these have been in my drafts for ages

pansexuals are not basically bisexual, or confused, or looking for attention/trying to be quirky/special, or slutty, or more likely to cheat, or more inclusive than bisexuals, or attracted to/want to have sex with kitchenware or anything else non-human, or disgusting, or pretentious, or part of a “brand new” sexuality, or inherently biphobic and transphobic, or “genderblind”.

pansexuals do not think they’re better than bisexuals, or find every single person they meet attractive, or want to have sex with every single person they meet.

pansexuals are real, and valid.

pansexuals have every right to identify as pansexual, and be in queer spaces.

pansexuals deserve love, and support, and respect.

pansexuals just want to be truly accepted and welcomed and supported by the community.

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T H E   M O N S T E R S

family means something different with us because it has to. it’s not about blood. it’s not even about who we like. it’s about who andrew’s willing to protect.

YoonJinKook Things
  • Yoongi and Jungkook help Jin bake cookies but Jungkook ends up eating a good portion of the batter because Yoongi’s weak for Jungkook’s pout and can’t tell him “no”. (Jin’s not amused at all and makes Jungkook and Yoongi clean the kitchen up after he’s done baking)
  • Jungkook uses “I’m going to tell Jin hyung,” as a threat whenever Yoongi locks himself in his studio and doesn’t eat or goes more than one night without- at the very least- some sleep. 
  • Shopping for groceries together (Jungkook always puts extra snacks into the shopping cart and even though Jin tells him to put them back at first, he eventually relents)
  • Yoongi and Jungkook love to “surprise” Jin on his birthday by making him breakfast in bed
  • Jin and Jungkook acting like complete dorks in public and Yoongi walking a few steps behind them, pretending that he has no idea who they are until Jungkook runs towards him, grabs his hand and drags him to look at something in the window of the manhwa store they just passed as Jin slowly trails behind with the brightest smile on his face.
  • Jin and Yoongi pushing their beds together so that Jungkook can sleep in the middle (Jungkook always trudges to Jin and Yoongi’s room when he has a nightmare or wakes up in the middle of the night feeling homesick)
  • Jin using the fact that he’s older than Yoongi to convince Yoongi to do things he doesn’t want to do and Jungkook snickering behind his hand when Yoongi ends up having to take Jin’s pink coat to the dry cleaners (Yoongi doesn’t understand why Jungkook’s laughing since Jungkook’s the one that drives him there)
  • Jungkook and Yoongi helping out with chores without Jin having to ask them
  • Jin and Jungkook making lunch boxes for all the members (Jungkook always sticks a post-it on Yoongi’s and writes some sort of positive message with a doodle of a bunny here and there)
  • All three of them sprawled on the couch with Jin sitting snug in the middle, gazes intently focused on the tv screen as they play Mario Cart. Yoongi and Jungkook start arguing when Yoongi throws a bomb at an unsuspecting Jungkook’s cart, Jungkook calling foul and the both of them jumping up from their seats, bickering as Jin sits calmly, completely ignoring them.
  • Yoongi rolling his eyes at Jin’s puns and the way Jungkook cracks up, face scrunching up adorably as he laughs
  • Jin cooking lamb skewers on special occasions
  • Yoongi and Jin constantly ruffling Jungkook’s hair, kissing his temples, patting him on the back and complimenting him because the maknae is too hard on himself 
  • Jungkook making fun of Yoongi because every time Jin blows him a kiss, he gets flustered and Yoongi grumbling about how Jungkook shouldn’t be talking since he’s the one that choked on his milk when Jin came home with freshly dyed blond hair. 
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2x20 “What Is And What Should Never Be”
God, can you imagine waking up next to him and him sleepily looking at you like in the first gif? :’)

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Fear: “Tell me, heretic. How does it feel to have your hands stained red? Do you believe that saving Thedas will wash away your sins? Your maker has forsaken you. Your family has disowned you. You are unloved and forgotten. Your life is for naught.”

