this was so much fun bye

i already made some quick textposts but here’s a quick list of what i caught during baekhyun’s live ig story thing (let me know if i missed something!!):

  • baekhyun said he ate lots of good food today 💕😭 
  • baekhyun really looked so tired and sleepy and was yawning and in bed and stuff during the whole broadcast and was acting like it was 2 am but it was 2 pm soihfeowijefoiwjefwe
  • his mother changed his sheets/bedspread to pink lmfao (i’m assuming he’s at his parent’s house ant not the dorms)
  • myongryong’s legs hurt bc he’s been running around a lot and welsh corgis’ legs hurt very easily apparently so he has to take him to a hospital soon :(
  • there are baekhyun posters put up all around his room that fans gave him and im crying
  • someone asked him to speak in english in the comments and he got a little embarrassed and said ‘hi my name is baekhyun’ he’s so cute
  • and he also read a comment that said ‘good english’ and laughed (i’m unsure if the comment was in english sounding korean or actual english though)
  • he put his face so close to the camera to read comments and it was so cute im ded also he covered his face a lot w/ the blankets and looked super comfy im 💕💘💗💟💓💖
  • after showing his room really quickly he giggled a little (i d*e) and he was like ‘it’s really clean huh??’ (as in his room) he’s so neat and organized wow

guys … pls go and support power rangers it was so good !!!! plus !!! canon lesbian yellow ranger !!! and autistic blue ranger !!! plus teenagers actually acting as teenagers !!! no stupid tropes !!! aND NO LOVE STORY WHAT SO EVER ITS ALL ABOUT FRIENDSHIP I REPEAT: THERE IS NO LOVE PLOT AT ALL. ALL. ABOUT. FRIENDSHIP. AND. SUPPORT. 

pls go see it it was so GOOD. and FUN. I legit haven’t had this much fun just watching a movie in forever. GO GO POWER RANGERS. 


this blog….is dead?…well….probably now yes……na xD is a joke .. well yeah is dead but….ok just look down if you want to know what is going to happen now(?)

im sorry of dissapear more of a month (again pfff)….jeez….but….
the things is i really don’t know what to draw in this moment… of
the swapfell babus….or fontcest in general :c (i lost motivation??i think is something like that)….so…i’m thinking to put this page in HIATUS…..for a while….(that doesn’t mean i’m not going to come back…so don’t worry (?))

i’m really sorry for the people who was waiting something because of one of my updates…..but if i try to draw fontcest or sancest right now…i think….it not going to look good and i think i’m going to forcing myself….and i don’t want that… because i love it so much….and i don’t want to hate it….for doing that…

so that it…i need time….for this blog….A LOT OF TIME
REALLY THANKS….it was fun <3
but for now….i’m just going to say bye…or see you soon?
i….I DON’T KNOW??? jsoajsoja ok….
bye bye…..and see you all more in the future
(that to cliche….never mind jeez xD)

(sorry for just comeback to say just this…i hope to return with new ideas and with more motivation of this babus….i hope people understand this)


[2017, 1/?] - january 28 - since i basically just moved to this blog at the beginning of the month and i this is my first original content on this blog and i never did an introductory post, i’m just merging the two.

my name’s barrett, i’m 16, and i’m an ib junior right now. i’m currently in hl art, math, english, and chemistry; sl french; and ap government and economics (but planning to take the ap french exam at the end of the year). it’s a lot of work but i’m having fun, so it’s pretty much worth it. i’m also a competitive musician and play flute and piano in my youth orchestra!!

i also recently had the pleasure of writing for @theacademiczine‘s anniversary issue and it’s been so much fun to work with the staff and it’s been especially fun to get to know @academla and @studybuzz because they are the sweetest and bestest and i love them!!!

also you can find me on ig ,,,, ok bye keep studying and having fun my friends 

  • Aoi: InterFM897, tonight again RAJIGAZE iiiis staaartiiiing 📻

  • in a bit, at 2 a.m. ! !
  • Aoi: after listening to these guys talking I don’t feel the least bit charismatic.
  • but they’re adorable. *shine*
  • Aoi: this week, for some reason, I can totally feel how fired up the director is...
  • Ruki: we’ve been doing RAJIGAZE for one year now. 
next week’s show is finally the last episode!
  • ah, even though we’ve been doing it for a year I didn’t get used to it 😌...
  • Aoi: aaah, that was fun. it was our fabulously ordinary selves.
  • so, please look forward to next week’s show!
  • See you next week. bye-bye!
  • Reita: I thought it would be bad but it was honestly funny. when I laughed I threw my head back so much that my earphones came off (lol) also, next week it’s finally the last round! I’m so grateful to everyone. you can meet us anytime.
  • Aoi: what? so, in the end all of the GazettE listened then? (lol)
  • we’re so much in love with ourselves 😌
  • Ruki: I was not listening...😌
  • Ruki: something I regret about RAJIGAZE, probably just that I wanted to do all sorts of things, you know? I would have loved to do like a nonstop 4 hour special without commercials or songs, or an after-show live broadcast segment or something, you know 😌

  • I’ve liked listening to the radio since I was little so it’s sad that we’re done with the show, I’m gonna miss it.
  • Ruki: anyway, I’m doing some detailed work and it won’t end...

