which is like a day before his

A man who performs exorcism narrated that during his recitation during an exorcism he spoke to the jinn who threatened him and promised to come after him that night. The man unphased by the threat went home remembering Allah before performing each action and then reciting his athkaar before going to sleep – reciting ayatul Kursi and the three quls.

The following day he returned to continue the ruqya during which he proceeded to ask the jinn why he had not come to harm him like he promised. The jinn replied “I came to your home, but your bed was surrounded by angels so I was unable to reach you”.

We may not see how following the Sunnah protects us from the unseen, but trust in Allah and always strive to remember Him specifically upon waking up and before going to sleep.

Winter Soldier x Reader Drabble

This is my first one ever, please be kind as I am very sensitive about my writing. I know I have a lot to learn.. Thank you for reading

@brighterlights @bovaria @buckybarnesdaily @bemystucky

Your lungs burned from the distance you had ran, ’ How….how did he find me, I was so careful ’ You thought as you ran. Afraid to look back only to see his face inches from yours, your thighs tightened from the over exertion of the miles you had covered in the dense forest.as you ran your mind rewound for the day you met the one called ‘the asset’.
“ Merci ” You said with a smile as the woman handed you the freshly baked scone which smelled like how you thought heaven would, only to turn around and hit what felt like a brick wall. You nearly fell to your butt, but before you did a strong yet cold arm snaked around your wrist. I’m so s-“ You started but was cut off by lips slamming against yours, your eyes widened by the sudden kiss but your mind quickly went hazy from the intensity of it. As the skilled lips pulled away from yours, the owner brought them to your ear. ” Pretend to me my girl and you won’t be hurt “ The voice said in a gravely tone, a shiver slipped up your spine and the only response you could give was a nod. They pulled back and your knees went weak, before you stood a man who looked as if he came off a romance novel cover. Your fingers moved softly over his broad chest as if to make sure he was real as he held you closely to it, ” We need to move “ He said softly then turned you in his arm and bean to walk down the road. You tried to look around, only to feel him pull you closer which made your cheeks flush from the sudden close contact. You slowly raised your gaze to look at him only to be pierced through when his steely blue eyes met your green eyes, immediately dropping your gaze as you tried hard to hide your rose red cheek from the man who could very well be a living God. Much like the ones you quite enjoyed reading about in your book of mythology, though he quite out shined them all with ease.
Yelping as you were suddenly pulled off the Main Street into a dark dank alley, only to gasp as he trapped you between himself and the wall. He began to lean in towards your lips, his large size and strong body had you completely at his mercy. ’ I can’t believe this is happening to me ’ You thought as you closed your eyes tight hoping it would end soon, only to instead feel his hot breath brushing against yours. You didn’t dare open your eyes, afraid of what you’d find when you opened them. ” Keep your eyes closed “ The man whispered, you heard other footsteps coming closer then felt him move away. Someone began to speak and whatever they were saying was in a language you didn’t understand, though it sounded to be Russian or German.Then without warning you heard what sounded like a fighting breaking out, guys going off and fists finding their mark. The urge to open your eyes was getting harder to fight, but before you could the alleyway went silent again.
The only sound was from a singular person who seemed to be breathing hard, ” You may open your eyes now “ The man said shortly. Though when you did, you nearly lost your lunch, the bloodied bodies and the bullet casings all around but the man before you seemed almost unscathed. His hand held his side as blood slowly seeped through his fingers, a grimace passed over his face for a split second. ” You’re hurt “ You asked as you stepped forward only to be met with the barrel of a pistol against your forehead, gasping softly and you froze unable to think of what to do. You sighed softly as you knew what you had to do, even if it meant getting hurt. Gently pushing the gun down as you stepped forward, ” You kissed me and basically took me hostage without complaint, but when I ask if you are hurt and try to check you point a gun at me. You need to learn better people skills sir “ You scolded the man which seemed to leave the stoic man dumbfounded.
Only when your went to move his hand from his side did he move, his fingers wrapped themselves tightly around your neck and your body was flung to the ground as he slammed you down. The air escaped your lips from the force, leaving you gasping to try and get some back. The look you saw within his eyes was something you would never forget, it was like that of a trapped animal. He looked angry yet at the same time so terrified, your heart took an unsteady beat from such a look as well from tightness of his fingers that held your neck so firmly. If not inability to breath, you would take notice of how strong they were or how handsome the man who held you was. Slowly you reached up to touch him, your fingers grazed his cheek gently which seemed to pull him from whatever nightmare held him so tightly. He almost violently pulled himself away from you, as his hand was removed from your throat a loud gasp left your lips as you tried to fill your burning lungs. He looked down at you the looked away, he seemed to be having a battle within himself as he stood before you. ” You nearly killed me “ You tried to yell but it came out nothing more then a raspy whisper, ” I only wanted to check your wound “. You coughed and growled as you slowly got up but saw the man before you looking quite unsure, sighing loudly you rolled your eyes then stood up straight as his eyes raised to meet yours. ” My flat is close by, at least let me check it “ You said softly as you pointed to your side, he looked then looked down at his own, he said nothing but began to follow as you walked.
