this is a little late but you know

Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2325 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,

                                                                                                                      Y/N.


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“Lexi!”

“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.


You tapped your feet nervously on the floor, grasping the fine tissue of your dress and looking from side to side. Normally you would not feel like this whenever you had to be alone, which, by the way, you were because your so called best friend decided she needed to dance with a random guy; however, there was something about this place that made you unsure, although you could not quite place it just yet.

The martini glass you ordered was lying lazily on the table, but, long ago, you realised that alcohol was not what you were craving. Matter fact, you did not even wanted that, it was only to keep the appearances. One thing did manage to capture your attention, though. A tall dark guy who gave you the eye all night long. Heck, he smelt delicious.

It’s settled then, you thought, licking your lips and smiling at him. A shy wave followed your previous actions. That was clearly an invitation for him to come closer and he took your lure, walking towards you rather fast.

“Good evening, Mrs…?”

“Salvatore, Y/N Salvatore.”

“Lovely name.” The guy whispered, taking your hand and kissing its back, while glancing at you with lustful eyes. “I’m Thomas.”

Leaning in, you stared deep into his eyes, it was time to make sure poor Tom would not let out peep. The compulsion was easy, since your diet consisted in human blood. That was so because, unlike your baby brother, you had an amazing control and only killed if it was strictly necessary.

“Uh, Thomas, what do you say we go outside to catch some fresh air? I’m feeling a bit claustrophobic here.”

“Of course.” He answered, offering you his arm and you accepted gladly. “I am sorry if I’m crossing some lines, but I just have to say you look beautiful tonight.”

“Oh, thanks, Tommy.”

You could not blame him for being completely numb under the effect of your presence. Although human’s inner self preservation instinct should repel the vampire allure, it did the exactly opposite, pushing them straight to their deaths.

The streets were a bit cold and the dark haired boy gave you his coat. A minor smile showed up and he bit his lower lip, his heart pounding fast against his chest.

“What brings you to New Orleans?” Thomas suddenly asked and you looked away, uncomfortable. “I’m sorry if I was rude… It’s just, you seem like you’re new around here and…”

Two of your delicates fingers were placed softly against his lips, shutting him off. Afterwards, you chuckled, finding it extremely funny how confused he looked.

“We don’t have to talk about this.” It was barely a whisper, your hands slowly descending to his neck, making it all so sensual. “Do we?”

“No.” His lips were quivering in anticipation. “C-Can I… Urgh…”

Observing him meticulously, you raised a brown and clamped your lower lip between your teeth. They all seemed so alike, always stuttering and looking naive… It was what made the hunt so interesting: seeing how far they would resist to the trap’s temptation.

“Oh, Thomas…” The boy suddenly was caged against the brick wall. “I know you want to kiss me.”

“I do.”

You pursed your lips, slipping a nail on the tender skin of his neck. It was noticeable how fast his heart was beating and the adrenaline scent was driving you crazy. Too good for you to wait any longer to taste it.

The man did not scream when you jumped on his body, caving to your desire and ripping his flesh. A loud moan escaped whilst you tasted the sweet liquid leaking from his carotid, entirely fulfilling your needs.

“I don’t know what looks more delicious, love, you or the drinking you’re having.” A male strong voice said, snapping you out of your frenzy. “I guess I’d have to savour you first to know for sure.”

Even though Thomas’ hands were still gripping the back of your thighs, keeping you two close together, it was not quite this proximity that made your body, especially in the middle of your legs, warm up. You swallowed a groan and got back to your own feet, finally staring at the handsome blond who was talking to you.

“May I know who are you?”

“I’m slightly touched that you don’t know it yet.” He took your hand taking it to his silk pink lips. “I’m Klaus Mikaelson.”

You frowned, stumped, upon hearing that name and the man chuckled, his eyes still burning your bare skin. The oldest vampire in existence was flirting with you and the only sane thought in your mind was that you would never doubt Lexi’s word again. He was definitely astonishing.

“Y/N Salvatore.”

“Are you related to Stefan Salvatore?” Mikaelson asked, intrigued.

