that first one is awful i'm sorry

Tears of Love

Where he loves you so much he cries.

*Don’t forget to send in requests. This is my first real imagine and I’d love some ideas for new ones :)*


My heart aches for y/n as I collect my things and make my way to the car, ecstatic to be able to get home after such a dragging and awful day. As I start the engine, my body and mind try to recreate the feeling of closeness and security that I feel when I wrap her into a tight hug and there’s nothing more that I want than to get home and hold her so incredibly tight.

She was most likely asleep at the moment, curled up somewhere on the couch or bed. It was just how it was; I’d come home late and even though she was convinced she was going to stay up and wait for me, she always fell asleep.

So I wasn’t surprised when I came home to a quiet apartment. I kicked off my shoes and made my way to the living room to see if y/n was asleep on the couch. Seeing as she wasn’t sprawled out on the couch, I made my way to my bedroom.

When I entered the room, I couldn’t help the large smile that spread across my face. There she was, curled up under our huge blanket with only the top of her head peeking out. My heart swelled and already most of my stress and worries washed away.

I slowly undressed myself down to my boxers and made my way into the bed with her. I took my time to simply study her. This was a rare state of hers, where she was relaxed and in peace. Even now, she has a slight frown on her face and all I wanted to do was smooth out the wrinkles and erase her worries.

I leaned down and placed a kiss to her forehead and she stirred slightly. I smiled and laid next to her. I wrapped my arm around her as we laid under the blanket together and I felt her stir slightly as I tried to pull her closer to me without disturbing her slumber.

y/n turned around and I watched as she peered her eyes open slowly. The smile and sudden brightness in her eyes made my heart feel ten times larger and all of a sudden I felt as if I didn’t have a care in the world.

“Harry,” she said, a large smile plastered into her face. As she wrapped one of her arms around my lower back and pulled into me, placing her head into the crook of my neck, I felt as if I could cry at the closeness.

“Go back to sleep baby,” I told her, inhaling the vanilla scent of her freshly washed hair.

“Wasn’t sleeping,” she tried to convince me, though it was obvious she was due to her sleepy state. “Just resting my eyes before you got here ’s all.”

I let out a light laugh and pulled her in closer to me. “Sure love.” She gave me a small pout, but buried her beautiful face further into my neck. I let my hand wander to her waist and slid it between the fabric of her shirt and the hot skin of her back. I let my hand rest there, slowly moving it in soft circles.

I felt y/n pull me tighter and the closeness gave me a sudden wave of emotions—happiness, love, adoration. I tightly wrapped my arms around her and felt the need to get as close to her as possible. My vision felt so blurry and I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the wetness building up in the crook of her neck.

“Harry?” She asked, sleepily but concerned. She lifted my face from where it rested and a look of confusion and worry warped her features. “Harry what’s wrong?”

I leaned into y/n’s touch and let my eyes close, the emotions taking over me because all I wanted was her. All I wanted was to lay here with her forever and get to feel this closeness for every second of every day.

“I just love you,” I told her, my voice beginning to get hoarse. “Love you so much it hurts.”’

She looked at me confused, like I was going mad. In full honesty, I probably was. These long nights and early morning where I only see y/n for less than half the day are driving me insane. I just wanted to be with her.

“I love you too Harry,” she replied. She still looked concerned, as though she was wondering why I would cry over love. Though I have cried in front of her, it’s always been over something awful or when I got so frustrated that the only way to let myself go was to cry. It’s not like I cried all the time though, it was very rare that I would, especially in front of her.

“Harry I’m a little lost here,” she confessed, the worry not leaving her face.

I took y/n’s face into my hands and gave her a passionate kiss. She didn’t question it, immediately kissing me back. I felt myself melt into it and I could still feel that faint trail of light tears on my cheeks as I cried over the beautiful girl I was laying next to.

She pulled back for a moment and as I saw the pure adoration and joy radiate from her eyes, I swear I began to cry harder. “’M still worried about you,” she whispered.

I couldn’t help the smile break through my face, even with my stained cheeks. “I just love you. So fucking much.” I told her honestly.

“I love you too Harry,” she said, resting her head back into the crook of my neck. “I always will. Your tears are still kind of scaring me though.”

