they could have been so otp

ksjknj  asked:

95 and namseok if possible!! 💜

Ahhh thank you!!

Namseok, 95, “Could you please stop biting your lip… it’s distracting.”

(college au, 1k) 

Group study dates have been a thing for a while now for Hoseok. 

It used to just be him and Seokjin, both fretting and swearing they were oh so very fucked with this project holy fuck why did they leave this so late? Lots of energy drinks, a lot of hysterical crying, just all round good times. 

After their deadlines had been met and their grades came back with a pass, and all the swearing that they would never leave anything so late ever again (Hoseok still can’t look at a Red Bull can without wanting to projectile vomit) study dates had become a regular occurrence. 

Before long, Seokjin was inviting his boyfriend, Min Yoongi and then Yoongi was followed by his “not stalker, I’m just hyung’s biggest fan” Kim Taehyung, which meant Park Jimin was there too and he brought some high school kid Jeon Jungkook along for some reason regarding promising someone’s mother they’d see him pass, be a good role-model, etcetera, etcetera. 

Hoseok liked the extra company, he was a social person, and having more people around felt more motivating and they’d have snacks and coffee and study and honestly Hoseok’s grades were improving so it was nice. He loved his study dates and was pretty sure they were the reason he was going to pass this course with flying colours.

Until one faithful day when Hoseok agreed to something super fucking dumb on his part. 

‘Where are you off to?’ Namjoon, his roommate and boyfriend, asks him on this previously stated faithful day, after Hoseok’s shovelled two books that have no reason being so fucking big into his bag. 

‘Study group,’ Hoseok says. ‘Just in the library.’

‘Oh,’ Namjoon says. ‘Is it cool if I tag along?’

And the only reason Hoseok hadn’t asked Namjoon thus far was because well, he was a genius and Hoseok kinda just presumed he was too smart for study groups and because on the occasions Namjoon hang out with the rest of Hoseok’s friends they were just, well, them and it was kind of embarrassing even if Namjoon said he liked them all just fine. 

So Hoseok had said yes

What an idiot

The study group meets twice a week. Namjoon has been joining them for about three weeks now and Hoseok has never found it harder to concentrate in his damn life

It all comes down to the fact that Namjoon is evil. So very fucking evil, like seriously how dare he just sit there and exist all perfect and hot and fucking adorable biting his lip in concentration with the damn furrowed brow, what the fuck

And Hoseok is only a man, and he can only handle so much of that before all his frustrations just come crawling up out of him. 

‘Could you please stop biting your lip?’ Hoseok hisses, prodding Namjoon in the arm with his pen so hard he jumps. ‘It’s distracting.’ 

Everyone looks across at him, Hoseok shifts in his seat feeling like he’s on display and then Taehyung’s leaning towards Jimin. 

‘Oh my god,’ Taehyung whispers conspiringly. ‘Hobi-hyung’s got a fixation with Namjoonie’s lips.’

Hoseok feels his face go red about the same time Namjoon pulls a face. ‘I do not!’

‘Please don’t call me Namjoonie.’

‘I mean they’re pretty nice lips, hyung,’ Jungkook says, twirling his pencil between his fingers. ‘You should get snake bites or something, I know a guy.’

‘You are not sticking anything metal through your lips, Kim Namjoon,’ Hoseok says and he’s adamant on that, the last thing he needs is Namjoon tonguing at a lip piercing. 

‘But they’d look cool, hyung!’ Jimin says. 

‘Yeah, Hoseok,’ Yoongi says, looking thoroughly pleased with himself like the creature of chaos he is. ‘Think of how cool they’d be.’

‘Personally I think you should get one,’ Seokjin says. ‘See how you feel about it and then get another.’

Hoseok runs a hand down his face, kinda wants to punch Namjoon in the arm when he grins big and lets Jungkook and Jimin start prodding at his bottom lip and then other parts of his perfect perfect face saying where he should get all of the piercings. Just all of them. 

It’s a perfectly normal thing, to be distracted by your boyfriend’s lip biting habits. But the fact remains that the others don’t know that Namjoon and Hoseok are dating and Hoseok, he’d just like to keep it that way. 

