well kind of idk

kim yoonho about mark lee: i dont know much about idols so–when i first met him, everyone were still awkward with each other. it’s hard to have a conversation and i thought mark was a cold ice prince. but it was a mistake.

we become closer when we prepared ‘sing sang sung’ together. what shocked me was, he sleeps at 3am then wakes up at 5am to go to his schedules, then immediately come to film/practice for highschool rapper. he has such an impossible schedule. yet (whenever we meet up) never once did he mention about being tired. i always thought abt how tired he probably is yet he never says anything. he’s always being supportive and say things like “let’s do well” etc we work together until late on our performance and he’s always giving suggestions. with the thought of wanting to make a good performance, we worked well.

honestly i thought, he’s really a pro. we’re the same age but i really learnt a lot from him. he’s like a hyung that i can look up to.

if you love me LET ME

GOOOOO

Maybe

It was in the late hours of the night, when the trousers were already half buttoned up, that the words ‘you could stay’ stalled the fingers and gave birth to a thought. A tentative whispered thought of maybe.

It was during minutes so tense and so vulnerable, when they were each lying on their side of the bed not sleeping and not talking either, that the thought of maybe trembled with insecurity.

It was in the stilted moments, when the nervousness thickened and a shaky laugh escaped from a closed up throat shattering the tension, that the thought of maybe solidified.

It was in the instant, when a hand found a hand and hesitated until warm unsure fingers entwined and squeezed ever so gently, that the thought of maybe grew louder.

It was in the dark of the night, when the sleepy body finally heard the soul and wrapped its arms around the torso beside it, that the thought of maybe could no longer be ignored.

It was in the early hours of the morning, when eyes opened sleepily and the arms realized they never wanted to let go, that the thought of maybe left the mind and settled in the heart.

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listen… i have a weakness for nephilim/winged stiles okay? its a weakness

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charmed appreciation week | day 1 ⇒ favourite character: phoebe halliwell

↳ ❝ i am light. i am one too strong to fight. return to dark where shadows dwell. you cannot have this halliwell. go away and leave my sight, and take with you this endless night. ❞

pedestrianfootbridge  asked:

1. Do you think there's anything to be said about how Cisco purposefully sabotaged the speed bazooka for Savitar when you consider how in Rogue Time he was put in a very similar position but in that episode ended up giving in to the villains' demands? I mean, I guess he did try to tamper with the cold gun back then too and Leonard caught him, but I always felt personally that it was sort of a desperate, last-ditch effort on his part and not really something he planned out (1. because it wasn't

2. shown or stated that he tampered with either the heat gun or the gold gun - even though neither Leonard nor Mick would know how a gold gun works off-hand so it would have been the easiest to tamper with and 2. because all he did at that time was leave out a crucial piece of the cold gun that he still *built*, just didn’t put in). He was essentially in the same position - bad guy(s) threatening the lives of people he cared about (even if Caitlin was ‘Killer Frost’ at the time).

3. I’m not sure *what* exactly it could be saying; maybe that the loss of his brother has made him a bit harder or maybe getting/mastering his vibe powers has made him a bit bolder, or since that was S1 and given they had Barry at the end of this finale essentially passing the torch in some ways to Cisco, it might be showing that he’s grown up a bit and gotten more experienced in keeping a cool head in dangerous/deadly situations?


Now here is some meta I can get behind.

Cisco is season 1 was so goddamn vulnerable. And so brave. So fucking brave. This adorable and beautiful man with a heart of gold and jokes to match who stood up to Captain Cold with a vacuum cleaner and a voice hard enough for Snart to believe he’d actually use it. That, or Snart just had a soft spot for him because of it. Either damn way, the heroism of that moment.

And then things happen, bad things, and they’re getting worse. People keep getting hurt: Bette died, Farooq almost killed them all, Caitlin got kidnapped. But good things are happening too! He’s truly close with Barry and has a new bff, they tracked down Ronnie! Who is alive!!!! Even if Hartley’s still a dick (or not, depending on the timeline).

