remember that time in Uncontrollably Fond when No Eul got arrested and she was waiting for Joon Young, but he was basically under house arrest and barely conscious, but he still kept trying everything to get to her; but in the end everyone thought he ditched her and that he was a jerk :’( 


(do not repost) old halloween comic from last year! this actually happened to me when I was a kid and it was probably the last time I went trick or treating….

Hogwarts House Aesthetics

Gryffindor - thunderstorms, dancing in a rain storm, really close flashes of lightning, midnight conversations where you share secrets you never thought you’d share because you know they’ll never tell anyone, confrontation, the uncontrolled feeling of anger where you see red and your blood is hot in your veins, whispering during movies, loud bursts of laughter, voices gradually growing louder and louder in arguments, being a sore loser, adrenaline rushes, taking risks, goofing around, dancing like no one is watching, loud music and loud singing/yelling along, playfully insulting friends, over the top poses for photographs, being unable to keep a poker face, the sparks that fly off of fires, unbuttoned plaid shirts, talking back, everlasting incredibly fierce loyalty and love for their friends, the satisfaction that overrides all exhaustion after exercise, scraped knees, constantly covered in plasters, climbing trees, loud celebrations, giant hugs

Slytherin - tiny hidden tattoos, the cold but refreshing feeling of freezing wind hitting your face, resting bitch face, ripped jeans, being brutally honest with their friends when it’s needed without guilt, hoodies, the determination to prove themselves different to people’s ideas of them, an old teddy bear or knitted gift from their grandma they hide away but treasure, wary of too much affection, having only one or two really close friends and liking it that way, not wanting to share the things that bring them the most happiness because their favourite things belong to them, being able to find loopholes in everything and using it to their advantage, smug smiles when they know they’re right, the satisfaction of knowing someone is wrong and knowing they’re about to prove it, confidence, only ever respecting people if they prove they deserve it no matter how old the person may be, doing things just because people say they can’t, fierce protectors, swimming way underwater and pretending to be a mermaid, constantly cold hands

Ravenclaw - always getting the perfect present because they remember the smallest thing about you, messy smudges of paint on desks and skin, biting lips and tugging hair in concentration, the mixture of exhaustion and relief when they finally perfect their work, the sound of pencil against paper, saying they’re fine when they’re not because other things need to be focused on, always being ready to listen, giving great advice, elegance, the light shining through stained glass windows in churches, travelling to historic places, unfinished notebooks, unable to resist starting that new project even when they said they would take a break, knowing random bits of information that other people may find useless, classical music, listening to film soundtracks to concentrate, crumbling castles half hidden in fog, forgetting simple things but knowing everything about complicated stuff, realising the answer half way through a question and yelling it out, watching people pass by and trying to deduce their life

Hufflepuff - dungarees, flowers tucked into pockets, fairy lights, the feeling of warmth when you’re inside all cuddled up and there’s bad weather outside, blanket forts, decorating the walls with pictures of good memories, birthday cards filled with stick men and scribbles of inside jokes, oversized sweaters, decorating bags with badges, nicknames, not wanting to leave bed, wearing a blanket as a cape, laziness, swing sets and slides, the lovely feeling when a stranger is nice to you, the rush of happiness when you meet someone and just know they’re going to be a good friend, stickers all over their belongings, wind chimes, cottages in the country side, disney fairy tale movies, scented candles, singing christmas songs all year around and planning decorations in September, cheeks hurting from smiling so much, dressing up for halloween every year even if they’re just staying at home, lying on their friends laps, surprise presents even when there’s no occasion, collecting acorns, candy shops


Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets vs Swan Song 

//YES THAT’S RIGHT I BROUGHT S5 SAMIFER INTO ALL THIS ANGEL TALK. just let me be happy here on my hill of salt.//

a second,

a minute-

time is ticking.

maybe he could forget?

then maybe

it wouldn’t

hurt so bad-

if this was how

it was going to end,

he’d rather get it over with


but his hands are growing weak

and he comes up empty,

reaching and reaching-

if this was the end,

he wanted it on his own terms.

a second,

a minute-

time is ticking.

maybe he could forget?

then maybe

she wouldn’t make a face

like that-

if he was going to die,

it would be after she moved

past the darkness in her heart

that shattered

her heart many times over.

but her hands feel right in his

and he smiles,

holding her hand

as tightly as he can-

if there was a god,

would it be selfish to ask

for more time?

(he wanted to live).

