what's on this week end


i understand. you found paradise in tumblr. you had some good posts, you made a good blog, the blacklist protected you and the tags were plentiful. you didn’t need a friend like me. but now you come to me and you say “outofcontextarthur, they’re not monkeys, muffy was a hippo”. but you don’t ask with respect. you don’t offer friendship. you don’t even think to call me godfather. instead, you come into my blog on the day my daughter is to be married and y

Sorry for my inactivity recently!! i have no excuse but anyway happy valentines day!!! my artist followers consider participating along with this mysme valentines week! (also consider this crazy competition)

me, last night when I thought my best friend was abandoning me: I hate her and she’s the worst person ever and I’m never going to speak to her again so she’s knows how I feel!!
my best friend, this morning: hey, wanna hang out today
me, now: 💖💖💖💕💕💕❤❤😍😍😍😍✨✨❤❤💕😍😍💖💓😍💓💘💘😍💞💖💕💛💟😍💜❣💙💓💚💓💕❤😍😍💕💘😍💗 YES!!! ABSOLUTELY!! LET ME CLEAR MY SCHEDULE!!

Mike was never a big fan of Valentine’s day. To be quite fair, it may have been his least favorite day of the whole year. It was just a dumb day where his sister would rush off to school to be all grossly romantic with her boyfriend and his parents would be out all night on a romantic dinner that left Nancy to babysit both of the younger kids (her form of babysitting consisted of strict homework time, vegetables for dinner, and early bedtime. What fun) and kids at school teased him with insulting fake Valentine’s cards. The upside, if any, was the cheap drugstore chocolate that went on sale the next day, which he raided with his friends as they pooled their allowances together. With Eleven around, naturally, she had a lot of questions, most of which her best friends answered with enthusiasm and great detail. When she asked the dreaded Valentine’s Day question, Mike Wheeler felt his cheeks burning up before his friends could even open their big mouths in laughter or light teasing. To get out of the question unscathed, he quickly threw together an explanation with hearty emphasis on its stupidity and cheesiness, though quite aware of El’s dissatisfied expression. She didn’t press the matter, to his surprise, and they all went on with their month, dreading the lovey-doviness at school on that stupid holiday. As the day rolled around and the four boys locked their bikes onto the rack, Eleven pulled up quickly afterward—little pink bows and heart hairbands that Hopper had affixed into her curls and a wrinkled paper bag in the basket of her bike. She fished through the bag and proudly handed each of her best friends the specially personalized cards she made (construction paper hearts practically dripping in glitter and lace with carefully penned cheesy poetry and sentiments) along with full sized candy bars. Rolling their eyes playfully at the dorkiness, Lucas, Dustin, and Will hugged and high-fived and fist-pumped her in thanks as they ran off to class. For some odd reason, though, Mike noticed her utterly puzzled expression as she looked for his…. “Hey, El, it’s really no problem if you forgot mine. I’m just..uh…happy to spend the day with you. We can go the arcade or something after school,” he said easily, not really paying attention to the eery smirk appearing on her face. Eleven quickly kissed his cheek, shoved a Valentine into his hands, and chased after the boys before she was late to science class. Mike Wheeler was certain in that moment that his entire brain function shut down, as he could barely focus on the heart-shaped card long enough to read the flowy script on the front— “Roses are red, Violets are blue, Eggos are very sweet, But not as sweet as you”

Kind of a Drabble: Unveiling the Truth

Instead of just sending his hawk, Sasuke decides to actually make an appearance to Naruto before the wedding. With his Rinnegan always activated, he’s able to see some sort of strange aura surrounding Naruto that many others wouldn’t notice.

Activating his Sharingan, Sasuke realizes it’s actually a genjutsu finely weaved into his mind fueled by his own chakra system. After notifying Naruto, they bring in Tsunade, Kakashi, Sakura and Hinata; this is far more serious than the planned wedding and must be fixed immediately.

