Jinhwan: Lastly, Bobby will promise to do something on CH+.
Bobby: I’ll leave CH+ on while sleeping.
Hanbin: It might be fun to watch bobby sleep. He sleeptalks. I was sharing a hotel room with Bobby, and I think he was really tired. *imitates Bobby’s sleeptalking* “Aren’t you tired?Fighting! I’m tired, too.” He was energetically sleeptalking.
Donghyuk: He keeps telling me to go to church when he sleeps.
Hiruzen had to get the bell test from somewhere right? So I’m willing to bet Tobirama came up with it and can you imagine Tobirama doing this bell test shit with his students. No mercy. He had these kids out here on the brink of death. Shit must have lasted a week. Hashirama probably came out to the field one day like “Tobirama, the parents are wondering where their children are—”
“I’M BUSY HASHIRAMA”
“OK i’M SORRY GOOD LUCK KIDS BYE”
SHIT THAT MUST HAVE BEEN AWFUL I FEEL SO BAD FOR TEAM TOBIRAMA THEY LITERALLY COULDN’T CATCH A BREAK TOBIRAMA WAS RUTHLESS HE DIDN’T EVEN GO EASY ON THEM HE WOULD WHOOP THEIR ASSES WITH NO HESITATION HE PROBABLY USED FLYING THUNDER GOD TO GET AWAY FROM THEM LIKE THAT’S NOT FAIR TOBIRAMA YOU ASSHOLE YOU CAN’T GO THAT FAST and he didn’t stand for any complaining omg
“Tobirama-sensei, can we take a break? We’re starving.”
And he just looks at them. “Are there still two bells in my hand?”
“Then no. Don’t ask again.”
HE PROBABLY HAD THEM CHASING A CLONE THE ENTIRE TIME WHILE HE WAS AT HOME RELAXING. THESE KIDS ALMOST DIED FROM EXHAUSTION. fucking Tobirama this is why Hiruzen was such a lenient sensei Tobirama put him through hell
I’m Carter Kane; part time high school freshman, part time magician, full time worrier about all the Egyptian gods and monsters who are constantly trying to kill me… Okay, that last part is an exaggeration. Not all the gods want me dead. Just a lot of them.
The first bit of fanart I draw for @markiplier and it’s Dark - I mean, go figure, the guy really outdid himself this time. I haven’t stopped thinking about the ending since it got released. Dark has a backstory and I am absolutely floored by it.
Hats off to you, Mark - you’ve really inspired me recently. When you said “I want to make something I’m proud of” it hit me hard that my art and stories felt a bit lacking. Some day, I’m gonna make something spectacular. I can feel it.
Jungkook couldn’t say he wasn’t scared, once reading the message Hobi sent him he made his way to the airport as quickly and safetly as possible. The airport was a good 8 minutes from where he lived but the traffic was horriffic. This is the time people usually headed to work. Each second that passed made him more impatient and a bubble of sickness built in his stomach afraid that by time he arrived you would be gone.
Once he finally got there he ran as fast as he could. He looked left and right. He looked up at the screen above him scanning over and looking for your hometown name. His heart dropped as he saw ‘Boarding’ next to it. You were in Gate 8. The complete opposite side of where he was currently at. So he ran, shoving past people. Gate 6 passed, then Gate 7, then finally, he saw Gate 8. He looked around frantically.
That’s when his eyes landed on you.
You were digging through your carry-on. At that moment he had no idea what to do . You on the other hand noticed him first. You were shocked to see him, like a deer in the headlights.
He strides towards you and engulfs you in a hug but you just stood there. Frankly, You were a bit upset with him. But not as much as you were upset with yourself. You blamed him, accused him of being the bad person when all he was trying to do was help you. All you could do was hug him back and muffle apologies in his chest as he shushed you and stroked your hair.
“I should have believed you…” He shook his head. “Its okay I understand..” He cupped your face to make you look up at him. “It was never your fault to begin with…”
You winced. “I want things to be different..”