*Philip Hamilton x Reader
*Word count: 2121

Summary: You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.

Request: SOULMATE AU WITH PHILIP PLSS - @pearltheartist

A/N: Okay I had so much fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy reading it and please send in more requests because I’m sick and noT going to school today k bye

And anything that’s italicized is memories/journal entries

Warnings: EXTREME FLUFF (idk someone might not like that???)


“Nana, why do I have to go clean out your attic? Why can’t Liam do it?” You groaned, mentioning your brother as you climbed up the old stairs that led to your grandmother’s attic. “Because dear,” she called out, watching you climb up the stairs, “there may be some treasures up there that you might like.”

You looked down at her with furrowed brows, pursing your lips in question at her statement. She simply shrugged and wandered off, muttering something about making cookies for Liam and your grandfather.

Sighing, you opened the wooden door and pushed yourself up, letting out a low grunt as you did so. “I really need to start working out again,” you muttered, shaking your head as you looked around the old attic. The attic contained boxes upon boxes that probably contained items that hadn’t been used for years, along with piles of dust everywhere.

Running a hand through your hair, you nibbled on your bottom lip, not exactly sure where to start. “What on earth did nana think I’d find up here that I would love so much?” You wondered outloud to yourself, “all I see is boxes full of useless junk.”

“Stop complaining, Y/n.” You lectured, “nana sent you up here for a reason, obviously.”

When you finally decided to get to work, you grabbed the first box you saw, setting it down gently and opening the old box, coughing as dust flew everywhere, waving your hand in the air to blow it away. “Okay,” you breathed, beginning to rummage through the box and finding nothing of importance.

This continued for over an hour and you were to head back downstairs to complain to your grandmother, when something in the box you were currently looking through caught your eye. A black leather journal that looked like it was going to fall apart any minute now.

You slowly reached down to grab it, gently picking it up in fear that it would break if you tried to do anything else with it. Once you opened to a random page, your eyes narrowed as you recognized the familiar handwriting. It looked like your handwriting.

February third, 1795.
Dear diary,
Today me and my parents went to the Hamilton estate, something about me meeting my betrothed, which makes me uncomfortable at the mere thought of being forced to marry someone I didn’t love, especially if he wasn’t my soulmate. But, what can I do? I’m just a child, and a woman at that, I didn’t get any say in the matter at all. Mother didn’t look too happy either, muttering the entire way there about how “I shouldn’t be forced to live through what she did.” Whereas father was claiming it’d be good for both of our families if I married young Philip Hamilton when we were both eighteen years of age. I have indeed heard of the Hamilton’s before, but I have never met them. Mr. Hamilton was known for his over-the-top personality whereas Mrs. Hamilton was known for her soft and sweet nature. I knew nothing of Philip Hamilton, though. I do hope he is as great as my father says he is. We have arrived at their estate, I’ll update you later.
Y/n Y/l/n

Your eyes widened, nibbling on your bottom lip as you reread the journal entry over and over again. What made you more suspicious was that this girl had the same name as you. You somehow found yourself wanting to know what happened next, so you kept on reading:

Dear diary,
We have just gotten home and I’m very tired, yet I remembered I promised to update you on everything that happened before I went to visit the Hamilton family. I’ll tell you everything from start to finish. First, we were greeted by a maid, she was a nice young lady, yet she looked to be around my age, which made me feel unpleasant at the thought of these people forcing young girls to work. But nevertheless, I didn’t complain and allowed the girl to lead me and my parents to the parlor, where she said the family awaited us. Once we reached the parlor, she simply announced our names and curtsied, leaving right after. I remember feeling nervous as I came to see Mr. Hamilton staring at me with a straight face, but Mrs. Hamilton’s sweet smile made me feel comfortable after. “Mr and Mrs. Hamilton, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I found myself saying, curtsying just like mother had taught me to do. “Please dear, call me Eliza.” I remember nodding, letting a short smile appear on my features before it disappeared right after. “Well, I suppose you must be here to meet our son. Philip, come here!” Mr. Hamilton called out, motioning for a young boy around my age to come downstairs. Once he did so, I felt my eyes widen as my mouth dropped into a slight ‘o’ at the sight of the boy. He was absolutely magnificent. I then remembered how unladylike my actions were and curtsied once more, “Y/n Y/l/n, pleasure to meet you.” I remember the boyish grin that appeared on his freckled face as he leaned down to kiss my hand gently. “Philip Hamilton, the pleasure is all mine, Ms. Y/n.” I don’t think anyone could ever understand how absolutely helpless I felt when he did that. I don’t think I can describe the smiles on our mother’s faces as they watched our actions. It was absolutely amazing. Well, I do fear that I’m starting to doze off… Until tomorrow
Y/n y/f/n