Hinata is first asked to confirm this by using her Byakugan and checking Naruto’s chakra pathways. She confirms that there is something attached that’s drawing his energy, but she doesn’t know what it is. Sakura then does a full medical check to make sure Naruto hasn’t been hurt in a drawn out fashion, to discover somehow Kurama has been suppressed and an additional seal has been placed to silence him. Kakashi produces a way to remove the seal, while Tsunade helps Naruto pinpoint the last time he was hit by a genjutsu to determine the reason for this. It turns out the last time he was placed in a genjutsu was when he helped rescue Hanabi, during the time he could see into Hinata’s mind and triggered the beginning of their relationship.

A unanimous decision is made to let Sasuke break the genjutsu out of fear Ōtsutsuki Toneri may be clinging to Naruto’s mind to try and manipulate him somehow.

Seeping into Naruto’s mind to break the genjutsu and remove the seal, Sasuke suddenly feels the connection between them magnify an exponential amount, comparable to their final battle. Kurama’s chakra and the link to communicate with Naruto floods through both Sasuke and Naruto giving them a clarity to the situation as the Fox rapidly explains what happened.

Apparently going through the genjutsu was the first step: it gives the capability of recording the memories and mind control to Toneri over anyone who comes through. Since Naruto was the most powerful individual to pass through as well as the object of Hinata’s affections, Toneri latched on to him. Next came the control spheres, one of which was placed in Hinata. Somehow, from a flaw in the design, an error occurred that when Naruto manually removed one from her, she had the ability to manipulate his will unknowingly. After they bested Toneri in battle, the small power initially placed over Naruto was used to suppress Kurama and the tie to Sasuke; they were his only chances at removing Hinata’s unintended mind control. If Toneri couldn’t have Hinata, he’d make sure his power over Naruto could.

Returning to reality, both Naruto and Sasuke explain what happened. It’s made clear that Naruto has been coerced into returning Hinata’s feelings. Her jealousy over Sasuke’s and his bond smothered from Naruto’s mind because she was willing it to be as such. Why else would he suddenly return her affections years after a love confession when he has always been devoted to Sasuke?

Horrified, Hinata calls off the wedding and makes her departure. As sad as Naruto is for Hinata, he can’t help feeling relieved and rather happy. His connection to Sasuke is back and stronger than ever. His furry comrade is also back, and suddenly he doesn’t feel so weak and tired anymore.

After all this time of Sasuke feeling beyond grateful for Naruto being his savior, it’s Naruto’s turn.

It really resonates with him that he now knows what love is “supposed” to feel like after experiencing the facade with Hinata. Naruto now knows what to label the unknown he’s always felt with Sasuke. He finally unveiled the truth that he’s in love with his best friend and understands Sasuke has always felt the same. If one thing was made clear to Naruto, it’s that there is no way in hell he’s leaving Sasuke alone again and maybe, just maybe, it’s time to know what being in love feels like.. together.

Love Me Like You Do-Baekhyun (T)

Royal AU

AU List

word count: 11,662

rated T for mature themes, but nothing too explicit.

a/n: here’s my new project! I decided to put it all in one go, but I added breaks so it might be easier stop and come back to :)

You’re the cure, you’re the pain
You’re the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much (x)

Sitting in the high backed chair trying your best to keep a perfect posture, you keep your eyes down focusing on your meal; which was the food in front of you and not the handsome boy sitting at the opposite end of the table. You felt his eyes on you, watching you, not sternly but protectively. In case the slightest mishap were to happen, you knew he would come up with something to divert the attention from you without hesitation.

Because the eyes of your peers were always on you.

Because you didn’t belong.

Because you were only here to entertain the prince. And entertain the notion that just maybe, you meant something to him.

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He saw her, in the soft glow of the festival lights, and he realized she was undeniably, absolutely, and perfectly beautiful. 