It’s something Namjoon’s never really been fussed about. He complains sometimes about not being able to hold Hoseok’s hand when they’re walking down the halls, but if Hoseok kisses him all over his face in the safety of their shared dorm room he gets over it quickly.

And Hoseok isn’t ashamed of Namjoon. He isn’t, Namjoon’s the best and Hoseok will spew poetry about just how fucking amazing he is if given the chance. But the fact remains that Hoseok’s friends group is the actual worst and will breathe down their necks and just make their dating life a living hell with the constant stream of commentary and so Hoseok just wants to keep quiet about it. Maybe tell people in a few months. Or years. Or like, after they’re married and have three adopted kids or something. 

Not that Hoseok’s thinking about marrying Namjoon when they’ve only been secretly dating for four months. 

(Please don’t tell Namjoon that Hoseok’s thinking about marrying Namjoon when they’ve only been secretly dating for four months and has done so since their one month anniversary). 

‘Hobi-hyung has a crush,’ Taehyung coos and if he were closer Hoseok would throw something at him because fuck this little shit and fuck his own cheeks for flushing red when half the table starts giggling. Shit, it ain’t the most obvious thing in the world now–

‘Hey,’ Namjoon says, voice low and he’s somehow managed to escape the prodding so when Hoseok tilts his head over, Namjoon’s face is right there and Hoseok freezes. 

Namjoon puts a hand on the back of Hoseok’s neck and guides his head forward, presses a kiss against his lips and Hoseok’s entire world explodes into all the most cliched hearts and flowers and (not the distant sound of wedding bells shut up) he doesn’t even notice all the eyes on them. 

When Namjoon pulls away, interlocking their fingers under the table and giving a reassuring squeeze, Hoseok decides that Yoongi is going to be the best man at their wedding considering he is the only one who does not promptly start screaming. 

Send a number and a pairing and I’ll write a drabble! 

Prompt #158

“Is there a reason my bathtub is filled with a full gallon of blood and glitter?”

“Okay. I have a really good reason for the blood but I have no idea where the glitter came from”

Keith: things have been kinda… weird lately with Lance.

Keith: but not in a bad way?? I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been, and I know Lance feels the same way. I just think we could be even happier, yknow?

Keith: you know Lance best so… what should I do?

Keith: (hits play)

Beyoncé: if you liked it then you should’ve put a ring on it🎶


Originally posted by realitytvgifs

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG

Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.

You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”


“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 


Favourite asian dramas’ OTPs: Wang So and Hae Soo

Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo

“The late King Taejo’s last words were that life is fleeting. It is all short and in vain. He said that life is so short. But I think that he was wrong. You and I are together like this, so how it could be in vain?” 

“If we had met in another world and another time I was thinking how great that would have been. If only that could be… I wouldn’t fear anything. I could freely… Truly, I could freely love you all I wanted.”

anonymous asked:

I'm really into the bodyswap causing conflict between Malec, because it's a good example of a conflict where nobody's really at fault. Obviously Alec isn't going to believe that Magnus is Magnus right away, that'd be very unlike Alec and also generally a stupid idea, but it's also fair that Magnus would be upset and resentful about that, even if he understands intellectually. Idk, I feel like this could be a setup for a mature argument, you know?

Yeah, I agree; I don’t know for sure if this is the conflict that will breed from this, but I can definitely see it happening and I’m not opposed to them having a more nuanced conflict to work through. Like, this is the kind of trauma that strains long term marriages, and Magnus and Alec have only been dating for a few weeks. So it’s only expected that they may not always behave 100% ideally even though they’re trying their best while Magnus is going through this.

Plus, Magnus is very…guarded. Like, he’s been vulnerable before but on his own terms, if that makes sense. When he tells someone about his past, it’s because he decides it’s the right time to do so – not because someone has cracked his walls. So I can see him putting his guard up again where he was once fairly open with Alec, which might affect their relationship in the sense that Magnus may no longer feel safe trusting pieces of himself with the man who loves him, even though logically he knows that he can and that he should. I want to say his instinct might be to push Alec away as a way to protect himself and I feel like Alec needs to tread the (very difficult) line between being respectful of what Magnus needs and how he feels while also not, like, allowing Magnus to retreat into himself and turn away from those who care about him entirely because that’s not a healthy way to deal with things at all.

