who even comes up with this words

We all write about the angels who fell, but what about the demons who rose?

Devils who are too pure to be burning in dark pits, but not quite divine to be taken through pearly gates. Devils who love the sky and count the stars. Demons who take the sun and the moon as new lovers and the planets as new friends. Demons who laugh and dance in the rain the first time those watery drops touch their skin.

Demons who try to be good. Demons who rebel. Demons who still have a little malice in their hearts. They play practical jokes, lie, cheat, steal…sometimes they apologize. Most of the time, they just make it up with another grand gesture. Forgiveness comes because the sentiment is there, even if the words aren’t.

Demons who make friends with fallen angels. Demons who trace their scars where the wings used to be. Demons who remind them that they’re not evil because they fell to Earth, and angels who reassure them they’re not bad because they came from brimstone and fire.

Demons who read books and hate the movies that are made out of them. Demons who don’t read the books and love the movies. Demons who read poetry. Demons who think science is a lot like magic and just as complicated to master.

Demons who start to appreciate humans, and secretly root for them to be good. Demons who have nightmares about Hell, and call each other at 4 am. They don’t have to say anything, and they stay, phones on their ears, in silence, because they understand. No one wants to go back.

Demons who are thankful for Earth, happy for a middle ground. If they can’t go up to the Heavens, and they don’t want to go back down to Hell, then at least they have this. The one place they can be both good and bad, and no one will hold it against them.

Just in case you ever worry you’re not Adult™ enough and don’t have enough self control for when it comes to creative projects, (cause I get asked a lot “how do you get yourself to focus” and similar questions) I have a literal separate profile on my computer that has nothing on it but Word and my project folders. No browsers, no apps, not even god damn solitaire because if I have a single thing to do other than write, I won’t do shit.

So if you’re one of those people who struggles to focus and you keep beating yourself up over not having the willpower to just make yourself focus: stop. You’re not failing, you just haven’t found the method that works for you yet.

Keep going, you’ll get there.

May the heavens bless Luffy for coming up with the perfect words to relieve Sanji of his terrible burden.

If you think about it, up to this point this arc was everything about Sanji not being allowed to be his true self - he was ridiculed and abused by his own family for being kind, for being vulnerable, for being human. Part of the reason why he was still in so much agony even when he was free to leave was because his kind and vulnerable inner self was demanding him to save even his cruelest abusers. 

But Luffy gives him the affirmation to be who he is, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He’s basically telling Sanji that he didn’t expect any less of him, that such kindness is why he wants him back and why he chose him as his cook in the first place. To Luffy, no more explanation or apology is needed in Sanji being Sanji, regardless of what kind of danger that may bring forth. If that is not the greatest salvation for Sanji’s poor soul in this arc, I don’t know what is. 

Sweet Tooth (M)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: ass play, oral (receiving), exhibitionism (?),  dom!kookie, SMUT.

Word Count: 2,980

Summary: You were bored. Stuck at home all night with nothing to do, so you decided to call up a friend and politely invite yourself over for a movie night, and you’d bring all the treats. Who could say no to that?


Me: hey, dipshit. What are you doing tonight?


Muscle Pig: ???? rude. Just watching movies at the dorm, the guys are out this evening.


Me: aw. Still can’t play with the big boys? Tell you what, why don’t I come over and keep you company?


Muscle Pig: Wow ok. You can come over if you’re bored. No need to pretend it’s for my sake. We both know you want to be alone with me >:)


Me: Ew, please. Anyway, I’ll be over in 15… and because I’M helping YOU out ok????


Muscle Pig: mmmmmmhmmmmm sure ok, got it *wink wink* whatever you say. See you soon.

You trudged down the hall to the boys’ dorm, arms carrying at least half a dozen bags filled with popcorn, candy, chips and every other snack necessary for a movie night. To be completely honest, you weren’t here for the overgrown man-child. You’ve been feeling frustrated as of late, the responsibilities of work and school weighing down on you and not giving you time to, well let off some steam.