"Do you know my brother?”

“Ah, siblings… I do know him. Quite friend of mine.” His thick British accent made your panties grew wetter and you had to chew your lips to avoid an unwanted moan. “Oh, love, but I don’t wish to speak about him.”

“Then what do you with me?”

“Well, your scent draw me here.” Klaus was incredibly close, his hands carelessly touching the drapes on your dress. “So fucking good I had to check its owner out.”

He kissed your jawline, slowly descending to your neck, his nose touched you and made you shudder out of pleasure. You let your head fall back, noticing the guy you had been feeding on was gone, but, when Mikaelson’s warm tongue was pressed against your skin, he was soon forgotten.

“This is crazy.” You muttered, panting lightly. “I don’t even know you.”

“Does it matters?”

He retorted, buckling his bulge against your throbbing core and stealing a mewl from you.

“No. It doesn’t.” You stated quickly, clutching his hair, as Klaus examined your minimum movements.

“Then what you say we get out here?”

The whole scene was so hot that it swallowed you, not allowing you to notice when another person joined in the quiet hidden place you two were, totally interrupting and breaking the moment.

“Rebekah sent me to find you… Y/N?” It was Stefan’s voice that made you regain your consciousness. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m the one who should be asking the questions.”

“I told you and Damon to leave me alone.” Your brother rolled his eyes, crossing arms. “I’m fine.”

“Stefan, you don’t fool me.” Despite the anger you feel towards his emotionless actions, your voice came out tender. “I watched you grew up and I understand why…”

“Get this into your head: I don’t care.” His voice tone showed his annoyance.

“Come with me, please. Otherwise I’ll have to…”

“Just leave me alone, Y/N.” He shrugged, huffing, and stared at the blond behind you. "Rebekah wanted me to find you, now that I did, excuse me, I sort of have a girl awaiting for me.”

"Stefan!”

Yet, before you were able to follow him and give him a piece of your mind, Klaus snatched your wrist, forbidding you to do so, which made you even more mad. For a split second you wondered if Klaus’ true intentions were to spoil the first time you saw your brother after almost a year and crush your expectations on ever turning on his humanity switch. Anger bubbled across your form and you roughly freed yourself from his grasp.  

“That’s why you came here?” You yelled. “To mess up my plans?”

“Be careful with your tone, sweetheart.” Klaus snarled. “Don’t forget who I am.”

“Answer me!” Your eyes were narrowed, while your hands were splayed on his chest. “Come on!”

“No.” He shouted. “I didn’t know you were his sister until you told me. And I’m honestly not interested in more family drama.”

Right that second you desperately wanted to find somebody else to blame for your constant failure at keep your family balanced. Once you admitted defeat, tears began to pour and you just fall on the ground, not bothering about tearing your dress or if you were not alone. It was something you could not hold inside any more.

The Mikaelson sighed, kneeling in front of you and raising your chin, exposing you to a deep blue eyed stare, it was like facing a wide ocean. Your breathing was still uneven and it only grew worse when he, carefully, stroke your cheeks, wiping the stupid teardrops which kept streaming down your face like someone had turned the faucet in your eyes on.

“I am sorry I look so pathetic…” It was sincere apology, Klaus was an unknown person who did not need to be in the middle of this. “You can leave me here if you want, I’ll be fine.”

"Okay, I don’t normally do this, but you clearly need it.”

“What?”

He wrapped your waist with his arms and helped you stand up, a little exhausted. Almost as if someone injected vervain directly on your veins.

“I’m going to take you on date.” A gorgeous smile curved his lips, enlightening his entire face. “I almost made you my own, it’s only fair. And it’ll help to forget all that drama.”

"One night with the mighty Mikaelson?” You looked up, scratching your neck and pretended you were thinking about it. “What the heck, I don’t have anything to lose, anyway.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure you will come back for more.”

“Drop the smug act.”

“Quit being a cry baby.”

