someone help i'm having feelings

Whomped up this pedigree chart for my friend who’s reading TWoK for the first time and couldn’t remember who was who in Chapter 12. Tried to keep it simple - I have so much more to say about the Kholins.

do you ever just wake up and you know you’re going to have a bad day


he/him, even with the hijab picture

tagged by the amazing @hubris-but-no-writing

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frostbite (chanyeol)
word count: 1079 w.
genre: fluff
summary: in which chanyeol is a human furnace and sehun is the root of all evil

It was two in the morning when you felt your whole body tense up from the freezing temperature. You didn’t know why you agreed to take part in Sehun’s little adventure into the woods. Sehun convinced you to come because he said you needed to be one with nature and other bullshit his mouth tends to spill.

Sehun was one step ahead of you when you asked about the weather but the little shit didn’t check the night time temperature and that’s basically why you’re freezing your ass off inside the sleeping bag. Sharing the tent with Chanyeol didn’t help either.

Chanyeol is Sehun’s best friend or at least that’s what Sehun says. You’ve been hanging around with Sehun so much that you also get to talk to Chanyeol, for a change of air. But it was puzzling that the very limit of your conversation were mere small talks. Nothing more.

Deep inside you’ve always wanted more when it comes to Chanyeol.

You don’t know if Sehun was trying to play matchmaker or he just wanted the whole tent to himself but somehow, you and Chanyeol ended up in one tent. Thank god for two sleeping bags. With the temperature outside dropping to zero, the possibility of dying from hypothermia went from zero to a hundred. You needed some warmth. And by some warmth, you meant you wanted to sleep above the (now burnt) campfire.

You placed your hands in front of your mouth and blew some hot air, rubbing your hands after. You racked your brain for more ways to keep warm. Right now what seems to be the most favorable was also the most awkward way to get some heat. Cuddling.

Chanyeol stirred in his sleeping bag causing you to drop your antics. You quickly closed your eyes and tried not to move. Chanyeol poked your sleeping bag. “Hey, are you awake?”

Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse.

He poked you again and that time, you pretended to stir from your sleep. Yawning, you hummed, “Hm?”

“Did I bother you? Sorry, I thought you were awake.” Even in the dark, you can see Chanyeol’s pearly whites flashing. You shifted a bit to face his side. His face was directly above you and he was looking down on you. You can feel your blood rush to your cheeks. You didn’t know the tent was this small.

“Well, I’m awake now,” you chuckled. Chanyeol apologized again and was about to go to sleep. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And so you muttered a “fuck it” before tugging on Chanyeol’s sleeping bag.

“Chanyeol, I’m kinda cold. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way–”

“Can we cuddle?” He asked so innocently you wanted to cuddle the shit out of him. You swore you can see a slight pout when you failed to respond.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” You wanted to slap yourself for stuttering. You can hear the anxiety in your voice. “So how do we do this?”

Chanyeol unzipped the side of his sleeping bag. He plastered a bright smile on his face despite both of your freezing asses. “Hop in.”

“Yes, captain,” you answered, giving a salute to Chanyeol before sliding next to him and finally, zipping up the sleeping bag.

It was quite spacious inside his sleeping bag. Maybe because he was taller and had a much bigger frame than you. You can feel your heart stammering, not quite sure how this whole cuddling with Chanyeol works. It wasn’t awkward but it also wasn’t exactly comforting.

On the other hand, Chanyeol was all confident. He took his position, chin was directly above your crown. You were cooped up under Chanyeol and heat was finally being transferred to you. You can sense Chanyeol’s arms hesitating to wrap around your waist. To hell with that! It was freaking cold and you needed more warmth.

You pulled Chanyeol’s arm and placed it around your waist, snuggling behind a bit. You were surprised when Chanyeol slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on top of your hand. “Your hands are too pretty to be cold.”

Good thing you had your back on Chanyeol or else he would’ve seen how embarrassingly red your cheeks were.

Finally contented with the heat surrounding your body, you sighed, contented. Chanyeol whispered in your ear, “Goodnight.”

You didn’t dream that night because what happened seemed too good to be true.

Soft light streamed in the opening of your tent. The air got warmer but it was still cold nonetheless. You inhaled a musky scent and that made you burry your head into your pillow more. Pillow? A deep voice rang through your ears, “Can’t get enough?”

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. You suddenly backed away only to bounce back to his space because the zipper to his sleeping back was tightly sealed.

He lightly chuckled. His raspy morning voice sounded mellifluous to your ears. It resembles that of dark chocolate melting. “Goodmorning to you, too.”

Your hands reached for the sleeping bag’s zipper only to be pulled back in by Chanyeol. “Let’s stay like this a little bit more.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance yet your smile says otherwise. “Chanyeol, it’s not even cold anymore.”