You were definitely gaping at the old journal now, everything seemed so similar, from the handwriting down to your name. You had the exact same name. Now, you were never one to believe in soulmates or reincarnation like your nana did, but this had seemed very suspicious.

“Dear? Did you find anything?” You heard nana call out, making you shake yourself out of your trance and call back, “yes nana, I did. I’m coming down now.” You gripped the journal tightly as you walked down the old ladder, closing the attic door behind you as you turned to your grandmother. “Well?” She asked expectantly, making you smile and show her the journal. Your grandmother’s eyes brightened as she gently took the journal from your hands and admired it, “I… recognize this…” She whispered breathlessly as she took in the sight of the old journal.

“The lady has the same handwriting and name as me, nana. Isn’t that strange?” Your grandmother nodded slightly, a breathless smile appearing on her lips as she opened the pages and flipped through them, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of ripped pages.

She eventually handed the journal back to you, leading you towards grandfather’s study. “Dear, you do know about soulmates, correct?” You sighed, slowly nodding your head. “Nana, you know I don’t believe in-” Your grandmother shushed you, cradling you in her arms making you set the journal down on your grandfather’s messy desk.

“Just let me speak, dear.” She whispered, pulling away yet she still gripped your arms as she gave you a large smile. “You know of soulmates and reincarnation, right?” You nodded slowly, frowning in confusion as her smile grew.

“You know me and your grandfather are soul mates, yes?” You nodded, sighing softly. Your grandparents were one of the few people in the world who met each other long ago and were soulmates, reincarnating together every time they died. “Well… This young lady you are reading about, that’s you.”

Your eyes widened as you laughed, pulling away from your grandmother. “Yeah, right,” you snorted, “and Beyonce is my mom. Nana, just because you were lucky enough to meet grandpa years ago and reincarnate with him, doesn’t mean we were as well.”

Your nana rolled her eyes, scoffing. “When you were reading this journal, what entry did you read?” You frowned, “something about her meeting Philip Hamilton, I guess they were betrothed or something.” Your nana squealed softly, “and do you know anyone by the name of Philip now?”

You nodded slowly, “uh yeah, we have World History and Biology together… Oh shit.”

“Watch your language,” she lectured before shaking her head and smiling again, “dear, next time you see him, talk to him. You won’t regret it.”

Later that night, when everyone else was asleep, you found yourself reading this girl’s journal some more, reading every entry from the first page and so on until you reached the end of the journal, which came to stop in the middle of the diary. There was only one more journal entry after this one:

November twenty-third, 1801.
Dear diary,
I have never met a man more foolish than Philip Hamilton, not even his father could be more foolish than he. This man, my soulmate, my betrothed, has decided to challenge Mr. Eacker to a duel all because he insulted his father. Philip, has always been a man of honor, he was unlike any man I had ever met before. He was sweet and caring like his mother, yet would do anything to protect his father’s legacy. And to make things worse, his father encouraged it. If I weren’t a lady of high respect, I would’ve given them both a piece of my mind. Anyway, I must sleep now, I’ll write back tomorrow.
Y/n Y/f/n

Your brows furrowed, your eyes were narrowed and you found yourself turning to the next page, desperately needing to know what happens next.

November twenty-fourth, 1801.
Dear diary,
Today, on the twenty-fourth, the love of my life has passed away at the hands of a dishonorable man. I watched as his mother and father screamed in aguish when he passed, I remember feeling his cold lips touch mine one more time before his closed his eyes, finally at rest. “I’ll come back for you,” I remember him promise, which had resulted in me crying, it hasn’t been the same anymore. He’s only been gone for a few hours yet for some reason, it feels like centuries. It feels like my whole entire world has turned upside down… Philip… He was my world. I couldn’t be more thankful for the six years we were able to spend together… The six years I was able to spend with my soulmate. I do hope I get to see him again soon, my heart cannot take this pain much longer.
I’m afraid this may be my last entry
Until next time,
Y/n Y/l/n

You felt tears form, wiping them away so they wouldn’t ruin the already thinning paper, and slowly closed the unfinished book, setting it down on your nightstand by your bed as you let out soft cries at the thought of never seeing him again.

