this picture gives me so many feels

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love is love is love // 6.14.16

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Our hope, our angel. Our J-Hope.

This sun trapped inside a human body, is beautiful. I don’t get it when people think he’s ugly or untalented. I mean, are you blind!? Have you seen his smile!? Have you seen him dance!? Have you heard him rap or sing!? Like goodness. He can be an angel when he smiles but when he dance or raps, he’s a whole different person. How he follows the choreography perfectly and puts in every energy in his body on every performance gives me life.

I want him to be appreciated by just his presence. I want him to be loved by the other ARMYs as they love jungkook or taehyung. Because i don’t want this piece of sunshine to be sad, i love him too much to see him like that. I want ARMYs to watch his (V)lives or hostings without asking for other members. He’s important like every other member. I want him to see that we love him so much. And we appreciate every thing he does. 

I love this angel so much, i can’t afford him to be sad. It makes me sad aswell. How can people not love him!? He is so beautiful, inside and out. And i can’t believe people hate on him. How!? I mean, he’s gorgeous. Has the most amazing smile. Has ethereal looks. Has the most beautiful and funny personality. And talented person ever!

I want him to feel the love that i give him everyday of my life. Sometimes, i just look at a picture of him and i just smile without noticing. He has done so many thing for us, that sometimes people don’t see. I am so thankful that i am living with the same era as him. I don’t want him to recieve hate, because he doesn’t deserve it. He deserves love, respect and appreciation. Not hate and disrespectfulness.

Appreciate him, Love him, and ofcourse. Respect him.

사랑해, 생일 축하해 정호석.

underrated queer culture things that i love:

- commenting on friends selfies like “i am so GAY i have never been gayer in my LIFE”

- alternatively commenting on friends selfies like “i am straight u have turned me straight this picture made me heterosexual”

- phrases starting with “when i was a heterosexual,” to refer to any time before u realised ur gayness

- are u an X gay or a Y gay?

- saying “that’s homophobic” whenever u don’t get ur way

- moodboards. we make so many moodboards for shit like “potato girlfriends” let’s never stop making them

- having token straight friends in group chats. how does this happen why is there always just one (1) token straight

- “what are u, straight?”

- no character that is loved is ever straight or cis give me nine million bi or pan trans headcanons for them

feel free to add more

my friend was upset tonight so naturally I decided to spam them with pictures of fish costumes and honestly I had a ball

so I’m gonna share them with you now. Get ready for a wild ride.

let’s start simple

real simple

“haha see I have fins! haha help me

lots of nemos going around

some of them more terrifying than others

it’s like he’s wearing horse blinders I’m

okay well this one has the colours I guess

are you serious

how many sexy fish costumes could there possibly - 

okay but surely - 

are you serious WE ALL KNOW YOU DIDN’T NEED TO GIVE THE JELLYFISH EYES

not sure how the fuck we’re supposed to feel about this one

BUT HEY WHILE WE’RE GETTING FREAKY

someone save him

give em the ol razzle dazzle

this is why NASA won’t explore the ocean

like what is this A DEMENTOR FISH?? IT EATS SOULS BUT ALSO FISH FLAKES???

alright let’s get back to some friendlier content

we agreed this one would be me

this guy’s just happy to be invited to the party

this one’s kinkshaming you

this one is very possibly my favourite

and these guys are the grand finale because I have so many questions?? But I don’t want a single one answered look at this. Fish on segways. Amazing.

Okay thank you for your time.

I can’t believe i am close to the 1300followers, you guys make me feel loved, you guys make me happy and even tear up(of happiness) . I  can’t thank you all enough for everything you guys have done for me. I love you all so much that i can’t describe it. Stay Amazing ya all and if you ever need someone. Hit me up<3 I even wanna thank the cute messages that i’ve gottebn from anonymous people <3

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@gadotofrph You are my cat buddy forever i love you so so so so much. there is no moment we won’t spam each other with cute cat pictures. it makes me happy

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@eternalroleplay  you are such a cutie i’m so happy that we started talking. You’ve got a new friend in mei’ll always be there for you keep doing what you do and you will be loved

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Mama Aelin

Aelin is definitely pregnant in the iron coffin. Definitely. Here are my reasons why:

-she isn’t taking a tonic because it can be extremely hard for Fae to have offspring

-they have sex A LOT without the tonic

-and technically Aelin is still mortal (hasn’t Settled yet) so wouldn’t that mean she’s still human-like fertile (kind of confused about that)

-okay but Maeve said that Rowaelin’s children would’ve been so much more powerful…yeah thank you for mentioning that…because I feel like it and the tonic wouldn’t have been mentioned if pregnant!Aelin wasn’t happening

-What happened to Lydia and the baby. I feel like it would’ve been bad enough if it was just Lydia who died. It would’ve hurt Rowan bad enough for the plot to be okay…but the baby too. I feel like that was added because Aelin is pregnant and this time he’s going to save his mate and his baby. (I pictured that being much more eloquently worded)

-SJM has given us so many different types of strong men and women. Abused. Raped. Enslaved. Tortured. Trapped. Everything. But we’ve never had a strong, pregnant woman. I feel like we’re about to get one.

