what if i just kept tagging this

anonymous asked:

what does your "stay in your lane namjoon" tag mean?

me, a yoongi stan, fighting namjoon off but clearly he never stayed in his lane. everytime I looked at him and kept telling him to stay in his fucking lane but alas…

so it just became his tag?


I could see all the stuff that was special to me. All the stuff that matters. I love you, Shelly. And I wanna spend my time with that. I mean, you know, if that’s okay with you.


An AU where young Keith, a Filipino-Korean, moves to the USA; on his first day at school, he refuses to talk, partly because he’s not exactly very sociable but mostly because he’s incredibly embarrassed about his English and lack of proficiency in it. O and shiro walks in

TRIPS OVER MY OWN FEET oh my god this was supposed to be black and white but then i wanted to paint but then gave up andCHRIST. my art style changes 600 times during this comic its dISGUSTIGN. THEN AGAIN it was rly rushed i just wanted to get this idea outta my head before school starts.

taz fandom gf poll

yesterday evening i asked the taz fandom which girls from taz they would most like to date.

from 265 reblogs, here are the responses.

  1. Lup - 147 -  23.9%
  2. Killian - 96 - 15.6%
  3. Lucretia - 79 - 12.8%
  4. Carey - 59 - 9.6%
  5. Ren - 58 - 9.4%
  6. All - 46 - 7.4%
  7. Hurley - 31 - 5.0%
  8. Sloane - 29 - 4.7%
  9. Noelle - 23 - 3.7%
  10. Julia - 17 - 2.7%
  11. Jess - 7 - 1.14%
  12. Antonia - 5 - 0.81%
  13. Cassidy - 5 - 0.81%
  14. Troth - 3 - 0.48%
  15. Lydia - 3 - 0.48%
  16. Istus - 3 - 0.48%
  17. The Raven Queen - 2 - 0.32%
  18. Maureen - 1 - 0.09%

here is a pie chart.

i’m very bad at wrangling with excel.

findings of the study:

  1. people love lup. people really, really, really, love lup. there was even someone who mentioned they don’t listen to taz but still wants to date lup.
  2. our collective taste in women rocks.
  3. there was much talk of wanting to date BOTH killian and carey, although as you can see, more people said killian.
  4. i saw a lot of “lup and ___” - usually killian or lucretia.
  5. people often cast about for favorites and when the favorites kept piling up, just said “all of them.” hell yeah.
  6. some also just said “is this a trick question? all” which, yknow what? tru
  7. i did have one “none” response, but that was from someone saying “they’re all gay” (which is true) and “they’re too good for me” (which… awww buddy i believe in you, you have good opinions from what i know)
  8. the only ladies not mentioned are, to my knowledge: brogden, terra, paloma, hathaway redcheek-fangbattle, hecuba, petrilda, renee, sabine, and june & mavis (which is good, i didn’t have to block anybody).

here’s a couple of my favorite tags. they’re all a delight, but these gave me a chuckle.

conclusions of the study:

  1. you’re all gay.

Imagine: Archie sitting on the couch, with his guitar, practicing his music. By his feet is Jughead, wearing Archie’s letterman jacket, his computer on his lap and writing his story. Archie attempts to serenade him but Jug’s way too in-the-zone writing to even notice, much to Archie’s chagrin.

Every time Archie’s trying to serenade Jug, it doesn’t work, Jughead’s too concentrated on something else. Archie’s got his guitar ready, goes to Jughead but… “I’m busy writing an article Archie”. They’re sitting on the bleachers and Archie tries again, “Hey Arch, this burger’s FANTASTIC, the consistency of the sauce and meat is heavenly!”. Archie’s even prepared to serenade him at the lockers in front of everyone, except “hey I’m trying to finish my maths homework, do you have the answer for question 2B?” 