Oh, I do hope I get to see him soon


The next morning, the day you were set to leave and go back to the city, you wrapped your arms around your nana as you whispered, “I get it, nana. I’m going to get him back.”

You feel the warm smile slowly form on her features as she let you go and gave you a soft peck on the forehead, telling you to come visit again soon.


The next day, you were back in school, desperately looking around for Philip with wide eyes and a journal clutched tightly between your hands. When you finally saw him, he was retrieving his books from his locker, running a hand through his curly locks as he whistled a soft tune under his breath.

“Philip!” You called, running to him and wrapping him in your arms, and to your surprise, he hugged you back. “Y/n,” he breathed, pulling away to look into your eyes with a soft smile, “I came back for you,” he smiled and looked down at the journal in your hands, taking it and flipping to the last page, his smile fading a bit as he read what you had wrote all those years ago.

“It’s good to see you again, my love.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! Thank you for this beautiful blog❤️. Do you have any protective stories, where like one is being bothered or bullied and the other protects them? Thank you!

Heya! Okay so since these two kind of overlap each other, I thought to just smash them together oops. :D   

  • Protective/insecure

 I Missed You (Did You Miss Me Too?) (Continuation to this)  Taehyung gets home from America, Jeongguk wonders if Taehyung is as happy to see him as he is to see Taehyung. [insecure JK]

✄ Friction (I’ll be looking for your love) Jeon Jungkook is set on looking for the one who got away. OR “Don’t have too much fun in New York,” Taehyung only half jokes, hand slipping back. He ignores the way Jungkook’s warmth runs away from him.“Alright. Bye, Tae.” “Bye, Kookie.” Taehyung feels himself having trouble tearing his eyes away, a sort of emptiness taking place in his heart when Jungkook doesn’t look back [Insecure Tae, WIP]

✄ To Walk On Air For me, dancing is a lot less like perfection and much more like falling in love. When I’m on stage in front of all those people, I feel powerful and weightless, like I’m walking on air. [Insecure Tae/Protective JK, WIP]

✄ Under The Rug He knows it’s fucked up. He knows Jeongguk is probably waiting for him to reply because he left the younger boy on read. He knows he should be telling someone about how he feels but, Kim Taehyung being Kim Taehyung, he decides to hide it under the rug. [Protective JK]

✄ Baby Me and You (We’re the Perfect Two) Taehyung’s mother despises Jungkook and tries to set Taehyung up on dates; but, fret not, because their loyal friends are there to help (note: the helping part of things doesn’t go so well)! [Protective JK]

You Can Have Me (I’ll Be Your Family) “Am I dead? Are you an angel? Is that my blood on your shirt?” Or, Jungkook’s brother is an ass and Taehyung is definitely an angel. [Protective Tae]

and as always, please check the tags of the fic before reading! ^-^/

✄ Admin Amanda

So you know how everyone is saying how Professor Willow kind of just gave us a starter Pokemon and kinda told us to just fuck off with no explanation or reasoning?

Well, is that so different from the other Pokemon professors?

Think about it. How much info did Oak really give us? “Here’s a Charmander, have fun being rivals with Asshat, also don’t ride your fucking bikes indoors you goddamn animal, bye”. That’s about it.

He didn’t tell us the mechanics of the game, he just sent us on our way. Same as Willow.

So how did we learn the mechanics of the game?

NPCs, of course. Talking to the people in the world. They shared information. Really oddly specific HELPFUL information, at that.

Every other person who I’ve met who’s been playing Pokemon Go has been eager to share tips and tricks they’ve learned, information they’ve learned from other players. And I’ve done the same! If I meet a player, I tell them any information I think will be helpful.

Just like a goddamn NPC.

Professor Willow did his job. He gave us a Pokemon and sent us off, and here we are. Now who’s going to help us?

Why, we are.

It’s our job to be the NPCs and help each other learn how this world works. If you see a struggling player, you can talk to them and tell them about a cool trick to get more pokeballs. Show them how a gym works. YOU TOO, CAN BE THAT GYM GUY.