It’s been about… six months? Yea, that seems about right.With no time to get into a relationship, a one night stand was seeming more and more tempting. You pushed your thoughts aside and set the bags down in front of the door. You entered the passcode and stepped inside the boys’ dorm.

“Kook! Where are you? Come help me!” You yelled from the entrance. You heard him pause whatever was playing, and soon he was standing, or rather, towering over you.

“Well, hello to you too.” he quipped, his signature smirk plastered on his face. He grabbed a few of the bags you brought and walked back into the dorm, leaving you by the door. You huffed as you removed your coat and shoes, picked the rest up, and followed him into the kitchen. “What did you buy? It’s just the two of us why did you bring the entire store?”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled out a few sweets and popcorn, getting ready for your movie night. Once you had everything ready, you met Jungkook on the couch, and began watch the rest of the comedy he had on. Jungkook looked over at you, two bags of candy in your hands as you watched the movie. He chuckled at your behaviour, and reached over to the coffee table to grab a bag for himself.

“Wow noona, you really love candy huh?” he said as he watched you pour half a box of Skittles into your mouth. “I’m kind of glad you brought them though, I didn’t realize how much of a sweet tooth I had until you came over.”

You turned and gave him a small smile, though the one returned to you seemed to have hidden intentions. You pulled the small blanket up your body as you continued to watch, the chilly autumn weather now seeping in. Damn, why did I have to forget my heating blanket? You thought as you started shivering under Jungkook’s throw. The shorts and t-shirt you had on proving to be a bad idea. You then felt a hand around your wrist, pulling you with such force that you have no choice but to comply. You end up on Jungkook’s lap, hearing him mutter something about body heat and science.

The position you’re in isn’t the most comfortable, your legs ended up straddling one of his surprisingly large and firm thighs, but the heat was nice so you stayed. Besides, you kind of liked how his thigh felt, not that you would ever admit that out loud. Jungkook started complaining about not seeing properly, and moved you to the side, as you shifted yourself so he could see. The movement had you rubbing against his thigh in the best way, and before you could stop it, a breathy moan escaped your lips.

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161224 kino fancafe update (trans)

It seems everyone is asleep. I came really late. Today I wanted to write early but because this and that happened it already ended up being 12. You’re all sleeping well right? Today too was a really happy day. Even though the weather is cold, every day you wait together for us, people who are far away and support us seriously, everyone who only uses pretty words with us, I always receive this~~~ much emotion and come here. How can all the world be pretty like this. Thank to you I forget all the tiredness and I can do everything. Today too I felt a lot of love and I was so happy I could die. Thank you. Even when I don’t say it you know it right? Let’s meet in dreams. My loves today too, I love you, you’re precious.


NDRV3 Character Trailer #4

Fourth and final character trailer. Cut for space purposes.

**Please do not use this translation for subbing the trailer! Check out @kaibutsushidousha for the subbed version in a little while!**

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so I don’t know if someone’s already come up with this before and I just haven’t heard of it, but. I have a term I think would be useful to the otherkin/fictionkin community… 

sourcemates. Like canonmates in a way; they share a source material with you, but they are from a different timeline, perhaps. I have several friends who share a source material for one or more of our kintypes, but we’re not from the same canon. I feel that there should be a word to describe the importance of this connection, even though we’re not canonmates. 

so sourcemates, then, could apply to entire subcommunities of fictionkin, i.e., all Undertale kin would be sourcemates, and so on. Or it could be more personally related, so a friend who shares a source material you could call your sourcemate. 

so uh if you think this is a cool and useful term could you reblog this post maybe so others can see it? I feel like I must not be the only one who could make use of a term like this! 

The moment I fell IN LOVE with Rowan

Heir of Fire - Sarah J Maas

It’s the way he asks “Who did that to you?” It’s his reaction to seeing her scars. He immediately leaves because he’s so ashamed at himself for not having known that she was a slave and that she suffered. And then he comes back, doesn’t say a word to her, just scoops her up and carries her to his room - to where it’s warm and safe - to where he can keep an eye on her. And once he makes it clear that he isn’t pitying her, he wants to know what happened. He wants to know everything. Because he cares. Even then.