When Professor McGonagall calls the name, “Black, Sirius,” a boy with dark hair and darker eyes emerges from the crowd of nervous first years. His back is straight, his head is high, but his eyes betray him–terror lurks behind his irises as the sorting hat is placed over his head and falls all the way over his nose.

The hat finds this boy’s mind to be full of the traditions and social niceties that come with a pureblood upbringing. There is a sense of arrogance, which sticks out, as though it has been implanted there–as though this boy has heard his family speak so highly of themselves for so long that he’s forced to believe it himself. But beyond that is a spark of rebellion, and the hat knows that if it were fed the right fuel, the fire that would ensue would be uncontrollable. The hat feels this boy’s own self-contempt; there is a deep aching to be free, so strong that it’s visceral. 

The hat sees a stubbornness of the likes he has rarely seen.

A small, timid voice asks, “are you going to put me in Slytherin?” The voice says Slytherin as though it’s a poison that freezes the insides. 

The hat only chuckles. It doesn’t say, “I didn’t even consider it.” Instead, it shouts to the Great Hall, “Gryffindor!” and watches as the dark haired boy walks to his new house table, with a look that is equal parts triumph, and fear.

“Lupin, Remus,” is a thin kid in robes that are a size too big. He has nervous ticks–he chews on his lower lip, and tugs at his sleeves; when he sits on the stool he can’t stop bouncing his legs. 

“What have we here?” says the hat once it falls over the boy’s head. “I’ve never sorted a werewolf before.”

It’s amazing how quickly the boy’s thoughts turn cold. There’s a moment of anxiety, until he reasons out that no one in the Great Hall can hear what the hat is saying to him, and that anxiety is quickly filled by anger.

“Go on then,” the boy says briskly in his head. “Sort me into Ravenclaw, since I know you’re going to. I know I’m smart and bookish. The boys I met on the train even said so, when they saw me reading a muggle book.” 

This boy is compassionate and mild-mannered usually, the hat sees, but his insides are burning. There’s a maturity that shouldn’t be there–as though every time his bones shift to make room for the monster, he ages along with them. The hat, feeling what this boy feels, notices dull pains in every corner of his body, where the wolf has scarred the skin, broken blood vessels, and cracked the joints. Along with the maturity there is a stoicism–this boy literally is always in pain, but he’d never say so; wouldn’t even hint.

“With an attitude like that?” the hat finally replies. “I think not.” And it feels the boy’s jolt of surprise when it belts out, “Gryffindor!”

“Pettigrew, Peter,” is a conundrum.

He is a mousy boy, with a lot of baby fat, and a slight tremble. But the hat can tell that there is much more to him than that.

There is an overwhelming sense of self-preservation, along with a tendency for hero-worship, and a need for acceptance. This is not a boy looking for power, however, this is a boy looking for survival. The hat contemplates Hufflepuff, but for all his passivity, this boy has an inkling of courage that the hat just can’t ignore. 

“Tell me,” the hat decides to ask. “Where do you think you belong?”

“I met nice boys on the train,” says the boy. “They’re both in Gryffindor now. I think I’d like to be in Gryffindor too.”

The hat ponders this for a good long moment, before conceding and yelling, “Gryffindor!” because after all, the greatest mark of courage is the courage to ask for what you want. 

The easiest sorting of the day comes from “Potter, James,” who struts up to the stool in a manner that looks somewhat ridiculous on an eleven year old.

The hat falls over the boy’s eyes and is hit by a rush of certainty; of expectation. The boy, not unlike Mr. Black, comes from a long line of purebloods, and there is a similar arrogance that lingers, but it’s less pronounced–it’s more natural. This is a boy that is sure of himself and his abilities, and also his moral convictions. The hat sees someone who stands for things strongly, and would die before seeing them taken. 

He had thought he had seen the worst case of stubbornness in Mr. Black, but this boy could give him a run for his money. What a force of nature, the hat thinks to itself, those two would become should they ever decide to work together.

It takes approximately ten seconds for the hat the shout out, “Gryffindor!” once again, and it watches the boy jump down with a self-satisfied smirk. 

The boy joins his house table, next to the other new additions, and they sit shoulder to shoulder, grinning at one another. 

This year’s Gryffindor first years, home at last.


There is a song that my mother always sings when she’s in a good mood. “On that green pasture, i want to build a house like a picture. With my beloved, I want to live for a hundred years.”  I don’t exactly know when it started, but very naturally, I started to have one dream. On that green pasture, I want to build a house like a picture. With my beloved, I want to love happily for a long long time. Even when I knew I didn’t have much time left, I didn’t give up on my dream; I only reduced a hundred years to three months. But now … the very last dream I dream in this world … the very last thing I must put my life on, is not to live happily with Eul in the house like a picture. But to leave after I return to her the truth and justice that I took away at the start.