It was a silent walk back to your flat, especially as the sun had begun to set and the streets were deserted.” Come in “ You squeaked out as you held your throat softly while you walked into the small flat, it wasn’t fancy and was perfect for a single person like yourself who only needed the basics. The man seemed to be in his own world as you went to get the first aid kit, but as you came back you saw a sight that was unexpected. Before you was the man but he was barred from the hips and up, his muscles were all toned and shining lightly in the dim light of your apartment. Though that was not what caught your attention, it was the arm that shocked you the most. ’ That was why his arm was so cold against me ’ You thought as you gawked over it as well how even him breathing moved his muscles in a way that would normally make you lose your mind. You cleared your throat, which caused the man to spin quickly and flung the picture he had been holding at you. You squeaked as you ducked to avoid the frame before it hit the wall, shattering to a jumble of wooden pieces at the base of the wall.
” How many times do you plan to try and kill me today “ you scolded as you turned from looking at the broken frame to the man, only to gasp as you saw the look on his face. “Don’t worry, it was just a frame. Now let’s get you fixed up ” You said with a soft smile, though as you saw the sadness in your eye you fought the urge to run over to him and hug him to make him feel better. He followed you to the cough and set with his left arm lifted up to show a deep scratch from likely a bullet grazing him, “ Ok I am going to disinfect it then wrap you up ” You said softly only to cough from your throat still hurting. His head snapped around to look at you then looked away as soon as his eyes met yours, “ I’m sorry ” He said barely above a whisper. You gasped silently and quickly hid surprise that has come to your face, only to be replaced by a gentle smile. “ Just don’t do it again ” You said only to see him look over with disbelief and swore you saw a blush on his cheeks as he looked away when your eyes met.
It was an easy fix that left silence between him and you, but he easily accepted dinner only to eat it as if he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in weeks. Now in a surprising turn of events, you set shoulder to shoulder with the man as reruns of I love Lucy played on the TV. You’d sneak glances over at the stoic man to see even the slightest of smirked from Lucy’s antics or Ricky’s scolding of Lucy for her said antic, but before long the events of the day caught up to you and sleep took over.
The man set watching Lucy stomp the grapes in Italy, a smirk coming to his face as he did and when he looked over at the woman he was astonished to find she had not only fell asleep but she did leaning against his metal arm. Her head rested softly against it as if it was a normal thing to do, “ You are a weird one ” He said softly then slowly got off the couch. He looked down at her, as if trying hard to remember who’s she looked. He found a piece of paper and left a short note before her, but before leaving he left one more kiss upon her lips then disappeared into the night like the shadow that he was.
It wasn’t til the next morning when you really felt the pain from the day before, you awoke with a thirst like no other and the skin sensitive to the touch. You looked around for water but instead found a note on the coffee table that set in front of the couch, carefully taking it in your hand as if worried it would disappear. It read ’ I must say no one has ever sassed me and lived, I am sorry for your neck and I want to thank you for bandaging me up. Don’t look for me, I am but a ghost. I was thankful for your help, and I will never forget that kiss ’ then was signed with what looked to say “asset”.
There was never a day that you didn’t think of the strange man who called himself “asset” or wondered where he was or how he was doing, if he was even alive or if he had died. Never did you think that you would see him in a remote town in Romania, nor did you ever think he would recognize you or try to advance towards you as before. It had been 5 years and in all that time you would think a man such as that wouldn’t remember someone such as yourself, especially with how he looked now. He was beefier and his facial hair had come in.
Something dropped down in front of you as you ran, which made you slide to your butt as you tried to stop quickly with the quill covered forest floor. The tower of a man stood before you, he looked so different yet those steel blue eyes were still the same from that time. Sadness, fear and hatred swirled with ease within them. You could do nothing but gawk at him as he began to walk towards you, and before you could even attempt to run away again he was at your feet. Worrying for the worst you closed your eyes tightly and waited, only to be surprised as his hand grabbed your upper arm to pull you up.
Blinking quickly as you realized how close you were to the man, only to gasp loudly and jump to the side as he brushed your butt off from sliding on the forest floor. “ Hey hands off ” You said a little to loudly as you had become aware of how attractive the man before you was far to quickly for your own comfort, your heart beat erratically again as you tried to calm yourself. His eyes widened at your response then smirked, “ Why, I have already touched it all ” He said in a silky smooth voice which made your knees go weak, you growled softly at how much power he held over you with ease. “ By the way, I never did get your name ” He said with a smile as he stepped forward and took your hand in his, kissing the back of it before looking up only to make you stare far to intently on those gorgeously plump lips.
“ Y/N ” You replied then cleared your throat as you stepped back, trying to compose yourself before this man who put the entire species of men to shame. He smiled brightly at your name and said it a few times, which was not helping your heart or the urge to kiss him and see if it was still as intoxicating as before. “ I’m Bucky, and I never did forget that kiss ” He said and with one swift movement had you in his arms and pressed tightly against his frame, he leaned down and without even saying another word he pressed his lips to yours. It was like and over flowing river, powerful and uncontrollable. Your knees buckled beneath you, happy that this man had such a grip of you would have fallen down. He pulled back panting softly, “ Still as I remembered it ” He said softly with a smirk as he looked over your face.
’ One way or another, this man will be the death of me ’ You thought as he slowly leaned in for yet another kiss……