I smiled into her neck, “They’re not tears of sadness,” I promised her. “They’re tears of love.”

Warden Commander Aeron Tabris | Art by @steftastan


…I’m sorry. I’m just. I’m so very hyped about this right now? It is nearly 2am as I type this, and I am just really hyped because dude, look.

A while back (four months back, according to Tumblr, wow) I saw the gorgeous tarot card @sarcasmfish commissioned from @steftastan and I, being the sort to be as I get about art (and also having hemmed and hawed over wanting to have a tarot card of Aeron done but not being sure if I should get one) was finally like, “That’s it. I want one, I am getting one, and I want that artist to do it.”

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⋆ femfeb day 16 // my femfeb masterpost
xposted to ao3
⋆ mercy/tracer // 1k // gen
⋆ loss of a loved one, vignettes, depression, suicide, angst w/ a happy ending, established relationship, vignettes
angela deals with losing her lover after lena is displaced in time


Jack was the first to tell her. 

Angela felt an awful sickness in her guts. She was pretty sure she was going to throw up. She did go throw up. They had a mission scheduled in two hours. There wasn’t any time to mourn. 

Jack put his hand on her shoulder, steadying her. She was glad for him. 

Gone. Flickered out of existence. They couldn’t find her.

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a devils child with dove wings

I wanted to do something from Peter’s pov for the orpahnage au and a bit of backstory, I suppose. I might just have the main story told by Wendy and the inbetweens told by Peter?

Prequel to:  you confused your butcher for your shepherd, we never broke each others hearts, I’ll digest you one kiss at a time

Peter remembered the first time he had met his Wendy. In fact, he remembered hating her from the moment he had first laid eyes on her. She had been such a tiny thing – pretty even, but far prettier now, slender but not weak, silent but not pathetic – but she was a bore. Wendy was always snivelling and whining, always begging for parents she’d never see and looking for comfort no one seemed to be able to give her. But then, he supposed that’s what eight year olds with dead parents did.

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Imagine Woozi looking at you in awe because you’ve managed to prepare a delicious Christmas feast for 14 people.

Remember Me

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Awful, horrible smut. Oh god, I can’t believe I did this.

A/N: This is my first attempt (well first attempt at posting) smut. Please try not to laugh too hard. I’m aware it’s awful but there are certain words used in sex scenes that I hate but have not found a great replacement for yet (seriously, there are no decent substitutes for the word ‘penis’) so this is the best I could do. I’m gonna go run away and hide now.

Based loosely off of “Wildest Dreams” by Taylor Swift

“Let’s get outta here for a little while. Away from the city for a bit maybe,” he said, green eyes set on yours with his hand resting gently on your knee, his other hand settled on the top of the steering wheel.

Maybe you should say no. After all, you didn’t really know him. He’d been in town for the better part of two days and you’d only spent the last few hours together on what would most likely be your first and last date. He said he didn’t stay in one place too long and that was okay with you. But you probably shouldn’t go with him, shouldn’t get lost on some country road with nothing but the stars to light your way. That was how you get attached to people. But he had those eyes that sparkled and he was handsome as hell. He even had that bad boy edge you knew should send you running, but he pulled it off so well it was hard to do anything but give in to whatever he wanted.

“Yeah, okay,” you said with a smile as he pressed the gas pedal down and the car sped down the road towards the outskirts of town.

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Favorite things about tonight’s episode:

Erin & Jay talking about Wisconsin.

Kim badass Burgess.

Poor Adam, he had to be the first one.

Jay’s face when the tazer got close to him.




Jay getting Erin by the arm so she could get tazer time.




Jay wanting Erin to go with him to Wisconsin for retirement. Him already thinking that far and wants Erin in the story. * lol dead *

Adam, bby.

Adam thinking Kim was mad at him but NOPE.

Aw, she saved him.


“He said my name”

“WELL I DID TO” *wrong answer there buddy* “I know” *bang* lol you dead.






YASSSS KIM YOU KILLED HIM WITH A spork? Is that right? I couldn’t tell. Oops.