I want you to feel the light vibration on my body as you lightly strum your finger tips on my back. Let me lay on your chest and get lost in the light beats your heart makes, I want to be taken far far far away to a tropical paradise heated with your body heat. Kiss me lightly on my forehead and make me smile uncontrollably. Let me feel the tremble in your voice when you say ‘I love you’ in your morning voice. Lets make poetry with our bodies, if any errors are made in the process we can always rewrite, over and over again, until its perfect.

Arranged Marriage: Sehun Edition. Epilogue.

now this is really the end.

word count: 2208

PART 1 |PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7| PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10 | PART 11 | PART 12 |

Turning off the stove, I wipe sweat off my forehead and lean on the counter finally catching breath. It’s only four in the afternoon but I can already feel how uncontrollable the day will be. I can already see how the time I work my shifts without feeling exhausted are getting smaller and smaller. Placing the dirty dishes in the sink I hear laughter from the dining area already knowing which costumers just arrived.

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A very special Uberization commission! This one was commissioned by @charonib for @awthredestim’s @askmovieslate! (SO MANY TAGS)

When corrupted by an evil force, Movie Slate feels an uncontrollable urge to show her favorite films to everypony in Equestria… whether they want to or not. Dressed in her red carpet best, Movie Slate’s film strip hair take on medusa-like minds of their own to reach out and forcibly wrap around everypony they come in contact with, playing movies FOREVERRRRR

I couldn’t help but give it a touch of ‘retro horror movie poster’. >3

onlyinurpants14  asked:

This isn't really a question or anything but I've been thinking lately... I think my favorite thing is ugly laughs like, when their face goes all red and they're snorting and making other inhuman noises, just laughing uncontrollably. Like, I feel like that's when you know someone is truly happy, if only for a couple minutes. And when I make someone ugly laugh it is literally the best feeling ever. Even if it embarrasses them, it honestly judges makes me so happy and it's so cute

This message makes me so happy? This is so pure? Thank you! 

anonymous asked:

For the ask meme, #50, Victor and Yuuri (look I know Yuuri has a lot of guilty pleasures but one of them has to be the Worst)

  • 50: this character’s guilty pleasure?

VICTOR: hugh grant romantic comedies, eastern european disco from the 70′s and 80′s, pelmeni, getting his asshole waxed and bleached, biting the soft of yuuri katsuki’s inner thigh just to hear the noise he makes every time and feel the uncontrollable keen of his body into victor’s mouth

YUURI: the track “You & I” by one direction, victor nikiforov, not wearing pants if he absolutely doesn’t have to, victor nikiforov, trying to get a rise out of yuri plisetsky, victor nikiforov, dipping fries in milkshakes, victor nikiforov, 


Brendon Urie smut (after 143282 years)

As you opened you laptop placing it in front, the screen went off displaying the red and green buttons along with Brendon’s icon which signalled for a skype call. Eagerly answering the call, the screen moved to Brendon’s face who was shirtless and drinking beer.

“Hey babe,” Brendon smiled automatically making you too smile. “I missed you.” You pouted through the screen.
“I missed you too, baby.” He told but quickly adding, “Daddy misses his little girl so much.” as his lips transformed into a devilish smirk.

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A/N: The long asked for sequel to Selfish , soon to be a trilogy. 

Summary: After fleeing your relationship with Peter Parker, you become hopeful that your problems are solved. Unfortunately, your problems are much bigger then you feared, and that was just the beginning. 

Warnings: Various mentions of blood and self harm, implied sex, cursing.

Word Count: 3,679

From somewhere, a watch went off, an annoying marker that another hour had passed and yet, you were still awake. Curled on your side, your brows furrowed even deeper as your chest tightened, tears pricking in your eyes as the uncontrollable feeling attempted to settle itself. You could only stare at the spot on the wall, dented and spattered with blood, brick and mortar chipping with your skin. The  wounds on your knuckles started to bleed again as you clenched your fists tighter, shutting your eyes to squeeze all the pain out of your body.

It was three am.

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i think everybody in their chart has significant challenge somewhere, whether it be overcoming an opposition for a fierce stellium that requires intense, uncontrollable focus. i feel like mars-neptune apects present on of the greater challenges, i guess just from my personal bias (i dont have this aspect but my knowledge/observation/horoscopes). mars is explosive and neptune is sweeping. its like neptune could create this whole fake inner battle… i dunno… positively their colour range and imagination can be quite outstanding