they are the most precious thing to ever exist

so i just had a really sad but also happy thought. what if one day harry comes home from a really horrible mission and fumbles with his key so he can get in to see draco and hug him but he’s really, really shaking. There’s a metallic clang as it slips through his fingers and falls to the floor and he sinks with it; his legs are refusing to hold him up for any longer. 

He sits there for like half an hour? then his body collapses, dry sobs rattling his whole frame and he doesn’t even glance up when the door opens and a shocked draco rushes to kneel in front of him and hold him while harry tries to limit the shivers that rush through him as he recalls the churning that ran through his body as he lay in wait for yet another bastard that wanted him dead. 

Draco strokes the back of his neck and traces soothing patterns on the back of Harry’s hand until at last, Harry inhales heavily and looks up at Draco. There are fresh tears in his eyes as he whispers: “i was so fucking scared draco, i was terrified”. He leans into him, clutching at draco’s shirt like it was a lifeline. 

And that’s when draco decides he cant take this anymore. Harry is brave and kind and selfless and so full of love and he doesn’t deserve to ever feel scared again. “Why don’t you quit?” 

“I cant, can I? It’s not all over yet.” Harry’s voice breaks as he lets out the pain that he feels each day as he enters a battlefield or a building filled with people who just either expect too much or want there to be a hole where Harry Potter once existed. 

Draco takes both Harry’s hands and cradles them like they are the most precious thing to both of them. He lets one finger run round the wedding ring on Harry’s fourth finger. 

“Harry, you’re brave and strong and wonderful, but these people you say you’re fighting for, you’ve done your part for them now. You’ve been saving them for years and years. You don’t owe anyone anything Harry, except yourself. You aren’t getting to live anymore, you work and work and at work all you seem to do is have to listen to more reasons people want you dead. I love you so much, and it.., it breaks my heart to have to see you like this. Please don’t stay there if its not what you really want. No one will think any less of you, and I.. I just want you to be happy and safe, with me, for as long as forever will let me.” 

A small smile turns up the corners of Harry’s mouth. His eyes are glistening, but there’s a small glimmer of hope that’s buried itself in there now. 

“I think I need to owl Mcgonagall back about that teaching position.”

a concept: 

  • early in the fifth season, jake proposes to amy. charles cries. amy and jake have a perfect wedding (aside from doug judy showing up out of nowhere and giving a toast). the show gets renewed for a sixth season. 
  • amy gets pregnant. charles nearly has a heart attack when he’s told. 
  • jake worries that he’ll be a terrible father because he didn’t exactly have the best role model growing up. and it’s only when they’re lying in bed and his hand is resting on her stomach like always, and suddenly he feels something against his palm, and it’s the baby?? kicking??? and it’s the most precious thing to ever exist and jake decides he’s going to be the best dad ever.
  • amy gives birth to the cutest, most well-loved little girl in the entire world. jake faints. terry tears up because his work-kids are actually having kids. captain holt chokes up when he’s holding his god-child in his arms. 
  • amy doesn’t want to actually go on maternity leave because she has things to do, damnit. but when jake stays home with baby ella while she goes in, amy has a panic attack and as it turns out, a captain can grant both maternity and paternity leave (the 99th precinct loses its best two detectives for about a month). 
  • she won’t admit it, but rosa has a huge soft spot for ella, and one day babysits while jake and amy have to track down a perp (and very quietly, gruffly, claims that this is the most beautiful baby to ever exist).
  • jake ends up  getting one of those baby carriers so now he wears the baby on his chest at every opportunity. 
  • the show gets nine total seasons because anything less would be a crime.