He smiled a bit weakly. “Things can be different.. We just need to try..” You looked him in the eye and shook your head, moving back from him. “No they can’t…” His smile faltered a bit and his face moved into a look of confusion.
“What do you mean…?”
You looked down at the ground. “I’m still going back to my hometown.”
“What..? You can’t..!” He grabbed you wrist and pulled you lightly back towards him, Burying his face in your neck. “Please don’t leave me…”
“I need a break Jungkook.. A new start.. I’m going back with family just to regain myself…. I’m hurting you just by my presence.. Please understand that…” You felt it hard to control yourself, A great ache was in your chest seeing him so vulnerable. That’s when you felt something something wet on your neck.
He was crying.
You panicked and pulled him up to look at you. “No no no.. Don’t cry.. Please..” You started wiping his cheeks with the sleeve of your jacket. Jungkook has never really cried. You have only seen him cry two times and that was a years ago. He couldn’t say anything, and you knew that.
“Last call for tickets!”
You looked over your shoulder before looking back at Jungkook.
“Look me in the eye..”
He did so hesitantly, You stood on your toes and placed a soft but firm kiss on his lips that lasted a good three seconds before pulling back and turning around and walking over to the lady giving her ticket. He reached out for you but pulled his hand back and held it in his other. All he could do was watch because he knew you were stubborn, and there was no going back on the choices you make.
The lady scanned the ticket and you started heading towards the jet bridge. You stopped before stepping through the entry way and turned back to Jungkook, A lone tear slipping down you cheek as you yelled out to him with a slight smile.
“If we meet again, Then I will know, That we were always meant to be with each other…”
Then the next three words that came tore him.
“I love you…”
Then you disappeared through the jet-bridge and he regretted everything he didn’t do more then what he did do.
Corrin has never been one to have a crush on first sight, but this case is an exception. After all, this is the fifth time she’s seen the lady in her usual mint green cardigan in the cafe, and always at the same time at that. Perhaps it’s fate, perhaps she’s overanalyzing this.
For sure, though, she has a crush, and it makes her feel silly for being uncharacteristically shy like this.
pls let ur crushes study their tax reforms for polsci exam this has been a psa
“Old Mornings Dawn” by Summoning Old Mornings Dawn (2013)
“The City of Present Sorrow” The Book of Lost Tales II, Chapter IV: The History of Eriol or Ælfwine J.R.R. Tolkien
There is a city that far distant lies And a vale outcarven in forgotten days – There wider was the grass, and the lofty elms more rare; The river-sense was heavy in the lowland air. There many willows changed the aspect of the earth and skies Where feeding brooks wound in by sluggish ways, And down the margin of the sailing Thames Around his broad old bosom their old stems Were bound, and subtle shades lay on his streams Where their grey leaves adroop o’er silver pools Did knit a coverlet like shimmering jewels Of blue and misty green and filtering gleams.
O agéd city of all too brief sojourn,
I see thy clustered windows each one burn With lamps and candles of departed men. The misty stars thy crown, the night thy dress, Most peerless-magical thou dost possess My heart, and old days come to life again; Old mornings dawn, or darkened evenings bring The same old twilight noises from the town. Thou hast the very core of longing and delight, To thee my spirit dances oft in sleep Along thy grey streets, or down A little lamplit alley-way at night –
Thinking no more of other cities it has known, Forgetting for a while the tree-girt keep, And town of dreams, where men no longer sing. For thy heart knows, and thou shedst many tears For all sorrow of these evil years. Thy thousand pinnacles and fretted spires Are lit with echoes and lambent fires Of many companies of bells that ring Rousing pale visions of majestic days The windy years have strewn down distant ways; And in thy halls still doth thy spirit sing Songs of old memory amid thy present tears, Or hope of days to come half-sad with many fears. Lo! Though along thy paths no laughter runs While war untimely takes thy many sons, No tide of evil can thy glory drown Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown.
Hermione was right, she shouldn’t be scared. But Draco was, though.