Cathrin: “Should you seek to break me, demon, may I suggest a more persuasive route? I was expecting offers of virgins and riches. You know… I’ve always thought I would look spectacular astride a griffon - you have any of those?”

You Are Mine

Request from @thedreamsofafangirl: Could you write an imagine where Draco gets sick but is allergic to the main ingredient in pepper up potion and y/n is a great potion maker and she nursed him back to health?

Sure thing :) thank you so much for your kind words!! it means a lot :D 

*I am so sorry this has been ages! It’s been in my drafts for like two months and I totally already thought i’d posted it 😬 thank you so much though!!*

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“Don’t ever leave me again Isaac Lahey”


V short once again but i do have requests in my draft that i’m working on..sorry i’m taking ages with the requests guys I’ve got 2 weeks worth of exams coming up and I’ve been revising like a mad man, hope you enjoy. Much love xox.

~Requests are open~

-Shannon

Masterlist << Click dis lol

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Look at this thing from like ages ago and has been collecting dusts in the drafts since the time when I was convinced that Chara is the warrior and Frisk is the magician in the intro reincarnated… Until I bumped into @passivechara ’s Reada and I became waaaaaayyyy too attached o)-(

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Pairing: Yongguk x Reader

Genre: Flufffffff

Author’s Note: Drabble that’s been in my drafts for ages and ages. Thought I’d post it because I desperately need to clean out my drafts folder… and hey, why not right? 


Saturday was always your favorite day of the week. You loved nothing more than being with Yongguk. The soft laughter, the quiet slurping of ramyeon, the dimmed conversations of the latest drama humming on the TV, the hushed nothings when both of your walls came down, and you didn’t have to be anywhere, you didn’t have to be anyone. You just were. 

You had fallen in love with the man in front of you, not just the charismatic front he had on stage doing what he was so passionate about. You loved the man with a beautiful smile and a contagious laugh, you loved the man that hummed to himself when he was writing. You loved the man that was so in harmony with the peace of the world you’d have to stop to see. He had a soul that you were drawn to, so loving and intelligent. Bang Yongguk was your entire world.

When work or school was rough, you thought of him. His arms holding you safely in their embrace. His hands that would so gently stroke your hair when you were upset or stressed. His husky voice that was so soothing when every nerve in your body was frazzled and exhausted. There was nothing better than him. 

Saturday nights were your nights. Simple dinner, simple conversation and just simply… being together. More often than not you’d spend the night in your apartment. Eating whatever you could make together with the food in your fridge, choosing a movie you’d both decided on earlier in the week, just spending the one on one time together, being in one another’s arms. 

On the rare Saturdays you’d both decided to go out you’d always seem to find some little cafe or ramyeon shop that was near empty, and enjoy each others company and some good food. Your pinkies linked across the table, as you ate and talked about the first things that came to your minds. You’d often follow the dinner with icecream and a walk, hands still linked together as you went. You loved your nights together, there was no need for worries or stress or anything else but the other person. 

You’d love sitting on an empty park bench, glowing underneath the moon’s pale light together, with mumbled ‘I love you’s’ and ice-cream flavored kisses. You’d stay out until the both of you were sleepy enough to retire back to your apartment, from time to time you’d be so sleepy you’d fallen asleep on him, your head resting upon his shoulder. He’d always take you home, your cheek pressed against his warm back as he carried you back to bed. 

The best part of your night together was the goodnight. Plans of your future together lingered in the air, fingers intertwined as you debated the details. If you’d live in the city or the country, maybe the suburbs? Would you travel? What pets you would choose together, your future home together. How many kids you’d have eventually, whether they’d look more like you or more like him, what they’d be like and how much they would be loved. When sleep had nearly overtaken the both of you, silence filling in the air more than conversation. Your lips would press together in a goodnight kiss, his arms wrapping gently around your waist, your cheek snuggled against his chest. The soft drum of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. 

Home is where the heart is, or so they say. As far as the truth of sayings go, you’d surely believe it. It didn’t matter where you were or how often you even saw each other. Saturday was home. Because when you were with him, you were home… and there was nowhere you’d rather be. 