Viktor, P l e a s e

Mila: Okay guys, so what’s the problem?

Viktor: A problem!? There isn’t even a problem!

Yuuri: Viktor, if you could just do the dishes-

Viktor: bUt i doNt waNna !

Yuuri: the dishes have been sitting in the sink for days, Viktor. I can’t do all the work in this house

Viktor: Yuuri, as your coach-


What has come out from 2x21?

That everyone is queer obviously, and let me elaborate:

1. Queen fucking Rhea, undressed Lena, and sweet talked her. From 1 to gay, about 65% gay

2. Cat and Madam President had totally banged in the past, they are totally banging still occasionally. DemoCat will rise! From 1 to gay we are up to 78% gay

3. “Kara loves you” “likewise” as in “I love her back”. That SuperCorp was lit. From 1 to gay we are up to 84% gay

4. “THAT IS STILL SO HHH…….cool” CAT WAS FREAKING HORNY THERE. SuperCat skyrocketed the gay up to 96% 

5. “I got a very trusted agent on my six” “makes this, kinda a full circle for us”. Sanvers been endgaming like pros for weeks now. From 1 to gay, well thats about 569% of super duper gay with flying rainbow unicorns singing! 

notable mention: SchoLsen because that could have been an OTP.


#thankyoubones week: day 8 → 5 b&b scenes that made you fall (even more) in love with them

God, these two ❤️  What would I (we) ever do without them. Words can never express just how much these two have meant to me, and will continue to mean to me for the next 30 or 40 or 50 years. They captured my heart all those years ago, from the very first episode I watched, and have made me cry, squeal, squee, scream, wail, jump with joy and every other combination in between. These two were, and still are, the #1 reason I love this show so much. Booth and Brennan truly are THE standard of all couples out there, and I couldn’t be more proud of that fact. They have been through hell and back together, stood over death together, faced down death together, saved each other from the brink of death multiple times, ‘chased each other through wars and serial killers and ghosts and snakes, and’….. my point is that they will forever remain the strongest and most resilient and loving couple to ever exist. And to have been witness to all of their moments before and AFTER they became a couple, and been able to watch them progress slowly from strangers, to partners, to friends, to best friends, to lovers, and then parents, and finally to husband and wife? That has been the most amazing gift that I could have ever asked for, and I swear, if I could go back in time and do it all again, experience their love all over again, I would do it in a heartbeat. So here’s to Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan, to the best damn otp out there, to the two people with hearts of gold; to the true epitome of soulmates and true love. Thanks for making my life messy, and confusing, and unfocussed, and irrational, and wonderful ❤️ 


My biggest regret in life is that we really didn’t meet when we were 8, ‘cause I would have fallen in love with you from that moment. The truth is, you’ve never been alone. My love for you has always been there, it just took awhile for our paths to cross, so I could share it with you. 

TBH I find any hate towards Shiro ships absolutely ridiculous and amazingly hilarious. Ships wars are already ridiculous as it is but the fact that people demonize Shiro so much it’s astonishing. It’s not even villain-hero ships, Shiro is their partner and friend. They try to make him out as some sort of horrible monster for even as much as sharing space with another character (because he is a big bad adult I guess - and even that has been rebutted, he is a teenager like the rest of them but, whatever, continue to close your ears I guess).

The truth is Shiro is one of the nicest, kindest, most gentle character in Voltron and he cares so very much for the others, he would never take advantage of them. Yet you pull a “Ron the Death Eater” trope on him, just say you hate those ships because they are in the way of your OTP and don’t act like you do that out of moral superiority. You aren’t more enlightened because you ship, what YOU call, a good ship while the others ship, once again, what YOU call, a bad ship. Get over yourself it’s just shipping.

Anyway Shiro ships are great and are ones of the purest and fluffiest ships there are.