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“The Sun and Moon did fall in love but no one said it was a happy story.”

Let’s talk my Sun/Moon Spirit AU ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

tumblr fucked up my image quality okay lets get that out of the way if you want better quality, click on the images.

  • Both Mari and Adrien are half-spirits, actually being part human. 
  • On days they feel like it and are physically allowed, they transform into their ‘human’ versions.
  • Granted, their spirit versions look human but on Earth, they can be disguised as normal people. 
  • As spirits, neither age and have seen centuries upon centuries of different decades. Though because of this, they can have fun adjusting to different eras and are fascinated with these ‘modern touchable squares’.
  • Each night before the dawn, Mari has to set out morning stars which Adrien can see when he awakes, a big reason why he fell in love with her. 
  • Mari, however, has seen Adrien, but only in his human version, and not knowing who he is, falls in love with this human. 
  • They only see eachother, of course, via eclipse. 
  • When the eclipses occur, they don’t have a lot of time so every time it does;
  • “Moon Spirit, how lovely you look today! May I take your hand in marriage now?” 
  • Mari always just laughs and politely declines but in the back of his head, he knows he does want her hand in marriage. They part ways, say the usual goodbye and “keep the morning stars coming’.
  • Then Adrien waits for the next eclipse. He always does. 

More on this au and character designs to come and possibly a gifcomic when I get back to Australia but yeah, this one is semi-angsty and i’m r e a d y.

Jason Brinley surprised his wife by decorating their bedroom with 7,000 love letters. He spent months writing notes on Post-Its and arranging them on cardboard panels- which he used to cover the walls. Every note contains something he loves about her, like ‘I love that you put animals before people,’ and 'I love that you sing when you cook and no one else is around.’ Source

Surely someone has done this before but either way, here are the IG posts from YOI’s ED and most importantly, their captions.