As both of you laughed, walking away from that dark spot, you though you had never met someone as intense as Klaus Mikaelson. It was definitely going to be an unforgettable night and, fuck, Lexi should set her ears ready to rear every single detail, because you were sure it was going to wild. Also, if you were a little bit lucky, it would be quite naughty as well.  

emocosplayerpro  asked:

I know it's a stretch.. but I've had it in my mind for ages now and I just got it in my head to ask if it was something you could doodle. I had a thought of Nygma getting a little psycho on Zsasz, leaving him tied up and bloodied in the basement until Oswald finds him and takes pity. Not sure if that's okay or not.. it's just been bugging me lately.

something like this? °u°

Stolen - FE Heroes Fanfic (Kiran/Alfonse)

I got to thinking about Kiran and Alfonse being from separate worlds, and then this came about. Basically, I thought about what would happen if Kiran went back to his regular world and then couldn’t return to Askr. 

Normally I post anything longer than 1,000 words on AO3 (and this is 1200 words) - let me know if you want me to put it up there, as well. Please excuse any typos - I haven’t been good at catching them in my own writing lately. 


Kiran’s hand runs along Alfonse’s forehead, sweeping his blue hair across. The prince’s head is a comfortable weight against his thighs. From beneath his hood, Kiran studies the blue eyelashes pressed against pale skin. Alfonse is looking a little more gaunt than he did the last time. His forehead is cool beneath the hair, and for an instant fear grips Kiran’s chest tight in a familiar ache. How much time is left? Kiran forces a smile, even though Alfonse isn’t looking at him, and shifts the hair back across the other way.

Kiran glances down the couch, taking in the sight, committing it to memory. Their hands are twined together on Alfonse’s chest, which rises and falls, cool through the fabric. Alfonse is wearing a loose cotton shirt and pants borrowed from Kiran’s closet. It looks strange, but yet completely normal. If Kiran wanted to pretend, he could imagine that Alfonse will wear this all the time. He’s already grown more familiar with the un-protective garments. 

Through the windows one can hear the sounds of children playing in the street below, if one wants to. Kiran doesn’t want to. He ignores the low drone of the airplane in the sky and the shouts and squeals. Instead he listens to Alfonse’s breathing as if it’s the most important sound in the world, and tries to determine if he’s asleep, or still awake. 

Just as Kiran thinks the prince is on the edge of sleep, the cell phone beside him vibrates. It buzzes through Kiran’s body, fracturing what little pieces remain of his heart into a single, all-encompassing question. 

Always the question, when the alarm goes off - how much time is left? 

Alfonse stirs as Kiran reaches out and slaps the alarm into silence. The prince blinks and focuses, and then slides up onto his elbows, a soft, secret smile darting across his mouth. 

Kiran feels his cheeks heat up at the expression - he still can’t get used to seeing that look directed at him. The prince rises up into the cowl of his hood and presses a soft, cool kiss to his mouth, and Kiran’s blush deepens. His fingers go to the gold-dipped hairs near Alfonse’s jaw, and he melts into Alfonse’s mouth like there will never be enough time for them. 

It wasn’t always like this between them, but Kiran can’t place the exact moment he realized he was in love with him, and that the prince’s feelings were reciprocal. It just became reality, just as that fateful day Kiran had been in the middle of his math class, listening to his professor drone on about theorems and the existence of an imaginary number, and between one drowsy blink and the next he found himself tossed into a new world, familiar and yet completely foreign. 

“Were you watching me sleep?” Alfonse asks in that gentle voice that is only for Kiran. His hand snakes up into the cloak, cold fingers running along Kiran’s warm neck, eliciting a shiver. 

“Were you sleeping?" 

"No, just enjoying the cuddling." 

Kiran makes a face and gestures like he’s going to shove him off the couch. He could never actually do it, but Alfonse laughs anyway, and sits up. He slides against Kiran, bicep to bicep, hip to hip, hand to hand. Alfonse never talks about the events in Askr, since Kiran left, but Kiran can see the signs in his tired body.

Alfonse’s eyes go dark, hooded as he tries to disguise the pain from Kiran. "It’s nearly time,” he whispers. 

Kiran’s fingers go to the strings which will pull the hood closed around him. It’s so selfish, but he can’t keep the word from escaping from his lips. “No.”