So comment on…things I guess. Give me your ideas about why you think she’s pregnant or why you don’t think she’s pregnant

#51 Milkshake and Concert Tickets (Harry Styles)

Summary: The one where Y/N makes killer milkshakes, and Harry is a little sad.

Snippet: “You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?

“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.

“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.

“It’s extra calories.”

“You’ll burn em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.

“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.

“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.

“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.

“What is that book about?” I asked.

“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.

“Of how great it was?” I laughed.

“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.

—-

“Harry, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what happened to me. It just..happened. And, I’m so so ashamed of myself.” This is how I was still awake at 4 AM. I’m confused if it was an involuntary decision of accepting to meet her in a coffee shop after midnight or there was something left between us.

“Please say something, Harry!” I tried to get myself incognito. I figured the black hoodie and the track pants hid me and my emotion burning inside pretty well in the mirror. “I know you’re mad at me. I know you hate me right now. But,” I wanted to hit her. I wanted to take her to the top floor and push her from there. She did the same to my heart. “It wasn’t technically even cheating, Harry,”

“How many types of cheating are there? You had your tongue pretty much down his throat, his hands on your bare ass, both naked. That pretty much is cheating.” I tried controlling my tears. Crying wasn’t good, crying made you look weak. It didn’t matter if you thought that maybe crying was relieving, refreshing, the world saw it as weak. She saw it as weak.

“We weren’t even together, Harry!” Fuck. Of course. Because I didn’t ask if she’d be mine officially. All the dates, messages, late nights, kisses, fuck.

“Why are we having this discussion then?” I asked. Before she could say anything else, “Just go.” She is leaving. Last chance. Should I? Would I want to stop her? …No.

This is the fourth one, Harry. The last one had a problem with the term girlfriend, the one before that with fame, the one before that found me too available. Shit, shouldn’t bang my head on the table. It hurts now.

“You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?

“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.

“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.

“It’s extra calories.”

“You’ll burn ‘em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.

“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.

“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.

“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.

“What is that book about?” I asked.

“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.

“Of how great it was?” I laughed.

“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.

With half my drink down, “Can I ask you something?” She looked around wondering if there was anyone else she was talking to.

“Sure,” She closed her book.

“Why are you working so late at night? It’s not exactly very safe.”

“Before you get any ideas, I will warn you that I’m a black belt, and I can slap real hard.” She said with a straight face and then giggled. I took a deep breath, smiling a bit. Could she see, under my hoodie? “Well, I was free this month because my UNI gives time off for writing my dissertation. So, I took the night shift and changed my sleeping schedule.”

“A lot of trouble for a night shift?” I questioned.

“It pays more, and I needed the money,” She smiled.

“Paying for the UNI?” I asked. I was seriously blessed.

“Umm no,” She shook her head. “Parents got that covered. It’s for my own interests.”

I smiled, taking my hoodie off, watching if her smile changed. It didn’t, “Tell me more,” She laughed.

“Well, you see there is a concert this month, and this girl at school, she can’t go, and she is selling her ticket. I want to buy it. But, I just feel too guilty asking my parents to pay £150 for a concert ticket so, I plan to use my daily pocket money and then, cover up my daily expenses from this job. I will actually come out with more money in the end so, it isn’t a bad deal.” She said, the last thinking more to herself.

“The concert is that important?”

“It’s my dream! I’ve waited seven years to see him perform live. In person live, cause Media just doesn’t do it. It’ll be my first big star concert as well. Plus, he is a brilliant performer so, this late night is worth it.” She looked at me with big eyes of excitement, “Do you want me to make you another one?”

I looked at the glass. A double extra lesson at the gym it is, “Yes, please. It is magic.”

“I told you.” She got working.

“So, when are you writing your dissertation?” I asked.

“I’m trying to in the afternoon and the evening. Unfortunately, London made me a morning person, but it’s all about habit. I have all my material set now, so I just have to get typing.” She kept talking while making the milkshake. It was 5 AM.

“Hello, could I get to Cappuccino’s to go, please.” A lady came in, and I put my hoodie back on.

“Of course, late night flight?” She asked.

“A little too late. My husband’s fanatic as well. Three hours before the flight is mania!” The woman laughed.

“Oh no,” The girl shook her head so, easily conversing with strangers. “I have an uncle who took us five hours before, and the flight got delayed. Your husband is an angel!”

“Five hours! What did you do?” She asked.

“Oh, we ate and talked. Do look for the sleeping benches. They’re located closer to the boarding area. We discovered ‘em too late. There you go, two Cappuccinos!” The lady gave her the money, and some extra tip in the jar.

“I will look for the sleeping chairs first!” the woman laughed.

“Have a safe flight!” The girl waved, so cheerful at 5 AM. “Your milkshake is almost ready! What were we talking about?”

“It’s your first concert?” I asked, shocked a bit.

“Oh yeah! You see, not technically cause, I have gone for the local bands before, but this one is the huge one. I always found the ticket money too obscene. Back home and, here as well. I just can’t give this one up.”

“It’s a dream,” I remembered as she placed the second glass in front of me.