Do you guys know how much I love this young man? He is my son, and he deserves absolutely every single thing that is pure & beautiful & amazing & precious & good in this entire existence.
Taemin had never been able to protect his mother, so when he was able to rescue Woojin-there was a huge shift within him.
He just wanted to be strong enough protect someone.
I honestly love WLATE so much. I hope it goes on forever.



worthless-pride-deactivated2017  asked:

Every time you post something or answer an ask about BSD (specifically Chuuya), I I die a little on the inside~ xD I need more of my petite mafia on my dashboard~ 😂Thank you for being such an amazing blog! 💖

Thank you for this kind message, my dear! Here a random assortment of my favorite Chuuya gifs to make your dash look better :D

We have disgruntled Chuuya

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Illegal smirk Chuuya

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where the fuck is his modeling contract Chuuya

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Corruption Chuuya (one of my personal favorirtes)

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Commander on the front lines Chuuya 

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A gif that always makes me feel a lot Chuuya

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Actual definition of breathtaking Chuuya

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Baby dork Chuuya

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I used corruption because I trusted you Chuuya (there goes my heart)

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The bluest eyes that ever blue Chuuya

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A jawline that could cut my whole existence in half Chuuya

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And, of course, the most precious of them all: sleeping Chuuya

I hope this was enough, even if we all now that there’s no such thing as enough Chuuya! 


Hotaru’s room at Kasugayama (Kenshin’s castle) is full of toys. 

Lol, several explanations for this:

Kenshin SPOILS him (because really, Kenshin spoils everybody, even his supposed mortal enemy *coughcoughcoughshingencoughcough*)

Also, it’s a mean to keep him entertained (and or distracted, depending on the situation)

Boy’s essentially a bubble boy who is just burst out his bubble so he needs basic education on How to Normal People and they start from the basic, this Uesugi Clan.

This is from the special Tenka natsumatsuri story.

The theme is rouge! Lol!


Seriously I would sock anyone who messes with my favourite lipstick.

Spoiler after the break.

Tsuki MC just purchased this small pot of rouge, which she brought to Hotaru’s room to show him (Why? Because Tsuki MC thought Baby Firefly needs a lesson in women’s habitual grooming? lol, dunno)

“What is that?” asked Hotaru.

“This is rouge. girls use this to paint their faces.”

“It’s red.”


Hotaru picked and eyed the rouge curiously.

“Why paint their faces?”

Why? MC mused, she thought of Kaede who always looked pretty with her impeccable make up skill *snorts, there’s a reason for that, MC-chan*.

“Because they want to look cute…”


“Because…,” MC has never really thought of it. “because, I think, they want to look cuter to the person they like.”

“Look cute…?”

Curiously he dipped his finger on the rouge then brought it to MC’s lips.

“Paint, like this?”

He swiped his finger on MC’s lips, gently. MC was aware how close he was and she’s getting the doki-doki.

Then Hotaru went silent -

“So how do-”

Hotaru cut her off by kissing her. So sudden she didn’t have time to react other than blushed furiously after and sputtered.

“MC, you’re cute,” Hotaru smiled innocently. “You thought you’d be cuter, but it’s not true.”


“I like (suki) you either way.”

MC melted inside. Like, boy, you don’t just say those things to me like that. She knew that she was hopelessly falling for this boy.


The other shinobi feels somewhat an amalgamation of the Hana samurai *casually side-eyeing Goemon and Sasuke* but Hotaru is unique because I feel like he’s filled the younger boy-eager-to-learn trope that tugged at my theoretically non-existent mother instinct, and is the lethal combination of innocence and angst and HAWTNESS and ninja-magic. 


omg i think one of the most precious things ever is marvin’s expression after jason says he thinks girls are the most beautiful things in the world

he laughs a little bit and his smile is so soft and he looks so fond and awed of how his son is growing up and it’s so precious because marvin is finally looking at his son and is finally growing up a little himself too, realizing there are people other than himself and that his son is so amazing just for existing and just SO MANY SOFT EMOTIONS ABOUT THIS SCENE

The way Bobby treated the fan during their date is the most adorable thing I have ever see. He treated her like gold and was a gentleman all the way. He helped her clean up at work, bought food and took care of everything. Even gave her a long hug and some signed presents when he took her home and let her keep his jacket. He didn’t play a role, that’s Bobby. Precious and lovable. He is seriously the most beautiful soul that exists.

do you ever get these moments when you just living your normal life like any other day and then it hits you…….that…..norma bates is dead……and romero is probably never going to be happy again……..and that normero is simply the most precious thing to ever exist on planet earth……and then you hate norman more than anything in your life but remember that hes your son……..and then you just wanna lay in bed and cry for the rest of the day

Captain Swan Halloweek 2017: Oct. 30th Blink!AU

The lonely assassins, they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from, but they’re as old as the universe, or very nearly, and they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They are quantum-locked. They don’t exist when they’re being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature, they freeze into rock. No choice. It’s a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can’t kill a stone. Of course, a stone can’t kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh yes it can. That’s why they cover their eyes. They’re not weeping. They can’t risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the universe.