Also this post is hella long I’m sorry.

christophe-gc Reunited with bae
[Me too Chris]

mickey-crispino Awesome day!
Here we are in Florence.
We are taking extremely fun time with my sis!
@ sala-crispino
#Florence #michelecrispino #florencecathedral

phichithamster Crepe ❤️😁
[For some reason his username changes from phichit+chu to phichithamster here… so which is the truth??]

JJleroy!15 Let’s party now! 😎
#Singapore #party #it’sjjstyle

seung-gillee 🐕

otabek-altin This escalator is so long.
It’s been a long time since I last came to Almaty.

+guanghongji+ New bicycleeeee 🚲✨✨

yuri-plisetsky
#StPetersburg #Russia

v-nikiforov Nakasu in Japan!
Everything is really great and delicious!
#nakasu #Japan #ramen

v-nikiforov Time flies so fast.

[And last but not least…]

yuri-plisetsky Lion

Does anyone remember how a few days before the airing of episode 12 of Yuri on Ice, a picture of Yuuri in this prince-like costume was released

and people immediately began hoping that this was his exhibition outfit for the duet with Victor (which was still unconfirmed at the time) and people drew beautiful fanart of them skating together and everyone just prayed for it to be true?

And then, we not only got the pair skate (or rather, ice dance), it also turned out that Yuuri wore the same costume as Victor, but in shades of blue and we all just released a collective gasp at how beautiful they were together in the matching outfits.

Those were good times.

Okay so we’re all really happy about the victuri kiss (like holy fuck so happy) but I’m gonna stop freaking out about that for one moment to point out that Phichit won gold!! And made history as a Thai Skater! 

Like I feel like for obvious reason figure skating in someplace like thailand isn’t seen as seriously as it might be in someplace like Russia and I’m just so happy for him. Plus he won over Yuuri, who did a move at a time in his routine that not even Victor had tried before which just shows how blown away the judges were by his performance.


It must have been a really big day for ice skating fans in YOI that day. A Thai skater winning gold and Japanese and Russian male skaters kissing on international television like damn. I’m just so happy for all of them. 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, at least in LA—
For Dan, Phil, Jack, and Pewds, ‘twas in fact Christmas Day.
But for Mark, the clock chimed out eleven at night,
And he scritched Chica’s ears as he reached for the light.

All his friends and his loved ones were likely asleep,
But Mark texted “goodnight” before counting his sheep.
His eyelids grew heavy, mind drifting toward dreams,
When the silence was shattered by thudding and screams.

“Oh, godDAMMIT!” A voice echoed out of the smog;
Mark jumped out of bed and tripped over his dog.
He recovered and made for the window with poise,
Which vanished when he spied the source of the noise:

‘Twas Arin, decked out in a red coat and hat,
With a sleigh full of gifts and an elf-costumed cat.
And pulling the sled as it hurled through the sky
Were the Game Grumps and Holly—turns out, they can fly!

They were dressed up as deer, with bright antlers and hooves,
And cute onesies to keep them all snug on the roofs.
Their noses were painted; t’were tails on their butts,
As they flew past the window (and Mark’s frantic “WHAT”s).

“Now, Suzy; now, Barry; now, Ross, Dan, and Brian!
On, Vernon; on, Holly; on, Jack, Matt, and Ryan!
To the top of the house, without hitting more walls!
And don’t challenge me, Ross; you don’t have the rein-balls!”

As Arin called out, the Grumps swooped in to land;
Mark wondered if he should go offer a hand.
The rooftop was angled, not built for a sleigh,
And a hospital’s no place to spend Christmas Day.

But before Mark could move, he did hear a soft sound—
‘Twas the thump of the sled as it safely touched down
And the shuffling of friends on his roof in hoofed feet,
So Mark whipped out his phone, and he tweeted a tweet.

“All the @GameGrumps in costumes came out of the sky.
They’re up on the housetop! I swear I’m not high.”
Then his phone gave a buzz in the palm of his hand,
For @bwecht had replied, “Mind your own business, man.”