FINALLY

Request: “Could you do a Alec imagine of being Izzy’s parabati and best friend since childhood and Izzy talks you into going on a double date with her and Simon and Raphael because she knows both you and Alec need a push to make a move and she knows Alec knows Raphael has a thing for you which will make him extra jealous?? And you can’t deny you didn’t have a good time because Raphael is nice once you get past his layers of undead doucheness and you both were sarcastic snarky brats the whole date??”

This has been sitting in my drafts for ages so I decided to finally post it.

REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED.

Word Count: 1384

Clothes, shoes and a range of other items Izzy deemed ‘necessities’ lay scattered across the entirety of my bedroom floor like that first, crisp layer of freshly fallen snow, or perhaps a more accurate description would be that it looked as though the heavens had unleashed an almighty roar and sent waves of snow cascading down in an avalanche.  In reality, Izzy had come barrelling into my room, her arms laden down with a rainbow of fabrics and all sorts of beautifying concoctions that I couldn’t even name.  Somehow or other, I had allowed myself to be convinced into going on a date with Raphael.

I knew I shouldn’t have let Izzy talk me into it.  It was a crazy idea from the start, and I had somehow, foolishly let her convince me that I was doing this to help her out, and that things weren’t the other way round.  It was just so hard to argue with her perfect,well formed, valid arguments.  I mean, really, what reason was there for me not to go?  Apart from the obvious one which was that it would be a date with a vampire, but Izzy had managed to counter that argument faster than those superhuman bloodsuckers could run.  The one and only good reason I had for not going, was that I liked Alec.  I really liked Alec if I was being honest with myself… but Izzy didn’t know that.  Or at least I sincerely hoped that she didn’t.

Sneaking out of the institute was going to be near impossible.  Sneaking out of the institute without our absence going unnoticed was going to require divine intervention.  I didn’t know how Izzy managed it on a regular basis, especially with those terrifying high heels she always wore. Izzy had insisted that I wear something she picked out, and Izzy could be pretty stubborn when she wanted to be.  I supposed it was a Lightwood trait, it was definitely a huge contributor to all of the arguments she had with her brothers.  Her brothers.  If Alec caught us out here he would definitely kill us, if I didn’t die of embarrassment first.  Perhaps I would just sink down through the ground once and for all into my own grave.

Somehow, we made it out.  That wasn’t to say that we would make it back in, because I certainly wasn’t sure about that, but I was sure that Izzy would be able to sweet talk her way out of almost anything.  Or sweet talk somebody else into almost anything.  Like how she sweet talked me, into going on a date, with a vampire, with Raphael.

To be fair to Raphael, he wasn’t an awful date.  Sure, he could be snarky and sarcastic as hell, and had had a good few lifetimes to perfect the art of the perfect comeback, but that didn’t mean he was worse than me.  One of the good things about this constant bickering was that I think it made Izzy regret her decision to invite me along just a little bit.  I caught her rolling her eyes at Simon more than a couple of times throughout our meal at Takis Diner.  Especially when we first walked in.  
“Well hello there darling.”  Raphael had practically purred, his eyes crinkling with mirth as his lips tugged to the side in a smirk in reaction to the glare I shot his way.  
“Hi.”  I replied, stiff as a robot.  Simon stifled a laugh as he reached out to embrace Izzy in a warm hug.  
Raphael offered me a pout, his arms outstretched.  “Hey!  Where’s my hug?”  
“Same place as that Shax demon I banished yesterday, would you like to join it?”   
“I’m beginning to think that might be a better idea than this date.”  
“Good, then we’re on the same page.”
“Can’t you two be nice to each other for one night?”  Izzy interjected with a frown and a sharp glare. 

