your crooked teeth ; ;

tips for people with artist friends

this goes for everyone.
especially if you’re also an artist

do not critique something unless someone has explicitly asked for help.
do not do it.
if they do art even semi-regularly, chances are.



they fucking know.

they likely spent hours on that part you just told them was wrong and had to give up or hate the piece.
they likely ran out of mental energy to keep trying.

it’s like pointing at someone and saying “hey your teeth are crooked.”

they fucking know okay.
just do not.

and regardless of if they did or didn’t know, if they didn’t ask for help, they may well be in the completely wrong mindset to make use of your point and instead just get upset.

tl;dr don’t give unrequested critique.

love your big nose. love your hairy legs & hairy arms. love your thick eyebrows. love your freckles. love your pigmentation and acne scars. love the scars on your back. love your frizzy unconventional hair. love your slightly crooked teeth. love your accent. love your flaws. love yourself, even when society doesn’t.

You’re Safe Here (Dean x Reader)

Requested by anon.Enjoy!

Originally posted by im-in-trbl

“What’s your ideal husband?”

“I like a man that’s a mystery, someone that doesn’t talk very much, those are the ones that are the most affectionate. I prefer to just cuddle than talk, I like a man that knows what he is doing, he is not afraid to take risks and get touchy feely. I think it’s because i’m not good with words so touching is my way of showing affection.”


“What’s your ideal wife?”

“I like a girl that’s more of an acting than talking. Someone that delicately sexy, I like a strong gaze in a woman. Someone tha'ts silently having my back and even though she will talk shit in front of me, she will cut someone that talks bad behind my back. A dynamic duo”


Getting to be with Hyuk was something that you felt blessed about experiencing. He was pretty much the man of your dreams, the chemistry you had was over flowing and everyone that watched the show could see it. From silly missions, to random actions of affection, like playing with your curly hair, to teasing the other but then hugging them cause you felt bad. It was a relationship you wish you had without having to sign a contract and cameras following you.

You were a bit sad that it was the last episode of We Got Maried, it meant that you and Hyuk would have to go your seperate ways. You would go back to your job as an actress and he would go back to singing like an angel.

“Keep them close”

“If this is a sick joke, I will beat you until you bleed”

You threatened him as he carefully covered your eyes, so he won’t ruin your eye make up. He guided you somewhere and then stopped you. You could feel the curiousity bubbling up, you were tempted to rip his hand of from your eyes to see what he was hiding, but you knew it was something he had probably worked hard for and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. So you just bit your lips and patiently waited for him to reveal his surprise.


a beautiful set of a couch and a big tv was set right in the garden, you could already recognize your favorite snacks and the fluffy blankets that were perfectly folded on the side of the couch. One of the most brightest smiles reached your lips, you even showed your teeth, you rarely did that because of your insecurity of your crooked front teeth.

“Aww Hyuk, this is beautiful”

“Come on, I picked the best movie”

He took your hand and sat next to you on the very comfortable couch. He passed you the pink blanket, knowing that it was one of your favorite colours and he kept the creme coloured on for him. You took of your shoes and put your legs up to get cozy.

“Are you ready?”


He pressed play and his song “bonnie & clyde” reached your ears, catching you off guard. You turned to look at him confused but he didn’t even turn his head towards you, so you forgot the idea about him giving you an explanation. They were clips of the show, mixed with clips form him m/v, that caught your interested but made you even more confused, you were never the patient one.

“I’m so happy you were my wife. You were a lovely partner and great company, i’ll miss your weird laugh and your savage comments. I hope my wife can be just like you, I hope I made you feel happy and was a good husband to you, cause you deserve the perfect one. You are my ideal wife”

You read this in the screen and you could already feel your heart full of love. You never knew he felt like this, your relationship was more of a goofy one, you never expected this from him. It was such a loving gesture that you appreaciated very much.

“Ahhh why you had to make me cry?”

You turned away and carefully wiped the corners of your eyes. It was the first time that someone did something so sweet for you, you didn’t reallt know how to take it or how to respond.