“It is!” She went back to washing everything and keeping it in place while I devoured my shake. “It is like one of those things that you know is too expensive, but you just can’t let it go. Not that I couldn’t afford it,” She was talking a bit to herself too, “but, my parents are paying an obscene amount for College, and it is my post graduation, and then living in London isn’t cheap. And, it’s my obsession. I can’t waste their money on it. If it was my money, it was money well spent, but it isn’t. I’m hoping it’s worth it, at least. He is said to be an angel on stage.”

“Who is this person you’re talking about? Ed Sheeran, umm who else is performing -”

“What time is it?” she looked at the clock. “5:30, well my shift gets over at 6 so, if you want another shake, tell me now!”

“What do you put in this shake? It’s so calming.” I leaned my head back. My heartache seemed to just escape in this ecstasy.

“It works for me, as well! It’s the chocolate, I feel!” She laughed.

“Oh wait, let me pay up since, you’re finalising accounts,“I said, taking out my wallet and giving her a card. She didn’t say anything after she saw my name even. I hardly had such interactions these days.

“There you go,” She gave the card back.

“You know working at night isn’t so bad either. You get to know so many stories. Just yesterday, I had this old woman who came in with a picture of her husband. She ordered for two butterscotch ice creams and kept one for herself, and one in front of the picture. She told me that this was the only memory she had of him that she could remember. Late night butterscotch ice cream to make the memory a little clearer. Like wiping a foggy glass with every bite. I write stories, it’s what I want to do in future as well. You find something new every night.” She smiled, with a dreamy look on her face.

“I really hope that concert is the best night of your life,” I said. Finding a sudden calm to my heart as well.

“I hope too. He never disappoints. I hope it is as magical as that milkshake,” She said with a look of positive belief.

“I’m not late! I know I’m not late!” The door banged open, and we both turned to see an older woman coming in.

“You’re not! You still have five minutes!” The girl laughed.

“Oh thank god! And please sleep when you get home! And, quit the job at the studio! Or quit this one! I’m worried about you! When do you sleep, when do you study! It’s LSE, you can’t give them shit. And when do you eat!” The woman kept talking to herself as she went inside.

“You work two jobs?” I looked at her with wide eyes.

“Just this month, it’s an expensive ticket!” She shrugged smiling.

“You study at LSE?” I asked.

“Yep.” The woman came back, “I’ve set everything to go, so there is not much to do. The truck will arrive in a while so, you’ll have to restock.” She picked up her jacket and her bag. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?” She asked, again and I just shook my head. “Well, it was lovely meeting you!” She nodded and walked off.

“Hey!“I called out as she pulled the Cafe door. "You didn’t answer my question.” She frowned, tilting her head, “Who is the artist?”

“Oh, I just served two magical milkshakes to him. Lovely meeting you, Mr Styles!” She smiled and closed the door, behind her. I took a seat, just shocked.

“Y/N” Maria called me as I entered the shop for my night shift. I hope I didn’t screw anything up since my last work boss was cross with me today. “That guy you like, Harry Styles. He dropped this letter for you. Asked your name and everything. Two girls sitting here went absolutely crazy and then, I realised.

Shocked and a little ecstatic, I took the envelope from her hand. It was in his official paper and his handwriting!

Dear Y/N,

Attached behind are two concert tickets, front row to my show here in London.
I hope you have more magical nights in this city, just like that milkshake. I’ll take care of this one.

Thank you for ‘em,
Harry


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February 8th - Hanahaki Disease / Budo

[Hanahaki Disease explanation and Ayano´s picture] / [Oka’s picture (+Process)]/ [Pippi and Ryuto’s picture] / [Riku and Kokona’s picture] / [Kuu Dere’s picture] / [Osoro’s picture] / [Midori’s picture]

“The pain this love is giving me is more painful than 1000 punches to my body, but I will resist since it´s the proof of my true feelings…”

Because I´m ayando trash, obviously I needed to include Budo in the Hanahaki series right away, and as his sentence says, even when the disease is killing him, he sees it as a test of fate for determinate if he is worthy of Ayano´s love.

About the flowers…finding a flower for him was so hard, there were so many good options that only deciding one was a torture, and as you can see in the end I choose two:

For one side, there is the Orange Rose, which represents a fiery blaze that portrays passion and energy, but for the romantic side, express intense desire, pride and fervor, combined with a sense of fascination (What I personally think Budo feels towards Ayano). For the other side is the White Chrysanthemum, which symbolize fidelity, optimism, joy, long life and especially truth, making in the romantic side represent loyal love.

It’s hard making friends as an adult.

I find myself wanting to be friends with other women out in the wild but never being able to find the right words to ask them to hang out. Most of the time I don’t want it to be taken the wrong way. I find myself asking if they have an instagram or facebook, perfectly normal networking conversations. But I want more. I want to hang out with them, go to brunch, movies, text! It’s hard following through with that aspect of a friendship. I don’t want to just have someone that will like all my selfies, I want them with me in the picture too. 

I feel like a major nerd with this, lol. “Hi, can we be friends? Like… can we hang out this week and go see Kong?” It’s so hard! I wish I could just say that but i’m more terrified of rejection with friendship than I am with relationships. 

