seriously too many of my loves are leaving

If you say anything bad about Kihyun, just unfollow me right now. Kihyun doesn’t steal all the lines, he does not deserve to be called racial slurs, and he does belong in Monsta X. He does not get a choice in how many lines he gets so how is that his fault? If you guys want to complain about how many lines he gets and how he’s “stealing” them from other members, go complain to starship, don’t slander Kihyun for doing his job and what he loves.


-rainbowdash550 request

Dating Benny Weir would involve…

  • Finding out about his magic
  • Having dirty ideas about said magic
  • Holding hands in the corridors around school
  • Becoming close friends with Ethan- who wasn’t sure about you at first because he thought you might take Benny away from him, but soon grew to love you and now sees you as a sibling
  • Fighting zombies, evil vampires, Egyptian gods and Cyberdontists with the gang
  • Surprisingly amazing sex- wow, that boy knows his stuff
  • Playing video games together
  • Studying Trigonometry with him- because ‘he is good at Trig’
  • His grandma treating you like a second grandchild 
  • Benny getting jealous over everyone and anyone because he’s so protective of you
  • Quick kisses when Benny leaves you for his class
  • Becoming close friends with Sarah and Erica- who are both glad to have another girl around here ‘because seriously there are too many dorky guys’
A Special Day (M)

Genre: smut/romantic AF fluff

Summary: It’s your birthday and Jackson gives you a lovey dovey, amazing time.

Word Count: 3635

Written by: Admin Smutty Woozfairy

Warnings: This is hella fluffy, so here is your warning.

A/N: First I want to apologize to @hannah-martinezzzz for taking so long with this request. I didn’t expect my summer to be as hellish as it was. Secondly, the request was a smut, yes, but it just didn’t want to happen that way. If you want another, more smutty, story, Hannah, please feel free to message me. I hope you like it anyway~~.

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Idol (Snowbaz)


Simon Snow is a pop star. Basilton Pitch is a lesser-known singer and violinist. Obviously, Baz loathes Snow. Or does he?

“Bloody Simon Snow,” I say for the umpteenth time. “He doesn’t know the first thing about music! I’m so sick of seeing his stupid face in every channel on TV,” I continue as I turn off the telly.

“Stop ranting, Baz! You’re obviously jealous that he’s famous and you’re not!” My sister, Mordelia, she fucking adores him. Mother has bought her tickets for next week’s concert and wants me to babysit her. Outrageous. I think I’ll wear my headphones.

“He looks like a nasty copy of Troye Sivan to me,” I complain. “And, for your interest, I do have some fans, too. Not as many, but more loyal. Snow would be jealous of my fans. None of his snowflakes is as devoted as my rosebudboy61.”

Seriously, I think this guy has been stalking me. He has an insane amount of pictures of me on his blog.

“Sure, Baz. I think you secretly love him. You never stop talking about him.”

“I never stop complaining about him. And rightly so,” I say. “Anyhow, do you still want that ice cream?”

“Yes!” She shouts.

“Then let’s go before I change my mind.”

“I don’t understand how you can love pistachio ice cream so much,” I say, as we leave the ice cream stand.

“Says the guy who only eats pumpkin mocha ice cream,” Mordelia replies. “Like, how did anyone come up with the idea? It’s disgusting.”

I stick my tongue out at her. How ungraceful. I hope rosebudboy61 isn’t around to photograph me.

Suddenly, a mysterious person appears out of nowhere and bumps into me, spilling my ice cream on my new jeans. Great.

“Hey!” I yell at them. But they’re already running away. I didn’t even get a chance to see their face. Only a glimpse of their eyes. Blue.

“I think this belongs to that person,” my sister says, picking up something from the floor and handing it to me. An ipod.

“Well, it’s not like I can return it to them,” I say, dropping the rest of the ice cream in the nearest trash can. “Let’s go back home, so I can change into clean clothes.”

After my daily hour of practice, I feel a bit unsettled. It hasn’t been my best performance. I can’t stop thinking about the strange person with blue eyes.