It was scary how easy it was for him and Theo to get comfortable with Hermione; it was as if they’d all always been together but they were just now realizing it. Draco had many doubts about what this meant. Were he and Theo not really happy before? Did they need her to be happy? And if so, what would happen to them if things with her didn’t work out?
All thoughts were erased from his mind, however, when he saw Hermione lean in and kiss Theo. They had just arrived at Theo’s after dinner, and despite the literal hours of amazing conversation, non-stop flirting, and explicit willingness on all sides, Draco hadn’t expect this moment to arrive so soon, nor did he expect it to take his breath away.
Draco had been too focused on his own thoughts so he didn’t really know what they’d been talking about, all he knew was that Theo had laughed, and Hermione wasted no time in closing the distance between them. Draco couldn’t blame her, of course. Theo rarely looked better than when he laughed. Hermione was standing on her tiptoes, both hands on Theo’s face as she pulled him down, their lips moving together gracefully. For the looks of it, she was a much better kisser than she was a dancer. Draco knew that Theo was keeping it slow and allowing her to set the pace, as he was barely touching her, just one hand sliding up her back.
Hermione broke the kiss. “Was that alright?” she asked Theo, who merely nodded, his deep brown hair falling over his eyes.
Draco gulped. Hermione was so ready, so straightforward and willing to just get on with it that it made Draco think that this might just be about sex to her and his heart dropped for a moment. Theo was looking at her through half-lid eyes and Draco now knew that his boyfriend had been smitten with her for a while. As for Draco, his slowly growing crush for Hermione wouldn’t go away with a crazy night of shagging between the three of them.
He was so wrapped up in his own mind again that he didn’t notice that Theo had walked closer to him and was now staring directly into Draco’s eyes.
“Are you okay?” Theo whispered. “We can call this off if you’ve changed your mind.”
Draco’s first reaction was to kiss him. Theo had always cared so deeply about Draco even when no one else did, and at that moment Draco knew they’d be alright, no matter what. Theo tasted familiar, and then he didn’t, and it made Draco growl deeply and grab a handful of his boyfriend’s hair as he broke the kiss.
“I love you,” Draco said, his voice hoarse. Again, Theo simply nodded, looking like he was too affected for words.
Draco strode over to Hermione, who looked unsure for once because Draco’s face was completely serious. Draco cleared his throat and tried to ignore how lovely and slightly flustered she looked after kissing Theo.
“I just want to make sure this isn’t just about tonight for you.” He was sure his cheeks were red, but he had to get this out. “Because I think Theo really likes you and…I really like you too.” His voice had gone lower and lower as he talked until he was almost whispering.
Hermione took a second to answer the the wait seemed to stretch on forever, but then her lips curled up into a smile and Draco could breathe.
“Draco,” she said softly and just with that word he knew she had him wrapped around her little finger. He leaned into her unconciously and felt her warm breath as she spoke. “Do you really think I’d be doing this if I didn’t really, really like you both?”
She reached up in much the same way she had done to Theo and pulled down Draco’s face to kiss him. Somehow she took him by surprise and Draco gasped at the feeling of her lips on his. Unfortunately, he didn’t have Theo’s polite restraint, and he pushed Hermione against a wall the moment her lips parted. Draco heard Theo’s sharp intake of breath and realized that Theo was almost behind him, and with another step, he was pressing against Draco’s back and kissing the back of his neck and shoulder.
Draco gripped Hermione’s upper arms and turned them both around, swiftly pushing her into Theo’s arms as she gasped, her eyes opening widely. Draco pulled apart a bit and felt an inmense thrill at the decidedly Slytherin smirk that Theo gave him, his arms snaking around Hermione.
“You thought you were the only one who could surprise, Hermione?” Draco said, leaning in and kissing Theo over her shoulder. Hermione’s lips attatched to Draco’s neck and he shuddered.
Draco’s fears were gone and warm hope spread through him at the promise of not only one, but two people to love.