Mark huffed but then straightened and made for the stair
After giving the screen one more halfhearted glare,
For he heard Arin’s boots on the living room floor,
And Mark had a few questions, and then several more.

Arin bustled about, a large sack near his feet
From which he took gifts and then stacked them up neat.
A smile lit his face with each present retrieval;
When he laughed, his form shook like a bowl full of evil.

“Dude, what the hell?” Mark demanded, perplexed,
“You broke into my house! Where’s the courtesy text?
And why didn’t you tell me our friends can all fly?
Are these presents a trap? Like a face full of pie?”

Arin’s eyes, they did twinkle; he spoke not a word,
Merely finished unpacking, Mark’s questions unheard,
For his headphones were hidden beneath his red cap.
Then he vanished, his ears full of jolly gift-rap.

Mark gaped like a fish, then he rushed out the door;
All the Grumps shot him hand-hearts and took off once more.
They explained not a thing; Arin yelled, merry-bright:
“Happy holidays, all, and to all, a good night!”

Mark facepalmed and dragged himself into the house;
Not a creature was stirring, neither Chica nor mouse.
All the gifts glimmered, innocent, under the tree;
They could wait til the morning, post-sleep and coffee.

And so if, in December, you hear a strange sound
While you’re sleeping with nary a witness around,
Just remember this tale, and do try not to jump
If you creep out of bed and discover a Grump. ;)

It seems like prior to the episode Not What He Seems, we would often see Stan resting on the chair in the living room when he wasn’t working in the shack, and often times taking a nap on it, but after Not What He Seems, there wasn’t as much of that.

Which makes sense because before that episode, Stan was working on the portal all night and would have had to catch up on his sleep in the day.

Getting Ford back allowed Stan to get a full nights sleep for the first time in 30 years.

hi literally as we speak pilot!sherlock is blinking open his eyes and rubbing away the cobwebs and then rolling over to nuzzle himself into pilot!john’s chest which is warm and soft. they’re both hardly awake, but john’s coming around as sherlock kisses his shoulder, and then up his neck, and then onto his cheek before finally settling on his mouth which causes john to smile into the kiss and breathe “morning gorgeous” in a gravelly voice that hasn’t yet been used that day. and sherlock is just giggling  in that super deep tone and blushes before rolling ontop of john and just sitting on his lap, bending down to hide his face in john’s neck and whispering something like “i can’t put into words how happy you’ve made me” which causes john’s mind to finally  start working as he realises it’s january 29th, the day they met seven years ago. they’ve been married two years already. they kiss, john cries a little from happiness, and then they have morning sex before making poached eggs on toast, eating it in bed, having even more sex, going for a walk down hyde park and then, in the evening, they go out for dinner at angelo’s. 

they’ve never been happier. 

I actually felt like inking the last few days which was nuts so I tried to finally dash this off before my willpower evaporated–willpower evaporated before I got to his bow (why is Hanzo’s bow so freakin detailed?? gd…), so he got a sword instead because I can’t let this picture haunt me anymore hahaha

Anyway, I guess this is R!Hanzo’s basic look? At the moment? 

Watch what you eat

Second day of a Bloodborne campaign

DM: you manage to open up the clam and see a small white fetus like creature inside.

Corbin: I grab it and eat it! (Rolls nat 20)

Leon: I shove my fingers down his throat to make him throw it back up!! (Rolls 4)

Alric: I kick him in the stomach to try and make him throw up as well.

This led to about 15 minutes of players fighting each other over this fetus, before Corbin threw up pearly white liquid for 5 minutes and getting punched in the stomach which finally made him throw up the fetus. Which was then shoved into a sheepskin condom Leon had found earlier in the game.

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What are you looking at?

as mentioned before, feeling crappy these last days. so I decided to do what we all like to do when we feel meh but still wanna draw smth- portraits! :’‘D

my love for 76 grows everyday which is probably in big parts because he reminds me of one of my own chars that I’d kill for. I saw smwhere a pic of 76 with a cigarette in his mouth n I really liked the idea. had to borrowed it~ I personally like the gold version more but I made the blue one for those who prefer cold colours and/or don’t recognize 76 without blue lol

check out my commission table!!

