#this is..

[l0verseyes]

my ship dynamic kryptonite

[occasional-gyro-and-johnny]

((Today Marks Civil War Between Mod Lemon and Mod Ben

today marks a very important date in the history of humanity. of this blog.

today, i, mod lemon, hereby declare war on mod ben for creating a horror so unimaginable, so terrible, it plagues the nightmares of satan himself

i refuse to call it by name, as this creature deserves a fate worse than infinite death.

@mreacher , please take him and take it very far away from mod ben and the rest of humanity))

[kibumkim]

TYLER PERRY??

[hyuckflirts]

i don’t know about you / jung jaehyun

thank you @xalichan !! and congrats again lol 💛💛

25 - somewhere you’re not supposed to be

13 - “tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

fancy parties are not really both of your cup of tea but since your friends kindly invited you, you couldn’t refuse.

the party is getting boring, jaehyun suggested you walk around the place, bringing you two at the pool, which was off limits, as to what the announcer said.

“come on.” jaehyun held out his hand for yours to take. you didn’t think it was a good but since you really have nothing else to do and that no one is around, you two passed through easily.

he removed his shoes and pulled his slacks enough that the water wouldn’t reach it and sat at the edge of the pool.

“fine.” you removed your heels and copied him.

you rested your head on his shoulder, covered in comfortable silence and staring up at the stars. you hummed.

“tell me what you’re thinking right now.” he whispered.

“you,” he smiled, dimples showing. “and that i know for a fact that we shouldn’t to be here.” both of you laughed at how you ended up where you are.

he intertwined his fingers to yours. “i don’t know about you but i’m pretty sure i’m right where i’m supposed to be.” he said then winked, making you roll your eyes.

drabbles

[leurauxe-blog]

Glass Sneaker - AO3 Bokuaka Fic

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Haikyuu!! Relationships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou (main ship)                           Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru                           Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

All Akaashi wanted to do was attend the Grand Ball. What he gets instead is a sassy fairy godbrother, two nagging stepbrothers up his case, and a hopeless owl prince who's willing to do anything to win his love.

Male Cinderella!AU Read here

[necronomigus-blog]

Apparently roses can regrow too.

[panchapancha-blog]

[lvlcurrent]

So it’s me the ask I’m going to be anonymous if you want me to reveal myself I will!! I just do it out of a safety precaution. So in my experience and speaking from most of my peers who are trans I don’t really like seeing scars or want people to out me out about that and it’s usually the most stereotypical thing people see about us and trans people. I think I worded that out okay, please excuse me as you can tell English is not my strong suit but what I’m trying to say there are some people (tiktok) who fetishize the idea of top scars and are some creators who put scars under there chests to pretend to be trans or fetishize those scars. It also causes gender dysphoria and panic attacks this is speaking on my experience and I don’t want to be selfish and speak on behalf of the whole trans community. Also there is not that much informed people about how to create good trans characters and not creating scars that are faded or barely visible due to medicine and due to healing process for a long time so seeing asmo having scars like that it, caused gender dysphoria to me seeing how his scars didn’t disappear or wouldn’t disappear so. Scars aren’t really portrayed good but considering he lives in a world of magic it would be understandable if he found something to make them fade away or change his gender. This is really long and very hard for me to write so I’m going to take a break and come back later so please if you think something is wrong or have questions I will happily answer!

it's fine you can stay anonymous.

i can understand you not wanting to see them, but your view of scars isnt universal and everyone views them differently (👋🏿)

to your point: i dont use tiktok so idk what's happening there but i wasnt fetishizing top surgery scars in any way i was just?? drawing them?? attributing whatever you saw there to my actions is.... idk but you shouldn't project that onto me

there are many ways to depict trans people. one depiction doesnt invalidate another (i wouldn't call myself uninformed in this area either tbh but whatever) it's true that the scars could heal/fade but i dont think them still being visible is a bad thing??

all i can say is sorry that the drawing triggered that reaction from you, and if seeing scars is a catylst for you I'll just tag them in the future

[toby-du-coeur]

sonya looking at aris moodboard

[duskypinkbow]

my writing✨

Well...on my masterlist I said “i don’t feel comfortable enough to write anything..” cuz english isn’t my first language... 

but look at us now!...

-> fics

~ Shitty Weather

the one where you meet him again after a very long period of time

~ ...so kiss me

the one where you finally kiss him

~ All love

the one that is inspired by a fletcher song

-> blurbs/promts/concepts 

~ pre relationship Jeff softness 

~ shy!jeff meets you for the first time

~ when he realises that he likes you more than friends

~ how Jeff would ask you out

~ “You make me feel...you make me feel things that i’m not supposed to feel and i hate it..”

