you decide who is who

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“Did they make you president of the universe, too?”
“Well, the big vote is tomorrow, and I’m here to make sure every comatose patient has their say. Vote Ryder!”

  • Steve: In 10 years I can guarantee you I will be Tony's husband.
  • Bucky: In 15 years I can guarantee you I will be Tony's 2nd husband.
  • Tony: What happened to Steve?
  • Bucky: Series of unfortunate events.
  • T'Challa: In 20 years I shall guarantee you I will be Tony's 3rd husband.
  • Tony: ...what happened to -
  • T'Challa: Nothing you can prove.
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Sidlink and Volink are my current most requested ships to make art of, so why not have them swap Links for fun?

Surprise! I’m your secret skk valentine, @soukoku-writes!!
I suppose this can also count as my gift to you for uploading your first fic~
Guys, please check out Bob’s amazing writing. Here’s her ao3. 
Also, thank you to everyone who participated in the skk valentines exchange!!
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“what?”

I like the idea of ???% signing even more than originally planned, i think i’m going to do more!

*sees a skinny Taako*

My BOI mY Boi There he is goddAMn MY B O I. T HA T  IS  H Im ThERe.

*sees a chubby Taako*

My BOI mY Boi There he is goddAMn MY B O I. T HA T  IS H Im ThERe.

*sees a green/white/brown/gray/purple Taako*

My BOI mY Boi There he is goddAMn MY B O I. T HA T  IS H Im ThERe.

*fashionable Taako/fashion disaster Taako*

My BOI mY Boi There he is goddAMn MY B O I. T HA T  IS H Im ThERe. 


Just T A A K O.

Hold Me Tight | Pt. 1

( can you trust me? )

Part 1 | Part 2

Anonymous requested: Hwarang AU + Royalty/Servant AU
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff; Royalty AU + Soulmate AU (in which you know they’re your soulmate when you touch them for the first time + share extreme physical sensation after you meet)
Word Count: 5,930
Author’s Note: The original request… did not call for a Soulmate AU but I thought to myself hey what would make this more interesting and 10x more painful and thus, this concept was born. I actually got around to watching some of Hwarang before writing this, so I feel a little more qualified for this—but you don’t need to have previous knowledge of the show before reading this. Thank you @cheymint for dealing with my initial worry over the world building, I hope this satisfies!

Summary: Kim Taehyung is expected to spend the rest of his life within the company of nobility after joining the ranks of the kingdom’s newest royal guard. He anticipates alot of new experiences, new people… but the spark of a touch more powerful than anything before in his life is definitely not one of them—from the shadows of maids and housekeepers nonetheless.

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The morning greeting comes has it always does within the household: a pounding fist against his headboard as the blanket is ripped off Taehyung’s body. His natural instinct is always the same, which is to curl in upon himself as he lets out the faintest groan of dissatisfaction. “Must you always do that hyung?” The boy inquires, barely offering a side glance to the culprit of his current state of further exhaustion.

Standing above him with the edges of the blanket curled up underneath fingers, Kim Namjoon grins wickedly, already dressed in his robes for the morning lessons. “You know that without me, you’d be late to all your lessons. So step on it. Or do I have to call in Hoseok to help—?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m up,” Taehyung interjects, internally cringing at the thought of Hoseok being called in for assistance in trying to get him out of bed. The boy may have been older than both himself and Namjoon, but more often than not had the tendency to act like a child and Taehyung did not wish to start the day with Hoseok jumping on his bed.

Namjoon laughs at that, throwing the blanket off to the side. “Hurry up alright? You know Master Wooreuk won’t be happy to see you late again.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Taehyung dismisses with a wave, sliding to the front of the bed just as Namjoon slides open the door separating the bedroom with the long hallway before his footsteps become the only thing he can hear along the Hwarang household. With a grunt, Taehyung straightens up, laying out his robes for the morning lesson as he gets to work dressing.

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College tips:

With school starting soon, here are some tips!

  • Don’t sleep on your school library! I’ve saved so much money borrowing books that I needed for class instead of buying them from the bookstore or Amazon. I literally spent less than $100 on books for both semesters because I borrowed from my library. Also, check to see if your library has an inter-library loan program so that even if your library doesn’t have a book, they can get one for you from another library!
  • Take a language! Doesn’t matter if it’s not one of your major/minor requirements. Jobs and internships LOVE having bilingual/multilingual people working for them. And it’s always a plus to be able to engage with other people who speak the language. It opens so many doors for you.
  • Always, always, always be in contact with your professors. Make sure they know your name and your face because that will come in handy. If you need help with choosing essay topics, talk to them! If you have a question about an assignment, ask them! It might be intimidating at first but you don’t want to get to finals week asking for extra credit and they don’t even know who you are, especially if you’re in a large class.
  • If you’re a senior like me, do not wait until the spring to make sure you’ve taken/are registered for all of the required classes you need to graduate. For everyone else, it’s better to start that process your junior year. The last thing you want is to have your advisor run an audit in the spring and tell you that you’re 2 credits short of graduating and then you have to stay another semester. 
  • If you’re feeling burnt out and just need a mental health day, take it. Sleep in if you have to. Go home early if you have to. College is mentally draining but you don’t want that to affect your grades, your social life, or your overall happiness. If you need a day to recuperate, email your professor and take the day off. But don’t make it a habit. If you’re always feeling mentally drained, talk to counselors on campus. 
  • Don’t feel like you need to sign up for every club or go to every event. It will stress you out. Find at least 2 or 3 clubs that spark your interest and stick with them. It’s very common that you’ll sign up for like 10 orgs but only stick to 2 by your senior year. 
  • Make friends in your class because they will save your ass if you miss class. Those are the friends that will send you notes in case you’re out sick, taking a mental health day, celebrating a holiday, etc. Sometimes there are days where you won’t miss much but you want friends who will help you out for the important days. Also, it’s just nice having friends in general.
  • When it comes to making your schedule, give yourself lunch breaks, unless you just have morning classes. Do not schedule classes for that time. You gotta eat.
  • Also with scheduling, try and make it so that you have Friday’s off. In my 4 years, I’ve only had class on a Friday once and it was in the morning. As stressful as college is, give yourself a 3 day weekend to rest, hang out, or review class materials. It’s not necessarily a big deal but it is something to look forward to.