Out of curiosity, I decide to go through the playlist on the stranger’s ipod. There are only ten tracks. I press play and put the earbuds on. The first song is Freckles and Constellations, by Dodie Clark. Wow, one of my favourites.

Next one is BITE, by Troye Sivan. I love this one, too. And Troye is ten thousand times better than Simon Snow.

The following song starts with a violin solo. One of my violin solos. Ice and Fire. And then, the sweetest voice starts singing my song. It’s a male voice. It’s the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.

I keep listening to the tracks. More of my melodies sung by this brilliant singer. Until I reach the last track. It’s not a song, it’s a recording:

Hi, Basilton Pitch. I hope you are listening to this. What a stupid thing to say. Shit.” I laugh despite myself. “Anyway,” the voice continues, “I want you to know that you are my inspiration and the reason I am a singer.” There’s a brief pause. I can hear the boy heavily breathing. The next words are said so quickly I have to press replay to understand it. “If-you-want-to-meet-me-I’ll-be-every-day-from-four-to-seven-p.m.-at-Bea’s-of-Bloomsbury-back-table-I-love-you.

I look at the clock. Half six. If I take the Tube I can be there in twenty minutes. I don’t think it twice and dash out.

It takes me five extra minutes because I lose the first ride, but I’m there at five to seven. I go straight to the back table, and there he is. The stranger from before. Blue eyes. Where have I seen them before?

“Hello,” I say, as I sit on the chair opposite from him.

“Hi,” he greets me through his red scarf. It covers most of his face. I can only see his eyes. And a mole right under his left eyebrow. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“I came,” I say, stupidly. There’s something about this bloke that has me smitten. He’s going to think I’m a freak. “And I listened to the songs. You are amazing.”

“They’re your songs. You are the amazing one. I’ve been your admirer since you started your career.”

I blush. Jesus. Me, blushing.

We start chatting about music. It turns out we have very similar tastes. We keep talking about films, football and favourite food. He loves sour cherry scones. That’s why he comes here. He’s so awkward. I love it. God, I’m falling for this guy. Hard.

We keep talking and talking.

He makes a ridiculous joke about a vampire named Gampire, and I burst out laughing. It’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard, but I can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

I wonder if rosebudboy61 is here to capture this.


I can’t believe my thickness.

“Are you…” I start.

“Simon Snow,” he says at the same time I say, “rosebudboy61?”

What? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Of course, it wasn’t real. Of course, I should have known it was a prank. Fucking Simon Snow. I hate him. I storm out of the cafe without saying a word.

“Wait!” I hear him saying. But I don’t stop. I don’t turn around until I’m home.

I spend the following days locked in my room. Mother comes to bring me lunch and dinner, but she doesn’t ask anything. I’m grateful for that.

I can’t stop listening to Snow’s songs. To my songs, with the painfully beautiful voice of Simon bloody Snow. I can’t stop listening to the last three words of the recording. “I love you,” I say at the same time. Replay. “I love you.” Replay. “I love you.” I throw the bloody ipod to the wall with all my strength.

At that moment, Mordelia comes into my room. I don’t know how she does it.

“Baz, you have to see this,” she says. “You won’t believe it.”

She carries her tablet with her and shows it to me. It’s a youtube video.

She presses play and I see Simon Snow. “This is an apology for Basilton Pitch. I never should have lied to you. I’m sorry. Everything I said was true, though. It was all real,” he says with his perfect voice. And then he starts singing one of my songs. A Charmed Life.

“There are dozens of them, Baz,” Mordelia says. “I didn’t know you knew him.”

“Neither did I, ‘Delia.”

The day of the concert I’m a wreck. I don’t know what to make out of this bloke.

Mordelia finds us place at the front row. Grand. I’m a bag of nerves.

After a few minutes, Simon Snow appears on stage. My stomach flips.

He starts performing without noticing me and I let myself enjoy it. His voice. Until, suddenly, blue eyes lock on mine. He seems lost for a second and forgets the lyrics. Then, I do something very unexpected. I smile at him. That seems to give him confidence to continue with the show. But he doesn’t stop looking at me.