Finally Archie has enough and drags Jughead to the music room during break to make him listen to his music and DOES IT, he sings the song for him. Finally, at the end, Jughead goes “Yeah, I heard you sing it the first time, Arch. I loved it, didn’t I say that?”

anonymous asked:

Regarding the ring exchange scene, apparently some leaked storyboard showed an internal monologue of Victor's. He was sad Yuuri didn't come out and say it was an engagement ring. "So this is what he means." The Japanese fanbase picked it up. Which is why he looks a tiny bit sad. I wish they hadn't cut that part, but at least Victor understands Yuuri's real intentions. Thus the "we'll get married after winning gold," comment. :') But it would have been nice with Vic's original thought. Oh well.

yep, you’re absolutely correct! if anyone’s interested, here’s a post with the storyboard and the translation and here’s another post about the rings scene! i really wish they’d kept vitya’s inner thoughts in the finished episode, it feel that it would have cleared things up for a lot of people bc it would’ve made it clear that he absolutely understood what yuuri meant, and i’m really just dying to know more about vtya’s thoughts in any scene haha ♥ sometimes i wonder how many other little things like this one didn’t make it to the final cut bc i’d love to know them all D:

oh and if this ask was inspired by my tags for this post, i feel like i should clarify that i was talking about the whole composition of that screenshot! that yuuri pov with the ring in the front and vitya in the background? i feel that the way it’s framed absolutely makes yuuri’s inner intentions clear whether he himself says it out loud (or even fully admits it to himself bc anxiety) or not ♥

Someone Kept This Betta in a Mason Jar


So last night I get home from work about an hour later than usual, about 10ish at night. I’m tired, I want to feed all my animals ASAP so I can just relax.

Then suddenly my friend calls me. I answer and she immediately says “Are you home???”

“Yes? I just got home from work.”

“Good, I’m on my way to your house.”

“Omg? Are you ok what’s going on?”

She then tells me that she and her cousin went to this one girl’s(a friend of a friend) house to get high. When they got to her room she noticed a mason jar on this girls desk but brushed it off like whatever. Then she saw something in the jar move.

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So it appears we’re in one of those booklr renaissance modes. Don’t get me wrong, I do love when these kinds of discussions happen because that’s how I found a lot of my tumblr friends, but it all seems so very cyclical and I’m frustrated by it.

And I feel this way largely because I have found my crew. When people say they feel like booklr is dead, I shake my head because I struggle to keep up with my friends and their content. If they are so alive, how can booklr be dead?

True, some of this despondent sentiment comes from bloggers who have been here for years who very legitimately feel sad that many of their old friends have left (I feel that too), but there are new people who are filling those gaps. New bloggers who are creating content and chatting left and right. Go find them. Befriend them.

So today’s lesson is:

Find your crew.

Everyone is looking for something different from this website, so finding friends will look different for everyone, but here are my tips:

  • Seek out the smaller blogs. Following big blogs won’t make you friends. I’m not saying it’s impossible, but it’s simple math. When you have that many followers it’s hard to keep up with everyone. There are many great and wonderful people who run large blogs and by all means follow them, but if you want friends, your best bet is the smaller blogs.
  • Look for blogs that start the interactions. Look for blogs that send asks. Look for blogs that play tag games. Look for blogs that participate in challenges (especially the 100 Days of Booklr challenge). These are bloggers who are doing things and befriending people–and they’ll likely want to befriend you too.
  • Keep track of people. If you’re bad with names (like me), write shit down. Everyone feels good when they’re called by name or tagged in something relevant to their interests. At one point, I kept a spreadsheet with my mutuals and their names and what books they liked, etc. because I knew I had a bad memory for that. You don’t have to be that nerdy about it, but making the effort can go a long way in building friendships.
  • Search the booklr tag. I look through the recent booklr posts at least once a day. If I see someone posting a question or asking for recommendations, I do my best to respond. Sometimes I’ll just boost a post because I know I have followers who will jump in. I find a lot of new posts, blogs, and friends this way–and you can too!
  • (Tangential related) Find fresh content. Maybe booklr feels dead because it feels stale, like people are all reblogging the same posts for the hundred-thousandth time (literally). To fix that, don’t just rely on your dash because that’s going to be a feedback loop. Look for new posts on the booklr or other tags. A) it’s new stuff that no one has seen before and B) it’s supporting smaller blogs who may not get seen otherwise! Win-win! Doing this won’t necessarily build you a crew (it can help though), but I think it’s crucial to making booklr feel alive again so that’s why I include it here.

