back-alley plastic surgery. I wanna see what that would look like. I'm having a hard time picturing it in my feeble human mind. Thanks in advance, appreciate it, papa bless.

Chucky: Don’t do drugs, kids. Good god those things are horrific. Is that supposed to be me?!

Tiffany: Do my eyebrows look like that?! Are they that uneven?!
Chucky: WOMAN, CALM DOWN!

Tiffany: LOOK AT MY EYEBROWS!

Chucky: AT LEAST YOU HAVE EYEBROWS!!

17,again - Chapter 01.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, drama, fluff.

Word count: 7k

Summary: Your relationship of ten years seems to be stuck as your CEO boyfriend works non-stop and doesn´t pay much attention to you or your hints about marriage. Desperate to awaken the spark of love again you beg the universe for a change that will make him fall for you for the second time in his life. And the universe listens.

Author´s note: This is inspired by the Chinese version of the movie “17 again”. Although this story is going to be quite different I recommend not watching the film if you don´t want to spoil yourself anything that could happen in this fic.

PROLOGUE: https://bts-writing-minsuga.tumblr.com/post/158614466764/17again-prologue


It was not the sun rays tickling your face that woke you up but the crazy dream you had just had as images of it were still going through your head. Basically, you were living with this man that didn´t pay attention to you and had stopped pursuing your career as an artist to make it possible. The idea itself was the most nonsensical and absurd thing you had ever heard. Not even for a million dollars would you do that.

A hairy warm thing touched your arm and your eyes shot open while your body stumbled almost falling off the bed in an attempt to cover yourself up with the blankets. The repeatedly movement of your mouth opening and closing couldn´t compare to the shock you were feeling as the man you had dreamt of was now lying next to you, breathing and everything. He was completely oblivious to your presence and lost in a deep sleep, so your first reaction was to carefully examine his features. From his brown locks resting on his forehead to his parted lips you couldn´t recall who he was. Extending a hand to push the hairy thing, which happened to be his leg that was tangled with your limbs, you cautiously placed it back where it belonged and looked around. Maybe you had gone to a party and brought him home to sleep together. That theory would´ve been valid if not for the fact that as you exited the bedroom and wandered around the living room you came to the realization that it wasn´t your place that you had woken up in. There were no sketchbooks on the floor, no walls full of your paintings, no canvases and no huge poster of Nick Carter. A shiver went down your spine as you were only wearing some black lingerie that deferred a lot from your usual panties with the days of the week stamped on them, which only confused you even more.

“Okay. So I´ve probably slept with him or something. I should search for my stuff and go. Do I have college today?”

Muttering to yourself you carefully started looking through the house and gave up after a while as your clothes where nowhere to be found and decided to wait until he woke up. It had only been ten minutes when your stomach started growling. What a great moment to be hungry. You considered the situation and decided to just attend your needs.

“I might as well grab some food if I´m stuck here”

Luckily for you there was a cookie jar placed on the kitchen island and you didn´t hesitate to open it.  Your mouth was watering and as your lips were almost touching the first one someone grabbed your forearm and you threw the cookie at whoever it was by natural reflex.

“For God´s sake what are you doing?”

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xxno-wayxx said: Sherlock x reader. Reader has a miscarriage?

Warnings: miscarriage and depression.

A/N: this is probably one of the most angsty things I have ever written but I do love write angst. Also, please don’t read this if it is a sensitive topic for you. Also, I added a season four quote in here as I thought it was necessary as it fit the writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! xxx



He wished you’d say something. He wished you'd laugh. He wished you’d smile. Oh how he loved your smile. The way your lips curved and captured joy with the ray of sunshine of your face. The way your eyes lit up and sparkled. That hadn’t occurred in a long while.

 

 

You kept him sane. He could listen to you for hours and not tire of your voice, your sweet melodic voice. Sherlock would be fascinated by you, despite your belief that you were quite ordinary. He was also in love with you; an emotion he denied feeling for a while. However, when the time came for him to care for you, he couldn’t. You’d shut him out completely. You’d shut everyone since the trip to the hospital…

 

 

You awoke with labour-like pains in the middle of the night. You screamed out in agony and pools of blood was running down your leg.

“It’s only six months!” You cried out in both pain and agony. You clung to Sherlock as he held you in his arms. “This cannot be happening.” Your wails could be heard from downstairs so Mrs Hudson, fearing the worst, came up to your flat but Sherlock sent her swiftly away as she entered the bedroom.

“I’m going to call an ambulance,” Sherlock whispered softly to you. He went to leave you to get his phone as the pair of you had just so happened to leave your phones in the living room. When he pulled away to leave, you clung to him tighter so he picked you up and carried you with him when he went to retrieve the phone. He knew moving would make the pain increase but you wouldn’t leave him.