I just want so many women to be friends with me, I have so much love to give and I want to support all of you, please be my friends.

anonymous asked:

Jungkook smut w/ daddy kink pls hi it's me the thirsty ho u lov me you know who this is kek

to my smol child. here you are.

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, fingering, etc.


You love to tease him. Every time he leaves for a fan-meeting or a recording you’re always sure to text him and tease him. Usually your message includes a slightly naughty selfie and words of encouragement that contrast the picture–but that’s always what gets him.

And Jungkook hates being teased.

“Y/N,” Jungkook’s stern voice speaks, the door to your apartment shutting with a deafening click. Your breath hitches at his tone, eyes shifting towards your open bedroom door. You can hear him shuffling around, discarding his bag and coat, and know that he must’ve ditched the other guys and come straight here from the airport. 

You had sent him a pretty scandalous photo right before his boarding time…

Y/N,” Jungkook barks, his voice slicing through the silence, and despite his tone you find butterflies of anticipation fluttering in your stomach.

“Jungkook…?” you call innocently, trying to play it cool as you push yourself up on your mattress, flinging the book you’d been reading aside. Almost immediately overbearing footsteps start toward you, and you lick your lips with expectancy.

However, the last thing you expect is for Jungkook to storm into your room, dark eyes aflame with passion and his body already stripped of all his clothes. His toned body is bare for you to see–muscles flexing with every step he takes towards you.

“J-Jung–,” you start, gasping when he reaches forward and wraps his hand around your neck, fingers pressing into your skin. The lack of blood flow clouds your head instantly, and the feeling only adds to the heat pooling in your gut.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he whispers, growl bubbling up in his chest. 

Jungkook leans down and teasingly brushes his lips over yours, but doesn’t kiss you.

“Sending me all those photos–especially when I’m around the guys. Do you know how hard it was to fly for 4 hours straight after you’d sent me such a pretty photo of those tits of yours?” he says dangerously, using his grip on your neck to push you flat on the mattress.

You’re already putty beneath him, shivering when his free hand slips under your shirt and roams over your skin, goosebumps popping up in his wake. His touches are light and teasing, and you already know that this is his pay-back.

You’d teased him, and now he was going to tease you.

“Get up,” he demands suddenly. “Strip for me.”

Not wasting a second, you push yourself up and stand squarely in front of him, sure to keep your gazes connected as you pull your t-shirt over your head. Next comes your bra, and Jungkook’s eyes flit to your chest the minute the garment falls to the floor, eyes soaking in your supple skin and perfectly hardened nipples.

When you spot his pink tongue dart out to wet his lips, you’re only urged on, quickly slipping out of your pants, and kicking them away when they pool around your ankles.

“Stop,” he commands just as your fingers slip under the band of your underwear, and you pause, heart thrumming when he steps towards you.

With steady hands Jungkook reaches forward and slips your panties down, his eyes raking over your naked form, taking in every inch of revealed skin.

“Turn around,” he says, and you do. 

“Touch your toes.”

You blush, turning to stare at him in embarrassment, but the look he fixes you with is utterly serious.

Touch your toes.”

Y-Yes, daddy,” you stutter, not needing to be told again, and immediately fold yourself forward. From this angle you know he can see you clearly, and you gasp when his palm smacks against your ass. He massages the flesh and proceeds to slide his hand lower, two of his fingers dipping into your wet folds.

“Jungkook–ah, shit!” you curse when he pushes into you. The stretch feels amazing but with the angle you’re bent at the blood is rushing to your head, and your legs are starting to feel strained.

However, Jungkook has no sympathy even as your legs shake, fucking his fingers into you roughly.

“What did you call me?”

“D-Daddy, please!” you beg breathlessly, wincing as Jungkook presses you flatter to your legs, humming thoughtfully.

“You should stretch more,” he says, but lets you up. You breath a sigh of relief, muscles sore, but Jungkook doesn’t give you much time to recuperate. He shoves you forward onto the bed and immediately pries your legs apart, his two fingers slipping back inside of you.

You throw your head back at the feeling, a groan leaving your mouth as he pumps into you, his fingers becoming wet with your juices. 

“Did you miss me, baby?” he asks, leaning down to press light, teasing kisses against your breasts. “Is that why you sent me so many naughty pictures? Because you missed my cock–how I make you feel so good?”

Ooooh–yes, daddy,” you moaning, thighs shaking, and Jungkook bites his teeth around your nipple, fingers continue to slip in and out of you.

The heat in your gut is practically aflame now, and you whine under him, pressing your hips downward, causing him to fuck into your harder. Jungkook laughs quietly at the feeling, noticing how you’re biting your lips, need practically painted across your face.

“You want this, baby?” he says, his hand reaching down and leisurely pumping his cock a few times. You lick your lips hungrily at the sight, a groan ripping from your throat.

“Please, daddy, please.”

Do you really think you’ve been punished enough?” he muses, rolling on a condom nonetheless and teasing his tip between your folds. You gasp shakily at the feeling, need permeating your entire being. You can’t take his teasing anymore.