A couple last things to remember: not everyone you try to befriend is going to click with you and that’s ok. But I do think that we all can find friends on here and friends are what makes booklr a community. Just sometimes you have to be very deliberate about building that community for yourself. And also, there’s nothing wrong with being anxious about talking to people and wanting to just be a lurker. You can still make a difference. Stick to the last two tips and let smaller blogs feel loved with your likes and reblogs. Good luck!


…october 1st

there’s a demon in my belly, at least one.
maybe two.
a hell couple in my guts whispering secrets up through my throat
my throat, my throat, my throat.
i know because caroline tells me so
and maggie may tells me i must be possessed.
well she’s a gen x baby so she must be right,
and me,
well i’m out cold when it happens, and sometimes
i think about the traps i’ll lay out in my bed
to catch those secrets the moment they escape my lips.

i talk in my sleep, you see.
mumbling, nonsensical, but they’re words.
secrets, my secrets.
“daddy says it’s demons,” so it must be,
because daddy brewed me from a hellish place
and rued the day i came out with the wrong parts.
daughter or demon?
you choose.

i talk in my sleep, they say.
you’re supposed to utter the word “rabbit” on the first of the month
when you wake, let it be the first word out of your mouth.
good fortune, i suppose.
but i talk in my sleep, you know.
i still utter “rabbit”, but what use is it when it’s not the first?
what good is it if my luck has never been in the cards anyway?

the only thing i can tell you
is that demons hate rabbits.

50% of the SU Fandom rn: I love my boy Lars Barriga, he has been through so much and i love my pink zombie boy he has never done anything wrong in his life ever and he needs to be protected and especially kept safe on homeworld–

the other 50% of the SU Fandom rn: I love Padparadscha she has been through so much and i love my cute peach girl she has never done anything wrong in her life ever and she needs to be protected and especially kept safe on homeworld–

I was curious enough about what was going on those 4 spoiler pages to try translate them best I could (with what little knowledge I have) so my attempts made at 6 AM is under the cut for spoilers

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The Faceless (part one)

Originally posted by anguishborn

Prompt: “They are known as the faceless, and they know everything.” You whispered, your voice shaking and barely above a whisper. Stan stared at your lithe form in complete surprise, and it seemed that’s what you kept doing; surprising him. When he found you that day in the forest, he never expected this.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five

Pairing: Stan x Reader and Loser’s Club x Reader

Warnings: Everyone is older here, about seventeen, eighteen! This takes place in 1992. There’s also mention of death, murder and undertones of a darker element. Read at your own risk. This is not a happy go-lucky kind of story.

A/N: So not gonna lie, this has definite Stranger Things vibes. And the premise is almost the same, Stan finds a girl in the middle of the woods, hurt and barely speaks a word of english (kinda) but those are the only things the same. The reader doesn’t have powers or anything like that, and she doesn’t come from a lab; it will all be explained in time.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently. 

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“S-Step back!”

“Step back! Please!

“Back! Back! Back!”

It seemed no matter how loud you screamed or how hard you cried, the faceless man just wouldn’t listen to you. He, whatever his name was, just kept walking towards you. What were you thinking? 


You nearly tripped over your own feet, rapidly stepping backwards in a desperate act to get away. In your hands you held a handgun, one you’d seen on men just like the one before you many times. You watched them use it enough to know how to work it even if you didn’t what each part of it was called. But just because you knew how to work didn’t mean you really did; your hands shook rapidly and the gun rattled between your fingers.

The faceless man before you knew that; you could tell by his smirk. 

“You can’t do it.” He spoke, his voice making you feel something you couldn’t understand. You never had. “Put the gun down and come back.” They were the faceless and they knew everything. He, the faceless man, knew you couldn’t shoot him; didn’t want to.