 

 

Everything seemed to go in a blur until you had to give birth. That was very slow and full of torment. Sherlock was by your side through it all. He tried to stay strong for you. In the end, you were left on the bed with your tiny child in your arms. Nothing could have brought her round. You could do nothing but look down at her and weep. But you didn’t weep. You just felt empty. Sherlock felt the same but a single tear trickled down his face. It’s not like Sherlock didn’t care. He cared a lot as he loved you and your baby, that you unfortunately lost. You cried buckets after the birth but as soon as she was placed in her arms, all emotion was lost from your exterior. Sherlock hated the thought of you bottling it all inside.

“She needs a name,” You stated. Sherlock nodded in agreement.

“Melody.”

“And a middle name?”

Sherlock thought. “Elizabeth. Melody Elizabeth Holmes.”

“My little Melody.”

 

 

“Y/N,” Sherlock called. “I’ve made you a cup of tea.” Sherlock never made anyone tea and he knew you wouldn’t drink it but he wanted to try. You were stood by the window gazing out at the street below. You’d been stood there for around an hour lost in your thoughts like usual. You’d been like this for three months. Your body had healed relatively quickly but you were mentally unstable. You rarely ate or drank and you hardly slept. You only slept after the miscarriage and you felt absolutely exhausted. Well, you did feel incredibly tired for the next three months but couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. When you did sleep, you didn’t want to wake up.

 

 

“Y/N,” Sherlock repeated the tea. This time you slowly turned your head to face him. You frame was thin, due to the lack of eating and you had heavy bags under your eyes.

“I’m fine,” You replied quietly. That wasn’t the voice Sherlock was used to hearing as it was broken one.

“You haven’t done anything today, have you?”

No reply.

“Have you eaten?”

No reply.

He sighed. “Y/N, you need help.”

“My baby needed help.” Your eyes welled up. Sherlock took this as a good sign. It was awful to see you cry but he detested seeing you so isolated from the world. This was your first emotional outburst since the day you lost your child.

“I killed her, Sherlock!” You screamed as the flood of tears streamed down the cheeks that were once rosie.

“No,” Sherlock said sternly and walked over to you. He put his hands on your shoulders. “This is not your fault. It was inevitable.”

“Then who’s fault is it?”

“There a several causes that can cause it-”

“But what if the cause is me? What if I have a problem.”

Sherlock sighed. "Approximately 60 percent of miscarriages are caused by mismatched chromosomes. So, if you blame yourself, then you will also have to blame me. Also, most miscarriages are a one time thing so this may not be a problem with you. Please, my love, stop hurting yourself.“

"I just…” You couldn’t think of the right word. “Hurt. Sherlock, I just hurt. I feel so empty. It’s been three months. I should have my little girl with me now. New-born and alive and healthy and… She’s not.”

“We can’t bring her back though.”

“No…”

“I will help you. Everyone will help you. However, you need to realise that I…" A lump formed in his throat. "I lost my child too and now I worry that I’ll lose you.”

“I’m so sorry.” Only now did you realise the pain you put him through. “I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t mean to put you through any pain. I was selfish.”

“No you weren’t selfish. Your baby died, our baby died!” He sighed. “It’s okay.”

“But it’s not!”

“No but it is what it is. We will get help and we’ll get through this together.”


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It’s a weird feeling to be between two phases in life, on one side is the past and all the pain, sadness, and grief is ever so close, but fading quickly like light in the twilight sky after Sunset. And you feel a little guilty for letting go of your suffering.
And on the other side is the hope of a new day, with so much potential and excitement and mystery of what is to come with this new dawn breaking. And you feel the magic of the days first rays of sunlight touching your face, as if for the first time again.
It is a weird feeling indeed.

Morning Delight (M)

Originally posted by go2bedjungkook

A/N: I meant to have this done by Jin’s birthday but… Obviously that didn’t happen. Seokjin needs love too, okay. He’s so under appreciated it’s upsetting and I wanted to give him some love.

Words: 2,510

Warnings: Swearing, smut, mild - and I mean mild - dirty talk, and table sex.

Sunlight flowed through the crack in the curtains, warm rays hitting your face as you sit up in bed with your back against the headboard. Beside you is your boyfriend, light snores coming from him as he sleeps soundly. The light illuminating from the sun hits his face in a way that almost takes your breath away, his caramel skin seemingly glowing with the rays. His full lips are slightly pouty, parted slightly as he breathes. The covers are pulled halfway down his body, his broad shoulders and back revealed to you, his shoulders rising with every breath he takes. He looks peaceful, serene almost, and you can’t help but let a frown form on your face. He’s been working so hard lately with all of the comeback work and practice; coming home late at night exhausted and only being able to get - at most - three hours of sleep, and you knew it was beginning to take a toll on him. Bags were beginning to form under his eyes, forced smiles would appear on his full lips, and you knew that he just didn’t have any energy left in him right now. But now, with a few days off, you’re hoping that you can help in at least some way to get him relaxed.

With that thought in your mind, you let a small smirk form on your lips as you quietly slip out of the bed and make your way out of your shared room. Jin’s t-shirt clung to your body, the hem falling just above your knees, and swished along as you made your way into the kitchen. With everything he has done for both you and the boys, you decided to return the favor to him.

