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hi friends, it’s your girl erica here!

so a couple of weeks ago, i reached 1.6k followers and as a celebration, i wanted to do something! i asked you guys to vote in a poll i posted and tumblr awards won! i’ve recently taken a bit of a break from tumblr to work on my book i’m writing, but i now realize i can manage doing both - i just really need to balance my time. you know? PLUS, i just reached 1.7k which is insanity. so, to celebrate, here we are! my first ever TUMBLR AWARDS! yay! one winner for each award and two runners up :’)

you have a chance to enter up until tuesday, february 28th at 11:59pm! just before the 1st of march :) MY BABY RONNIEKINS’ BIRTHDAY <3 winners will be announced a few days after (i’ll see how many entries this gets and then decide on a date!)

requirements:
- must be following this george weasley trash™
- reblog this post (likes for bookmarking only, please!)
- can this reach, like, 20+ notes or we’ll just sweep this under the rug and pretend it never happened while i melt into a puddle of embarrassment :’D
- please put which awards you’d like to be considered for in your tags when you reblog this!

awards:
hermione granger award:
best theme
luna lovegood award: friendliest/kindest blogger
neville longbottom award: best icon
minerva mcgonagall award: best writing
ron weasley award: best creations
nymphadora tonks award: best multifandom blog
fred & george weasley award: funniest blogger
sirius black award: best harry potter

prizes under the cut! (i literally s u c k at like, everything, so it’ll probably just be writing and promos tbh sorry guys i can’t make edits for shit)

YAY HAPPY BLOGGING


p r i i i i z e s :D

winners: three promo requests at any time (just message me!), name aesthetic, harry potter aesthetic, and a one shot or would include with any harry potter character of your choice!

runners up: two promo requests at any time (just message me!), name aesthetic OR harry potter aesthetic, and a one shot or would include with any harry potter character of your choice!

MESSAGE ME WITH ANY Q’S!

love,
~eri 

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vine by atla edits

day 1 red/blue

((OOC: Did I just buy my fifth mermaid tail just because it’s Black Friday even though I should be saving for the Disney College Program? Why, yes. Yes I did.))

Originally posted by mommyandboy

4

“There’s no cure for the Internet. It would never go away. It’d be glued to your name, a fucking stain on you. I’d hang myself if that was me. Crack my fucking neck at the first opportunity.”

anonymous asked:

seeing your reaction to receiving those last two prompts made me so happy omg ur so cute~ i love a good everyonexhoseok drabble (bc hobi just fits so well with all of them) but if not that, then can i maybe request a jihope drabble? ^^

Okay, I just want to let you know I read this message literally everyday, and everyday it made me smile. Thank you so so so much. (*´∀`*) I’m sorry this ended up a little (A LOT) angsty, but there’s a happy ending kinda?? v(・∀・*) Anywho, hope you like it, my love! ٩(^ᴗ^)۶


Soft footsteps echoed down the hallway, turning corners with a somber sense of familiarity. Fluorescent lights bounce across the white walls, and the harsh stench of cleaning chemicals makes his stomach churn unhappily. A few nurses smile at him in recognition, their faces taunt with stress and lack of sleep, and he can only imagine that he looks no better. He stops abruptly in front of a door, the door, and clenches his hands into fists, staring holes through the wood. It feels like years pass before he finally pushes the door open, taking in the room with fluttering glances. It had been a week since he last came here, but nothing had changed.

Nothing ever changed.

A quiet sigh falls from his parted lips and he walks in, plopping down on a chair with a dent in the leather that fit his body perfectly. He stares at the body laying before him, listening to the beeping of machines and whirring of the air conditioning. Taking a deep breath, he scoots the chair closer to the bed and slips his fingers into the other’s cold hand.

“Hi hyung.” The corner of his lips quirk up in a poor excuse of a smile. “It’s me again. Sorry I haven’t been around lately; things have been…less than great this week.” He sighs again, running his unoccupied hand through his hair in a nervous gesture.