As it turned out, the answer was no.  Whilst we weren’t being serious, or at least not entirely with our insults and snippy snide comments, they did carry on for the rest of the night.  They continued through the meal itself, while I watched, with morbid fascination as Raphael and Simon both drank glasses of blood.  “Something the matter dear?”
“Just wondering how that stuff can possibly be appealing to you.”  I frowned, glancing at the deep red liquid.  
“Don’t worry darling, I’d much rather be drinking your blood.”  This was said with a deep breath in, which got him exactly the reaction he had desired.  With my fists clenching around my cutlery I managed to snap back with sickly sweetness.  “Well don’t you worry either sweetheart, I’d much rather be spilling your blood.  Guess we can’t all have what we want.”  
“I have to agree, I certainly don’t think I’ll be getting any -”
“Hm-hmm.”  Simon cleared his throat with a meaningful glance towards Raphael who sighed, leaning back with his drink in hand and a roll of his eyes. 
The bickering also continued along the walk home, although I did notice that as the night wore on, and we spoke more, chatted more, I began to like him more.  Not like like him, I was still head over heels for Alec, but I couldn’t deny that Raphael could be a nice guy.  When he wanted to be.  Or maybe it was just that I had wanted to see it before, or hadn’t looked close enough, hadn’t read between his sarcastic lines.  Either way, for somebody who was dead, he certainly managed to make me feel alive.  He managed to make me laugh and smile, and warm up to him little by little, right up until the moment Alec met us at the institute gates with a scowl to rival them all.  

Simon and Raphael got the message straight away, and scurried off into the night, leaving Izzy and I to approach a gently fuming Alec with dread curling in the pits of our stomachs.  “Heey.”  I greeted as I swung open the gate.  “Fancy seeing you here!” 
“Fancy not seeing you two here!  For the last 2 hours!  Where the hell have you been?  And why were you with that bloodsucker?!”  I took note of how when Alec said that, how he didn’t use the plural.  He was referring to Raphael, and Raphael alone.  
“We were on a date.”  Said Izzy with care.  
“A date?!”  Alec all but roared.  “With a vampire?!”  He was looking straight at me now, and I got the distinct feeling that I was the person his anger was directed towards.  Or perhaps it wasn’t quite anger.  Was it jealousy I was detecting?  “Do you have any idea-”
“It was my idea.”  Izzy butted in, her tone as pointed as her stiletto heals.  Hurt and a hint of betrayal flashed across Alec’s face.  
“Why?”  To me, he directed his next comment.  “I’m sorry she dragged you into that then, although you seemed to be having a very nice time.”  Was I imagining things?  To me, it sounded like jealousy, for sure.  
“I did have a very nice time, but I can assure you it won’t be happening again.  Raphael is nice, he’s funny, but I don’t see him that way.”  
“Oh.”  He seemed to pause to collect his thoughts.  “Well, that’s, good to know I guess.  But, why did you go on a date with him in the first place if you didn’t think of him that way?  You know he likes you-”
“Wait, what?”  
“And,”  Alec carried on regardless, “I don’t understand why you wouldn’t just ask somebody you do think of that way.”  Alec’s fists were now clenching and un-clenching at his sides as his eyes darted about.  He was thinking about something.  And if I wasn’t mistaken, he was jealous, which meant maybe this would be a good time to finally say what I had been thinking for a while.  
“Maybe I wasn’t sure he thought of me the same way.”
“Yeah, well you’ll never know if you don’t ask.”
“Okay then Alec, will you go out with me?”  For once Alec seemed entirely lost for words.  He nodded, still not uttering a single word, even as his mouth opened and closed while Izzy danced beside me.
“FINALLY!”

so i was reading im fatal frontier and

often give pep talks to yourself about cap, tony?

(no i’m kidding)

so i could talk about fatal frontier for hours (don’t worry i’m gonna spare you that) BUT this comics is a delight also in superhusbands department

despite the fact that he doesn’t show up at all and the plot has nothing to do with him tony brings up steve A LOT

in case somebody didn’t get the memo that he was combat-trained by captain america

but wait

one more casual reminder

(if we somehow forgot)

you’d think it’s enough…..

nope u have to brag about your bae to villains as well i see……….

IN CONCLUSION: tony stark is embarrassing loser child who gotta make his crush hero-worship known to the entire universe to my unending joy and delight

now everybody go read fatal frontier