But yet, you didn’t listen unlike every other time you had.

Instead you ignored the pain in your feet as you ran through the outdoors barefoot and the way your head ached with immense pain. You ignored the way nothing seemed clear and there was three of the man before you when you knew in reality there was only one. You were dizzy, dehydrated and hungry but none of that mattered.

They’d made you- they’d made you…

“Come back.” The man spoke again. “We’ll help you.”

It seemed they didn’t know everything.

With a scream, you shut your eyes and paused in your step; the faceless man in turn stopped as well, shocked by your sudden pause. What he didn’t know until it was too late was that your finger was slowly pressing down on the trigger you’d seen he himself do a hundred times and soon, the bullet shot from the gun, slightly knocking you back and hitting him in the chest. You watched with wide eyes as the man stumbled back in response and fell to the ground. You felt like you were going to throw up as the blood poured from him.

Tears leaked from your eyes and you couldn’t think straight. The man groaned in pain and his hand stretched out towards you. The image of him seeped into your mind and it felt like you were shutting down. “I said ‘no’. I said ‘step back’.” You repeated as if the man could hear you. Your head fell to your hands and you sobbed. “No. No, no, no.” You repeated with broken sobs. It was like your brain was falling apart on you, and you lost sense of everything.

It wasn’t until rapid footsteps echoed were you snapped back to reality. Shooting up straight, you saw the distant figures of them; the faceless men. You couldn’t- wouldn’t go back to them. Dropping the gun in your hands with a loud thud, you clutched your fists together to try and ignore the shaking and spun in the other direction;

and you just ran.  

You continued to run even as a sharp pain shot through you, starting at your thigh. You lipped, ignoring the pain in your thigh and continued to run. And run. And run. And run.

Stan had had a particularly exhausting day at school that day, and when it was finally time to head home he wasted no time leaving the school. He waved goodbye to his friends, ignoring Richie’s comment about how he was off to go see some girl when in truth he was off to fall on his bed, and forget the world. He focused his attention on avoiding every person in his way and making his way towards his normal path home.

Because of the spot Derry’s high school resided in, Stan had to walk through a part of the forest to head home. He didn’t so much mind the walk and rather enjoyed the piece and quiet but he knew how much his mother stressed over the walk and always told him to hurry home; particularly because of how dark it got this year round. Not to mention it was the middle of a forest and a path no one in their right mind ever took. But Stan always found himself slowing when he reached the makeshift path, and he always basked in the nature surrounding him.

He had been so rushed to get home, but now as he was surrounded only by trees and dirt, he found he didn’t much care anymore. Stan had always loved the nature, specifically birds, more than any of the kids his age and his friends. He found himself teased because of his interests, but Stan had learned to not care about that as much now that he was older and instead, basked in what he enjoyed.

As a child it’d always bothered him, and for whatever reason Stan himself didn’t know to this day, he’d been a target of bullying. It use to bother him a lot and he’d hide his interested for something he did when no one else was around. But, while he was in no doubt still a target of bullying, Stan learned not to care.

And even Stan wasn’t even sure what it was that fascinated him so much about the woods. Was it the quiet? The way how you could hear nothing but the birds chirping and the soft crack of a branch flowing in the wind? Or was it the way it seemed to be the only time Stan managed to be alone? Stan loved his friends, there was no doubt about that and they had saved him plenty of times. Not to mention, that while his family was quite strict, they cared just as a parent should care for their child. But it was obvious to anyone Stan was more introverted than anything and basked in the moments he had alone. Much like now.

When Stan was alone, he had time to think; think about everything. 

Thoughts of a clown sometimes appeared in his mind and sometimes he thought about the strong bond that had somehow grown over his friends; otherwise known as the Losers Club. There, like any friendship, had of course been fights and moments in time when not all of them got along. But somehow Stan still found himself migrating towards them every time and seeking their company in moments he needed it.