So Cisco takes the bad with the good and keeps smiling. Looks up to Barry, you know he does. And he’s got this family event he’s got to attend and he’s feeling super off because he just had this terrible nightmare of Dr. Wells straight-up murdering him and he’s shaken by it because that’s crazy, right? It felt super real, though, and he’s now supposed to play nice with his brother and yes thank you Barry let’s get some beer because fuck Weather Wizrard we beat him without breaking a sweat and

And then Lisa Snart walks into his life and he’s so off-kilter with her beauty and of course it’s too good to be true, he even says so. But he’s so brave, again. Like with the vacuum cleaner. Except it doesn’t matter, this time. Because Dante is there, and no no no no no. That wasn’t supposed to happen. This – this is wrong. His personal life and work life were never supposed to bleed like this and for the first time he thinks he really understands why Barry hasn’t told Iris about his powers. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

All he has for the next 12 hours is panic and adrenaline. Sweaty, slippery hands making weapons that make him sick. Not for him, but for Dante. He knows he’s a goner, but this is the only way he can stall for time despite that. So long as he gets Dante out of here, that’s what matters. That’s what keeps his fingers moving over pieces of machinery.

He tampers with it at the end because it doesn’t occur to him to do so before that. He’s so focused on coming up with and discarding plans for how to save Dante from this nightmare that he doesn’t think to ruin their weapons. He could’ve. He’s a genius. He’s kicking himself. But he tampers with it at the end as best he can and it’s pointless - it’s too late. But he’s never been in a situation like this and he wasn’t sleeping well before and now hasn’t slept and the adrenaline and caffeine are making him crash hard.

It was pointless anyway. Cold saw right through it. And he’s still not free. He’s supposed to stay awake, still, and make another one. For the cruel, beautiful, toxic Lisa. Cisco might hate her for a moment, there. But then, not. Because it’s another way to stall. Another day spent keeping Dante safe and alive and he even convinces his captors to feed them and refuel his coffee needs.

He doesn’t tamper with this one. He wants to, but he can’t bring himself to do it. Not to her. She did this to him, but for a little while there she was… nice. And smiled in a way no one’s smiled at him in a while and he can pretend she meant it but not if he ends up killing her with her gun backfiring (and not if Cold kills him for hurting his sister). So he finishes the mean piece of machinery and he’s still empty. He’s got some plans for deception, but really the best plan is to get a cellphone or any phone and contact Barry. He can be there (wait for it) in a Flash.

He’s working on the logistics (with Lisa, he thinks, it’ll work best. But then Rory’s outfit is the loosest and thus the easiest to steal from. But he can get closer to Lisa without being suspected, for sure. Decisions, decisions…) but then Dante rushes it. Cisco could smack him for it, honestly. He was working on a plan, goddammit. Not that Dante knew that. But if he’d given Cisco another minute or three, Cisco could’ve at least told him to try and steal Rory’s phone if he was gonna go all Rambo on him.

But then Cold walks in and all plans go out the window when Dante’s hands get iced.

Nothing like this has ever happened. Nothing remotely. It’s not supposed to happen. His family isn’t supposed to be involved.

And what’s he got to fall back on, thinking about it? What would Barry do? Let his family get hurt? Never, in a million years. But Cisco can’t jump in front of a weapon that’s already been fired, can’t save Dante when he’s already injured. All he can do is give Cold what he wants and hope he doesn’t die in the process. Hope Dante doesn’t die, at least. 

He’s in a lose-lose situation with zero options and he takes the one he can live with and still sleep at night, he hopes.

Flash forward a few years. He’s been betrayed. Those nightmares of dying were real. He’s seen a blackhole he helped create swallow one of his very few friends. He’s seen a lot more death. He’s been pushed away and pushed back, himself. He’s been betrayed again, and he’s been terrified of what he knows he can do. Of the moment of temptation he felt at Reverb’s offer, the eyeliner notwithstanding. He’s seen magic and lost friends, too many now, and he’s grown and grown and grown.

He is powerful. Frighteningly so. And yet. And yet some days he stills feels like the Cisco who stood in front of the Reverse Flash, helpless in the face of his own death. Of the Cisco who stood in front of Captain Cold and whispered “Barry. His name is Barry Allen.”

And some days? Some days he feels a million miles away from that Cisco and wishes he still could feel like him. Because when Barry (his name is Barry Allen) as Savitar takes him, when facsimiles of his two best friends as Killer Frost and Savitar are colluding to kill him, he doesn’t falter. Not this time. 

