the worst part about tumblr is that whenever a blog i follow gets into a new fandom and its all over my dash i’m so tempted to just watch one episode and i’m convinced it won’t be a big deal but then the show ends up being super good and i watch the whole series and it’s just like guys my life is already controlled by too many fandoms i don’t have time for any more yet here i am how is this my life


TAEKOOK SERIES: if tae and kook had peach accounts

in which kim taehyung talks about his not-so lowkey crush on jeon jungkook in peach.

“he totally didn’t post that; i mean, his peach is on public, why the fuck would he talk about me!?”

“it says tae totally checked me out… nice;  i don’t know about you, but the only tae i know that would do that is you.”

aprylynn  asked:

29. “Where’s your shirt?”

Post Expiration Date 

She pulled him into a tiny coffee shop after they stepped out of the hospital again, fresh from visiting Sam, making him sit at one of the tables and actually ordering their coffee in mugs this time, not to go paper cups; screw Hetty and going into work on time.

“I’m fine,” he answered the impending question before it even fell from Kensi’s lips, clearly hanging the air between them and concern in her eyes, in every brush of her hand against his shoulder. 

“I’ve been better, and I’ve come back from worse." 

Running a fingertip over the decorative wood grain on their table, Kensi nodded, eyes steady upon his. "Last night?" 

"Monty and I had a guys night, lots of hard core movies, no ladybirds." 

Stifling a snort, she lifted her mug, concoction topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings, utterly delicious. "I’m sorry I missed it." 

"Ehh,” he shrugged, a smirk curling the corners of his lips. “We can fight over what movies to watch tonight.”

“No more fights,” she shook her head, a dab of whipped cream clinging to her upper lip before she licked it away and humor lining her tone. 

“I want to have all the fights.”


"I-” He paused, brow knitting together over blue eyes that held hers captive. “Fights are inevitable, it’s - it’s going to happen, and it’s not pretty, but I want them." 

"Deeks.” His name escaped her in a hushed murmur, touched with confusion, and maybe a little bit of fear. 

“If I’m fighting with you, I still have you, I’m still waking up next to you, in comparison, really, some arguments don’t sound so bad." 

Eyes flickering shut, a shiver sang down her spine, a fresh reminder of her words on the icing rink, that they hadn’t crashed and burned, maybe they wouldn’t, and God, she desperately this exhilaration and this thing to continue; it wasn’t allowed to explode when she was already giving it her all. 

"Where’s your shirt?" 

"What?” Confusion tugged all the his voice, gaze still full of emotion from the charged moment seconds before.

“The striped one, the tank top. I need to burn it before we fight over that."