But imagine taking a shower with michael, like you would be the one who suggested it and he would go beet red when he heard you and he’d be like “uh o-okay” and like he would stare at your boobs in awe, like he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you and he would feel insecure being naked in front of you; even though you both have seen each other bare plenty of times. This time would be different because for the first time, he didn’t want to have sex, he’d just want to look at you and wonder how he managed to get you.

  • peter jackson: okay we're going to write the battle of the five armies
  • peter jackson: so first we're going to create our own character
  • me: wait
  • peter jackson: who literally no one will like or be entertained by
  • me: wait what
  • peter jackson: who's so completely awful that he is painful to watch
  • me: but
  • peter jackson: and we'll fill up half the movie with pointless scenes of him
  • peter jackson: in a lame storyline that has no meaningful conclusion!!!
  • peter jackson: because no one wants thorin's funeral, dain becoming king under the mountain, or a good death scene for fili
  • me: ...
  • peter jackson: they want more of hilarious alfrid

yaaayyyhhh!! the time has come for that thing,,, that,,, awful,,, thiNG.

nah, its not awful. its just one hell of a lot of work, isn’t it? i might’ve just spent and hour making that edit lmao anyways this is special, since it’s the first (and probably the last) time ill be making a follow forever!!

why?? I’m celebrating 1K!! yaaaaayyhhh!! i said that when id hit 1K, id do this, right? well, i hit 1K a few months ago (I’m actually already at 2k now lmao byE) but I’m a lazy shit so well, heres a late follow forever… this stuff takes centuries to make, lol. i follow around 3.000 amazing blogs and i kinda wanna put all of them in here. but thats against the rules, i suppose. alright. lets give this a go. 

~~ i tried to put it in alphabetical order and i kinda did but lol after the first letter its all messed up sorry my friends :(

~ i wanted to do the mutuals thingy but i realize almost everyone is my mutual and like i said I’m a lazy person so ill just leave it simple :p