I feel like there’s more but if you have any, reblog!

the best part of seeing ClexaCon things is to watch this place created to celebrate wlw - an actual, proper space. one you can treat the wlw characters like the heroes they are, where we can have a safe space for wlw around the world to go there and meet their favorite actresses, where these same actresses are celebrated and have the opportunity to have a firsthand experience of the impact their acting has - i know they go to other cons, but in these places being wlw is just secondary, it’s like you’re stealing a spot or enjoying the crumbs; while ClexaCon is about them, it’s there to celebrate them. You can see by the way the actresses are reacting to the crowds, they never saw so many people gathered because of their characters like this. We also have a space to discuss what representation means, how to do it better, what the shows and media in general are doing right now. We have a place where people who care about this can meet each other - and what can happen in the future because of this? They’re also empowering artists, journalists, youtubers and people in general that can speak for us. Besides that, ClexaCon is a place where wlw can be free to be themselves, wear their wlw shirt without fear, meet another fans and have the experience to see that they are valid. 

Everything we talked about through this year and before that are important issues, but they’re often invalidated, so having a con out there where we can see people talking about this is a way to humanize the discussion.

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue

April 2

Simon

Waking up in Baz’s bed is too soft to describe.  Technically, I’m sure his bed is no softer than my own, but now there’s another level of soft, one that goes beyond a physical body-soft.  Soft like my entire soul is encased in cotton fluff. Heart-soft.

“Baz?”

He doesn’t open his eyes, just smiles a little, and his sleepy smile has my heart skipping.  “Simon?”

Crowley, just hearing him say my name, and in a voice still heavy with sleep, is enough to have me swooning a little.

           “It’s April second.”

           “Yes it is.”

           “Do you still love me?”

           Baz pulls me closer and when he speaks his lips brush my forehead.  “Today, tomorrow, every day after that.”

           His shirt is my new favourite smell and I bury my nose in it.  “It’s funny, if you think about it?”

           “Hm?”

           “We both told the truth yesterday,” I muse.  “We pranked each other every day except April Fool’s Day.”

           He chuckles deep within his throat.  “We really are pathetic.”

           “Guess that makes us both April Fools, huh?”

           “Speak for yourself, love,” he laughs, and I’m so gone.

Baz

“So,” Simon murmurs after a few more moments of silent heaven, “is the game over?”

           I shrug with one shoulder.  “Who won?”

           “Me.”

           “Really?” I raise an eyebrow.  “How?”

           “I’ve got you wrapped in my wings, Baz, it doesn’t get much better than this.”

           “I dunno,” I grin, “I think I definitely won.”

           Simon scoffs.  “As if.”

           “I’m wrapped in your wings.”

           “Well, I finally get to touch your hair.”

           “I can make you blush without even trying.”

           “I can shut you up by kissing you.”

           “Oh yeah?” I pull back far enough to meet his eye. “Care to demonstrate?”

           He’s laughing as he obliges me, kissing me gently like his lips are still sore from the seemingly endless kissing last night. I don’t remember having the strength to pull away long enough to climb back inside the room, or to change into our nightclothes, but at some point it must have happened.  Between toothpaste kisses and disbelieving grins.  I’d been a little afraid to suggest sharing a bed (I thought it might scare him away), but he’d climbed in beside me like he fit there, like the spot had been meant for him all along.  I don’t think we ever stopped kissing, just fell into place and stayed there until the dizziness turned into dreams.

           “Crowley,” I mumble against his lips, soft like rose petals.

           “What?”

           “Aleister Crowley.”

           He giggles.  “What, Baz?”

           “Do you still love me?”

           His eyes are a different blue every time I look at them, like the sky.  Right now they’re the horizon just after the orange leaks out of the sunrise.

           Simon kisses my forehead.  “Today…”

           Kisses my nose.  “Tomorrow…”

           Kisses my mouth, deep and long.  “Every day after that.”

           I’m so gone.

           “I’m living a charmed life.”