They get nine hours from the moment Alfonse appears. Nine hours and a few precious minutes. It hurts Alfonse less if he goes right away, when the alarm goes off. But as much as Kiran hates to see him in pain, he’s desperate for a few more minutes. Especially this time. 

Alfonse takes hold of his hand and presses it to his chest. Through the shirt he feels Alfonse’s heart beating, slower and slower, and yet the seconds seem to be ticking away within the ribcage, faster and faster. 

“This is yours,” Alfonse says, in that old-fashioned way that is completely genuine. Nobody says it like that in the “real world”, but Kiran loves it. 

He pulls Alfonse to him, and the hood shifts off his head and flops to his shoulders. Kiran presses their chests together, hooking his chin over Alfonse’s shoulder and hanging onto him. How much time is left? he thinks, and then dashes the words from his mind. “You should go,” he says instead, strangled. 

“If I could stay, I would,” Alfonse says, cool cheek pressed against Kiran’s. “You know I’m working on a way, back in Askr." 

The country name sends a fresh wave of cold through both of them. It is Alfonse’s attachment to that country that draws him from Kiran, the cursed link between the prince’s blood and his homeland. Even the fact that Alfonse’s heart belongs to Kiran cannot keep him here, nor can it return Kiran to Askr. 

Kiran swallows, and Alfonse’s arms are tight around him, one finger digging into his spine, but he doesn’t mind. "Come back to me,” he says, like always. 

“I will.”

They sit in silence, and then Alfonse lets out a little pained noise, shoulders curving inward protectively as if struck by a savage blow. Kiran knows what that looks like. He’s seen Alfonse take mortal wounds again and again. 

Kiran pulls back, and stares right into those blue, narrowed eyes. “You should go,” he says, even though his heart is breaking. “Go, and take Br… Briedablik with you.” His voice cracks. 

Alfonse shakes his head vehemently. They both know why he’s sent back here, again and again. The summoning weapon sits on the table beside the couch, glowing faintly. It doesn’t belong here - but it calls Alfonse to him, for nine hours at a time. 

“I love you,” Alfonse says, though his eyes are narrowed. 

“I love you,” Kiran echoes. And he does. He knows what Breidablik’s absence is doing to Askr, what it is doing to Alfonse. Breidablik belongs in Askr - like Kiran’s heart. The weapon will turn the tide against Embla. 

Alfonse leans in, and their lips touch. 

Their last kiss, although Alfonse doesn’t know it. 

“I’m ready,” he whispers against Kiran’s mouth. Then Alfonse stands, always graceful despite the pain. 

Kiran draws in a deep breath, bracing for what he’s about to do. His eyes feel puffy and hot but he won’t let tears blur the view. He takes in Alfonse, those bright, loving eyes, and presses this vision into his memory. 

With trembling fingers he picks up Breidablik. He caresses the weapon, steadying his heart, and then looks once more at Alfonse. 

“Goodbye, Alfonse,” Kiran says. “Please don’t hate me.” Then quick as a lightning spell, he reaches out to take Alfonse’s hand. He presses Breidablik into Alfonse’s dry palm and curls the prince’s fingers around the grip. 

“Kiran–!” Alfonse shouts, trying to withdraw. 

Kiran has the upper hand, the element of surprise. He turns Breidablik toward the prince’s chest and pulls the trigger. 

The last thing he sees before Alfonse and Breidablik disappear is the anguish in Alfonse’s eyes. 

His legs tremble, and he falls to the floor, all his strength leaving him in a rush. Alfonse will prosper, and take back his kingdom from Embla. 

It’s what Kiran should have done ages ago. It’s the right thing. 

He only had to sacrifice his heart to do it. 

When You’re Ready - Part 1

Genre: Angst, fluff coming in the future

Characters: Yixing x OC

Authors note at the end***

Originally posted by r-velvets

You roll your eyes, probably for the thousandth time this week. You pick up the flowers and start reading the note that Yixing had left on the kitchen counter before he left work. Just the usual, him saying he’s going to come home late again and reminding you how much he “loves” you.