“We had the fan signing on Monday; you remember, the one I told you about? Everyone that came asked about you. I have a whole bunch of letters and presents that I need to bring in later. I’ll try to read as many as I can to you, but believe me when I say, there’s a lot.” He chuckles softly, and slowly lets himself somber up.

“We, uh…actually had to stop it early. You know how they play our songs in the background? They…when Begin started to play, Jungkookie just…broke down. And he wouldn’t stop. He didn’t stop until we were back at the dorm, almost two hours later.”

I-I miss him so much, hyung.

I know, Kookie. I know. We all do.

Everything reminds me of him, and it just…it hurts so much.

It’ll be okay, Jungkookie. I promise.

He fiddles with the hand in his grip, thumb brushing over bony knuckles. “Tae also had an episode a few days ago too. Remember how I said he started sleeping in your bed?”

Jimin. Jiminie, wake up.

Tae…? What’s wrong?

It…it doesn’t smell like him anymore.

What?

His bed, Jiminie. It…it doesn’t smell like him. It’s just cold and…empty.

Oh, Taehyung…

“Now we both sleep in your bed. He’s still a little shaken up, but I think that not sleeping alone is really helping him.”

“Recently Jin-hyung has been cleaning a lot. The dorm had gotten a lot messier without you around, and I think that all the dust and disorganization was reminding him that you weren’t there. It’s therapeutic for him, I suppose. And that’s good, that’s he’s finding something to do but…”

Hyung, what are you doing?

Ah, Jimin. I just noticed that the kitchen had been getting dirty and I wanted to give it a quick wipe down. I swear, you all are like children, leaving stains everywhere you go.

Jin-hyung, it’s almost 3AM.

…is it really that late?

Your hands are bleeding.

I…I didn’t even notice…

Let’s patch you up really quick so you can go to bed, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

“I bought him a pair of gloves on the way here, so at least that way he won’t accidentally hurt himself anymore.” He worries his bottom lip.

“I…I’m worried about Yoongi-hyung. He just locks himself in his studio and doesn’t come out for days on end. And when he does, his eyes are just so…empty. I wish he would just scream, or cry, or something. Anything is better than this. Namjoon-hyung has tried to get him to talk, but…it always just ends up with fights.”

Hyung, please. You’re scaring us. Isolating yourself isn’t going to help.

So what, you think if I talk to you about my feelings everything is going to be alright? That Hoseok will just wake up and we can all laugh together like none of this ever happened?

That’s not-

You know damn well what the doctor said. 30%. 30% chance of him waking up. I don’t need a fucking IQ of 148 to know what that means.

He wouldn’t have given up on you.

Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare, Namjoon.

He loves you, Yoongi.

Stop it.

And I know you love him too.

Stop!

Yoongi…

Please, Namjoon. I can’t. I just can’t.

“It’s…it’s getting harder. I’m trying my best to be there for everyone, but…I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.” He chokes out a laugh which dissolves into a sob. “I can’t do this without you, hyung. Please. We need you. I need you.”

This is the only time he lets himself cry, breath hitching and tears dropping down onto bed sheets. Even now, Hoseok is always someone he can lean on.

“I have to go now, hyung. But I’ll be back tomorrow with those letters.” He reaches out to brush the other’s bangs aside and presses a kiss to his forehead, a soft smile on his lips.

“I love you.”

Reluctantly, he get out of the chair and heads towards the door. His hand had just begun turning the knob when a single sound makes his world stop.

“…-imin?”

9

character aesthetics: ty blackthorn- the dark artifices by cassandra clare 

“Tiberius Nero Blackthorn. I think his parents may have gone a little overboard. It’s like naming someone Magnificent Bastard.” 

Imagine badboy!Woozi looking attentively at you instead of studying during one of your tutoring sessions with him. When you tell him to stop staring at you and continue studying, he says “I am studying. I’m studying you” in a nonchalant manner.