~ people who have a special place in my heart have an ♡

~ people who i really really love are in bold and speech to all of you I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOU GUYS like you are hands down my favorite blogs. thank you for existing. i love you guys.

~~~ i really really really love all of the people i follow so if i forgot to put you in here, please dont feel sad because I LOVE YOU 

also wanna give a special shoutout to @kpop-is-naughty because you’re the first blog i followed– you were my first follower too. thank you :)


@adoringdo || @aegyo-about-exo  || @alicebutterfly247 || @alienzombielover ||  @angel-seokjin || @armedkookie || @australianmaknae  || @bam-kookie ||  @babyitsbts || @baby-phoenix || @bakistaani || @bangtans-pastel-princess ||  @candycornsehun || @chaitealattae || @cypherslut || @crownmagnae​ ♡​ ||  @celestialpanda || @canxiunot || @crieshansol || 


@deanslittlewhiskey || @dreams0001 ♡ || @dirty-jamjam17 || @damminseok || 
@do-nannie || @ephemeral-baek || @ethereal-baek || @exohduhs ♡ ||  @exol-forever || 


@geniusyub || @goldenxkook || @grapefruitwoozi || @ghostseokmin ♡ ||  @ghostlyseokmin || @hesitant-princess || @ho-sehuns || @hansocks || @hobilu || 
@hot-wang7 || @holywonderitsjess || @hellnohelen || @huangshitaos ||  @heyyitssmiley || @hunsramen || @imjustanugu || @i-liek-big-butts ||  @idklarryfreaks || @inspireme95 || @irene-addher || 


@jungkook-baby || @jungtothekook || @jonglame || @jungspoooookie ||  @jongdae-for-president || @kpoplover1501  || @kpoptookmysoul ||  @kookmybangtan || @kaisoo-brownies || @kaisoo-sextape || @kkaebjongie ||  @kpoopruinedmylife || @kaywee–cookies ♡ || @kawaiimitsuiisushiisukiikawaii ||  @kpop-is-naughty ♡ || @lowkeyhoseok || @lovingthekpoplife ||  @lockermonster || @l3the || @lethal-brownie || 


@my-yoongi-bear || @mybangtanarmy || @megajamlessjiminnie ♡ || @midnightbts || @markjin || @meluvsxiumin || @melanchxlics || @noonaescargot || @naughtybts || @neonhemmo || @oohmyoongi ♡ || @once-upon-a-kpop ||  @onefabulouspokemon ||


@parkjiminsfineass ♡ || @pyo-jamas || @pcyphers || @princessboazi ||


@spookyhop-e || @shineedrewexo || @shineesonew || @shineeexobts ||  @sugakagustd || @spooky-princess–wonwoo || @spookyseventeen ||  @scoupsfullofsuga  || @spooogles ♡ || @sundaylaughs ||  @someonestaphthemaknae || @sonicbananawithbowtie || @seoksinner ||  @seventeen-kpop-trash || @sexyhomosexualgods || @sayhunmyname || 
@seitonea || @themayosauce || @taetaetokki || @thatonenoona ♡ || @taetaetown ♡ || @taldellorrie || @ugh-hobi ||


@vanillafritter || @we-hate-bts || @weaxedanger || @wearesick || @welp-i-dont-know || @wuyifantasticc || @xiumaniac || @xiuminseokyu || @xiu-daddy || @xiuminswifey ||


@yoonsmiles || @your-spooky-hug-dealer || @yehet-a-kookie || @17carrot ||
@1crazyteenage-dirtbag ||

I found this prompt on the castlefanficprompts blog and saw that someone was asking for it to be filled, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I hope I’ve done it justice, and I apologize for the length! 

Prompt: We’re both rival YouTubers withthe “anything you can do I can do better” rivalry. Whoever uploads a videofirst, the other one makes a video exactly like it but better. Our subscribers ship us even though we live far away from each other. We have an encounter at a con one day. 

They’ve never met, but they know each other.

Oh, do they know each other. 

Katherine Beckett, known simply as Kate to her loyal legion of subscribers, is in what you would call the “elite circle” of YouTubers. With a staggering number of followers, just over 2.5 million as of recently, she’s surpassed only by the higher ranking likes of Jenna Marbles, Tyler Oakley, Zoella, and Grace Helbig.

Richard Rogers, known predominately by his online alias Richard Castle, is also a part of this elite circle of YouTubers. His subscriber count is slightly lower than Kate’s, coming in at roughly 2.2 million, but he chocks the difference up to the fact that he didn’t start his account until at least six months after her.

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Chiffon- Rap Monster Valentine's Day Scenario

I’m pretty awful at writing smut, I guess (this is my first one woo)

Length: ~1300, and 75% is smut (under the cut).

POV: 2nd

“How’s the food?” Namjoon chimed from across the white tablecloth.

“Delicious,” you cooed, thoroughly enjoying the date he had set up. Normally, he would have brought you to a barbecue or steakhouse, but you insisted on something a little fancier for Valentine’s Day. You wanted to be able to show off how good you and your boyfriend looked dressed up, and so far it was working. His pressed black suit and your white chic chiffon dress accompanied with simple accessories were enough to earn some glances and double takes from the other patrons of the fine restaurant. To be honest, you were quite surprised upon entering. Instead of being dimly lit, the room was a mixture of white and champagne, contrasting beautifully to create a tasteful environment. Needless to say, you were impressed. “How did you find this place?”

Namjoon shrugged, twirling pasta around his fork. “Jin recommended it.”

“I assume you were complaining about my demand to the guys?” You joked, eager to see what kind of response you could rise from your boyfriend. He flicked his eyes up to lock with your’s, a small grin cascading across his face, before he returned his attention to the food in front of him. You rolled your eyes. Quite like a guy to forget everything in the face of a decent meal. You couldn’t blame him though. There was only one person’s food who tasted better than this restaurant, and that was Jin himself.