Model Behavior

Summary: Jack is getting ready to do a photo shoot for Alicia’s friend.  Bitty comes along to keep him company, when Bitty suddenly becomes the model. Jack’s reaction to the photo is… interesting.  A quick little ficlet which takes place during Jack’s senior year.  Also on AO3


Jack hated photo shoots. Absolutely hated them, but Alicia had a favor called in and he found himself in a position of not being able to say no. And so, begrudgingly, Jack Zimmermann was on his way to Boston for a one-day shoot.

“Like an actual shoot shoot?” Bitty asked wide-eyed as he told him about it over some ginger peach pie the evening before.

“Yeah. It’s for some clothing line. They’re going to dress me up like a puppet and then I have to stand there, and smile like an idiot.”

“I dunno, it sounds so fun to me. I’d love to model!” Bitty said then sighed, “Alas, I am vertically challenged.”

“Euh… do you want to come with me?” Jack asked pushing his pie around the plate with his fork.

“Really? And like watch?!” Bitty practically bounced off his seat.

“I guess so, Bittle. Don’t make me take it back.”

“No! I’ll behave. I promise! It’s going to be so much fun.”

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everything i need i get from you by moodlighting/ @mooodlighting

Historical AU. It’s two days before Christmas, and Harry has only two pounds and thirty pence to his name to purchase a gift for Louis.

since i’ve found you by rearviewdreamer/ @all-these-larrythings

Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary’s church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.

coming up for air by stylinsoncity/ @alienproof

It’s a long plane ride to LA but sitting beside Harry makes time fly.

we’ve got unfinished business by suspendrs/ @fukcinglouis

There’s a ghost in Harry and Louis’s apartment that seemingly just wants them to date.

cameras flashing by juliusschmidt/ @juliusschmidt

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

if i should stay by gloria_andrews/ @gloriaandrews

Louis is a television actor who suddenly needs a bodyguard. Harry is the bodyguard he ends up hiring.

A fic loosely based on the classic 1992 movie The Bodyguard.

the impossible now by stylinsoncity/ @alienproof

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

lips speak louder by bravefortheboys/ @bravefortheboys

Pool water dyed blue, a deep hatred for R.E.M., shorts catching on fire, a karaoke night that somehow changes everything, an angering lack of proper communication—oh, and what’s camp without a bit of rivalry?

(AU in which Louis is a summer camp counselor along with a few other less-than-qualified people just trying to make it through the next four weeks in one piece. The curly-headed bloke from the camp sharing the campsite with them surely won’t let that happen)

space oddity by velvetoscar/ @mizzwilde

Louis’ blessed with the inconvenience of getting his neighbor’s mail. It works out really well for the both of them.

inconceivable by alivingfire/ @alivingfire

Louis and Barbara Tomlinson are twin brother and sister. Harry’s in love with Louis, Niall’s in love with Barbara, and they both go by Tommo. It gets a little confusing.

in vogue by otpwhatever/ @otpwhatever

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’ confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)

Rogue One as a Star Wars movie

I feel like the difference between Rogue One and the rest of the Star Wars franchise is kind of like the difference between Poe and Cassian; they’re both charismatic latino pilots of the Rebellion, but still very different.

Poe is the original Star Wars. A charming, heroic posterboy, with a cute beeping droid, idolised and loved by everyone. He remains untainted and innocent all along, despite going through like 8 types of different shit during just that one movie. Of which each of them would be enough on its own to cause a total nervous breakdown; He gets chased through the galaxy, gets physically and mentally totured, is lost in the desert after crashing and escaping custody just before his execution, and losts several dear friends in battle. He’s still a beaming light of hope, trusting and befriending Finn the first chance he gets, and still saving the day in the end.