“When will you warm up to me?” You felt your breath hitch. There was nothing but sincerity dripping from his voice. His eyes went soft but the intensity of his gaze was strong. You were convinced he can see through your feelings for him even you yourself had no idea you had.

You had to admit. With Chanyeol like this, it was impossible for you not to fall for him.

“And when will you two lazy asses get up?! Wakey wakey, peasants!” Sehun shouted from outside before putting the tent’s flaps aside. He threw a pillow on Chanyeol’s face.

“I’m fucking hungry and she,” Sehun pointed to you, “is the only one who knows how to make breakfast. And if your cheesy love confession or whatever that is you’re about to say wouldn’t feed my stomach then save it for later.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” you said before leaning in to kiss the taller’s cheeks. You felt heat creep to your cheeks. “That was for last night.”

“Damn, man, you got game.”

Chanyeol smiled. “I know.”

note: guess who got pcy feels last night | masterlist

Tony Stark deserves so much more than he’s ever gotten. And no, I don’t mean money because I know that he has plenty of that. I mean that life has given him so much shit and it physically pains me. He’s such a broken man at this point because his life is just a series of back-stabs, losses, and people telling him that he’s a fuck up. Ever since Iron Man 1 after Afghanistan he’s just been trying to help people. He saw the damage he was doing and tried to repair it and become a better person. He genuinely cares about the well-being of humanity and he’s just trying to make everything okay. Tony is scared and he’s suffering from so much and nobody in the entire Marvel fucking universe stops for one goddamned second to consider that maybe he sometimes acts somewhat irrational BECAUSE HE’S SCARED AND JUST NEEDS A FUCKING HUG.
Everyone needs to stop seeing him as a rich, egotistical playboy and take one second to realize that he’s just a sad, scared man who is trying to make the world a better place.
Someone better give that man a hug and finally address his obvious anxiety and PTSD before I lose my shit I stg.

I absolutely do not ship Drowley. I mean how could you - *fanfic falls out of my sleeve* - Um. How could you think that I would ever like something like that? *drops an edit on the floor* That’s not mine. Who is this C-Crowley character, anyway? *meta bursts out of my pockets and begins filling the room.* B-but Destiel is going to be canon and I would never ever- *voice is muffled by the thousands and thousands of reblogged drowley posts to come*

a rap I thought up







The wild loves the wolf,
feral as it is.
As salvation loves damnation,
sinful though it is.
And as I love you,
sorrowfully as I can.
—  As summer loves winter, deadly as it is || p.d 

I might be getting a tattoo and dying my hair dark purple super soon (like within the next month) and I’m beyond ecstatic about it✨ I’ve been staying up until 1:00am working on designs for my first few tats and it’s filling me with more excitement by the day.
I’m also going to VidCon in a month-ish and I’ve never been on the west coast before AND I’m going with one of the most magnificent humans ever who inspired me to start my YouTube channel, laurasaura. I’m meeting two of her friends irl and I’m super excited about that too!!
Everything is making me so happy and to be honest, I’ve been in the best emotional place in such a long time. Even if my parents aren’t being super great and threatening to kick me out and made me sleep in the garage (which my allergies hated and I couldn’t see the next morning until 8:00am), I’m so incredibly, over all happy. My fiends are home from college, I got my first pedicure ever, I love my new job at Starbucks, the weather is getting warmer, I’m making money again, and in general everything feels like it’s falling into place (outside of my home life) and I have so many new reasons to wake up every morning and grab today by the hands and spin around gleefully.
I hope all y'all are feeling so wonderful and, even if you’re not right now, I hope everything gets better super soon because you are a precious human being and have so many reasons to live, even if it’s just for the little things

okay but please imagine

lao as a dad

imagine lao being the embarrassing dad that takes photos of anything and everything his kid does

imagine lao being kinda standoffish and awkward around people but?? as soon as his daughter shows up?? he just SMILES and LAUGHS and everyone is like… what is this witchcraft…

imagine lao hauling charmaine and chenshi along for a FAMILY BONDING CAMPING TRIP but none of them have a clue on how camping works and they just cuddle up in the suv for the night

imagine lao and doug meeting up for coffee and lao is just ‘lemme tell you what chenshi did today YOU WON’T BELIEVE’
'did she look at you’
'she was CUTE ABOUT IT’

also imagine

imagine lao always hugging his kid because he’s a softy and she’s embarrassed by it but!!! she loves it really!!

imagine lao seeing a bit of his daughter in lin and him trying to look after her when it’s actually… her… looking after him…

just imagine

papa lao

and then
imagine him after his family dies