The seven of them had gone through quite a lot, that much he could remember.

A sudden creak in the woods pulled Stan from his thoughts, and he found himself coming to a stop in surprise. No one ever walked in these woods, at least not around this time… Stan’s brows furrowed in confusion, cautiously taking another step forward when he heard nothing more. But that didn’t last long as he heard a groan of pain and rapid footsteps zoom past him. Feeling his heart beat pick up slightly, Stan spun around in spot, trying to see if there was anyone there.

“Hello?” He called, gripping his backpack strap nervously. “Anyone there?”

Stan wanted to shrug it off and hurry home, because he couldn’t deny the fact that there was someone else here and he didn’t know what, whoever they were, wanted. But something told him not to, somewhere deep in his mind there was voicing telling him to stay. So Stan did, and slowly he begun walking in the direction he’d heard the footsteps and tried to calm his breathing down. “Hello? Is anyone there?!” He asked again, this time louder.

A thump echoed behind him and Stan found himself spinning around in surprise, his eyes widening when he caught the sight of a figure laid on the ground a few feet before him. His brows furrowed in confusion, and eyes the body for a moment, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t until the figure’s body turned and let out a loud moan of pain did Stan move. Something clicked within him when he heard that the person laying before him was hurt and within seconds he’d fallen on his knees in front of you.

Now that he was closer, Stan could see that the figure was in fact a girl. Your hair was long, longer than Stan had ever seen a girls hair. He wasn’t sure if it was because he’s only ever really known two girls in his life and they both have short hair or if it was actually longer than average, but none of that mattered the moment he met your eyes. Your eyes were watery and bloodshot, as if you hadn’t slept in days and Stan noticed the way your face was covered in light scratches and dirt.

“Are you okay?” Stan asked, his voice soft when he saw you flinch at his presence. His eyes crinkled in worry, his hand reaching out softly to help you but you leapt away in surprise. Stan left his hand hovering in the air before him, unsure of how to help you. 

Your t-shirt was ripped in some places and it definitely wasn’t keeping you warm in the November air. You wore a pair of ripped jeans, but not meant for style and rather from what Stan could only guess the act of running for a long time. But the thing that surprised him the most, oddly enough, was the lack of shoes on your feet.

Stan had never seen anything like it.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” Stan whispered, sensing the fear that radiated off you. “I want to help you.” 

He moved forward to help you once again but you fell back on your butt in surprise, revealing the blood soaked side of your thigh. Stan’s brows furrowed in disbelief, a gasp leaving his lips. “You’re hurt.” He mumbled, this time meeting your eye and reaching a hand forward. For some reason Stan didn’t know, you let him touch you this time, and slowly he grabbed your ankle and turned it gently to gaze at your injured thigh.

Stan didn’t know who you were or what had happened to you, but he knew one thing; he couldn’t help you alone. He needed to get you to a hospital. “You need a doctor. I have to get you to a hospital.” Stan said, more to himself than anything. 

Though as he shifted to stand up your hand fell over top of your bleeding thigh and in turn over top of his own hand, surprising the curly head boy. “No.” You finally spoke, further shocking him. Your voice was unbelievably quiet and Stan noticed the rasp as you spoke, as if you hadn’t spoken in days. 


“No.” You repeated, shaking your head. “No hospital.”

Stan shook his head, not understanding your reluctance. “You’re hurt- you need he-”

You scooted away from the boy you’d just meant, turning to stand up and Stan followed in bewilderment. You glanced at him one final time before turning in the other direction. Catching the meaning behind your movements, Stan leapt forward to grab your wrist, this time shocking you as you turned to glare at him. Sighing, Stan shook his head; “fine. No hospital. But- your leg needs care, let me take you home.”

“Home?” You questioned softly and Stan nodded; “where I live. I can help you there.” 

You paused, and to Stan it seemed you were thinking over the option before you slowly nodded.