“I-I…daddy, I want you so bad! Please–”

“Shh, baby, I got you,” he says, tiny grunt slipping past his parted lips as he slides into you. When he bottoms out, completely filling your tight heat, you let out a guttural moan and toss your head back.

Fuck!”

Shit,” Jungkook echoes quietly, jaw tight as he grips your hips and slowly begins to roll his lower body. The sensual pace drives you mad, fingers scrambling for purchase in the sheets.

“Jungkook,” you nearly sob, writhing, and Jungkook takes pity. He snaps into you swifter, evoking a gasp from you lips, and picks up his pace.

With each brush of cock over your g-spot–you walls clenching around him with each demanding thrust–the coil in your gut tightens. 

“Shit, Y/N,” Jungkook is hissing soon enough, pants mixed with pleasure and effort leaving his lips.

“Jungkook!” you echo, voice hitching, and not a minute later does the heat in your gut snap–overflowing and traveling up your entire body as you come. Jungkook’s name leaves your lips in the midst of it all, your body arching and tightening deliciously around him, and the feeling drags him under as well.

Fuck!” he hisses, hunching over you and shivering as his orgasm racks his body. 

Once you’ve both returned from bliss, Jungkook slips out of you and leans down, capturing your lips for the first time that night. You happily, yet tiredly kiss him back, arms snaking up to loop around his neck.

“I missed you,” you admit tenderly, kissing him again, and Jungkook smiles.

“I missed you too, Y/N. But from now on stop sending me so many damn pictures. I can’t control myself that well…”

Giggling, you pulling him tighter and press and playful kiss against the tip of his nose. 

“But where’s the fun in that?”

Her Instinct - Chapter 13

Chapter 13 - A Broken Frame

*mature gifs ahead*

This chapter was inspired by the song Guys My Age by Hey Violet. Feel free to listen as you read, it’s a great song and really fitting to the character ;-)

Morning came even quicker than last time. I feel the warmth of his body against my back. It was so comforting, his lean arm draped over my body, connecting us.

I studied his forearm. His skin looked and felt so smooth, not oily or dry, but just healthy and clear. I outlined his arm, taking in the shape with my hands.

Remembering it.

Memorizing it.

I glided my fingers down to his hand, tracing his palm. His hands weren’t as soft and smooth as his harm. Callouses outlined his palms, either from working out or all that housework he must do. The memory of his cart full of household cleaning items came across my mind. Funny thing, Mr. Leto never talks about a gardening. It must be for the houses he sells.

My mind wandered back to his warm body pressed against my back. I lapsed back into the memories from last night of us wrapped in each other’s arms, inseparable.

I felt myself melt into his arms. A soft kiss on my neck broke my train of thought.

“Someone’s awake,” he said groggily. The huskiness in his voice sent chills down my spine and was literally, the sexiest thing to wake up too.

“Someone’s still sleepy, ” I retorted playfully as I turned to face him .

“For you, I’d be awake in a heart beat.” He said suggestively.

His voice paled in comparison with his looks. Yep, he was just as flawless as he was before. My eyes outlined his perfectly handsome features. I started with is eyes, then his cheek bones, his jaw , down to his neck and stopped at his clavicle. I decided to give my eyes a break and grazed my fingers against his shoulders and chest.

He stared back at me calmly as I touched him. I felt peaceful in the oddest way.

“I don’t want to leave. I could stay in bed with you all day.” I said out loud to myself.

“Don’t say that Kerri, or I’ll just might have to make that happen.” He tapped my nose with finger with his finger.

I laughed as I inched closer to him. He leaned in, kissing me tenderly. He proceeded to kiss down across my jaw tracing down to my shoulders.

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170222 Solar’s Diary

“Hello it’s Solar ^^
Today, I came here inevitably like this again ㅎㅎ

Today seemed like a memorable day especially to me. No matter how much I think about it, I feel very thankful for the birthday wishes from so many people. Very very thankful to our Moomoos ㅎㅎ

Because of Moomoos who cheer for us when we are having a hard time, who react even happier compared to anyone when we are happy, Mamamoo is able to get where we are today, and this applies to me as well ㅎㅎ

Starting from a few weeks ago, I have seen the advertisement boards ㅋㅋㅋ in the subway, bus and above the building. 
When I was little, I came across a celebrity’s birthday advertisement in the subway too. At that time, I thought wow.. that person must be very happy.
I didn’t know that there are ads here in the subway with one’s own face and birthday message?? I once had these thoughs, so now that I received them as presents… I honestly still can’t believe it. Because I have received such huge present from Moomoos, I don’t know how to feel about it honestly ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋHa.. I am very very thankful. Even my parents told me to transfer their thankfulness to Moomoos.

So from a few weeks ago, I have been thinking that there is nothing but singing to repay you all, that I should sing a song filled with my sincerity as a gift. Thankfully, you are able to listen to this song on my birthday about a person giving happiness. For this, I want to thank you again ㅎㅎ

Our Moomoos who made the advertisement boards for me, Moomoos who embarassingly knelt in front of the ads to take a proof shot, Moomoos from overseas who sent me beautiful pictures and letters, student Moomoos with no money who sent me hand-made presents made with sincerity, the students who wished me a happy birthday intensely today ㅎㅎ
There are so many, if I write it all out, you probably won’t finish reading it within today ㅎㅎㅎ and including the Moomoos who silently cheer for us diligently, I am very thankful. 