“I didn’t want to make you cry”

“Happy tears”

You said as you faced him again with a smile. He saw your watery eyes and he couldn’t help but feel kind of bad, even though he knew you were not hurt, but just over emotional. He just reached for your hair and pulled them away from your face and over your shoulder, he always liked how you looked without hair on your face, he wanted to see your whole face on it’s entire glory.

“I’ll miss you too”

“It was fun wasn’t it?”

“Very much…. maybe too much fun. Look at us, all sappy and shit. You already know that when this airs everyone will think were are dating”

“Probably, I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want to be with a woman like you?”

You giggled at his compliment. You sat inches away from him, you really did hope that you could keep him in your life, although you didn’t know if that was possible, your careers might be both on the spotlight but they were based of from very different things. You acted on impulse and gave him a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder as he slowly rubbed circles on your back, making you feel comfort and some type of affection.

“I won’t do it. I won’t do it”

You whispered to yourself, in a desperate attempt to make yourself hold back the tears from starting again. You always had that thing of avoiding to cry in front of others, it just made you feel like you were making them pity you.

“I won’t look, you’re safe here”

“Thank you for a wonderfull marriage Hyuk, I never took the chance to thank you for this”

“Don’t thank me, you deserved every piece of it”

You pulled away from him and pulled all your hair back, you never thought that coming to this would make you feel so much for a guy. He really was what you exactly wanted.

“I have a suggestion, instead of leaving the rings, we switch them. You’ll have something from me and i’ll have something from you”

You just nodded. You both took of your “wedding rings” and gave it to each other. You immediately put it on, since it fit you, but he just kept it and put it on the pocket of his flannel.

“Now we have something to keep us together”

Just a game pt 9

When a college reunion takes an unusual turn, the reader finds herself amidst a game of truth or dare not knowing that at the declaration of dare would change her life into a spiral of trouble with the mysterious clown that lives in the sewers. Now her thoughts and dreams are haunted by him and she knows he loves to play…

… it’s the day before the departure and the reader sits in the motel room with her friends for the last day. Both her physical and mental state are badly bruised by Pennywise but with the bell around her neck she hopes he will stay at bay for now…

Warnings: smut and it does get kinda dark so just forewarning you guys. Like there are elements that could be seen as r*pe.

Wow okay guys we are actually coming to the end of this story, but I do intend on a sequel sometime. Thank you for the support up to now with this fic, I’m surprised that so many love it! If you need to contact me or want to be tagged then let me know via a dm!

Bruh if you reading this and you don’t like Pennywise fanfiction then what the heck? I don’t tag this story in the main It movie tags so how you here bruh? 👀👀👀


It always felt safer to be in numbers. It was the advice your parents told you whilst you grew up. And truth be told it really did feel safer. You were in your motel room with all of your friends around you and despite the atmosphere being light and happy, you felt the slight uneasiness because it hadn’t been so long since that fateful night with Pennywise. Just the thought of him and what he did made you quiver but you weren’t sure if you were terrified or pleasured by it. Your thoughts had been distant from him though, as though your mind hadn’t quite pulled itself together after it was shattered by your-

-“Say, what’s the choker for?” Your thoughts were picked apart by your best friend. You looked over at her and your hand tugs on the piece of velvety cord.

“For a charm.” You replied simply. (Bf/n) raised an eyebrow at your short answer.

“What charm?” She pressed and your brows furrowed slightly. Your fingers toyed with the small dangling object perhaps out of worry as you thought of an answer.

“It’s just a bell.”

“A bell?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes flicked to the others in the room as you moved your hand away to reveal the bell. For a moment there was silence as everyone stared at the little charm but then there was a chuckle.

“Wow, you sure are kinda kinky. It’s like the kitten kink where they wear a choker with a bell attached to it.”

Your eyes widened at the statement and your cheeks flushed bright pink. You ducked your head quickly and blew air out of your mouth.

“Don’t say that! It’s just a silly token.” You muttered. There were a few laughs that bounced around the room and you were able to forgive easily. The laughter was the only thing thay was truly keeping you from falling under at that point, your fear of the clown was still very real, maybe even more so than ever before.

It was when the conversation had shifted once again that you noticed there was something not right in the room; an anomaly somewhere that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. You almost missed Pennywise standing in the far corner near the front door which was strange because he was a monstrous creature of a great height but when you recognised his large, looming figure you took all of your sense of control not to let out a cry of shock but your face must have shown how you felt. Other heads turned in that direction but as expected none of them appeared to be phased because they couldn’t see him. Pennywise waggled his fingers at you in greeting whilst his mouth stretched into a wide grin of giddiness.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Someone asked and you shook your head.

“Nothing. Just a spider.” You responded quickly.

“I don’t see one.” Another said and you drew in a sharp breath.

“Must have scurried away then.” You lied. You forced yourself to move your eyes away from the drooling clown and focus on the others, but he seemed to be drawing closer to the group without even walking forward. You didn’t want to think about him and what he was capable of but then he would appear even closer and by that point you were able to make out the icy silver eyes staring directly into yours and the crooked teeth pressing into his puckered bottom lip. He wasn’t smiling anymore, he was emotionless like a mannequin doll as his arms hung limply at his sides. He was needy for something, you could tell. You dreaded to think what though. He did not leave for another two hours until you and your friends decided to go out to eat, his presence completely gone by the time you had grabbed your bag and coat and put some shoes on.


You didn’t want the outing to end because it meant you would return to the motel without them except your best friend. But it was growing late and you were leaving tomorrow morning. You hadn’t even gotten round to packing yet but there wouldn’t be time in the morning so reluctantly, you and (bf/n) said your goodbyes to the others and trudged back over to the motel. It was almost dark now, the earlier nights rolling in as Autumn and Winter approached. When inside your shared motel room you packed your belongings with you friend’s help only to leave your phone and charger out and a fresh set of clothes for the next day. When you changed into your nightwear you forgot you weren’t alone so you didn’t bother to cover your wounded body.

“What the hell happened to you?!” Your friend’s voice startled you and you froze. Shit.

“Uh, It’s hard to explain-”

Your friend stormed over to you with alarm set into her eyes.

“-I’ve got all night for you to explain! Why are you covered in bruises? Are those fucking bite marks?!” She screeched and you furrowed your brow. As you were about to tell her, you noticed the tall, looking figure of Pennywise again, standing behind your friend. He had a bloody gloved finger pressed to his mouth in the ‘shushing’ way and you gulped.

“Alright, alright I’ll tell you! I was attacked by a crazed animal the other day whilst I went for a walk, alright? I didn’t want you guys to know cuz you’d all freak out but I’m fine, okay?” You lied bitterly. Your friends eyes were narrowed as you explained for she didn’t believe you.

“Animal, huh? What sort?” She pressed. You glared slightly.

“It was like a wild dog or something.”

“Humph.” Your friend folded her arms and walked to her bed and sunk down onto the mattress.

“Fine, don’t be honest with me. You’re leaving anyway so I won’t have to bother with you anymore.” She snapped and your chest tightened painfully.

“Hey, come on I’m sorry. It’s just complicated.” You tried to resolve but she simply lay down under her sheets and turned her back to you. Your nostrils flared as the painful lump formed in your throat indicating you were going to cry. You sniffled sharply and your eyes flicked over to where Pennywise had stood but he was gone again. You bit your lip and curled up on your bed for one last time and fell into an uneasy sleep where there were no dreams, only darkness.


You felt his hands pawing at your skin, those sharp claws raking down your chest and stomach down to your thighs. You were awake, your sleep being light and unpleasant. You didn’t want to open your eyes, to see his large body towering over you. You wished you had been dreaming, for it to be a nightmare, but his voice rumbling in your ears brought you back to reality.

“My little one…mine…” he whispered into your ear and you flinched. Your eyes creaked open and everything was a dark blurred mass until you rubbed them and they focused. The amber glowing eyes bored down into your own eyes mere inches away and you felt a warm drip on your chest; his saliva. You pushed yourself up against the headboard to get away from him as much as you could.

“Why are you here?” You whispered back just as quietly. He smirked at you and you felt his large hands on your inner thighs, slowly parting them.

“I’m addicted to how it felt. The power I had over you was divine.” He hissed. You shivered and locked your thighs in place to stop him parting them any further. It didn’t work, however, for his strength was unmatched. He easily pulled your thighs apart, your tendons sparking in pain from being tugged. Pennywise settled in between your open thighs and laid his hands on your stomach. Your chest was rising and falling visibly as you stared at him.

“Don’t. Please.” You croaked. The clown leaned down, his hands digging into your stomach painfully, and brushed his lips against yours.

“Shhh…” he cooed. It was frightening, the adrenaline had begun to course through your veins again but you knew there was no way of getting away from him.

“I’m never coming back here, never.” You whisper harshly, fear bring overrun with anger for the clown ruining your friendships and your life. His glowing eyes narrowed until they were thin slits on his face.

“We’ll see.” He replied. His lips were both soft and rough against yours as he kissed you. You had to admit he had gotten better every single time, not that it was a good thing because he was a monster who wanted nothing more than to ruin you. But despite this, you kissed back aggressively, throwing your emotions into it and tangling your hands in his strangely soft hair. He growled when you tugged and his teeth bit down on your lower lip, drawing blood. You gasped in pain and he used this moment to slip his tongue into your mouth and find yours. You fought back, gripping harder onto his hair until a growl vibrated in his chest and his hands reached and grabbed your clothed breasts to squeeze hard on them. You hissed and your back arched a little, bumping your hips up into his. He pulled away from your mouth and chuckled darkly.

“Going to fill you right up.” He tinkered and you tensed under him. His hands left your breasts, brushing the nipples as he trailed them away, and moved down to your hips. Your shorts you were wearing didn’t survive as he ripped them off your body to expose your damp pussy. He licked his lush lips.

“Tasty, tasty.” He whispered and immediately thrust in two fingers to the last knuckle. Your eyes widened and you gasped out in shock, only to have him clamp his other hand down on your mouth to prevent noise.

“We aren’t alone, little one.” He smirked and tilted his head for you to look over in the direction of your slumbering friend. Pennywise began to slide the two fingers in and out, the slick wet noise gracing his ears. You were near orgasm when he removed the fingers to fiddle with his pantaloons. You could only watch through hazy fear as his cock sprung free and he rubbed the oozing tip over your sensitive clit.

When he slid in, your eyes widened at the stretch for you had forgotten just how big he was. He didn’t rush this time. His hips slowly thrust against you with enough force to hit your g spot with enough force to make you jolt. Your mouth was still covered, but he slid two of his fingers into it and you began to suckle. You were gasping as his cock slid in and he grunted quietly with his mouth filled with sharp teeth, your channel clamping down on him tightly. The bed only barely squeaked as he thrusted a little faster but not enough to awaken your friend. Or so you thought.

The two of you were so immersed in the taboo activity that you didn’t notice the way your friend shifted in bed, her brow furrowed as she began to awaken, and then turn to face your side of the room. You didn’t see the way her eyes widened in shock and horror at the sight of a terrifying clown fucking into your body. It was only when you heard her voice her horror that you both froze and your heads turned to her.

“What the fuck-” she began but she never finished that sentence. You felt horribly empty as Pennywise disappeared from sight but the choked off scream of your friend gave you a good idea as to where he was. You sat up shakily and watched in horror as the clown grabbed her by the neck and dragged her from the bed, her feet at least 60cm off the floor. She grabbed and pawed at his large hand inevitably but he simply growled and tightened his grip.

“Don’t interrupt me whilst I’m busy.” He hissed. You expected him to knock her out but his next move was unexpected and made you scream horrifically. Unlike usual, where he would tease prey when opening his jaw slowly revealing his sharp teeth and deadlights, his jaw snapped open and engulfed your friend’s head like a Venus flytrap, muffling her screams of fear and pain. You pushed off he bed and ran over to attempt to stop the act but he grapped you around your neck to hold you back. You had to watch as the screams died down and her arms and legs fell limp. He released her corpse and the true horrors of what he had done to her were revealed.

The face was an unrecognizable mess of flesh and blood that dripped down onto the wooden floor below. You gagged, partly because of the hand choking you and also at the sight of your fear best friend. Pennywise shoved you away so he could hold the corpse with both arms and he stared blankly at you, blood drooling out of his mouth and staining the frilled collar around his neck.

You couldn’t stop screaming when he disappeared, the only trace of you friend being the splatters of blood.


I told you guys it was gonna be dark. I’m still waiting for my operation so I was able to finish writing this chapter. I don’t know if everyone is gonna like this tbh but hey this story was gonna go ape shit at some point.

Thank you for the well wishes though. I don’t know if there’s gonna be a new chapter tonight or tomorrow but I will let you all know ❤❤

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Vampire!Alexander Hamilton HCS

i liked these mmm

Alex’s vampire-ism doesn’t really impact your relationship as much as you’d think it would?

  • Of course, one or two things, sure, but you don’t really have to change your life around to accommodate him?

The biggest thing is the sun

  • He doesn’t necessarily burn in the sun, but he gets sunburnt really easily and breaks out in awful itchy hives that coat his face and any exposed skin
  • You always carry a bag with you that has an umbrella for the extra sunny days, sunscreen, and at least one hoodie for the poor boy 

Also, it has sunglasses in it because Alex may be a few thousand years old but he almost cried when that little girl on the subway called him ‘sick’ and ‘a freak’ because of his red-ish eyes

He’s allergic to silver

  • But he’s so old he can’t remember whether it’s because he’s a vampire or if he was always allergic to silver
  • It’s lucky, most things aren’t made with silver anymore, but he can’t walk into an antique store without getting a nosebleed
  • Considering he can’t see his reflection in silver-backed mirrors, you’re convinced that he’s only allergic due to him being a vampire, and you’re 90% sure he knows it too, but you’d never take that shred of humanity away from him

He can see himself in mirrors – the only reason he can’t is that older mirrors are made with silver and silver is toxic to the undead (again, another reason why you’re positive that he’s not allergic, he’s just a regular ol’ vampire) – but he doesn’t like to

  • Un-silver mirrors are a relatively new thing, and every time the poor boy passes a regular mirror he jumps

He’s grown out of the whole ‘Blood-thirsty whore’ stage of being a vampire

  • He doesn’t like to talk about the times that he would seduce people into coming home with him only to fuck them senseless and suck them dry before they could fight back
  • He hates himself for it

But he still gets these random hunger strikes

  • The only way he’d ever be full was if he actually killed you
  • But there are times when he gets really hungry
  • Like… Really hungry

You know when he needs it because his stomach won’t stop growling and he stares at your cat in this specific way that just screams ‘I want to eat that shit’

  • So you drag him to the bedroom and let him drink, because if he needs it, you’ll gladly give it
  • He always makes sure to let you orgasm right before sinking his fangs in to make sure the pain is dulled, plus your blood tastes so much sweeter

And then he turns all… Monster-esque

  • His eyes go all red and his claws are somehow sharper, and you can feel his warm tongue flick over the two small fang-wounds in his neck
  • Usually, if you whimper, he backs up, makes sure you’re okay, gets you some water, puts a warm towel on your neck
  • But when he gets like this, you could scream and he would barely bat an eye

You have to kick him really hard to get his attention

  • And even then he looks down on you like he’s angry that his meal fought back
  • But the anger immediately dies as he watches the way your eyes flutter
  • He almost has a panic attack when you pass out though

He can’t eat garlic, for obvious reason

He starts shaking when you get within a mile of a church

One time, at a craft store, he backed into a wall of designer crosses and had a burn mark on his back for almost three weeks

He refuses to cross rushing water because of that whole ‘if you die over rushing water your soul gets stuck there’ thing

  • You were late by almost an hour to Peggy’s birthday that one time because there was a bridge and he got out of the car and then started burning but refused to go over the bridge
  • You drove around

He doesn’t remember much because of his age – cut him some slack; he’s been through a lot

  • “So… How were you turned?”
  • He’ll hesitate. “I… I, uhm… There was a storm? I think? And I… I got hurt, really bad. And- And there was this man- he- he saved me?”
  • “Did… Did you die?”
  • He bites his lip, showcasing his shiny fangs. “I think so?”

He doesn’t remember much from before being a vampire?

  • “Did you have a mother?”
  • He shrugs. “Doesn’t everyone?”
  • “No, but did you know her?”
  • He shrugs. “Not like it matters, she’s dead now anyway.” The way he says it sends chills up your spine.
  • “A- Alex, I-”
  • “It’s true. Hell, I could’ve had thousands of brothers. Maybe my father was the king.” His words turned venomous. “Not like I’d remember.”

He tells the best stories though

  • “Alex, do you know anything about Valley Forge?”
  • “Know it?” He snorted, looking up from his laptop. “I was there.”
  • Your eyes went wide. “Y- You were?”
  • He chuckled. “General Washington? Yeah, I was his favorite!”
  • “B- But… You…”
  • “You’re forgetting how old I am, sweetheart.”
  • “No, no, not forgetting, just… What was it like?”
  • He shrugged. “Cold? Dead? I had a supply, I was alright, but the other men-”
  • “A supply? You mean… Like me?”
  • His face fell, and he crossed to wrap you in his arms. “Listen to me,” He sighed into your hair, holding you close. “You are not and never will be just my supply, okay?”
  • “But… I give you-”
  • “A supply is different, okay?”
  • “Did…” You hesitated, eyes welling with tears. “Did you hurt your supply?”
  • “Charlie?” He laughed airily, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your gaze. “Uhm… I had to. It was a different time, I needed him. I just… I took what I needed.”
  • “Did you kill him?”
  • Alex sighed out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “…Yeah. Had to. He was gonna snitch.”
  • You took a shaky breath.
  • “Do you hate me?” He asked quietly.
  • “No, I… I understand. I get it.” You shrugged, hesitating again. “Would you… Would you ever-”
  • “No.” His voice cracked, and he looked up with watery, red eyes. “I would never hurt you like that. Never. You’re not my supply.” He rubbed his head into the crook of your neck, teeth nipping at the skin. “I love you.”
  • “I love you too, Alex.”

Don’t call him a monster. 

  • Like… Ever 
  • He hates that because he hates that this is his life, that he is a monster
  • To hear you say it is too much
Hogwarts House Quotes

Based off the weirdest things said in my classes.


- “come on. let’s fist on that! fist me. FIST ME!!!”
- “there’s a term i like to say. it’s ‘Dickstroyed’”.
- “Vape the ant! Vape the ant!”
- “im gunna get your head WET!”
- “ugly face no good rotten BUT MUNCHER!”
- “You just done got BOPPED”
- “You look like Darla from Finding Nemo… cuz… your teeth so crooked, you need BRACES.”


- “Give me back the FUCKING gnome.”
- “Silly me. Trix are for kids!”
- “I don’t wanna be able to FIST your EARLOBE. That’s gross.”
- “Ah look at that Bonsai tree!” “That’s a bush”
-  “I know how to use my toes. I’m not stupid.” “I feel like even stupid people know how to use their toes”
- “What?! Who took a bite outta my button?”
- “This is why I can’t get girls.”


- “You can sit in the innards.”
- “Math equals MC-broken”
- “I put the staple in the maple to get the maple from the maple tree.”
- “I’m from Europe, I maths.”
-  “I brought a lunch, a pen, and a low self-esteem.”
- “cray cray theory buds but what if the world wasn’t a sphere, not a flat surface, but… a Yorkshire pudding”
- “And you should know that I am actually physically not capable of participating in this ‘revolution’, nor have I read the fine print so I don’t even know if it is a revolution”.


- “depression is a bath full of cold ice water and I am the cowboy.”
- “Yeah I assfucked God”
- “I’d be a great Satan”
- “And no one likes a sweaty vagina.”
- “Not my fault I’m a whore.”
- “I need a baby to sacrifice to be young again!”
- “I need a newborn to sacrifice, for I am the devil.”
- “Is it gay to suck on your moms titties when you were a newborn?”

Dating Neville Longbottom and being a Ravenclaw would include...

Dating Neville Longbottom and being a Ravenclaw would include…
—Tutoring him in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
—Neville seeing how smart you are, that’s why he falls in love with him.
—You love how clumsy Neville is.
—Being set up by Ginny and Luna.
—Being the first saying I “love you”.
—Reading about plants together.
—Quick make-out sessions on the greenhouses.
—Loving when Neville bites your lip with his crooked teeth.
—Studying together for the exams.
—Stealing Neville’s cardigans because they are harm and smell like him.
“Babe I love you but stop stealing my cardigans!”
“But they are so fluffy and they smell like you!”
—Visiting his parents together.
—Him crying because you are always with him and he feels you deserve better.
—Making sure he knows how awesome he is.
—Slow and loving sex.
—He loves when you scratch his back.
—You write your dates with Neville in your diary.
—Him meeting your parents.
—He gives your mother a boquet of roses and gives a daisy to your baby sister. (coincidently her name is Daisy)
—Your parents loving him.
—Being jealous of Madelaine (Read Good Life, Good Friends, Good Love imagine to understand)
—When Daisy goes to Hogwarts, you and Neville help her with her classes.
—Daisy and Neville being super close because they’re both Gryffindor’s.
—Being like parents to Daisy.
—Neville and Daisy doing little surprises for you.
—Joining Dumbledore Army.
—Losing Daisy during the Battle. (Daisy was 12)
—Killing your sister murderer, Frerin Greyback.
—Neville making a boquet of Daisies for her Grave, and you end up crying.
—Your wedding bouquet are daisies.
—Daisy Alice Longbottom is sorted to Gryffindor.
—Thiego Frank Longbottom is sorted to Hufflepuff.
—Your family was in peace, and Daisy soul was too.
I will probably write an imagine, just like I did with NevilleXSlytherin!Reader.
Millie Bobby Brown is how I imagine Daisy, she’s so cute.
R.I.P Daisy ;-;

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Someone told me that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it will eventually lose its meaning.

Just like how your stomach wouldn’t hurt anymore for laughing at the same joke you’ve heard for the nth time. Like how you won’t fall for that ancient magic trick again that you used to be amazed at when you were little, like how you open the fridge and not be curious if the light inside would still light up even when you close it, like how you would no longer hold your gaze on the airplane flying by, like how you grunt “such a long line” upon seeing the long queue on the grocery store, like how you wake up on Friday mornings with that long-lost excitement, like how mistakes are no longer mistakes but a usual occurrence every day, like how sorry is just a sorry to your ears but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time.

Like how I say you’re small… but handsome as heck. Like how I adore the scar above your left brow, like how I want to run my fingertips through your hair, like how I don’t mind your crooked teeth, like how I could just stare at you the whole day and I could still say that it is one of the best days of my life, like how I find bliss with the underrated, comfortable silence between us, like how I write different poems but it is sort of one single poem ‘cause it’s all about you and how I fall for every single thing about you, like how I enjoy the gazing the stars with you no matter how cold it is, like how my fingers would tremble at the touch of your hand, like how you still manage to hold my palm for hours despite them being sweaty, like how I want and need the warmth of your skin against mine. Like how I say I love you at almost every end of my sentences, contradicted my once belief that I am not that type of person for I don’t want to lose the essence of confessing love. But it is you—you deserved to be loved every minute of your life.

Many believed that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it will eventually lose its meaning but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time. Like how I love you. Like the first time. I love you over and over again.

October 13, 1995

Hello, everyone this is Park Jimin from BTS. He is the guardian angel of BTS and today he turns 23 in Korea.

Originally posted by yoongishappiness

He is known as the mochi, because he’s small and cute and we need to protect in all cost.

Originally posted by urnotnamjoon

He also has very cute fingers :)

Originally posted by flyminnie

He is also the second sun of the group. Him and Hobi together would make us blind from the beauty. He can melt all army’s heart with his eye smile. NO JOKE.

Originally posted by meganhyunhee

We all agree that he looks good with balck hair that we want it back

Originally posted by bogdana8

He is such a great dancer like WOW.

Originally posted by jiminwhyyougotnojams

But he can be a tease…

Originally posted by bangtanparkjihye

He is also such a great singer and has such sweet, honey voice like an angel

Originally posted by sosjimin

He can also be a dork lol

Originally posted by hajimajimin

But everything he does we find so charming. We all fall for the one and only Park Jimin even if he isn’t your BIAS. Once again Happy birthday my sweet baby. I’m so proud of you on how much you have grown. I’m so glad that you have now found a way to release your stress by hanging out with friends, love how I see the old jimin from debut. Not only that, but you have now accepted yourself and love yourself and I couldn’t wish for anything else. I don’t mind if I don’t get to see you live but the only thing I wish for you is happiness and love. You have struggle with dieting and having positive thoughts, but you should know that not everyone is perfect, and you don’t have to be because we army’s accept the way you are. Your eye smile, crooked teeth, your cute little hands, the angel you are in the group, squeaky laugh, everything about you we all love. I’m glad you have seen how beautiful you are and how many fans let you know over there in Korea and international. Once again Happy birthday Park Jimin. Hope you have a wonderful/amazing day with boys. Saranghae my mochi ~♡

Originally posted by ohsehuwnzx


no matter who you are or where you go, there will be voices.

someone will laugh at your crooked teeth and someone will wish they had your eyes

someone will say you should have tried harder and someone will say they admire your spirit

someone will want tear you down and someone will want to hold you close.

you have two ears and too many voices to listen to

so choose, choose wisely, my dear.

listen to the thump thump thump of the magic in your chest,

it will not steer you wrong.

when the world asks where you belong, 

you will point to the soil beneath your feet and say “I belong right here.”

when the universe asks who you will become, 

you will say that you are a masterpiece slowly being molded by the loving hands of opportunity and the scornful touch of fate.

you are invincible,

solely because you exist.

so choose.

~ @platonicallyincorrect

I dreamt of you last night, and I don’t feel like writing about it.

It’s weird because we stopped talking after knowing it’s not going to be us in the end. However, I saw you there. I saw us there climbing on top of a rooftop of a house we’re unfamiliar with. You were looking for the perfect spot where we could lay our back flat and watch the stars shine on us. I remember you told me one night that watching the stars makes you forget about the world and how it has been too cruel on you and that you feel safe since we are made of the same particles as stars do. We lied there without saying anything. I watched closely as you lost yourself in a sea made of stars. It made sense to me, the quietness and the sound of midnight breeze—you always loved comfortable silence. Your left hand searched for my right hand and luckily found its place. I felt the warmth of your thumb as you pressed it against my palm and after a couple of minutes, you broke the silence when you sang the words, “My bones are safe.” You were correct, my bones are safe now that everything was there where I wanted and as you swoon and croon, I told you that my hand was starting to get sweaty, but instead of letting go, you even locked your fingers onto mine and we weren’t a bit surprised at all that they fit. They always do. You smiled at me showing your crooked teeth with your tongue sticking out and right there, I knew you were going to be all right. I was about to say the words I love you and that I miss you, but the bell rang good morning and the dream was over before I knew it.

It came to my senses that it will never happen, and it hurts me bad. I know we did not end in good terms, however god knows how much I would give up just to make it happen. It’s already 8:16 in the morning and I dreamt of you last night. Funny how I find myself writing about it.


For me Aphrodite is loving the process of putting on makeup because it fills you with joy. Not because you only like yourself with it on. 

For me Aphrodite is loving your friends in every possible way, from their eyes to their noses to there arms and all the way down to their toes. 

For me Aphrodite is loving everything about yourself. From your crooked teeth to your broad shoulders and your large hands and nose to your glasses. 

For me Aphrodite is finding love and compassion in yourself even if you feel like no one else will. 

That is what Aphrodite is to me