Cassian, on the other hand, is generally distrustful and careful with people he’s just met, with a sarcastic murderbot for a companion, not a puppy-like one. He warms up slowly to people and has no illusions about them and the word. He doesn’t even gets an on-screen “reason” for that, as it is often demanded in blockbusters; he’s been fighting this fight since he was 6 years old, of course he’s gonna be in the moral grey-zone sometimes, duh. Still, he’s a genuinely good and nice person, who believes in a bigger cause and fights the good fight, for the people he loves and for the better future he believes in. He’s willing to go to the end of the line, to give his life for hope, for others. He’s the Rogue One himself; a little less obviously lovable and naive, but more human, more real.

Also, you love them both very much, don’t you?

Infatuation (pt7)

Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

“Taehyung heard the sound of a whistle and looked around. The world was in motion all around him, but his mind was foggy. Suddenly he was on the ground, eyes going dark, and the image of you with Jimin flashed through his mind before he blacked out.”

Genre: Fluff | Angst
Members: Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader
Word count: 2301

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Happy New Year

He was chewing on a peppermint and he had pine needles in his hair.

Lily Evans bit into her popcorn ball and chewed thoughtfully. As a general rule she liked to not stare at James Potter for too long, just incase he noticed and decided to do something about it. The last time he’d noticed her staring they’d made out for twenty minutes in a closet with a broom sticking into her back. They were both late to class.

Lily let her green eyes float from the messy black hair atop James’ head all the way down to his feet, which were bare. He was digging his toes into the thick burgundy carpet while he talked with his friends. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were making fun of him. Lily knew only because his ears were red and he was laughing awkwardly. Lily watched his toes dig into the rug more as he cackled. Lily wondered what made him go barefoot in the drafty castle like it was the middle of summer, instead of the day before the Christmas holidays.

Everyone was going home tonight. James was likely saying goodbye to his mates for the holidays. They were all going home apparently, even Sirius Black was going home with James and he never left Hogwarts. Lily had chosen to stay at Hogwarts for the Holidays. Home wasn’t a place she had wanted to be and Hogwarts at least had her friends (and James).

Currently, Lily was alone in the back corner of the Gryffindor common room. Her position isolated was something that had clearly escaped James’ notice. If he had noticed, she most certainly wouldn’t be alone. Lily didn’t mind the peace and quiet; it gave her time to watch him. She learned a lot of things by watching James the past few months.

For example, she learned James favored leaning on his right leg and when he got mad he waved his arms around like a lunatic. Lily knew he liked sugar in his coffee and milk in his tea. She had inkling he was afraid of snakes and preferred warm weather to cold. She had learned all of this by watching him. Lily’s green eyes focused on the bit of the pine in his black hair. Sirius had brown leaves clinging to the back of his sweater.

Suddenly hazel eyes met green eyes and she was no longer unnoticed.

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Here are some of the highlights of Grimmy’s interview with Jake GyIIenhaal:

- Nick’s opening line was: “I can barely hear you through that beard. If you’re not watching, Jake has the same colour of hair, beard, eyebrows, and jumper, which is like talking to a haystack.”

- Then he went straight into the Valentine’s Day incident. At first, Jake tried to lie he had sent the flowers but they were rejected. But then said he just forgot, and he’s better at texting so he’ll just give Nick his number, so he can text him when he wants flowers, and then when Jake doesn’t text Nick back he will have some time to come up with another excuse before he comes on the show again.

- Then they bonded over not knowing how to carry their little dogs, doing it as if they were babies and not dogs. And Jake said if Nick’d sent him an email “Jake, I want to wrap you up like a baby” he might’ve responded

- Nick offered Jake to choose a song to play, but Jake said “I’m OK, thanks”

- They were talking about Ryan Reynolds and how he’s great and nice (cause Canadian) and Grimmy said Canadians have the hottest prime minister and that he emailed him on Valentine’s Day and he actually replied (cause Canadian) and now they’re dating

- Nick asked “Do you think you’re good?” Jake “There were moments when I thought ‘OK. That was good.” Nick “Did you do that in the mirror?”

- Then they were talking about lying and calling in sick, and Nick said that today he tried to do that and told Fiona he didn’t want to interview Jake Gyllenhaal but she’d told him to suck it up. Jake “Were you honestly or were you just bummed about the email?” Nick “Yeah, I was heartbroken, I’ve been in therapy for three months.”

In conclusion, they are in love.