We may not be stationary and repeat the same phrases over and over, but we have a similar (and similarly *important*) role to those little NPCs. And we should be happy about that. Because we’re helping each other as well as ourselves.

milack headcanons

lets get gay up in here

  • zack has a HUGE crush on milo first. he thinks about how much he has fun with him (like rollercoaster fun where you hate it while youre on it but afterwards youre like “LETS GO AGAIN!!”) and he realizes that he doesnt want anything to change and then just like.. everything crashes down on him all at once and he realizes he fell in love with a walking disaster and even worse- “what if he doesnt LIKE ME BACK aughhh”
  • zack ends up calling melissa in the middle of the night every other day like “hey does milo like flowers? chocolates? does he read poetry or listen to music more choose one” and melissa is like. whyd you wake me up why dont you just ask milo
  • it doesnt take long for melissa to realize hes got a crush and she just endlessly teases him about it. they show up late to school together and shes like “well did you enjoy your adventure with milo ayy wink wink kissy noise” and zacks like “shut up” and milos confused bc he thought it was a pretty good adventure
  • milos really blunt and open so one day zack is like “okay im gonna head off somewhere bye guys” and milo says “okay i love you bye” and zack almost keels over. milo gets scared its a murphys law thing and he stops saying “i love you” to people for awhile which makes zack kind of upset but he cant just TELL him why he reacted so much
  • zack talks to melissa about having a crush on milo just about all the time and she starts regretting knowing about it bc he is ALWAYS talking about milo when hes not right next to them. like she likes milo and talking about him and whatnot but is this really necessary and he overthinks everything all the time
  • “do you think i should get nicer clothes” “your outfit looks fine zack” “maybe i should save up for some cool jewelry” “ he might notice it i guess” “maybe i should get some safety equipment to hint at how i want to hang out with him even more” “dude" 
  •  milo freaking. loves with all his heart in such a strong way. he doesnt realize how much he loves his friends and craves affection until hes hanging out with zack and he just wants to lean his head on his shoulder so he does and hes like.. this is nice. meanwhile zack holds his breath bc like… milo is Very Close aaaaaaaa
  • milos totally autistic and infodumps a lot and zack loves it bc he loves his voice and he loves his smile and he loves the way he gestures to punctuate what hes talking about and when he flaps and he loves him so much and why did he let himself fall for him so hard 
  • zack is really really romantically frustrated and he’ll probably never be able to confess to milo about his crush bc hes not a risk taker at all and that makes him a little upset and he loses quite a bit of sleep drafting love letters in his head but he just never writes anything down and even if he did he’d never give it to milo bc he’d get cold feet anyways
  • zack actually works up the nerve to confess one day but like because of the murphys law thing he spends the entire day being interrupted by disasters and just other ppl even just coming up to talk to milo and hes just not able to tell him about his crush for the whole day and hes too exhausted by the end of the day to confess
  • that day ends with milo being like “thanks for staying with me for this whole day zack! i know it was pretty nuts… what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” and zack hesitates for a moment before just hugging him and being like “i just wanted to say youre my best friend dude”
  • he complains to melissa later about WHY didnt he just TELL HIM he had a perfect chance and he basically friendzoned his own crush and nothing would ever be okay again now and melissa is like “dont beat yourself up about it dude you’ll get more chances” but zack doubts it because hes never done anything before

theyre the football player/cheerleader couple of my dreams holy shit


“Welcome to the DIRECTV Pre-Party for Super Saturday Night. [..] I’m getting ready right now, probably. Just, over there or over there. Somewhere very close to here. And, I just wanted to say thank you so much for coming. I really hope you like the show. I haven’t done one in a while. I hope it’s decent. But, I’m gonna try hard, and that’s the point about… football… and… singing. I’m gonna stop… Bye! Have fun!” [x]

Hey Sid, I want to say congrats on your 1,000 points. It is a huge number. We both know that 999 [of those] points is because of my help. I have enjoyed playing with you. Every game, every night is so fun. Everyone knows that you are the best player.
—  Evgeni Malkin, congratulating Sid on reaching 1,000 points [x]


Helloooo! Since Halloween is one of my favorite holidays i decided to make a moodboard! :) I went to a halloween party at my school as a vampire last week, it was so much fun! Are you guys going to celebrate Halloween? If so, what are you gonna be this year? Hope you guys have a great day! Bye 👻🕸🎃


I am 18 years old and suddenly being called a pedophile for shipping spiderman and deadpool by people who are much older than me

This is irony this is a blessing from the comedic gods i swear.

Peter isn’t a teen in the current comics guys. And even if some of us ship Wade with Tom!Spidey, it’s well after ‘Spiderman: Homecoming.’

When peter is legal.

So like stop.

Let us have fun with this dumb characters. Oml THEY ARE FICTIONAL SHUT UP. It’s not hurting you in any way so bye.