Stan wasn’t even sure why he was doing what he was. He wasn’t the type to do such things and normally if he ever saw something like this, or something that even seemed this suspicious he’d be the first to tell someone about it. But there was something your eyes that made Stan not, something behind the watery gaze you held that made it seem like you needed help.

So slowly Stan managed to get you to follow him and he led you through the woods while you limped, struggling to keep up with the boy before you. Though Stan never rushed you and instead was very patient. It wasn’t until he reached his neighbourhood did he stop, and from a bit away he viewed his driveway. Stan originally had never really thought about how he’d explain this to his parents and from what he could tell, it seemed you were against the idea of any adult knowing about your presence.

But it seemed, fortunately for him, Stan’s parents were working late.

“Come on.” He urged, glancing back at you. Somewhere along the line he’d offered you his coat after he noticed you shivering and now you wrapped the same jacket around your shoulders with care. “We have to hurry.” You nodded in response, limping as fast as you could to his house. Stan didn’t stop rushing you until you reached his bedroom, and softly he shut the door behind him only to find you standing in the middle of his room.

“You can- can sit on the bed.” 

“Bed?” You questioned and Stan narrowed his eyes, taking a step toward you. “That. You can sit there.” He clarified, pointing to his bed. You followed his command, sitting on his bed with his jacket wrapped around you and Stan sighed heavily.

What the hell was he suppose to do now?

From what he could tell, you spoke english but very little and you didn’t understand the simplest of things. And Stan wasn’t an idiot, it was obvious you were in some kind of trouble he just didn’t know how or what kind. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing; he should just tell someone, his parents. But he knew you’d be upset if you did….

Staring at your lithe form, Stan shook his head. Even if you’d be upset Stan knew what was best for you, and that was getting you help; even if you didn’t want it.

But, until his parents got home, he’d mention nothing of it.

Silence filled Stan’s room as he stood before you and you sat down, gazing around his room in wonder. It wasn’t until you gazed back at him did you speak; “thank… you-.”

Stan’s eyes widened in surprise that you spoke but none the less nodded. He was about to respond before he realized he didn’t even know your name. “Your name.” You glanced up at him, eyes wide in wonder and Stan sighed again; “your name. What is it?”

You seemed to pause in thought and your eyes fell down to your lap before you shrugged; “no name.”

Part 2?

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o-flairegan  asked:

Why did they think that doing that musical recap of Season 2 was a good idea? That was the most problematic thing for many reasons.

Because they also did one last year.

Last year’s was okay. This one was a mess for a bunch of reasons: the thing about Kara & Lena; nearly skipping any mention of James; and actually skipping Alex and anything to do with the Danvers sisters altogether.

So: let’s unpack “they’re just friends,” since that’s what most people are yelling about

Was it necessary? No. Was it a good idea? No. Was it rude? Yes. But does it also suggest that the actors are tired of being asked and/or harassed about Supercorp? Yes.

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BTOB REACT: To their girlfriend being short and not being able to get the cookies from the top shelf

Anonymous said to kpopgroupsreact:
Hii can i request something? How would Btob react to their girlfriend being very short and she was trying to reach cookies from the top shelf but couldn’t reach it so she got really sad and pouty. Thank you so much already! I really love your blog<3

Such a cute request <3 and thank you for loving my blog <3333

I kind of…well I kind of let this one write itself so to speak. With BTOB it just happens, lolololol. I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted.

In the tags I wrote ‘born to eat’ by mistake, but you know what? That’s pretty accurate. So, I kept it. hahahahahahahahahahaha

Eunkwang: He likes feeling needed (who doesn’t?) so when he sees your sad pouty face he’d break into a smile and walk over to help you get the cookies.

“It’s alright, the shelf is higher than normal shelves. It’s not just you jagiya.” He’d make a mental note to keep the cookies on a lower shelf so you could reach them more easily in the future.

Originally posted by nuagedeplumes

Minhyuk: You made a frustrated noise, getting down from the stool and kicking it away from you. Minhyuk rushed over to find you pouting with your arms crossed, eyes looking sadly up at the top shelf where your favourite cookies sat.