Do you realize how important this scene is?
It’s basically saying that Naruto’s loneliness is Sasuke’s as well. The swing always represented Naruto being alone, sitting there and growing up by himself. And it’s Sasuke who comes up to him, standing next to him, staying by his side. Showing that he will share his pain, that he is there for him even though he doesn’t admit it and it doesn’t even need words because this gesture is enough. I’ve always wanted to have a scene like this because it has such an important meaning. It might not be done by Kishi, but I am so glad the studio put that in. Because if you compare these pictures, the second one doesn’t look all that lonely anymore. Sasuke is watching over him. 

Boss!Harry AU - Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5

Here’s part three in the series! No sexy stuff in here unfortunately but a little bit of angst for your reading pleasure. In part four, it’s going to be like Boss!Harry on tour in New York so this part was necessary to get to that part. I hope you guys like it! x

Question upon question is running through your mind but your mouth is drying up and no words manage to escape your lips. The boy in front of you, no older than five, maybe even younger, with fair hair, green eyes, and his elephant toy, is the same boy from the photos sitting above the fireplace which you spotted those few weeks ago and he tentatively climbs down from the steps, moving them back to the corner of the room, as though he’ll get in trouble if he doesn’t, before coming back to stand in front of you, staring up in wonder at this new person who’s entered the room in his home. His and…his father’s home?

You try to croak out a ‘hello’ or a ‘hi’ but the words of your mind don’t make it to your mouth and the boy just holds on to his cuddly elephant even tighter. He’s heartbreakingly cute, possibly the sweetest looking thing you’ve ever seen, and without even needing to ask, you know he’s Harry’s boy. He’s got little Superman pyjamas on his body and tiny frog slippers on his feet to keep him warm against the cold floor of the apartment. It’s not freezing outside but it’s definitely getting colder the nearer it gets to the winter months, and the now distant comfort of Harry from mere moments ago reminds you of just how bitter the weather was getting outside.

“Daddy says…daddy says not to talk to strangers,” he squeaks, looking away as he does, worry, about what to do, in his eyes which are now searching the space either side of you. You realise you’re blocking his escape route if he wants to run back to his bedroom and step aside to let him go through. But he doesn’t move.

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9 Reasons Why You should Love and Support Brooklyn Nine Nine:

1. It has a diverse poc cast that reflect Brooklyn/NYC demographic. Black, Hispanic, Italian, Jewish. Unlike other shows that are set in NYC and like to pretend poc don’t exist.
2. The man in charge is an openly gay black man who regularly talks about he made the precinct a more inclusive space
3. There is no slut shaming. When Gina and Boyle hooked up he kept it a secret out of respect for her even when the word got out.
4. Jake respected Amy’s rejection and patiently waited for her to come around. No stupid I know you love me scenes.
5. The only two characters that don’t know how to do their jobs and ride on everyone else’s coattails are two white men: Schully and Hitchcock.
6. Jake and Boyle’s friendship is adorable. The masculinity is not fragile. No one ever makes fun of them for being so close loving each other as friends.
7. This show literally demonstrates how a straight man and woman can be just friends. Jake and Gina.
8. Roza is a bad ass even though she’s tough there’s been numerous moments where she shows her vulnerable side. Everyone respects her and she’s not trying to prove herself or compare herself to the men on the team.
9. When people make fun of each other it’s not a below the belt shot at their race, gender, sexuality etc. It’s actually funny things like: Santiago sucking up to the captain, Jake is reckless, Roza is a bad ass, Terry is a muscle head who loves yogurt, Gina is snarky to everyone, Boyle loves food, the Captain is boring. No one pokes fun at each other’s marginalized identities.
10. This show is literally an inclusive game changer. Why can’t more shows be like this???

Pink- Peter Maximoff x Reader

Request: [Peter Maximoff] where he’s in love with the human reader who one night falls asleep when hanging out in his room and the next day he wakes up to find her with pink hair or something whilst she’s still sleeping because big moments such as falling in love can trigger mutations???

A/N: I loved this request! It was so creative and unique, the requestor didn’t specify who they wanted the reader paired with so I hope Peter is okay!