At least he’s trying.

It’s been a little over a week since you and Yixing got married, not out of love, but force. The typical pattern of all business owners: arrange marriage in order to help succeed in their own company. You truly hated it, the whole idea of marrying someone you only got to know for a couple hours and the next day, you’re married.

You placed the flowers down and sighed. The past days have been a habitual pattern of the basic things a human does in their daily lives, Yixing trying to awkwardly show affection, and awkwardly initiate conversations. You did truly despise him, but has he ever done anything wrong to you? You couldn’t argue, he was trying awfully hard to make the relationship better in any terms, but you didn’t want to accept.

You trudge to the couch to binge watch TV but the buzzing of your phone stops you from watching your 10AM show, and the show that’s only on at THAT time. You groan and look at the caller ID, “Zhang Yixing”, again you roll your eyes and pick up. 

“Hey Y/n! How are you doing?” you mentally scoff, it’s only been an hour since he’s left the house, how desperately does he want to annoy you?

“I’m doing good.” There’s a dead silent pause, you didn’t ask how he was doing because, well, you don’t necessarily care. He breaks the awkward tension with clearing his throat.

“Um, well, great to know! Just so you know I won’t be home late tonight, so don’t stay up waiting, you need to get your sleep.”

“Why?” you ask in a cold tone. Is he having an affair? Your blood starts boiling; being the curious person you are, you wanted to test his abilities to lie.

“Just heading out with a few of my coworkers to drink,” he hesitates, “we also need to discuss a few problems we’ve been having with the company.”

You listen carefully to his tone and look back at the TV, your show is half way over and you want to at least watch some of it before it ends. You quickly cut him off and say,

“Okay. I have to go, see you tomorrow.” it’s not like you ever see him though, he’s at work day to night, and you don’t even see him before sleeping because he has “problems with work.”

“Y/n?” Yixing asks skeptically. You exhale and make a sound to acknowledge him that you’re still there.

You hear over the line Yixing taking a deep breath and trying to sound casual,

“I love you, and I mean it.”

Your heart starts beating at a mad rate, you purse your lips together and close your eyes as you feel the thump of your racing heart spread throughout your whole body and your stomach taking giant flips. He says it everyday, yet why does he have such great effect on you today? You listen to his breathing over the line, you hesitate if you should repeat those words back at him, but before you can,

He hangs up.

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I AM STARTING A SERIES. I HAVE DECIDED AFTER LIKE A WHOLE MONTH, EVEN THOUGH I SUCK, I AM STARTING A SERIES. I am sooooooo excited for this as much as I (kind of??) despise writing because of the lack of experience I have for it. I am still not taking requests, ONLY FOR REACTIONS, but maybe after I finish this series and I feel comfortable I will ;))

This was really hard for me to write, I can’t imagine anyone hating this precious baby, and I couldn’t imagine him hating a girl he was arranged to marry, the only way I could see him solve this was to be the sweetest person ever. 

Ps: I’m sorry to the person who requested this! It was like, more than a month ago and I said I’d post it two weeks ago but,,, I hope you still enjoy,, 

Don: “Don’t tell me … it’s a flat tire”!

Cosmo: “I can’t understand it. This car hasn’t given me a lick of trouble in nearly six hours!”😊

Kathy: “This man … he’s … he jumped into my car and … I don’t even know who he is!”

Policeman: “Oh … why, it’s Don Lockwood!

….. “You’re a lucky little lady. Anything wrong?”

Kathy: “Why … why, NO!”💕

🎶“Good mornin’, good mornin’ …

It’s great to stay up late … good mornin’, good mornin’ to you!”🌞

🎵“Gotta Dance!”

The Broadway Ballet🎵

🎶“Moses supposes his toeses are roses, but Moses supposes erroneously.

Moses he knowses his toeses aren’t roses as Moses supposes his toeses to be!”🎶


🎬Original lobby cards  - “Singin’ In The Rain”, 1952 

☔starring Gene Kelly, Donald O’Connor, Debbie Reynolds and Cyd Charisse (and many more, of course!)