Because Cisco knows better, now. He’s thinking ten paces ahead. He gets that Savitar needs Killer Frost alive. Cold didn’t need Dante, except as leverage against him. It’s different, and it helps keep him calm. Savitar’ll hurt her to get to Cisco, if needed, but he’s bluffing at least about when he’ll kill her. 

It doesn’t matter, though. The threat jarred Cisco memories. He’s been here before. And now, faced with this situation agin, he’s got a plan. 

There’s no firing pin to tamper with, but he doesn’t need one, and this won’t be a last-second effort this time. You’d think Savitar would see this coming, knowing Cisco, but then, Barry didn’t see him tamper with the firing pin the first time around either. Barry just saw him save someone he loved, without any of the intermediate planning. 

Cold was five steps ahead, Savitar is six steps behind, and Cisco…

Even if he hadn’t been here before… Cisco’s older. He’s bolder. He has experience not just with this but with everything. He has trauma and triggers and he’s been through his share of panic attacks and he has practice thinking around those things more than he did before. He’s seen a lot more death and pain and heartache. 

He knows that even doing everything you can, even doing your best, the people you’re trying to save can still die anyway, in ways you can’t predict and can’t fix. Not even with time travel.

There’s only so much he can do, but this time around, he can keep calm and actually do it, plan for it.  He’s not letting Savitar get away with anything, not on his watch.

i downloaded Sam Winchester saying,
“No, we have guns and we’ll find you ” and then put it as my alarm in the morning. so im woken up every morning by a deep male voice threatening me and it’s honestly alarming and refreshing at the same time

☁️ Dreamy Girl ☁️

I was inspired by @ceiuu and @tophlair sims and aesthetic in general

anonymous asked:

Can you do a fluffy hartwin coffeeshop AU? :) x

I really hope this is fluffy enough!

Harry only notices as he’s about to chuck the full cup of overpriced espresso in the trash. Just at the side of it is an illegible scrabble. Eleven digits. Harry holds the cup there, hovering over the bin, as he adjusts his glasses to get a better squint at the phone number. If this isn’t a mistake, then it’s certainly a surprise.

The cup in question had come from a coffee shop Harry had been stopping by for a good month. And when he said stopping by, he meant that it was about fifteen miles off his usual route. It was a cramped place painted in pastels and adorned with mismatching old furniture that, he supposed, were to give a ‘whimsical’ look to the whole thing. The musty armchairs weren’t the reason he visited the place, though. The quality of the beverages weren’t either but then again, he’d never once drunk a cup of coffee without it tasting like he’d just taken a bite of moist dirt.

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mrsklemzak  asked:

More tidbits pls? Gonna put your blog on notify. :D

haha sure! i mean, i’m just recalling snippets of things she said while she was sketching but

  • coach’s first name is richard and that is indeed why bitty’s middle name is richard
  • jack is loosely based off of sidney crosby in that ngozi wanted to see what it would be like if she ruined his life (sort of, see previous post)
  • bad bob is supposed to be wayne gretzky, basically
  • pretty much everyone on the team comes from some sort of privilege because let’s face it hockey is an expensive sport. even the bittles are distinctly not-poor because coach is a football coach in the south and that is a thing
  • ransom’s parents are super educated; i think at least his mother is a scientist
  • lardo is a first generation american; chowder is not. his parents met at samwell
  • shitty’s parents met at andover and immediately fell in love; shitty’s childhood was a push-pull of her, very liberal, wanting to make sure he grew up aware of his privilege and him, rich legacy, wanting shitty to uphold that legacy
  • zimmermann is spelled with two ‘n’s to make him distinct from george zimmerman
  • bitty was originally supposed to be a prep school kid from connecticut (laughing so hard because i am in fact from connecticut)
  • bitty grew less intense and jack grew more intense during the conception phase
  • there was a fascinating discussion about jack and kent’s names and nicknames: they each sort of have three tiers from casual to intimate (zimmermann - jack - zimms and kent - parse - kenny, i believe). when they usually talk they are in the middle at jack & parse. when they are pissed at each other it’s zimmermann & kent. when they are having more intimate conversation it’s zimms & kenny
  • from last livestream: bitty would be something like a jigglypuff if he were a pokemon. if he were a trainer he would totally have like a level 70 charmander he wouldn’t make evolve. jack would have something like a growlithe and also a gyarados and would probably legitimately think gyarados was cute. he’d think it was weird bitty didn’t have a charizard by now and his team would be mostly intimidating pokemon. (i may or may not have spent like 3 solid hours trying to make jack and bitty’s perfect teams from the original 150 because who has time for anything else now really)
  • parse is a slytherin
  • jack is not that good at photography and probably knows it, but he doesn’t care
  • bad bob’s friends actually call him ‘bobby’
  • holster and ransom have a fuck-ton of sisters between them lol
  • jack has a hard time letting anyone in and that includes shitty (i.e. there are things about him even shitty does not know)