Although I feel sad when I read negative posts, when I receive sincere letters and supports from Moomoos, they really touch me deep in my heart. In which this makes me go oosha oosha ㅎㅎ Really, it is not an exaggeration that Moomoos are Mamamoo’s and my driving force ㅎㅎ

For this birthday, I have received many different things from Moomoos, so I want to repay you guys so much. It’d be great if I did this. It’d be great if I did that : I developed greed [to fulfill all of them], but I won’t be able to satisfy every single Moomoo right ㅠㅠ

However, what I said today isn’t just for today ㅎㅎ so don’t be disappointed. 

I will not forget Moomoos’ hearts, and will continue to give you good music and become the strenght of Moomoos. At least, let’s become each other’s strength and smile for each other ^^♥

Thank you once again to the Moomoos who read this all the way ‘til the end, and let’s keep moving forward together in the future ㅎㅎ

Moomoos who give me happiness, thank you ^^♥"

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late night rendezvous with sehun ✨❤🌃 

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anonymous asked:

I've got so so so many feels about young!Vitya not paying attention at a press conference and eating chocolate instead

Okay, honestly, I’m in love with the idea that Russia gives their ice skaters names like “the Russian fairy” and “the Living Legend,” and Yakov spends all his hours trying to make them graceful and ethereal creatures of power… and Russia gets Viktor Nikiforov and Yuri Plisetsky. Yuri Plisetsky: feisty punk kitten. Viktor Nikiforov: oh geez.

The Living Legend, y’all. A genius visionary. In this blurry picture, this is the way that he looks at chocolate. In ten years time, he’ll be looking at Katsuki Yuuri with that love in his eyes instead

(Yuuri saw this press conference and even at twelve years old knew they were meant to be because they both appreciate food)

Okay, but NEVER imagine you and your idol/celebrity crush role switched! Like, if they would be your biggest fan and everytime they see you on tv/youtube/whatever, they just start to smile and giggle because they adore you so much and in their eyes you are so adorable and/or handsome, they just can’t stop smiling.
Maybe they have a picture of you, set as their lock screen.
Maybe they write fanfiction or draw fanart of you.
And whenever they feel bad, they look at a picture of you and they smile and feel better because of you.

And you, you don’t even know that they exist. You don’t know about how happy you make them.

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Otakon was this past weekend and it’s really the only convention I attend these days. Well my main cosplay this year was indeed a pretty special one for me. I decided to go as Pharah’s Raindancer skin.  Now, I know this has been a quite controversial skin, and rightfully so.  I get both sides of the argument, but this is my feelings on it. I, as a member of the Muskogee Creek Nation (full blood!), adore these skins and I’m going to tell you why.  I love these skins, because they are not just incredibly beautiful because they were given to such a strong character. And not just any character, a strong FEMALE character, a female character that isn’t fetishized (not talking about Fan art, that’s a whole another can of worms), like a lot, if not all, depictions of Indigenous women.  For once, besides Infamous The Second Son and Never alone, an Indigenous people were included. Now was Overwatch’s inclusion the best? no, I would have preferred to have an Indigenous character at the start instead of a skin and added on backstory, but it is a start in the right direction. So this is why I love this Pharah skin, I feel so proud when I play as her, using this skin, cause I feel, I’m finally included and represented not in a fetishizing way. So I was determined to make this cosplay for Otakon. I had NEVER made armor before, so this was very testing, messy and many headaches along the way.  I never thought I would be able to make this and I thought about just giving up, but I’m so glad I didn’t. When I walked the halls of Otakon, and saw the amount of appreciation, the compliments, the pictures taken, the cheers during the Overwatch shoot. They all didn’t know just how much it meant to me because it took me so long to be proud of who I was, to be proud of my heritage and my culture. So to wear that Skin, that I made myself and actually represented me, was fucking amazing. So Thank you to everyone who gave me a compliment, took my picture, it really meant a lot to me. Mtvo.

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Today got to be too much, so I did the thing that calms me most: I started making something. Welcome to the #Pedalboard2017 project. Feel free to block the tag now, I am totally out of fucks to give.

Picture 1: existing pedalboard which has served me well for many years (and whose compact, professional construction is the envy of most gear nerds who encounter it) but is obviously out of room for any more toys.

Picture 2: the plan, rendered crudely in draw.io.

Picture 3: the dry fit.

You may recall my karmic struggles with buying an assault rifle case in which to house this. The first one I bought (Pelican 1700) turned out not to have enough height, so I returned it for a Pelican iM3100, which apparently is for small-penised men whose rifles are a little fatter, or something. Anyway, it has the vertical (Z-dimension) clearance I need internally, as I intend to reimplement the same two-tiered approach I used on the existing one, where the Modfactor sits on a platform above the power supply. In the new one, the Modfactor and a to-be-purchased Timefactor will sit above two power supplies. This kit runs about 5.5" off the ground at peak.