Grabbing everything you needed - eggs, bacon, sausage, bread - you placed them onto the counter and reached to grab one of the frying pans in the cupboard. With the quiet volume of the music playing on your phone, you hum quietly as you begin to make breakfast for the two of you. Slowly you lose yourself in the soft melodies coming from your phone and your hips sway side to side, your fingers turning off the stove once the breakfast was done. But just as you were going to turn around and grab two plates, a pair of arms wraps around your waist and you’re being pulled into a warm chest.

“If I knew I was going to wake up to this, I would’ve been up sooner.”

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For You Are

Wrap your arms around me
Tight,
Tonight.

Sing me a song
Full of images inspired
By love and desires
Where I am your hero
You are my Muse
Casting a spell
Sparking the fuse

Broken and spent
May I lay at your feet
Having given my everything
Avoiding defeat

For you are

My strength
My purpose
My life
My reason

My safe haven
My storm
My changing
Of season

Shine your rays on my face
Battered and scarred
After years of promises
I’ve overcome so far.

I promise to you
Give all of me, true.
Across plains and high desert,
Mountains, rivers, no lesser.

Still I will come back
To feel you at my side
Feeling your warmth
In bed every night.

One day, say you will,
Until then I’ll be waiting
Hanging onto the dream
My lust finally sating.

You,
Only you,
Always you,
Hopefully you…

Will feel it, too.

-H. Murcia 12:30AM 3/28/2017

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Morning after your first time w/ Wonho Moodboard for @wonhowonderland <3


Inspired by SoMo’s cover of “Wanted” by Hunter Hayes

Last night was perfect. It was your first time and you were more nervous than you had imagined. You had been the one to initiate last nights intimacy, but your inexperience caused you to change your mind at the last minute. Wonho never pressured you. He was just as content to simply hold you all night, as long as he was with you nothing else mattered. His understanding and tenderness helped to calm your nerves and reminded you why you had chosen him to be your first. Wonho was the only one you had ever considered losing your virginity too. You longed to be close to him in this way. And now with your inhibitions calmed you were able to experience one of the best nights of your life.

Now it was the morning after and you could feel the warm rays of sunlight on your face. You groaned at the thought of having to leave bed and snuggled deeper into Wonho’s arms. He let out a muffled yawn and kissed the nape of your neck while whispering “good morning, beautiful” in your ear. Turning to face him while still wrapped in his arms, you were greeted with his signature heart stopping smile. All of a sudden your shyness returned full force and you buried your face in his neck to hide the blush in your cheeks. Wonho pulled your face back to his, placing small kisses all over it, the last on your forehead. “I love you” was all he said before throwing you over his shoulder as he got up from the bed eliciting a squeal from you when he spanked your bottom declaring it was shower time.

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Legends of Tomorrow | 2.08 | Ray Palmer

I think we can all agree if anyone here looks like a G-man here, it’s me.

7 Days of Heaven (Day 3 – Jinyoung)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-MarkDay 4-Jackson Day 5-Youngjae  Day 6-Bambam  Day 7-Yugyeom

Characters:  Park Jinyoung (Junior, GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Kitten Kink, Master/Pet (Whatever it is called but meh), Very very light bondage, Park Jinyoung in suit with his forehead exposed isn’t that enough

Words:  3,829 words

A/N:  3rd Day of the journey to heaven!  Some of you may be confused as to why Jinyoung came first before Jackson (when Jackson is older).  There is no big reason behind it, I just thought that Jinyoung was the one present when the reader drunk confessed, so… He was one of the firsts (if that makes sense) haha

—Shoutout to @jinmeowie dear!!!!!!


Jaebum grabbed you from Mark when he sensed that Mark is getting too detailed with you. You whined at Jaebum’s actions and you were sitting in between the hyungs again.  You crossed your arms against your chest and pouted.  Mark murmured a sorry to Jaebum that you were unable to hear.

“I was talking to oppa!” You pouted and you are about to lay your head on Mark’s thighs again when he stood up to sit on the other single couch instead, making your head hit the soft throw pillow.

“Enough with the silent Mark Tuan, ______.  Oppa wants to know what you think about Jac-“

“Park Jinyoung…”  You interrupted Mark and Jinyoung’s head shoot up.

“I wanna talk about him.  He looks so gorgeous whenever he wears a suit… Do you agree with me that he has a fucking kitten kink?  Like… he will call me kitten during sex… while he is still in his suit!”  You blurted out and giggled right after, as if you are talking about something not related to a dirty sex kink.

“Fuck I cannot take this anymore. I’ll be back but I need some fucking release.”  Mark stormed out of the room while you are still in your thoughts.  Jinyoung and Jaebum, on the other hand, just shook their heads in sync and waited for Mark to comeback.

“I will go next once Mark is back, Jinyoung.”


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Fan sign | One Shot.

pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
words: 2125 words
genre: fluff
a/n: just some harmless fluff. will be putting out another oneshot this week! then working on sunflowers again!

you have no idea how you let her convince you to go to this fan sign but here you were and all you could think about was how you possibly made the guy you liked mad at you for being there.

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