I don’t know what stopped you talking, but I can guess. They’re coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you’re dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away, and don’t blink. Good luck.   

A quick little reminder to my Aussie friends to enrol to vote right now if you want to vote on marriage equality! 🌈 

Just ride this train of thought with me for a lil bit. We’re spinning around on a chunk of rock surrounded by an infinitely huge and expanding void right now. The time we have in existence is the most minuscule, tiny blip in the grand scheme of things. Everything any of us will ever do will have no inherent meaning and will be completely lost to the universe eventually. We have such. little. time. to fuck around on this planet. Time is the single most valuable human commodity in existence - and yet some old bastards are sitting around right now, using up their precious ass gift of life to make it their personal business to ensure other people can’t enjoy the time they have with the people they love. No matter which side of the debate you’re on - that is the bottom line here. Instead of making the world better, instead of saving the planet, instead of loving others, these people choose to use what little time they have here drowning themselves in misdirected hatred.

Stop wasting your lives and let other people get on with theirs, the world has much bigger issues than girls who kiss girls and boys who kiss boys

His Queen

Crowley x Reader

Warnings: fluff, nudity.

Your king wrapped his arms around your waist, coaxing you from a light sleep. You smiled as you ran your hand over his. “Morning,” you mumbled as you turned over to him.

Crowley rested his forehead against yours. “Morning, my love.” His gravelly voice made your whole body tingle as he threaded his fingers through your hair. He only lingered for a moment before shifting towards his side of the bed. “I would love to lay here with you all day, but I have matters to address, morons to guide.” He chuckled as he slipped from your grasp.

You groaned as the loss of contact. “Please stay? For just a few more minutes?” you begged as your eyes followed him.

Crowley smiled as he peered down at you. He nodded, slowly leaning over your body. He pressed a sweet kiss against your neck as his hands smoothed up your bare sides. “Although it’s nearly impossible to resist this, I must. A king has his duties.”

You tilted your head as your gaze met his. “But, what is a queen without her king?” Your words triggered something in him. A smiled crossed your lips as you watched the fearless King of Hell’s gaze soften.

“My dear, you alone are the most precious thing to ever exist. You are the one who completes me.” Your heart fluttered at his words. Although he was the dominant, lethal leader of Hell, there was still a soft side. A soft side that he would only show his queen. His lips met yours in a soft, deep kiss before he rose from bed. “But I must go. Hell needs their king. Without guidance, they a like a hoard of toddlers in a knife shop.” His eyes scanned over your naked form. “You are more than welcome to join me in court today.” He turned to his massive closet, grabbing one of his many tailored suits. “And once we cut through all of today’s shenanigans, I’m all yours.”

“If you think I’ll be helpful,” you answered as you lifted yourself from bed. Crowley approached you as he buttoned his navy dress shirt.

“Oh, darling, you are always useful.” He lifted his hand to caress your cheek. “After all, what is a king without his queen?”

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Trust (Prince!Jimin)

Plot: Assassin!reader being assigned to kill prince!Jimin

Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Epilogue

Word Count: 1158

A/N: so here is part nine, the aftermath of the last chapter and also Jimin just looks really fucking good in this outfit so I had to choose it bc BST era was pretty much just prince!BTS so thank you to the stylists/whoever chose those outfits, the link for this is prince!Jimin (here)

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It had been three days and Jimin had yet to visit you. You had been expecting him to show up the first night, to demand answers you were happy to give. But he never came. He didn’t send anyone for you, Jungkook didn’t stop by to give you a letter from him the way he had so many other times before. You sat alone in your cell, ignoring the mocking voice of your neighbor, doing your best to calm yourself down and tell yourself that it would all line up properly. You just had to see him once before the ball, just one time to warn him.

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