ML FANDOM WEEK 8/14-8/20


Wings 2.0: Alternative Ending

Originally posted by jeonify

A/N: The much requested alternative ending to WINGS is here!! Sorry that it took so long, but I got a semi-writer’s block on this one, but I managed to finish it! Pfew! Enjoy reading!! <3 <3 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst and FLUUUUFFFF Guardian Angel!Jungkook

Word Count: 4012

Summary:  When a guardian angel is assigned to become your companion, love is forbidden between human and angel. Once those three words are spoken, the guardian angel is set to fade and be replaced.

Your heart started beating when headlight shone into your eyes. It was one sharp sound, before it all went wrong.

It was one last look you gave him, before everything blacked out in front of your eyes and your body was rolling over the car front and your head hit the concrete.

There was blood everywhere. Sirens sounding through every corner as people gathered around you and a helpless boy called for help.

“Please! Call the ambulance! Please! Oh god, Y/N! Stay with me!” Jungkook half-cried and yelled. “Please…!” He begged, but you were already losing power to stay awake.

“Oh god, no!” He panicked, before he moved his hands to your arms and the same bright light you have seen earlier in the bathroom appeared. It felt warm and gentle, but sadly, his powers were not strong enough to heal your injuries.

His cries echoed to the back, your own conscious slipped away and the darkness engulfed you completely when everything went silent.

It felt like some sort of thud, when you felt your head being pushed back to something soft and your whole head started to twist. There was something pressuring your head, and you had to try and open your eyes to see what it was.

What seemed like glue sticking to your eyelids, you forced them open and looked around. You found yourself in a white room with a open window, allowing the summer breeze to come in and refresh the room. It was quiet, except for the little birds chirping from outside.

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 Day 6: First ‘I Love You’ and Day 5: First Argument

Not Technically Their First 

Molly didn’t give a fig about what John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, or even William Sherlock Scott Holmes had to say on the subject: just like the first cheek-kisses, that first exchange of ‘I love you’s’ did NOT count.

“But I meant it,” Sherlock protested. “You know I did. And I know you did as well. So how can you bloody well decide they don’t count?”

Molly met him angry glare for angry glare. “Because we were both forced into it, Sherlock! Against our will! And I absolutely refuse to count that, no matter how much we both meant it!”

Instantly Sherlock’s glare melted into a relieved smile. “So you believe me? When I say I meant it?”

Molly nodded, her own expression becoming somewhat puzzled. “Is that why you were pressing it so hard? Because you thought I didn’t believe you?”

He nodded, meeting her half-way when she reached out to catch his hands in her own. “Oh, Sherlock, of course I believed you! How could I not, when I heard it in your voice the moment you said it? I can tell when you’re lying to me, or when you’re trying to humor me! You meant it just as much as I did, there was never any doubt in my mind.”

“Then why are we fighting about it?” Sherlock asked as he drew her closer.

“Because we haven’t said it without a gun being held to our heads, figuratively speaking,” Molly replied. “Meanwhile you’re going around telling anoyone who will listen that I’m as good as moved into Baker Street, when you’ve never even asked me - and no, I won’t, by the way,” she interrupted herself to add firmly. “There is no way I’m giving up my kitchen for yours. Certainly not before we’ve discussed things!”

Sherlock laughed and held her closer. “That,” he proclaimed when she tilted her head up to meet his gaze, “is one of the many, many reasons I love you, Molly Briana Hooper,” he proclaimed happily.

“And one of the many, many reasons I love you, William Sherlock Scott Holmes, is because of the way you say my name,” she replied, eyes gone soft with a sentiment she no longer needed to keep hidden from him. “No one else says my name the way you do.”

“I’ll do my best to keep saying it the way you like even after you become Molly Holmes,” he assured her, leaning down to steal a kiss.

(The argument about whether or not she would take his name IF they ever got married – which eventually they did – lasted much longer than the one about whether those first ‘I love you’s’ actually counted.)

(For the record, Molly Hooper-Holmes fell just as beautifully on her ears as ‘Molly Hooper’ ever had.)


(toffee shoves his fist in his mouth the second “cute” leaves his lips, moon doesn’t notice because she’s horrified none of her headbands fit anymore)

(gently slides this under the door for Moontoffee Week day 2)