The pedalboard and the case, imho, need to be considered as a unit. The case is the only protection you have for a bunch of toys that can in aggregate cost more than your guitar, and are a lot more fragile to boot. When designing these I start with the case and work inward. You can get pretty detailed specs on these cases, but until you have one in hand, you don’t know things like the radii of the internal corners that limit your usable space. The spec for this case said the internal dimensions were 36.5 x 14.5, but the actual board that fits in there once you allow for rounding and such is 35.25 x 13.75. I lost ¾" in the X and Y dimensions to this cornering, and an additional ½" in the X to the wheel wells on the side of the case. It wasn’t until today that I could really prove the plan…it looked good, but until you lay everything out and allow for the space between each pedal required for cables, you just don’t know.

The dry fit passes comfortably. My main concern was in that area right at the southeast corner of the daughterboard, making sure there was enough room for the pedals further east and still allowing that northwest corner room for the tuner. Looks good.

Next steps will be to round off the X-Y corners so they fit inside the case, round the corners on the daughterboard for aesthetics, and then use a router to put a nice curve on all the edges. Then I’ll sand and finish. Plan is to stain the main board pink and the daughter yellow, because fuck your gun case and your gender stereotypes, then finish it all with thick poly. I also need to buy a second power supply and the Timefactor. After that, it’ll be hardware to raise the daughter, and then cabling (the hardest part).

I don’t think I’ll have it done for my September 1 gig (more on that in another post) but it should be ready soon after that. Will I have shows to play with it, or just end up as another middle-aged living room gear hound, is a question still to be decided.

I worked long and hard at this Pitches! Both the picture and the fic. Please do let me know if you like them. I’m pretty proud of them, and the picture gives me so many Bechloe feels. SOMEBODY HAD TO DO IT!!


It had been an exhausting day for the girls. Even though they had all graduated in July, they reunited shortly after so that they could keep their close friendships and continue singing together. Hours upon hours of rigorous cardio and choreography practice had left the girls practically dead on their feet.

Fat Amy had collapsed onto the nearest chair, sweating and panting, begging the co-captains to stop for the day, the other girls agreeing vehemently with the Australian.

“If I have to go through that routine one more time today, it will officially be worse than the time I wrestled a croc after he took my chocolate bar!” Amy panted out, emphatically waving her arms about in emphasis, almost smacking Stacie in the face.

The taller brunette gave Amy a dirty look before looking at the two co-captains, her breathing not as erratic as the blonde. She pointed her perfectly manicured nail at them, her cheeks glowing with sweat.

“Amy is right Beca, Chloe… was this really necessary? The last time we were run this ragged was with Aubrey in our first year and no one, I repeat, no one… enjoyed that!” Stacie dropped to the floor as gracefully as she could, one hand resting on her breast, simply lay there and caught her breath.

Chloe looked to Beca, the two girls having one of their usual silent conversations, and wondered if they truly had gone too far in their determination to beat their opponents.

Cynthia-Rose, who had been nodding at the taller woman’s words, now stood gazing in appreciation at the view she was offered of the brunette’s heaving chest. Jessica and Ashley both smacked her to get her attention, knowing where the dark-skinned girl’s thoughts had gone.

Cynthia, realising where she had been blatantly staring, looked away in embarrassment, mumbling that it was a sin to waste the view she was being presented with.

Beca quickly gazed a Chloe, before turning her attention back to the other girls. “You’re right guys, I, we, are both sorry if you feel we have been overworking you all.”

Flo scoffed, “Pfft. ‘Overworking’ is an understatement. I was once arrested for stealing two chickens to give to my family after we had been robbed, and they made me run 10 miles with a dog chasing me. This was worse than that!”

Emily, who had been standing next to the Guatemalan, looked at her in shock and slowly shuffled away from her.

Chloe, who had been watching Beca with a small smile adorning her lips, turned to the Bellas enthusiastically. “We really are sorry girls. I am so proud of all of you. Becs and I promise that we are only doing this because we are going to Greece in 2 weeks and we don’t know what kind of groups we will be facing there. We just wanna make sure we win!”

Lily murmured something under her breath that no one caught.

“Lily just said that she feels bad her aca-sister Amy missed out on lunch, and that, to make up for it, we should all go to Morellis for some ice cream.” Amy interjected hopefully.

Lily had a blank expression on her face as she turned to face the Australian, who avoided looking in her direction.

Chloe walked over to where both her and Beca’s bags lay; Billie was sleeping peacefully next to them on a blanket she had brought with her.

“That’s a great idea, right Becs?!” She said with a smile that lit up her whole face. The smaller brunette had never seen anything more beautiful.

“Let’s do this nerds!”


The girls gathered onto the bus and settled down knowing that it was a 45 minute drive to get to Morellis.

Beca took the seat just in front of Chloe, mutually deciding to not sit directly next to each other. They had decided not to tell the other girls that they were together just yet. It’s not that they didn’t trust them or that they were scared the other girls would tease them. It was mostly because they liked their privacy… and maybe because Beca secretly entered the Bellas’ “Bechloe” bet and wanted to win the collective $1000.

