recent collection of jimin and his (?) baby ft. jungkook lol (more descriptions in the captions) i’m still debating where this kid came from (eg. coz of abo, from a mysterious affair, it’s actually baby jm, legit he’s their kid, or born from a peach come down from the heavens IDK YET)
no offense but i really need more rp partners who are my friends like.. dont get me wrong i love all ships nd stuff but its always better when you’re friends with the person anD I want a friend who i can join rps with and have multiple ships with and be clingy w/ and try out new rp things with (for instance fl/rp or indies) and !! i just want a rp partner i can send memes (actual memes , not ask memes but ask memes are great too) to and just become close w/ and have the best greatest ships and i’m rambling but i want a tumblr friend who i can spam w/ stuff about our muses ( or smth ) or just spam w/ anything !! like !! i just want friends where we can play lame games 2gether and watch movies and have a hella emotional and cute plot at the same time i and i want ships where i can send ask memes !! and make moodboards nd cute playlists and other stuff and we can have tons of cute ships and- ,,, wow okay , i got carried away so my grammar in this post is bad but .. come b my friend or ,, just plot idc
i love harry potter discourse. and like,, making the characters less white cishet like harry ?? he’s a bisexual desi boy with confirmed ptsd, ron?? he’s an ftm straight boy. hermione? she’s black,, and minerva definitely now has asian heritage, born in scotland, and was in a relationship with a man when she was younger because she had to but now an out and comfortable lesbian, remus and sirius??? husbands. i … could go on and on
What if Prompto is just a normal kid, trying to get a degree at his local city college while holding down a part-time job so he can save up for his own apartment, but every time he closes his eyes he dreams of Insomnia? It’s like one of those long, continuous dreams that people talk about having, but this one doesn’t ever pick up where it leaves off. The dream keeps going during the hours he spends living his normal life and then, after he turns off the light and climbs into bed, he blinks into awareness in a car speeding through the Leiden landscape and an entire day’s worth of memories come flowing into his head all at once. Sometimes he dozes off in the middle of the world’s most boring history lecture, and suddenly finds himself in the middle of a battle, his arm bracing against the recoil of a gun he doesn’t remember firing, a large body shoving him out of the way of an attack as he hesitates, brain struggling to catch up.
The first time he sees Noctis in real life, slumped fast asleep over the edge of a biology lab table, he nearly faints. Prompto isn’t sure how a character from his dreams can exist in the real world, but it doesn’t stop him from taking the seat next to the other boy and striking up a conversation when he finally wakes up. After all, there’s nothing to be anxious about. Prompto already knows that he and Noctis will be friends.
Doctors don’t know what to make of his dreams. As far as they know, aside from a bit of anxiety, there is nothing wrong with Prompto. Neurologists and therapists and medication can’t find a way to stop the dreams from coming, and after a time, Prompto isn’t sure that he wants them to. The dream world may be full of sacrifice and violence and loss, but it is also full of friendship and hope and… love.
Prompto dreams of a man with pale green eyes and a soft smile that makes his heart flutter whenever he is graced with it. A man so selfless and intelligent and passionate and kind that the Prompto in his dreams falls in love quickly and hopelessly. Prompto spends years of dreams memorizing the curve of Ignis’ lips, the pattern of the birthmarks that dot their way across the right side of his face, the way his fingers feel as they drag roughly through his hair when they kiss. He wakes in the morning, disoriented and lonely, reaching across the bed for a man who won’t be there.
On the day of Prompto’s 25th birthday, ten years after first meeting Ignis in his dreams, Prompto catches sight of him stepping briskly through the station away from a departing train. And though the doors are closing and Noctis has already claimed their seats, Prompto can’t stop himself from pushing his way back onto the platform, dodging commuters and tourists as best he can while he tears through the crowded station after him.
Prompto calls out his name and Ignis turns.
His eyes, wide and confused behind the rim of his tasteful glasses, are undamaged.
But they are also without recognition.
Ignis, the man he has spent the past ten years of his life falling head over heels in love with, has no idea who he is.
Just got called a “Selfish bitch” for not wanting my art reposted and that if I didn’t want it stolen to “Not Fucking post it.” And this didn’t come from the person I reported for copyright infringement.