At the end of the concert he says, “I would like to introduce you to someone very special to me,” I’m mortified. “Basilton Pitch. Please, come up.”

I do, because Mordelia forces me to.

Snow turns to his public and says, “This boy here has been my inspiration to become a singer. He’s an extraordinary artist and human being. He’s my idol,” he looks at me again and adds, “and I want him to be even more than that. Will you be my terrible boyfriend?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’d love that.”

He drops the mic and takes my hands. My heart skips a beat. He squeezes them. I squeeze back. Then, he places a hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss. And I kiss him back. And kiss him. And kiss him.

The public cheers agitatedly. Mordelia is ecstatic. I can hear her from here.

After a few moments, we break the kiss. He takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of us. “This one is for my blog,” he says, “I’m rosebudboy61.”

I laugh.

The crowd is shouting for an encore.

“Go on, then,” I smile at him. “Carry on, Simon.”


Ari: I don’t know why I wrote this. Hope you like it! I think I’m going to write a snowbaz one-shot every week or so. I feel the need. I’m so not over Carry On.

Today marks FOUR MONTHS on this blog, and I never thought my Carl would get so much love. There over over a thousand of you following me and it’s a brand new record for me to have one of my blogs get this kind of attention. I just wanted to give a quick shout out to the baes and those I stalk, and thank all of you for helping this blog last this long <3

@klllerwithin is such a doll, in character and out. If you aren’t following Rain, you’re missing out on an amazing Carl and some incredible headcanons, threads and even fandom trash posts. I love you.

@ofparasomnias hasn’t been on tumblr much but that doesn’t mean Satan means any less to me. I can’t explain the love I have for him and his muses. You will forever hold a special place with me and all of my muses, no matter which blogs we’re on.

@lastprcttygirl is another of those I love to harass (although, Marie does her fair share of poking as well.) Her Beth is one of my absolute favorites and I love all of the threads and aus and memes that we have going on between us.

@ofredisms I didn’t know which blog to tag Arya on, but she’s my salt buddy. The Bonnie to my Clyde. If I ever stop having fun with you, it means I’ve lost all sense of just what fun is supposed to be. Wonderful writing and so many great muses.

@toosweetforthisworld Again, didn’t know which blog I should tag xD I love Kezzy and I’m so happy to have her back again (even if we don’t do much yet.) I will never forget that you were my first Sophia, and your muses are always so on point.

@hastodosomething @zenofrping @fallenkiingdoms we go way back and you both mean the world to me. thank you for being my rock, my friend (and, for Zen, my mommy <3) 

@thisisaninsaneworld @dcntopen @kxllercolt @officerdxddy @thecondemnedandhunted @theiirfather @ingriimes @deputyricktator @theres-us-and-thedead are just amazingly written Rick blogs, with some of the greatest muns that I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and chatting with ooc (or just plain stalking.) I love you all so much, and your attention means more than you know to myself and Carl.

@mightybigpill @gottapay @its-negan-bitch @gottapick @easystrxxt @sancct @illbetheirgod @ruledroost I didn’t know I had this many Negans on my radar omg. Well, they all deserve to be followed because there is so much talent in these blogs. The muns understand their muse so well and have brought my dash to life with their brilliant portrayals (seriously. peek at my blog. it’s like Negan heaven – or hell – and it’s all these lovely people’s fault xD and there are actually more Negan blogs below that I stalk)

@sufferawiitch @fadedliar let me bother them at will and make far too many eye jokes than should be allowed, but I love them both lots and wouldn’t give them up for anything.

@obituariies @s-a-m-m-y Why does Carl get me into these weird crossover ships? I can’t get over how hard I ship him with each of you, and he has no intention of leaving either of your muses anytime soon.