From my collection

anonymous asked:

man your art is improving at such an incredible rate!! i'm both in awe and a little jealous, hehe. *thumbs up*

AHHH super late reply but THANK YOU!!! it feels good to know that you can notice the improvement ^^

( thanks to everyone else sending nice art compliments too<3 )

anonymous asked:

hi! this may be a silly question >.< but how do you put links in your bio? :o love your blog btw! your edits are amaTing! 💕

thank you!! this is like the only little bit of html that i know BUT basically you do this:  <a href=“paste your link here”>what you want your link to say</a>   and then fill in the bolded parts with what you need to put and then paste it into your description area:

 and ta da! youve got yourself a link in your tumblr description! sorry if this was answered kinda late!

You know what I hate… I hate waiting over 15 minutes for a doctor’s appointment. If my appointment is at 2pm… why am I still waiting at 2:30pm? Then got the nerve the charge “no-show” or cancelled appointment fees. I feel like… if your office is running late… shouldn’t be any damn fees.

I’m a little pissed.

thing-you-do-with-that-thing  asked:

I have decided to take a round and tell my favourite people why I love them - congrates you made the cut. I miss you Arie. We need to talk more. Life has been busy for me and I see it has not been easy for you. I suck and I haven't reached out. Just know that you are so very important to me and I love you dearly. We see the world very much the same way and it is amazing to have someone like that in your life. I am gonna sneak attack you with Jensen/Dean gifs soon and/or blow up you IM I promise!

Originally posted by spoop

I have missed you. I know life gets busy. I’ve actually been missing a lot of my girls. Everything seems a little crazy and out of sorts lately around the Tumblrverse. 

I’m ready for it to get back to normal. 

And you don’t suck, OKay?

Originally posted by samhyland

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Have a very drarry Christmas!

(i know it’s past i’m sorry) but this one’s for ya’ll! Thank you so much for everything, these past months have been so much fun ヾ(♡ ³♡)ノ Especially @avoidakedavra for being the sweetest and most supportive person ever

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Did you know? If you catch a falling maple leaf, you’ll fall in love with the person you’re walking with.

Aaahhh, finally finished it…

So Yurio is ditching a ballet class with Yakov (why’s he doing that? we’ll never know), and Otabek, who was late for his class, sees the little run-away. 

I’d very much like to do a mini doujinshi of this scene, but I’ll be back to uni on Monday (therefore, I’ll say goodbye to freedom). BUT! I won’t give up on the idea (because I also have got the story in my mind already).

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN for all of your wonderful support! It warmed my heart during these very cold days (it’s snowing in Sicily, WTF).

So I ask her about love and she tells me about the bits of us that we give away. You’ll never get them back. When you’re this empty you’ll try anything to cover up the void. So I ask her about her favorite color and if it has anything to do with passion. We feel more pain than we’d care to mention– so we draw, paint and write just to have a little more self-expression. So I ask her if she hands away so much of herself, who is she by the time it’s all over? You don’t really know someone until they walk away. You don’t really love someone until it’s too late. You don’t know a damn thing until it’s all said and done. So I ask about her smile. Are you happy when we’re talking? Do you enjoy this as much as I do? So I ask if she does late afternoon runs to run from herself or to find something. Do you chase ghosts too? Inside those halls, you’re trapped in photographs. Inside that soul, you’ve burnt the whole house down. Inside that heart, you’re still looking for love. So I ask about us and if she sees hope. She points to the smile that they used to love. She points to the scars and sketches a constellation of promises on my skin. So I ask if she’s a sucker for love poems and honesty. So I ask if she’s ever been hurt before. What do you do when it’s just you? Does the anxiety rip you inside out? You can write until you’re all out of words. You can love until your heart is a grain of sand. You can be angry until your fist bruises the night. So I ask her about love and if it’s ever worth it. Do you really see us together? Isn’t it weird? Two strangers. Before meeting– you didn’t exist to one another. Now? You’re routine. Now? You choose to stay. I can ask if she really means it all. I can ask if she believes me. I’m always in my head picking myself apart. I’m always in my heart sorting out feelings. The complexity of something as simple as saying I love you to someone bothers everyone who stays up really fucking late. We all have a past that won’t sleep. We all have a present worth living. The future? I don’t know if it holds us, but I’m here until the last page.