I’ve been in living hell for the past 3 days so I forgot to do mistletoe but now here it is. 

anonymous asked:

Apparently Rowling was gonna have Draco and Hermione end up being together at the end of the series as like a plot twist and that she helped Draco through the years but apparently they thought it was too big if a plot twist so Rowling never did it and I'm sad at what could have been. I read a fanfiction similar to that and I really loved it


I love Draco and Hermione together they’re like my Harry Potter OTP. I so don’t think Ron and Hermione together I just don’t think they suit each other well.

But I adore Draco and Hermione. I feel (this is all in my shipper mind) that Draco allows for Hermione to nerd out and be more comfortable in her own snark and Slytherin traits. And Hermione allows for Draco to grow more as a person, he’s so flat as the cannon character. But Hermione helps him realise that what his parents taught him wasn’t necessarily true, she allows for his own intelligence and cleverness to come through.

I just think they balance each other a bit more and Draco has the personality and intelligence that matches Hermione’s to the extent that they might argue and bicker a lot but it’s not the fighting I feel Ron and Hermione would be doing constantly.


I kind of like that Dramione isn’t cannon, I feel like more people are willing to write fanfiction for parings that aren’t cannon. Also I like that there’s so much opportunity in fanfics because Draco and Hermione aren’t cannon, not that people wouldn’t write about them together if they were cannon.

But yeah my feelings aren’t quite sure what to do with this one. Tho that may be because it’s my last exam for the semester today.

anonymous asked:

*whipsers* im new in the voltron fandom and im really confused. who is Mothman?

Alrighty Anon, so this is a question I see asked/reflected in a LOT of the tags whenever I post Meithman, and as a result, I’ve actually been meaning to make a post to explain it as best I can for those folks! SO I GUESS THIS IS A GREAT OPPORTUNITY TO ACTUALLY DO IT!

The “who” is just as important, however, as the “why,” and to be frank, the “why” isn’t super clear to me, and when I go digging deeper, I feel like Tumblr isn’t actually showing all the results when I search for the truth! (CONSPIRACY!)  So my information is a) not 100% certain, and b) I can’t back it up to give credit where credit is due to whoever made the first, shall we say, “connections” in building this piece of fandom lore, such as it is. I’d love to know as much as anyone!

AN ILLUSTRATED GUIDE, no longer with deep-digging stripes required, by semi-popular demand!

So first off, is the answer to your ACTUAL question: WHO IS MOTHMAN?

Essentially, Mothman can perhaps best be summed up as an urban legend/cryptid with no actual canon connection to the Voltron show. That’s right, you’re not crazy, you didn’t miss something glaringly obvious! (OR DID YOU.)

[An artist’s interpretation.]

From the Wikipedia article on Mothman, “In West Virginia folklore, the Mothman is a legendary creature reportedly seen in the Point Pleasant area from November 12, 1966, to December 15, 1967. The first newspaper report was published in the Point Pleasant Register dated November 16, 1966, titled “Couples See Man-Sized Bird … Creature … Something”. The national press soon picked up the reports and helped spread the story across the country.“

[What a fantastic headline!]

There were various Mothman sightings back around ‘66-’67 or so, etc, etc, and while many of those sightings are suspected of being hoaxes or misattributions of perfectly normal phenomena (as well as tricksters), the sightings were also sometimes said to precede catastrophic events, etc., leading to the additional conspiracy theory of the of a prophetic element, popularized in John A. Keel’s 1975 book, “The Mothman Prophecies,” made into a movie in 2002. (One such “linked” disaster being the collapse of the Silver Bridge, which included the very real, very tragic loss of many lives.) IIRC some conspiracy theory-type TV shows postulated that Mothman kind of “came” to the town and revealed itself as something of a warning that something bad was about to happen, while others believed Mothman somehow caused the disasters. (Ah, good old conspiracy theory TV…)

Now, with all this unrelated-to-Voltron stuff in mind, the next logical question you might be asking would, of course, be: WHY MOTHMAN?