@caxineadh @callsbullshit @righthandstache @dcadtastic @abittangledup @shrinemade @goldcrcwn @thebetatohisalpha @lastmonroe @imgccd @keepliviing @ccntkill @strongerthanchaos @likeachamp @halfyourshit @causeimadick @castiellisms @tobeblamed @universapatrem @universamatrem @notimminent @jesus-fromhilltop @elevenmccall @noctuatim @withusnow @warforger @butscrewmefirst @brokenragdoll @brokenbirthright @daryliisms @ncttcblame @creatingxdragons @unholyhunter @saviorsprincess @fuckinsavior @motheriing @grccnc @bcthgreene @bcrnedaway @quidprcquo @thequeenbennett @fissarsi @fiercerebekah @theirangel @drcpalmer @splitthroat @antiihero @aniimediverse @oneeyedson @steadyfire @killeriinstincts @kiramillerx @likepapertowns @outdccrcat @infectiocs @heroicheartx @justsurxvive @stillamemberofthisfamily @saltliicker @fxrechild @kidgrimcs @afewmistakes @fragilcminds @you-wxll-be @demonbitch @whispercr @scarredanger @sceadugcnga @comiiics @painxknives @yovlookshitty @nosouthpaw @sluggernegan @lilasskiicker @savageslugger @ruthlessnegan @mcnstrvm @posxisms @cheatsyouback @prxmroseeverdeen @poolstorybro @zenredneckarcher

If I missed anyone that I usually talk to, come bitch at me on skype xD I really do love all of my followers and i wish I could interact with ALL of you <3 thank you for making this blog feel like home for me.

150720 Baekhyun fan chat [full trans]

- hello this is EXO’s Baekhyun!!!!!!

- it was supposed to start at 7:30pm but because i wanted to talk to you a little longer so i tried my best to start as early as i can!!

- i am really working out very hard!! 

- da jia hao! [’hello’ in chinese]

- hi!

- konnichiwa! [’hello’ in japanese]

- my room is still the living room

- everybody, there is still nutella (tummy) left!

- my roommate..? i am sleeping alone in the living room..

- sawadeekap! >< [hello’ in thai]

- i didn’t take any mongryeongie’s picture…

- i have a secret. i too started liking EXO-L ever since debut ^^ hahahahaahahahaha

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Anonymous said: Hello! Love this blog, it’s super cute! I was wondering… How do you think Aoba, Sei, Mizuki, Koujaku, and Clear would react to holding their newborn child for the first time. (Is that too many? I’m sorry if it is ^^“ )

Nope nope, It’s all good my love. 

Aoba:  Holding his child in his arms for the first time as his partner finally got some much needed rest, would be a seriously emotional experience.

Looking from his partners sleeping form, to the newborn yawning in his grasp, he’d smile to himself.  Kissing the top of his childs head, he’d make a promise to them.  

Having grown up without a mom and dad, he knew the struggles.  Now he had a family of his own and he promised to never let that go.  Promising to never leave his child.  

Sei:  Would be super nervous, he’d freeze when his s/o asked him if he wanted to hold his child.  Of course he wanted to, but what if he held them too tightly, or they cried, or god forbid, he dropped them.  

He would state that he didn’t know if that was a good idea but eventually find that he wouldn’t have much choice in the matter, as his partner would just place the child in his arms.  

Koujaku: He would be unsure about it when his partner placed his own flesh and blood into his arms.  Seeing his reaction, his partner would reasure him.  

He would fall in love with his child in that moment.  Looking down at their small and innocent features, as his childs hand curled around one of his fingers.   

He’d tear up a little bit at the though of finally getting the chance to have a family again.  

Clear: He would be so excited to finally get a chance to hold his child.  Like most new situations, he would be practically bouncing off the walls, barely able to hold his happiness. 

His partner would probably ask him to sit down before he held the newborn.  He would immediately calm once the child was in his arms.  Marveling at the beauty of his baby.  

Mizuki: He’d ask his partner if it was alright, which they would gladly agree to and place the small child in his arms.  

He would smile, tracing the little ones features softly with the tips of his fingers.  

slowwshoww  asked:

cook ok adam/ronan 'is that my shirt' fuck me up xoxo

Consciousness gripped Adam a sliver of a moment before the alarm clock on the bedside table went off. He shut his eyes tighter as the shrill sound broke the quiet stillness of the room. Soon after the clock began to ring Chainsaw woke and began to caw loudly along with it. Beside Adam, Ronan grumbled and pressed his face into Adam’s shoulder.