Dinner continued on with a droll; little conversations discussing work, music awards, and all of the nonsense he has to deal with from the other members. The ridiculous stories were always your favorite part of dinner with Namjoon; once he got started on Taehyung and Jimin’s antics, it took a plane crashing into the vicinity to shut him up. You glanced up from the cake the two of you had been picking at to see him boring into you with dark eyes. “What?”

Namjoon snapped out of his trance, taken by surprise at your questionable expression. “What?” He responded, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips again.

“Why were you looking at me like that?”

The smirk turned into a full-blown, toothy smile as he chuckled silently and leaned back in his chair. “It’s nothing.”

“Namjoon,” you said firmly, putting your fork down on the plate.

He locked eyes with you once more before caving. “That dress looks really nice on you.”

You looked down to admire the bateau bodice, embellished lightly with rhinestones, and looked back up to meet his gaze with an appreciative smile. “Thank you.” A couple of seconds of silence later, and you added, “Aren’t you going to say anything to ruin the moment?”

He laughed in response, folding his arms and tossing his head towards the ground. “Not until we get home. Finish that cake.”

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Sugar & Spice || Dem and Ridley

Demetri took a quick shower, throwing on a pair of jeans and one of Evan’s sweaters he liked, as it was still chilly out. He grabbed his wallet and keys, still feeling a bit weird about actually having a car for the first time in his entire life. It wasn’t new new, but it was pretty damn new. 

He drove down the road to Ben and Ridley’s, parking and knocking on the door before walking in. “Hey!” He smiled and bent down a little to pet the dog, scratching behind he’s ear. “Ready to go?”


hhh why do i keep seeing anti-england (the actual country not the aph version) posts made by americans on tumblr?? like people i follow are literally just reblogging entire posts about how awful we are

and i mean, hey, i’ll be the first to harp on about this god-forsaken nation filled with grumpy twats and shitty politicians and eternal rain

but it’s kinda different when americans do it… it’s like if two mothers are complaining about their respective children’s antics, but then one of the mothers starts complaining about the other mother’s child too, and it’s suddenly like “…um what”

i mean feel free to make fun of us all you want, we deserve it, but some of these are genuinely serious posts about how english people are worse than americans in every conceivable way, and that kinda sucks

[Closed RP with @ask-maria-reynolds]

Eliza was nervous. Not that this was the first time she was ever going to have some drinks, she did at her wedding, even though she ended up being the only one who stayed sober that night. It was true that she felt awful when she had to carry Alexander to bed while he couldn’t stop saying “C’mon Eliza, don’t be that prude, let’s have a threesome with John, I just love him so much, I love you both.”, and that it was the main reason she decided not to ever get drunk; but at some point in her life seeing Alexander and their friends drunk started to be funny, and some days that made her want to have fun, that kind of fun. She never ended up doing it, though.

But that was a long time ago. After “The Reynolds Pamphlet”, Eliza felt lonely in the world. She was aware she was not alone at all, since her children were always there and her sister came all her way from London to take care of her, but every time she had an appointment with John, Lafayette, Washington or even Burr, they always gave her that look. They pity her. And she was not going to allow that.

“Oh God, what am I doing?” Eliza sighed while hesitating if knocking the door of the woman who destroyed her marriage was a good idea. Why her? Am I truly that lonely?

After some minutes, Eliza nodded and knocked the door slowly, praying for this to end up as well as she first imagined.


Phil Vs the Furry Ball of Hate

Title: Phil Vs. the Furry Ball of Hate

Pairing: Phan AmazingPhil/Danisnotonfire

Rating: G

Words: ~ 2K

Genre: Fluff. It’s just fluff. I’m kind of ashamed.

Summary: Everyone knows that pet owners take their pets’ opinions on people very seriously. Dan’s cat hates Phil. Obviously, Phil needs to fix this. 

 Author’s notes: So, yeah. It’s been years since I last wrote anything and this is the first Phanfic I’ve actually published. (I have one on Phanfic anonymously but shhh!) Have fun, I guess?

Phil took a deep breath and prepared himself to on the door.He and Dan had been dating for about two weeks, so there wasn’t really a reason for him to be nervous, right? But in those two weeks they had always gone out, this would be his first time being in Dan’s apartment. This would be their first time actually being alone together. This was a much bigger deal than anything they’d done before. Everything had to go right. What if he was an awful guest and Dan decided he didn’t want anything to do with him? What if-


Phil was yanked out of his spiraling thoughts to see Dan standing in his open doorway a smile on his lips and in his eyes and the ever present dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Are you going to come in?” he asked. “Or we can just stand here all night, if you want.”

Phil blushed and coughed self-consciously into his hand. “Inside honestly sounds much better.”

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