Originally posted by soquick-muchsilver

“Okay come on Peter, just a few more problems,” a loud yawn followed your own words.

“Ugh,” Peter groaned, kicking his feet up on the desk you two were sitting at, “we’ve done so many, plus I don’t even think you’re going to last that long,” he smirked at you. You gave him a small shove, but he was right, you’d been tackling his review for hours, it was well into the night by now, and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy.

“Come on Peter, I promised I’d help you pass your test and that is what we are going to do,” you rested your head in the crook of your arm on the desk. Peter rolled his eyes slightly, but sat forward picking up his pencil again.

“Alright number thirty-two,” you yawned again.

“(Y/N),” Peter murmured, “you look exhausted, and I really do appreciate the help, for real, but you can go, I can finish these, you seriously need some rest-” he had started rambling as he often did, so you sat up, rubbing your eyes and cut him off.

“I’m good, let’s do this,” you smiled at him. He smiled back, and returned to his work.

You don’t remember falling asleep after problem thirty-two, but you must of because when you woke you were no longer in the library, you were laying in a bed with a blanket draped across you, but it wasn’t your bed. You sat up quickly attempting to determine where you were, when you heard a soft snoring. You whipped your head to the left, and there sleeping in a cramped arm chair, with his legs hanging over the side was Peter Maximoff, silver hair a mess on his head. 

You must of fallen asleep in the mansions library, meaning he must of carried you here after that. You twisted a strand of your hair between your fingers, feeling your face flush a little, somewhat embarrassed he’d brought you all the way to his room.

Peter, suddenly sighed a little louder and you turned to see his eyes fluttering open. 

“Hey,” he smiled sleepily at you, then as if seeing you for the first time, his eyes snapped open. “Whoa (Y/N),” he suddenly muttered. You stared back at him, confused for a moment, then followed his gaze the the piece of hair you were still holding between your fingers.

“Shit,” you mumbled, realizing your hair wasn’t its’ normal (y/h/c), but instead had turned a light shade of pink. You quickly scrambled off Peter’s bed, rushing to his bathroom door and shutting it behind you. 

“(Y/N)?” Peter knocked on the wood after a moment. “Are you good?” he paused. You sucked in a breath and leaned your back against the door. That was your mutation, moments that resonated with you triggered a change in your appearance which reflected your mood. Your hair in this case, was pink. You pushed your self off the doorway and stepped in front of the mirror, placing your hands in the marble sink and leaning in to your reflection. Pink, pink because you were falling for someone and he was right outside that door. 

You couldn’t help it, falling head over heals for Peter Maximoff. His smile, confident demeanor, humor and relaxed personality who wouldn’t be into him. The hue of your hair shined a little brighter echoing your thoughts.

“Seriously,” you muttered angrily to yourself, this had to be the most embarrassing and pointless mutation, and yet you were gifted with it. Normally you could keep it in check, under wraps, but in moments like this it was hard.

“Is that your mutation? If it is it’s pretty cool, I mean hell changing your hair color like no one can do that, I mean I guess you technically can with dyes and shit, but you don’t even need that-” Peter had started rambling again, but stopped the instant you opened the door. You kept your eyes trained on the floor for a moment before raising your gaze to his. He took in your appearance again, stare fluttering over you hair, which was still, to your chagrin, pink.

“I mean it’s seriously sick,” he smirked. 

The Girl Who Hates Christmas

Word Count: 1039

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Hatred of Christmas, Talk about death of a family member, Smidge of angst, Smidge of fluff, alcohol 

A/N: This one is pretty personal. Sorry. 

“Y/N?” Dean knocked lightly on your shared bedroom door and poked his head inside. “We’re decorating the tree. Wanna come help?”

“No thanks.” You didn’t even look up; staying fully engrossed in the Doctor Who marathon you were watching. “Not interested.”

“Are you sure?” This was Dean’s billionth attempt at trying to get you to do something Christmassy with him and you weren’t having it. You hated the stupid holiday and never wanted to celebrate it, but he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that you wanted no parts of it.

