urgh just urgh

jk and tae both HATE jimin

listen here, im here to prove to all of you once and for all that these two despise jimin. like, you’ll see in just a second how the hate rolls off them in waves. anyways, starting off with the maknae

Originally posted by equitas

listen to me, this is exactly how i look at someone i hate

Originally posted by jikookdetails

LOOK. jk’s giving us all pointers on how to show your hatred towards someone through your eyes. take notes peeps.

now, THIS is how you do it. look at him shoot hearts daggers with his eyes. anyways, let’s move on to tae bc im already losing it

Originally posted by kthish

tae be like…”jimin get your frickin small hands away from me. i dont like you jimin, i dont like your small hands either i dont find them cute at all”

Originally posted by tayonge

tae: “wow, i hate jimin with every fibre of my being…” look at those daggers hes shooting at jimin. damn. can you feel the hate yet?

Originally posted by locotaehyung

what you’re seeing above is NOT vmin cuddling. fuck no.

Originally posted by chimtae

dont even get me started on this jealousy…thing bc thats a separate post can you feel me rolling my eyes yet

so,you like yurionice?

THEN PLEASE CONSIDER READING AGAIN!! ,BY MITSUROU KUBO ,the creator of yuri on ice!!!!!!

ok,like i have been wanted to do this post a long while ago since i read Again!! 

The story goes like the mc, Imamura graduated as a loner and have unfulfilling high school life. Imamura wonder how his school life would turn out if he join the cheers club and so he decide to check out the club one last time.But then,a girl saw him climbing out the window and thought that he,a delinquent tried to damage the school property on his last day of school and calls for help. unfortunately,when she runs down the stairs she slipped and fell down.and….died?? 

i have to say this manga has the greatest character development, plot and more importantly,great art by the greatest KUBO SENSEI. 

also,im not good at analysis or meta or shit but let me point u out to things that i love in this manga SO I CAN DRAG U ALL TO READ THIS

#1 intimidating teacher but is actually super kind and supportive

#2 Imamura friends in class is just bunch of girls 

#3 this guy only swears in english


#5 that feels when people read your story?


#7 AND IT WENT VIRAL (..i see kubo loves this viral thing)


,also ok someone please add to this post w more important scene that you love bc this post just isnt enough to show how great this manga is


{Happy Birthday Nam Woohyun 08.02.91}; My heart is always beating because of our fans & I can’t help but smile brightly. I’m also really thankfull they like me like this. I can get love like this from someone.  I get happy when I think something like that. 

Peter sips his wine, having found a quiet corner to observe. Quiet might be the wrong word, the music is bleeding through the walls, loud and thumping. He’s not even in the same room as the speakers but he can feel them, the bass thrumming through his bones. It’s a wonder these children won’t go deaf before they’re twenty.

In his quiet corner, he watches the teens converse and dance and wonders what he’s doing here. He imagines Derek is in a similar corner, looming apologetically and scaring those nearby. Logically, Peter knows that he’s here because Stiles wanted pack at his eighteenth birthday party. The real question is why Peter actually came.

He drifts from the reception room, heading for the garden. It’s quieter out here, the night taking on an unusual chill that has driven most indoors. He leaves his empty wine glass on the metal garden table. The night air smells like honeysuckle and has a frozen sharpness about it. 

He hears the clink of a beer bottle being placed on concrete. Smells burnt sugar and sea salt. Follows the scent to the darkest corner of the garden, already knowing who he might find hiding amongst the roses. Stiles is lying on the edge of the grass, staring up at the night sky. Liquid amber eyes glimmer in the fairy lights that are strung above him. 

“What’s the birthday boy doing out here all alone?” Peter asks, leaning over so that Stiles has no choice but to look at him. Stiles wets his bottom lip. 


“About what?”

“Everything. Nothing.”

Peter flicks Stiles on the nose. Affectionately. Stiles wrinkles his nose in protest, sitting up slowly. Peter sits down on the grass beside him, watching the way Stiles stares down at his hands, nimble fingers trailing along the blades.

“You know,” Stiles says, eyes flicking up to look at Peter, “I didn’t think I’d make it to eighteen. I thought I was going to die several times over, figured a hunter would put a bullet in me or the monster of the week would rip me apart. Now I’m old enough to vote.” 

Stiles rips a few blades of grass out of the ground, lets them flutter down. 

“I imagine if you had died then you would have been brought back,” Peter says. It’s meant to be flippant. An throwaway comment on the supernatural proclivities of Beacon Hills. 

It’s not. 

Stiles smiles. It’s small, genuine, like the early morning sun peaking through the curtains. To Peter, there is nothing about Stiles that isn’t radiant. 

“I would be brought back hmm.”

Peter smirks, tempted not to give Stiles that satisfaction. He could simply stand up, walk away and leaving Stiles wanting. It is such a tempting thought. Peter is good at waiting, has perfect patience and knows the value of delayed gratification. 

Alternatively, there is nothing to stop him simply taking. 

The first press of lips is chaste and sweet. Designed to be gentle, prove that he can be. 

The next is hungry.



Peter tears at Stiles shirt, desperate to get to the skin beneath. Stiles lets him, nails raking down Peter’s back. Peter tastes arousal, sweet on his tongue; presses his face into Stiles neck and sucks a mark so dark that no one will mistake it for a claim of ownership. 

They rest their foreheads together, breathing into each others mouths, lips close enough to touch but not quite. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Stiles murmurs. Peter couldn’t agree more.


My dear Hal,

you look absolutely delicious all wet and rumpled. Your hands are the most beautiful ones I ever saw. All slender, with delicate fingers and so long. And I’d love to lick that throat of yours. Touch that bulging vein with my tongue. You are sexy beyond description and make me think about debauchery things. My mind wanders to places that make me equally wet as you are. You are really filthy and dirty. And I don’t mean that in a good way. The mud is coming of in pieces from your skin. Please take a bath in something else than wine or ale. I’d help you with that. 


Taek’s ‘proposal’.

Omg you know what would be funny though. Is for the mercs to end up finding Doc and them having to keep Doc with them

‘About time someone found me! You know how long I’ve been stuck in there. Oh. It’s just you two. So you’re working together now? That’s cool I guess.’

Doc criticizing Locus’ armour. ‘Y’know, that voice filter is pretty intimidating but it’s a little over the top don’t you think. And what’s up with the X on your helmet, I mean, the colour is okay, but eenh.’ 

Locus stares at Doc. ‘Stop talking.’

‘What’s with the temper, jeez, you remind me of Washington. So hostile. You should lighten up! Have you tried yoga?’

Locus looks over to Felix, and Felix just snickers “Hey it was your dumb idea to keep him alive.” Locus sighs and walks away. “Awh come on Locs, he was just joking!”

“Locs? That a nickname?”

“Yeah, he loves it.”

I was not really expecting people hating my otp? Like I’m just here shipping my babys and I see haters calling it disgusting! Oh my Ereloy is just so popular, I’m shocked

Originally posted by losteveragain