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Do Ji Han (Actor) phone call with Taehyung
TH: Hello? JH: Hello. TH: Yes. JH: Taehyung-ah, where are you? TH: I’m going to our maknae Jungkook’s graduation for a bit right now. JH: Congratulations, Jungkook-ssi. TH: Why? Where are you, hyung? JH: Hyung is doing an interview right now… TH: Okay. JH: Hyung is gonna ask you something. TH: Okay. JH: Within [the Hwarang cast], who is the most handsome? TH: In between us? JH: Yeah. TH: Between my hyungs? JH: Yeah. TH: Hmm…I think it’s Minho-hyung. (Clip: It’s not Banryu*) It’s not hyung, though~? JH: Bye. TH: No, it’s hyung, it’s hyung. JH: (To staff) You heard that right? Thank you, Taehyung-ah. TH: Okay. JH: Hyung will call you later, okay? TH: Okay, I got it. JH: Taehyung-ah, I love you~!
*T/N: Banryu is Do Ji Han’s character in Hwarang.
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Originally posted by lightgamble

Kala and Wolfgang having a pillow talk. while Wolfie tries to keep the whole truth to himself, Kala continues insisting on him about ‘when’. she asks ‘so when was it?’ Wolfgang raises eye brows and just smiles, acting like he has no clue of what she wants to know. Kala clings onto him ‘don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. tell me, when was it?’ Wolfgang gently strokes Kala’s arm ‘when was what?’ ‘that I became the first thought you have when you’re awake. the last thought you have before you fall asleep’.

Wolfgang pulls her closer to him, so that her body is on top of him. ‘why are keep asking this stuff? you can literally go inside my head right now, and find out the answer for that’ he runs his fingers through her hair, as Kala touches his wispy beard. ‘because I like when you say your thoughts out loud’.

but again, Wolfgang gives back smile instead of answer. Kala groans a bit ‘ugh. fine. I’ll guess then. fair enough?’ he nods. ‘was it…when I tried to stop you from going to your uncle’s place?’ Wolfgang shakes his head. ‘was it…when I first saw the snow in Berlin?’ he shakes it again. ‘was it a day when we’re in cafe and at the temple? wait, was it when we sang together in my dream?’ Wolfgang keeps smiling but says nothing. Kala’s face stiffens a bit ‘it’s not the wedding day, is it?’ He gives a short laugh. ‘well, stop smiling and tell me, when was it?’

Wolfgang opens his mouth as he plays with her hair ‘it was the day when…I had this craving for Indian food. so I went to Indian restaurant near the market, which is a few blocks from my apartment. back then…I was with this girl who wanted some kind of relationship with me…and I told her I wasn’t looking for any of it’ he stops for a moment recalling the memory of that day. ‘then? what happened?’ Kala asks. Wolfgang meets her gaze ‘you’.

then quickly looks elsewhere because he’s still not used to tell the whole truth to Kala ‘haven’t stopped thinking about you since then’. Kala doesn’t say anything, and Wolfgang can’t decipher her expression right now. he asks ‘is that a good enough answer for you?’ she kisses him deeply until they’re breathless. ‘it’s perfect’.

kadethedoublefacedmuse  asked:

Angel!Hunk AU, whether in canonverse or a modern day AU. I blame you for calling Hunk a literal angel

i love this so much?? here’s my one idea (the other is based heavily on a les mis spn-verse fanfic so i’ll spare you lmao)

  • guardian angel au (in canonverse) where he’s supposed to be watching lance
    • shows up as lance’s roommate at the garrison. lance seems like a nice kid. sure, he gets into shenanigans a lot, but nothing super dangerous. it’s not a hard job and he genuinely enjoys lance’s friendship.
    • then lance goes making rash decisions as per usual but oh god now there are aliens and cover-ups and government agents and lance please let’s just go back to our rooms
    • but it’s too late and now they’re hurtling through a wormhole in space and hunk is starting to realize that this is a lot more work than he thought it’d be
  • includes content like:
    • hunk freaking out after the bomb and possibly using a liiiittle angel magic to make sure the ship didn’t blow up when they used pidge’s “upgrade”
    • hunk knowing that rolo and nyma were up to no good and as soon as he realizes lance flew off he’s preparing himself to hunt them back down
    • being very, very grateful to keith for getting blue back/uncuffing lance, and also for saving lance from the airlock. hunk is seriously considering deputizing keith.
      • there is…..a possibility of klunk here……
    • hunk’s hesitance to stay with voltron is because he thinks he just needs to protect lance, but then he realizes that his job has become much, much bigger and now he’s essentially a guardian for the whole universe
      • he is mildly overwhelmed
    • during 2x02 when hunk is mind-controlled and fighting lance?? oh my god?? he would be freaking out so much afterwards??

so yes, thank you kade, 10/10 good au idea

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!

“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen


With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.

Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.


Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.


Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms


Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”

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The “I should be studying for finals but instead lets just draw” set of doodles//

Post-Reveal: Outside Observers
  • Alya: Is that Mari and Adrien?
  • Nino: Hmm? Oh, yeah.
  • Marinette: *talking to Adrien*
  • Adrien: *leans in closer, smirks*
  • Marinette: *flicks his nose, walks off and beckons him to follow*
  • Adrien: *chases her with a lovesick smile*
  • Alya:
  • Nino:
  • Alya: I think I need to go lie down.
  • Nino: Babe no I saw it too.
A Sorry Situation

Request: an angsty oneshot with Yoongi. like he had a super bad day cause he couldn’t finish a song or smtg and u just wanted to talk to him and give him some food because he’s been hours locked in his studio and he lashes out at you. But super fluffy at the end?

AN - I changed the original request a little bit, I hope it’s okay ~
The idea of Yoongi actually lashing out at anyone is so heartbreaking though… I hope you enjoy -Kaitlin

Genre: Angst | Fluff
Members: Yoongi x Reader
Word count: 2,894


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Couch Cuddles(Peter Parker x Reader)

ohmygod you’re open again!!! this makes me so happy bc your writing is incredible. but anyways here’s my imagine,, Peter cuddling with his girlfriend after a long day being spiderman to which he tells her his whole situation as she listens while giving advice & she lets him lie on her chest & plays with his soft hair. he falls asleep & she kisses his forehead & falls asleep too. ok, i needed some fluff after a rough day. but thank you and hopefully you get my imagine & have a good day! x

Originally posted by couplenotes

The lull in your conversation was replaced by Peter’s tired, muffled voice saying, “An old lady almost got robbed today but the thief was an idiot.” His head rested on your chest so he could hear your heartbeat. With your hand stroking his hair, you hummed to show him that you heard. “Hmm, yeah? How’s that?” you ask him, genuinely curious. “The guy,” Peter started before interrupting his sentence with a yawn, “The guy that grabbed her bag decided that the deed had been done and just strolled into an alleyway. Let’s just say …”, he yawned again before continuing, “Let’s just say he wasn’t exactly difficult to trap against a wall. Getting the fucking bag was kinda difficult, though. Through all the webbing.” You chuckled at that and responded, “You’re right, that guy was an idiot.”

“It’s getting kinda tricky to avoid the police,” he told you with a huff. He was obviously very annoyed by the NYPD’s attempts to capture the web-slinger. “Maybe Spiderman should pay them a visit, then,” you suggested, “Y’know, to tell them that Spiderman is trying to help.” He nodded against your breast and hummed in agreement. “But,” he added, “What if they try to get me? I’ll be so close to a jail cell they’d make me swing in!” “Reminder that you’re getting ‘em so many rebels and criminals you might not even fit. Maybe you can string a baddie to their ceiling as a demonstration,” you said with a huff of laughter. He chuckled against your chest.

“I can always talk to my Dad,” you told him sincerely, “Or I can jump off a building and you can save me. It’ll get you points with the chief.” He lifts his head off your heart and looks at you sternly. “You will not be put in any situations of danger because of me, okay? Especially not by yourself. Promise me you won’t do anything just to get me on your Dad’s good side. I can deal with the NYPD’s stupidity but not with you putting yourself in harm’s way because of me.”

“I solemnly swear that I will not put myself in harm’s way,” you say and you place a kiss on his forehead. With that sorted, he rests his head against your breast again. “I like these,” he whispers, making you erupt with laughter. “Of course you do, Babe.” When you settle down from your burst of laughter, Peter cuddles into you more until your heartbeat lulls him to sleep. When you look down, you smile gently at his sleeping face. You snuggle into his warm body and fall into a nice slumber with your own personal heater keeping you warm, inside and out.

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  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>my mom:</b> *tells me about the death of a family member who I am not close too*<p/><b>me internally:</b> ok gotta choose a good emotional response that I can mimic. Tears?? No, I can't fake cry. I can show surprise, because yeah I'm pretty surprised. Hmm, ask multiple questions. How? Where? Nice nice. Empathy? Nope, don't have the energy to do that. Sympathy? yeah I can do that, they meant a lot to my mom and I love my mom. In conclusion, shock and sympathy. Use that to cover the fact that you don't have any emotional response to her passing.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Haikyuu!! Drama CD「ど忘れの゛ど゛」
Feat Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Shirofuku Yukie, Konoha Akinori
Haikyuu!! Drama CD「ど忘れの゛ど゛」

Haikyuu!! Drama CD feat Bokuto Koutarou and Akaashi Keiji! Based off the Fukurodani omake here.

My friend translated this for me some time ago, and Fukurodani fans, please share your joy with me!! More insights into Akaashi’s character (AND HIS VOICE IS JUST NNGGH!) and yell with me about cinnamon roll Bokuto! 

Akaashi: Otsukaresama desu.

Bokuto: Why is that so?!

Akaashi: Hmm? Only Bokuto-san is here?

Akaashi: Mmm, everyone is late to arrive for club activities today.

Bokuto: Ask me “Why”, Akaashi?!

Akaashi: “Why”, Bokuto-san?

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