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Seventeen (Hip Hop Unit) reaction to s/o loosing musical role to someone not as talented.

anonymous asked: Can I request a SVT ( Hip Hop) reaction where their s/o auditions for the main role on a musical and is very talented but the one who gets the role is nothing near their s/o level, please?


S.Coups: Him: “Come on honey, we have to get on our PRIVATE JET, remember you have appointment to sing for THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND.” (Capitalized words=Yelling)

Originally posted by vernonhyungg

Vernon: The winner comes up to him to ask for his presence at the musical, even though his s/o didn’t win. Winner: “Hey…socanyoucometotheshoweventhoughyour-” (Bundle up words=Fast talkHim: *In his head* Did you really just ask me that dumb shit…..Imma just ignore that…

Originally posted by sneezes

Mingyu: He’s so angry, he completely went off about it off cameras, but when they turned on and they asked how he felt about the judges decision, it was best if he didn’t speak. Camera person: “How do you feel about the tough decision made by the judges?” S.Coups: “He’s overwhelmed….he’s so overwhelmed..he can’t even describe all the emotions he’s feeling right now..”

Originally posted by avesoul

Wonwoo: He gives no fucks who they picked. He makes you go in the studio with him, to practice. You two are not supposed to be in there, considering the fact that you didn’t get the role. When the winner and vocal coaches walk in, and see’s this, he just stares dead at them deadly. Like his eyes are telling them to “Get the fuck out”

Originally posted by uhilikechicken


Pro tip: don’t be that person that is mad that on Christmas church is full because there are people in church who aren’t usually in church. If you feel angered because the church is full, you need to take a long hard look at yourself. Whether a person comes to church one time a year or every Sunday, someone being in church is always a blessing. There are people that go to church once or even are just visiting with family and end up in church, who on this one day hear a word in season and are saved. And even the people who aren’t saved who get to see the church at its best, celebrating God and our Lord and savior, and that’s a blessing
So don’t be that person that scoffs at other people for coming to church. You have no more right to a seat in the pew as a person who comes once a year. You are not a super Christian just because you go more often. You get no special points. We’re all sinners and we all need God. And it’s not your place to huff and puff just because there are new face and a packed house
A full church should fill you with joy, no matter what day of the year
And that goes for New Years and Easter. Put away your judgment, remember who you are called to be as a Christian, and be a pleasant presence to these new faces.

A Coliver 3.15 coda.

“Marry me, Connor.”

Connor stares, wide eyed and shell shocked, thinking he must have heard wrong, because he can’t even begin to comprehend the idea that Oliver is asking him to marry him. His lips are parted but no sound comes through. The words ring in his ears.

Marry me, Connor.

“C’mon, say something,” Oliver whispers after a moment of silence. His hand finds Connor’s where it rests limp on their sheets. “I want you to marry me.”

“Um…” Connor awkwardly clears his throat and scoots up an inch on the bed. The other man leans back to allow him the space. “This is such a boner killer, dude.” Connor mumbles under his breath. He can’t even meet Oliver’s gaze.

“I know it’s not the most romantic proposal–” Oliver doesn’t miss the way Connor flinches at the word. “But I want this. I want you, I want us. Forever.”

Connor pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. He didn’t think he would ever hear Oliver utter those words to him–he certainly wasn’t expecting it now. Not when the state of their lives is invariably a mess. “Forever’s a long time, you know.” Connor finally says as he looks up.

“Of course I do,” Oliver says softly. “And I want it with you.”

He says it with such conviction that Connor almost believes him.

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Iron Will (Part 4)

Tony x Reader

Summary – Tony Stark isn’t a man who takes no for an answer, even if his feelings for you complicate an already delicate situation.

Warnings – Tony Stark’s flirting :) 

Word Count – 2,244

Notes – Things are starting to heat up!  I didn’t realize how much fun writing Tony could be! I really hope you guys enjoy this! I’m absolutely loving where this fic is heading!!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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Originally posted by iwantcupcakes


You flew back into New York about a week after you had left, landing your cargo jet expertly on a beautiful summer afternoon. There was always the couple hours of debriefing and reports to file, so it was closer to evening before you were finally able to make it back to your apartment.