“By the power of all that is Holy, please make that stop.” Ronan mumbled, lips moving against Adam’s skin, “Or end this suffering some other way. Kill me, I don’t care.”

Adam leaned away from him, reaching for the source of the blaring sound. He poked at his third-hand flip phone until it stops shrieking and buzzing. Ronan’s arms wrapped around his waist and he felt a kiss pressed to the space between his shoulderblades. Adam gave himself permission to swivel around and meet Ronan’s next kiss with his mouth. Adam sighed into Ronan’s mouth as they kissed. They continued for a few moments but Ronan was still mostly lying down, making the angle difficult. Adam could either lie down with him like he wanted to, or he could get up and get dressed for work like he should.

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Half of My Heart

This is a very belated birthday fic for my dear dear friend and partner in crime who for some weird reason I can’t live without, @yespleasehawkeye. I really really hope you like this because I had no idea what I was doing while i was writing it. 

This is from the same verse as Here Without You. The events of this fic happen before Devan is born or conceived. 

A/N: this is the censored version, it’s been censored for reasons, and no, there’s no smut in the uncensored version. I’m sending the link to the private post of the uncensored version to Sammy. If anyone would like to read it just shoot me a message but be warned you need to be very open minded about certain things, for those who know me should know exactly what I’m talking about. 

Summary: He’d never felt this way about anyone before. In the beginning he’d tried to fight it, brushing it off as a small, innocent crush on someone he spent a lot time at work with. But the more time they spent together, the more deeply he fell in love with her.

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Half of My Heart

He’d never felt this way about anyone before, not even his wife. He couldn’t deny that he was in love with his wife or he would never have married her. But his feelings for her weren’t this strong. No, this was a different kind of love. One that he was unfamiliar with and one that scared him.

In the beginning he’d tried to fight it, brushing it off as a small, innocent crush on someone he spent a lot time at work with. But the more time they spent together, the more deeply he fell in love with her.

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Official statement: Leo Messi confirms return to Argentina NT

“I see many problems in Argentinian football and I don’t want to become another one. I want to help in every way I can.”

“We have a lot to fix in Argentinian football but I want to help change it from the inside and not criticize it from the outside.”

“Many things went through my head on the day of the final, and I seriously considered leaving, but I love my country too much.”

“I want to thank everyone that wants me to continue playing for Argentina and I hope I can make them happy soon.”

imagine liam and zayn going to the shelter to get a dog (even though they already have too many) and liam seems the most excited but when they get inside zayn is nothing but wrinkled nose, tongue behind the teeth smiles and giggles and every dog they look at he is like “liam, this  - this is the one” but when they are getting ready to leave zayn can’t make up his mind and he tells liam seriously that that means there is no other choice but to bring every one of them home

an incomplete list of things i love about being a reader and writer of fanfic:

  • it’s free; it comes from loving these characters and this community
  • it’s self-published, which means anything goes–wild sex, weird cults, crazy magic, all the tropes… stuff that publishers might dismiss as too corny or too risque or too whatever
  • it’s like building a home; you can stay with the characters you love and the world you love, and even in AUs there are all these little nods to that world, things that make it feel familiar and strange and new all at once
  • it tends to be so much funnier than traditionally published fics? i mean, i love the serious fics (SO MUCH) but i also love that so much fanfic doesn’t take itself too seriously; it can be ridiculous and fun
  • i can subscribe to WIPs, and then it’s like christmas every time i get an email update
  • i can see, roughly, how many people are reading my fic and if they like it, and as soon as i’ve posted it i can start hearing what people think
  • sometimes my favorite fic authors read a fic of mine and rec it and leave comments and whatever. like, how cool is that??? I’ve even had it happen that I’ll be reading a fic and then look over at my phone and see that the author of that fic just liked one of my fics on tumblr. CRAZY COOL.