7

late night texts to your bts boyfriend

hi guys i promise im not done with 317 yet i just couldnt fall asleep last night and wanted to take a little break to do a couple one-shots (just like old times). let me know if you enjoyed this cus then mayb ill open my requests for a little while too. love u guys. xo

Make you feel my love
  • Make you feel my love
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Play

Alright, I know you said that you don’t need a present but..I know that you’re still not sure if you really belong here and..with this little song, you’ll hopefully realize that you DO belong here, to us..to me..

Dean that’s not-

Just sit tight and listen Cas..relax..


I’m sorry for being so late but I couldn’t finish it sooner.. :< hope you still like it óuò and I wish you all a happy new year full of love and wonderful moments ❤ :) (and lots of destiel) ouo

Little Things // Boyfriend Taehyung ♥

- Always kissing you unexpectedly.

 Letting you put his hair in a ponytail because he looks hot asf with it.

- Being shy after being apart for so long.

- Always taking care of you.

- Stares, stares, and more stares. He’s always staring at you like you did something adorable. 

- Skyping you when he has free time which is always when you’re asleep.

 ♥  Tries to make you happy even when he’s sad.

- Doesn’t pay much attention when you talk to him at times. 

♥  Never stops talking about you to the members or to his parents.

- Struggling to wake his ass up

♥ Hates getting into arguements with you because he starts to hate himself when you’re mad or sad.

- Cheap dates which are the best dates (video game night, movie night, cooking at home, or walking outside).

♥ Tries to cook a fine dinner for you.

- A lot of annoying/childish teasing.

♥ Public affection! Making out // Holding hands // I love you’s // Him trying to touch under your clothing depending on where you two are. 

- Gets aroused by the smallest things.

-  Tries to fight sleep but ends up falling asleep on you anyways due to his schedule ( he would always warn you though).

- Sending random photos to you like this. It gets weirder each day. 

- Always wanting to cuddle and playfully pout if you don’t want to.

♥ Talks about all the kids he wants to have in the future.

♥  Playful sex // Rough sex // Always wanting to eat you out // Rough fingering // Sex on the counch // Sex on the kitchen table // Sex in the shower // Hickies (he would love them).

-asshole

Courage

Requested ages ago by @grace-for-sale​. Hope you like it!

Summary: AU in which Dean and Cas are both high school teachers. Dean has a crush, but no courage to do anything about it.

Word Count: 1600ish

Warnings: None. I wrote something without smut. What??


“You’re late, Mr. Winchester.”

“The bell was literally ringing as you said that, Lydia,” Dean smiles. “I think we can all let it slide.”

Lydia smiles back and starts sharpening her pencil in the sharpener by the door, where she’s clearly been waiting for him. “I can let it slide,” she agrees, “since you were just out there talking to Mr. Novak.”

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Crossember Challenge Day 3 - UNDERSWAP

As many of us already know (and it has already been confirmed) the next AU we will see in Underverse is Underswap. What do you expect to happen in 0.3?

I know I’m a few days late, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and I had to make this. My guess is that Cross’ll use Papyrus against Sans. And since Underswap Paps uses orange magic (I think that’s canon?) and you have to keep moving to avoid damage, I just fell in love with the though of poor Sans having to run for his life…waiting for a chance to attack ;)

Challenge by @byutak, Underverse and Cross by @jakei95, Underswap by @popcornpr1nce

Here’s a still so you can see Cross and Paps in the back:

Gonna start 2017 with a bang. :^) So here’s my late festive pricefield that was.. supposedtobedoneonthe25thofDecemberyobutitdidn’tbecauseprocrastinationandlaziness Ha!. Better late than never, right?

This idea was supposed to be a WayHaught crossover (you know, Officer Price and Demon expert Max ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), but I’m still feeling a little festive so why not.

Special thanks to my bear mum @corkadorkey for being an osm mum c^: