you flawless thing you


“I dreamed you’d come back for me…”

“It was like I was in a dream too. I forgot everything. But even though I didn’t remember you—I felt your presence… and I knew that I would never be complete unless those shadows were brought into the light.”

anonymous asked:

your collab with keilattes is the reason i'm alive

same, anon, s a m e. kei’s yuuri also saved my life so now we have motivation board #2

anonymous asked:

Explain Death Note to me please

A juggalo, a deeply uncharismatic sociopath, and Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge-era Gerard Way walk into a bar.

They order drinks. This happens in a montage. The drinks arrive, also in a montage. There is choral chanting. 

The sociopath and Gerard Way share the same drink, sipping from different straws. They stare at one another in silence. The juggalo looks on. 

A long time passes. It is difficult to say how long. But just as it finally seems as though the sociopath may be about to say something out loud, Gerard Way rises and disappears into the bar bathroom.

He does not return. 

Moments later, a twelve year old in a cheap wig and an off-brand Lestat enter. The sociopath and juggalo exchange glances. They did not expect company.

The newcomers’ presence changes the whole vibe. The bar is weird now. How did this middle-schooler get in here? Why are he and not-Lestat fighting? Is anyone expected to care?

The sociopath remembers sharing a definitely non-sexual vodka cranberry with Gerard Way. Simpler times.

The juggalo starts to feel like he’s hanging out with the wrong people. 

Not-Lestat, it turns out, can’t hold his liquor, and folds down, head on the bar, in a matter of minutes. You can’t help but wonder why he was invited at all.

Meanwhile, the kid starts flicking pieces of olive off the garnish tray at the sociopath. The sociopath tries to enjoy his lonely vodka cranberry. The kid persists. The sociopath flicks an olive back. The kid gets up from his bar stool, walks across the room, and puts a cocktail umbrella through the sociopath’s eye. 

More choral music. Flashbacks to excruciatingly recent events. The kid leaves. The sociopath slides to the floor. Gerard Way still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. The juggalo sees himself out. 

The bartender wonders how this fucking trainwreck is so popular.


              Heavens. I had made Cersei on a whim the night of I got internet. I literally had nothing but a few pictures and a keyboard and like..maybe 2 followers? Cersei literally showed up out of no where and demanded that I love her, and it’s been a wild ride ever since. I’ve met so many people, written so many things, and Cersei and I have been through so much together. And I’m just thankful for every single moment that had happened, every single person I’ve met, and every heart wrenching and cute things our muses have been through.

        Really it wouldn’t have been such an awesome ride without every single one of you, and I’m so thankful for you all. I know I’m terrible with having constant productivity but thank you for putting up with it. For putting up with the mess that I am and my random days where all I do is jack around doing nothing but reblogging pretty pictures. (how do you put up with me) 

         Beneath the cut is some very special shout outs to those I could never be without. Please I ask early on that you forgive me if I miss anyone. I have a terrible memory and there is just so MANY of you. ohmygosh. I can never be thankful enough. I love you all, my lovelies!

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This subtle and almost invisible moment when Julianna’s acting is flawless and Alicia’s pursing her lips basically saying “Ok, so that’s what it’s all about”.


Hi Taylor! My name is Ceren (but you can call me Riddle) and I’m 15 years old. I live in Turkey. I just wanna say I love you because when I feel bad, you make me so happy with your songs,words and beautiful heart. I don’t know what should I do for show you my love but you gave me a lot of things. I’m waiting for the day which I’ll go your concert and hug you. You are flawless and thank you to all things you did. Everytime I’ll be with you. And Turkish Swifties love you soooo much. I hope you can notice me. xoxo 💕 @taylorswift

I like to imagine Bull and Dorian alone in their tent, weeks into some expedition in the Hissing Wastes or any other place - away from their luxuries and normal hygiene and perfumes and most importantly, maybe, mirrors. Dorian completely trusting as he lets Bull put on his kohl for him, lining his silver eyes perfectly, waxing his mustache just so and sealing the fine dusting of powder on his eyelids with a kiss.

(and if bull applies a wing to his liner far more flawless than dorian ever could do it himself, nobody mentions it)

Don't Talk - Kris Wu/Yifan Smut

Again no one asked but here it is anyway. Whoops.


“Do you ever shut up?!” His voice was painfully loud.

“Kris-” you started, ready feeling the tears welling up.

“No, don’t fucking talk! I’m tired of hearing your voice! I’m tried of you constantly worrying about me! I’m tired of us! I’m tired of YOU!”

The room went silent. Neither of you ever breathed but you could see the remorse immediately in his eyes.

Licking his lips, he spoke, “Baby…”

“No. You said what you needed. I’m just…going to go to bed…You can let yourself out.”

You reached your bedroom and crawled into bed, curling up and crying into the comforter until you finally cried yourself to sleep.

You were woken by soft kisses against your face, scowling opening your eyes you could see Kris hovering above you, illuminated by the lights from the city outside. You could see his eyes were a little wet.


“Let me talk. I didn’t mean it. I love you, it’s just…everything that’s happening I’m just so overwhelmed and I didn’t know whee to direct it…I took it out on you and I’m sorry. It’s not an excuse. I’m so sorry, baby, please don’t leave me…please don’t cry…I’m sorry-”

You cut him off with a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed up the sides of your body. Your hands slid up his t-shirt and tenderly scraped your nails against his soft skin granting a hiss from him.

It didn’t take long until your clothes were gone, your legs pinned down as Kris’s hard cock pounded into you. Every so often your lips would meet in a fiery kiss. His hand cupped your breast as his teeth sunk into your neck.

“So beautiful baby, fuck. You’re perfect…I love you…” He panted, grinding against you.

“Ah, Kris…fuck, more!”

“Yeah? More baby?” He growled, suddenly he reached down harshly pressing his fingers to your clit. “That’s it baby, squeeze my cock. You gonna cum? Hm?”

“Ah, yes! Cumming! Cumming!” Your nails dug into the smooth skin of his back, marring up the once flawless skin.

As you came, you could hear his whispering dirty things to you as he came with you. As he came down, he continued to rub you as you continued to cum hard.

“Mmm fuck baby, always cumming so good for me…”

Finally you fell limp against the bed. He gently ran his hand through your hair.

“I really am sorry baby.”

You hugged him, whispering “Just go to sleep, goofball.”


And that’s a wrap!

so, i feel like i did nothing real on this blog today so i’m going to change that before i have to go to bed. but quickly i want to shout out @heartguided , @spellmage , @glitterandmagic , and @warstopper . alec and i love you guys very much.


 I just saw all 10 episodes of the second season, and I’m looking at Freddie. He doesn’t even fit in those little sweaters anymore, because Max has influenced him to go to the gym and to get “swoll.” [Laughing.] Part of it is cheekiness, but part of it, they’re really serious about how “swoll” they get, the two of them. Max is a huge bodybuilder. He can’t get big enough. And now Freddie … he’s at that age, and he just turned 22. He’s changing quickly. I saw something cut together from first season, and he just looked like a baby to me, and he’s so rapidly changing, and now especially with working out. He’s just getting broader. All of a sudden, I was looking at him, and he’s looking like Hugh Grant. He doesn’t even look like Freddie Highmore anymore, he looks like Hugh Grant.

© Vera Farmiga

                              PERMANENT STARTER CALL

I feel like this is really handy to have on the side in case I ever have a heap of muse but not sure who wants to write so yeah, this is a permanent starter call that is open to both mutuals and non mutuals. By liking this post it basically grants me permission to:

  • tag you in random starters whenever the muse calls for it
  • reply to your opens whenever the muse calls for it
  • send you all the memes in the world
  • send you random messages about possible plotting/threads
  • stroll into your IM to chat with you ooc
  • talk about possible shipping/pre-established relationships, headcanons, etc
  • basically all of the random things that involve me interacting with you flawless people <3

Of course you are all more than welcome to do any of the stuff listed above to me. In fact, I highly encourage it as it will probably make me feel less anxious about doing these things with you and just encourage me to do them all the more (I can be a little bit nervous at first, especially if we’ve never interacted/talked before although by liking this I’m assuming you’re giving me the okay to go ahead XD).