You opened the door and immediately knew something was off.  You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you knew someone had been in your apartment. You pulled the gun from the holster on your thigh as you strategically swept through the rooms.  

As you rounded the doorway leading into the kitchen, you dropped your gun and let out a huff of annoyance. Sitting on the kitchen counter was a vase full of red and gold roses.  The color combination left no question as to who they were from.  You holstered your gun and walked toward the bouquet.  Pulling the card from between two blooms, you opened to find one short, handwritten message.

Meet me on the roof - T


You instantly looked up to the ceiling, a giddy feeling of anticipation rising within you.  The roof of this building had been the selling point for this apartment.  Being on the top floor, you were the only one with access.  There was a quaint, wrought iron spiral staircase at the end of the main hallway that led to the roof.  You had always planned on creating a rooftop garden, but when your missions increased following the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., you hadn’t had time to work on it. You still went up there occasionally with a glass of wine and a good book.

You unclipped your gun holster and laid it on the counter next to the flowers. You knew you looked like a mess, that’s what a twelve hour flight would do to you, but you didn’t care.  You were anxious to see Tony again, and he if were truly interested in you, then he was just going to have to get used to seeing you like this.

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Your Secret Santa

summary: as a result of boredom and christmas coming up, you decide to start the tradition of secret santa with the avengers. after receiving the slip of who you’ll be giving the present to, you can’t help but panic as you realize that the person you’ll be giving the gift to is your crush, bucky.

warnings: none, just a lot of fluff and cheese!

words: 3166

a/n: i’m a bit rusty as i haven’t written in basically forever, but enjoy!

Originally posted by monstacookies

With a sigh, you plopped onto the soft and comfortable couch before grabbing a pillow and holding it tightly against your chest, resting your head on it with a pout. “Guys, we’ve been sitting here for god knows how long with no new ideas.” You spoke releasing another loud sigh.

“I agree with Y/N, we’ve finished watching all the TV shows and films on Netflix and I don’t think that anyone in the entire world has done that yet, so we might as well be in the Guinness World Records. Is there anything else that we can do but sit here all day and think of nothing?” Tony asked, plopping onto the couch as well.

All of the Avengers were sitting in the living room, surrounded by Christmas stocking, trees, and everything else that’s festive. The lights that were strung upon the fireplace and the entirety of the apartment was illuminating with shades of red, green, and yellow.

A lightbulb sparked above your head, your eyes widening before you let out a small smile. “I’ve got an idea!” You spoke, sitting up properly and putting the pillow you held tightly to your chest to the side. “Since it’s almost Christmas, wanna do the tradition of Secret Santa?”

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Ok ya’ll. Last night I was thinking about muggleborn kiddos and about Harry’s gen being born in the 80′s and going to Hogwarts in the 90′s - and being a fan of skate punk, 90′s ska and other crap I had the thought about what the fashion must have been for the muggleborn children when they came to Kings Cross for the first time. How many of those kids do you think showed up in ripped jeans and converse shoes? How many of those kids do you think showed up in Green Day shirts that said DOOKIE across the front and the non-muggleborn kids were kind of embarrassed and whispered to themselves “why do they have that word on their shirt???’ And what about the older muggleborn kids who in their 4th and 5th years come back to Hogwarts from Summer break with skateboards under their arms and their non-muggleborn friends are excited because even though it’s a board with wheels “You can do tricks too?? Show me!! And this is a muggle invention??” And maybe they try to discreetly put a spell on the board to prevent you from falling off or something. And then maybe some of the kids have dyed their hair and when their friends ask them if they’re a Metamorphmagusthey just go “A what? I dyed it’ and the others go “YOU KILLED YOUR HAIR AND IT TURNED BLUE?? I WANT TO TRY”

like seriously though, I want to know about the skate punk scene at Hogwarts.

And on that note, can you imagine like Draco being the kid that would take a skateboard while the owner was sleeping and trying to ride it in the halls? “If muggles can do this and make a sport of it, it can’t be that hard.” And then he busts his ass on the first try.