but probably the best and most important piece of information is that, in the spirit of stanford’s tree, samwell’s mascot is a fucking dancing well. like the kind you draw water from. idk how canon ngozi actually intended that to be, but the sketch she drew was PRICELESS (and she said it’d go up somewhere)

JB Imagine - Flirty

A/N - I hope the anon who requested this will enjoy~ Also this is the first time I’ve set out requested imagines like this with the full request included so let me know if you think this kind of layout works well or not!

idk if requests are still open but can i request a fluff scenario with Jaebum and the reader where like, they both have a crush on each other and he is constantly flirting and then he confesses and all that and then they kiss. (i don’t know what i’m typing i just really want more fanfictions of flirtass jaebum but it’s fluff akdjadlksaj

Today you were spending the day with the Got7 members while on their schedules. They didn’t have a particularly busy day and were just filming a bit for a new series they were doing so had been allowed to bring you along with them. You were very close with all of the members and considered them all to be very good friends but Jaebum would always seem to flirt with you. He’d often wink at you and make suggestive remarks. It was never anything that made you uncomfortable but it did always get your heart racing. You actually had a crush on him and so all this flirting would only get your hopes up. Despite his flirty nature, you were unsure whether he liked you as more than a friend or not. You were too shy and unsure to ask him outright so you just let the harmless flirting continue.

The boys were currently filming solo parts and Jaebum was the one on camera right now. As soon as he had finished and the director gave him the all-clear, he walked over to you.
“Hey, (Y/N). You looked like you were enjoying some of my scenes,” he said teasingly, giving you a small smirk.
“Maybe I was enjoying it. Why? Do you want me to fawn all over you?” You responded, batting your eyelashes at him. His smirk immediately fell and his cheeks blushed a light pink before he managed to compose himself.
“Well it means I’m doing my job well. If I can make you swoon then I’m sure the fans will too.”
“Oh, it’ll take more than that to make me swoon, Jaebum.”
“Really now? And how’s that? Do you need me to take off my shirt or something?”
“Hm might work, who knows.”

You were trying your best to sound nonchalant about it all when in reality you were struggling to keep calm inside. Jaebum raised one eyebrows at your last statement and without speaking grabbed your wrist and led you out of the studio.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere I’ll be able to make you swoon without anyone seeing.”
“What?” He didn’t add anything to calm your shock but instead just continued to lead you somewhere. He ended taking you to some old room that didn’t look like anyone had been in there for a while. As soon as you were in, Jaebum shut the door and pushed you against it. His lips were on yours with a force and passion that you felt like you had never experienced. You were almost seeing stars from how dizzy with happiness it made you feel. Kissing Jaebum was more than you could have ever imagined. When he broke away from the kiss, he rested his forehead on yours.
“I like you, (Y/N). If you couldn’t already tell.”
“I could tell. And that’s the best news I’ve heard all week. I like you too, Jaebum.” His smile was so wide that his eyes were like little crescent moons on his face. You brought a hand up to caress his smooth skin, watching how he reacted under your touch.
“You know, I think I’m the one who managed to make you swoon, not the other way around,” you giggled, teasing him still. Jaebum blushed and buried his face in your shoulder from embarrassment. The flirty Jaebum you were used to had completely disappeared and what was left was a man who was completely smitten and elated from his feelings and it was possibly the cutest thing you had ever seen.