The bus ride was mostly silent, unless you include the girls vehemently forbidding Amy to tell stories of her and Bumper’s… intimate moments. They were stories no one wanted to hear… no one.

As the bus stopped at their destination, Beca heard Flo hissing at everyone to be quiet. Turning to look at the smaller girl, they saw she had her phone out, taking a picture of something. What she saw took her breath away.

Chloe was fast asleep, Billie snuggled up close to her. Her small head was tucked under the redhead’s chin and resting on her shoulder, looking directly at Flo. The girls were cooing and “awww"ing at the sight, having taken their own phones out to capture this precious moment.

Beca couldn’t hold back her smile. Her two favourite girls were melting her heart all over again, taking away her breath once more. God she loved them. She couldn’t help herself from giving up their ploy in favour of following her heart.

Unbeknownst to her, Stacie had been closely watching her reaction from the start and was filming her with a big smile on her face.

Beca had unbuckled her seatbelt, never once taking her eyes off of her redhead, and stood up slowly, trying to not make any loud noises. She crept forward, hoping not to startle Billie and therefore wake Chloe. Luckily, Billie saw her coming and stayed still, if anything snuggling closer to the redhead, who, in turn, tightened her arms around her baby girl.

Beca leaned forward, putting her face close to Chloe’s, her eyes roaming over the beautiful face in front of her, her heart swelling with so much love. She leaned her head, close to her girlfriend’s, not quite touching, but close enough that she could feel her breath on her neck.

Being this close to Chloe was making her feel so emotional, she could feel the tell-tale signs that tears were about to start welling up, and knew she had wake her up. Knowing the Bellas would give her all kinds of grief, and potentially use this as blackmail, she leaned up and very gently kissed Chloe’s forehead.

The other girl tensed slightly, a small smile forming on her lips, and her eyes fluttered open landing on Beca. The smile grew bigger and she was soon beaming at her small DJ, her cheeks wide enough that they could burst.

"Hi baby.” Chloe murmured, her voice husky from sleep. Keeping one arm wrapped around Billie, she brought her free hand up to softly caress Beca’s cheek. It was only then that the sound of high-pitched squeals could be heard within Beca and Chloe’s little world.

“Let’s go and get some ice cream.” Beca smiled at Chloe.

Review of 13x24 “Ring of Fire”

I can’t write this.  And I’m sorry.  I absolutely love writing these reviews.  It is so much fun to take a deeper look at the episodes and discuss them with you guys.  But it’s not fun anymore.  So many of you have written me to tell me how much you enjoy reading my reviews and that I often give you a different perspective on things, so I apologize if this is a disappointment.  But the show was a disappointment, too.  We have loved this show and these characters for years, and season thirteen tried its best to destroy many of them.  And maybe it succeeded.  

Jackson, April, and Maggie - I really thought they wouldn’t go there.  Not only because Jackson and Maggie have zero chemistry, but because the uproar from the fans has been deafening.  I understand not wanting to let fans control the show, but I don’t understand deliberately writing stories that the fans hate.  There is no way that Shonda, Debbie, the writers, and the actors don’t know how the majority of the fans feel about this and they are choosing to ignore it and assuming we will still watch because we hung in there for this awful season. That is disrespectful to the fans and to the actors.  I know that not everyone agrees, but I would argue that Jesse and Sarah are keeping most of the fans watching. And poor Kelly is just playing Maggie getting thrown into different triangles.  And for what?  Maggie is already a difficult character to like.  Putting her in between Jackson and April will only make that worse.  Kelly is capable of so much more.  I have said all season that this is bad writing and continuity, but it is also lazy.  They are writing easy story lines.  These are stories that I would expect from a novice writer in the first few seasons of a show, not from season 13 of Grey’s Anatomy.  The show has shown us they can write better stories, so this is a conscious choice not to.  We aren’t interested in love triangles and crushes.  These are doctors who have grown and grown up over time, but instead of showing that, they are making them play pass the STD.  We are invested in these characters and we want them to be happy.  All of them.  They can be happy and still have good stories.  Yes, the writers would have to get more creative, but that is what makes good television.  In 13x23, Maggie was throwing sad eyes at Mer and Riggs for having a conversation and now, just hours later, we are supposed to believe she suddenly has feelings for Jackson.  That is lazy.  Japril were used for ratings.  Debbie baited us with the pictures and she knew it would work.  And now they are trying to keep us watching season 14.  I never thought I would say this, but at this point, I’ve decided to stop watching.  Maybe I will change my mind, but honestly, the show doesn’t deserve the loyalty the fans give them.  I hope they surprise me and fix it but I am no longer hopeful. I have read so many comments on Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, Instagram, and even the ancient Grey’s message boards that some people still use, and the majority of fans are in agreement.  The finale was terrible.  We got a Japril/Maggie triangle, no Jolex, no Jo and basically no Alex, Griggs are probably over after a season of a painful triangle with Maggie, Ariliza is maybe over (not that I care), Stephanie left (Jerrika may be the smartest one of all), and Omelia held hands.  That was what they chose as the season thirteen finale of one of the most-watched and loved shows in television history.  Honestly, it’s embarrassing.  

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