And it’s a great one! And I’ll be honest, I probably know about as well as you do - my own assumptions are merely that: assumptions. Like most people, I saw the art/tags/head-canons and went, “…What…?” I kind of pieced together what I assume is the reasoning for how it came to be on my own - so my explanation could be spot on, or it could be way off - but I’ve seen similar opinions reflected elsewhere, so I’m fairly confident that my best guess is at least somewhat relevant to why this all came together.

[Keith reveals his chef d’oeuvre at Gallery Desert Shack, June 10th, 2016.]

Honestly, it largely comes down to Keith’s S1E1 living situation and preoccupations. Living alone in a shack in the desert, tracking conspiracies on a cork board, linked together with COLOURED FLIPPIN’ YARN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! (And tied in weensy bows! uwu)

So, from there, if you narrow down conspiracy theorist!Keith a bit and you come to him searching, specifically, for the Blue Lion, which, on its own, basically sounds like a cryptid (cryptids, of course, being creatures who cannot be/have not been proven or disproven by science. Well-known examples include the Loch Ness Monster, Sasquatch, Yeti, etc.).  After all, a blue lion sounds about as likely as Bigfoot, right?

[Collective groan]

Conspiracy theorist!Keith, not too surprisingly, is often paired with conspiracy theorist!Pidge, who similarly was preoccupied with the conviction that there were aliens puttering about, having a good old chin-wag about something called Voltron, and that said aliens were, in some way, possibly connected to the disappearance of the Kerberos crew, etc.

So. Conspiracy Theorist!Keith begets General Cryptid-Seeking!Keith. You follow?

(Somewhat unrelated, but while you’re here - along a similar vein, Lance, whilst skeptical of all of this, latches on later to the idea that the Castle-Ship is haunted, which, when you float them all together, makes for a really fun paranormal investigation team AU! I like to think Hunk would be really into gemology, Allura would have some possible psychic ability, and Coran would be in charge of setting up the technical experiments & baseline tests,  while Shiro would be the resident skeptic with a dark past/experience he refuses to admit was real. GOOD TIMES! But nobody asked about my random AU head-canons…)


So then, why exactly did anyone arrive at focusing on Mothman specifically? I’m… not really sure. D: It’s something I’d lovet to know; I’ve tried to look into it, but, as I said, Tumblr doesn’t want me to know. Maybe because Mothman toes the line between being considered a cryptid and an alien? (There are UFO theories as well as cryptid theories regarding Mothy.) Idk.  I’m pretty sure someone (I don’t know who, I’d source if I knew for certain) just kind of latched onto cryptid-seeking Keith, it evolved specifically towards a fascination with Mothman in particular, and then before you know it, other people followed suit, and then there were posts and art about Mothman’s fantastic abs, and it escalated. (Or maybe it didn’t really escalate. I don’t actually see a lot of Meithman content these days… What a loss…)

There is this line: “It’s like something… some energy was telling me to search. […] Each [carving] tells a slightly different story about a blue lion… but they all share clues, leading to some event, some arrival happening last night.”

This could be a reason as to why Mothman might have been the cryptid of focus - the prophecy connection. But I feel like this is perhaps grasping…? It could have been that someone just kinda said, “Mothman,” and it stuck. (Or, as with the Meithman valentine I posted the other day, MAYBE IT’S A MOTH-TO-A-FLAME ATTRACTION JOKE? A+ if so. If not, I feel blessed anyway. What a perfect OTP.)

I also like to think this lil’ carving of Voltron’s silhouette could be said to vaaaaguely resemble Mothman. At least in so far as it also does not really resemble Voltron either. Let’s be real though; it could also be a very distinguished looking Kaltenecker.

Anyway, fast-forward a bit through the random conception of this, and Keith pining for Mothman is suddenly a… thing… understood and accepted (well, accepted, anyway) by a large segment of the fandom, VERY MUCH NOT UNDERSTOOD by another segment, and for other people, whichever side of it they’re on, it just confuses them anyway. The fandom, therefore, is suddenly left with the pairing that, by and large, seems to be colloquially accepted as “Meithman” (though I have also seen “Meith,” “Keithman,” and “help how tf do I tag this?”).


I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, so thanks for asking, Anon! I hope this has been enlightening and entertaining, if not precisely helpful!