“I thought you were hurt or something. Don’t scare me like that, y/n. If you wanted something you could have just asked.” He’d be relieved you were alright, and amused by your reactions at the same time.

(You’re welcome.)

Originally posted by k-pop-it

Changsub: When he watched you attempt to reach the box of cookies on the top shelf he knew he was in for it. When you failed and looked over to him sadly he’d try to ignore you because the truth was he had eaten all the cookies and had just left the empty box up there.

“Y/N, it’s alright. Just forget about the cookies, let’s um…eat some ice cream instead!”

When you refuse and go to find a stool (cause you know him well and he’s being all suspicious and Changsub-y) he knows he’s in trouble.

Originally posted by ilhoomj

“God please help me, gotta hide all the dangerous items before she finds the evidence.”

Originally posted by jungilhoon

Hyunsik: He would be laughing so hard over your cuteness. He was going to help you reach up to the top shelf, but when you started pouting and stomping your feet in frustration, he couldn’t help it.

“You’re such a kid y/n.”

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Peniel: When it comes to snacks, it’s business. Peniel doesn’t mess around with things like this so when he sees your sad face, looking longingly up at the delicious cookies on the top shelf he’d be all over it.

“Shhh, don’t worry Y/N. Those cookies will be yours. Trust me.”

Originally posted by nuagedeplumes

Ilhoon: He’s mean AF, so seeing you suffer will only entice him to make fun of you.

“Haahahahahaha, good luck with that y/n.” (he was the one that moved the cookies to the top shelf)

Originally posted by illxhoon

But he’s not a total jerk, so just to see you smile he’d get the cookies down for you. Just this once.

Originally posted by 21taes

Sungjae: Being the extra dork that he is, when he sees you struggling and all sad, he’d come in with a bag full of your favourite snacks -including your cookies.

“Your prince charming has arrived with your delicacies madame, so you don’t have to be sad about not reaching the ones on the top shelf.”

(He could have just used his long-arse arms to get them, smh).

Originally posted by dongwookoppa

Got7 reaction S/O child from previous relationship calling them Dad.

fuckrealityihaveablog said:Can I get a GOT7 and BTS reaction where their S/O has a child from another relationship and one day they call them Daddy/Appa? Thanks 😊


BTS Version   // Visit my page for other reactions, I didn’t link the masterlist (don’t search masterlist tag on my page, a very old post might pop up, just scroll and you’ll find the up to date masterlist.)

JB:  He was tired from all the playing with the kid and just wanted to sit down and relax. But the kid didn’t want to stop, he wanted to play more. “Why are you sitting down Appa?” Those words gave him all the energy in the world, to continue playing.

Originally posted by daefsoul

Jinyoung: (ok so i’m pretty sure that’s a kid, but just act like if the kid was really young like 3 or something) .Ever since then he would actually introduce you to others as his own.

Originally posted by hello-eyerenee

Jackson: He was trying to help the kid say their first word, and “Appa” sure wasn’t one of the words he had on his list…..But after the kid called him Appa, he couldn’t stop smiling, all the other words he had in mind, soon vanished.

Originally posted by got7ish

Mark: He was so shock, he wasn’t expecting that, especially since most words that came from the kid was gibberish. But “Appa” sure was clear as day, also was the smile on Mark face.

Originally posted by lovelivemark

Youngjae: He doesn’t want the kid to be confused and really think he’s the kid Appa, so he tries to explain the best way he can to the kid without getting the kid confused. But the kid wouldn’t hear his explanation, he just kept saying “Sssh Appa”. He found it so funny and cute.

Originally posted by got7ish

Bambam: Confused as hell, that sure does catch his attention tho. “What you talking bout boy?”

Originally posted by jaebeat

Yugyeom: Mom to kid: “What are you doing sweety?” Kid: “Walking with my Appa” Him: “Did you hear that? she’s walking with her Appa, now we can’t stay long for questions, I’m taking my daughter for ice cream.”

Originally posted by chappiechanyeol

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