~ post break up but still have feelings for each other

~ a cute little movie night

~ david teasing you about your obvious crush on jeff

~ his behavior on a dinner date

~ idk how to call her (by her I mean the blurb lol)

[marypickfords]

im gonna throw up

[hushitisme]

Title: Because I love him Fandom: Hetalia Pairing: RusAme Rating: i put it as mature but it’s just really sweet...I guess. there’s some kissing. Words:  1,116 (which I’m proud of...cuz I normally don’t write that much LMFAO) Summary: it’s really gay..I don’t even know how to describe it.. :|

There were little moments - brief and minuscule moments - where the American drew Ivan in with how he breathed.. He could be sleeping, like he was now with the rise and fall of his chest a mesmerizing sight, and Ivan would not be able to look away. So, he didn’t.

The Russian reached out, let fingers run their course down the sides of Alfred’s face, his neck, and further still until cold tips met the skin at his belly, all the while watching him take in the air around them.

A pain ached in Ivan’s chest.

His nails dug, clawing into Alfred’s warmth, as his arms slid around the blonde’s waist. Then, on top of Alfred’s chest Ivan rested his head, his violet colored gaze now gone with the closing of his eyes, ear directly over that soothing heartbeat.

Rise, inhale. Fall, exhale. Breath by breath he matched the younger slumbering nation. ..And behind those eyelids, under each intake, there was the desire to claw deeper (he wouldn’t), to be under that skin and really know how Alfred felt.

His pain got worse.

Continued to because--

Hands relaxed as Ivan splayed his fingers. He no longer dug his nails into Alfred. Most likely he was afraid that he really would dig too deep and wake the other by accident.

A pause. ..   . Then.

“Ya lyublyu tebya.”

Ivan said.

I love you.

And, Ivan did.

He loved Alfred.

Loved him more than anything. More than the centuries long hate still there buried deep (so, so very deep) in the cold nation's heart. He loved him like he believed in fate - utterly, completely; this very instance destined to happen long before either of them knew existence.

Yes, he truly believed they were meant for each other and no one else.

So it hurt - ached - something awful to be this close to America. Yet, he felt even that closeness was not enough for the Russian. A part of Ivan still needed, no wanted, to tie that so-called American freedom down to him and become---Russia shuddered out a breath as he felt nimble fingers that weren’t his own rake through his hair, disturbing the overly-possessive thoughts that begun to rear their ugly head in his mind.

“Big guy,” Russia heard, even picked his head up, eyes open again so he could watch words leave lips.

“You’re crushing me. C’mon..” America whined, softly, almost as softly as his pets to Russia’s hair were, but Russia paid the whines no mind.  

Even as “Get off me” came the larger nation remained on top of America. How can anyone move when those lips were mesmerizing? When this warmth was comfortable?

It took a yank to beige tresses for America to pull Russia away from the sight of his mouth,  gaze lifting to meet blue.

“I know you can hear me.”

There was a stern sound as well as a look to the American. It made Russia frown.

“Da, I can.” Heard him loud and clear. “Ask me again later, when I wish to move.” Because right now there was no way he could.

All there was to do anyhow was guide soft, warm lips to cold ones by the gentle up tilt of knuckle beneath chin, but even that Russia avoided doing. To move now.. To leave this comfortable state of simply being with the younger nation.. No taste from bratty tongues and mouths.. Breath calm---Why ruin such a moment?

..Why ruin it..?

Russia looked away the moment America loosened his hold on his hair, sighed as America began to casually curl and uncurl locks around his young war-worn fingers, and when America raked nails through his hair again Russia lifted himself onto elbows; finally won over.

He dazed back at those eyes he had looked away from moments before, searching within their waking depths for something.

“Kiss me.” A thoughtful blink. One made out to be like the older nation heard wrong. “Kiss me Ivan..”

America stopped all motions with his hands, both his palms rested at the nape of Russia’s neck.Those bright beautiful blue eyes were on Russia to return any look thrown at him.

“You might as well,” he reasoned.

And Russia felt the beating in his heart speed up.

“Since you won’t get off me,” America continued. “And--” Never got to finish because cheeks were cupped by freezing palms,  thumbs kept at the rise of cheekbones. Russia stroked across them right beneath his eyes. He felt eyelashes flutter when America closed them..

“And?” Russia asked upon wanting lips, breathing on that usually cocky mouth as he closed his own eyes to a sliver.

However, there were no more words from the younger nation so Russia found himself again at odds with himself: to kiss America or simply force the other to sleep some more with Russia’s weight trapping the American underneath him.

Why ruin such a thing? Came to Russia’s mind again.  This time, though, his time he found his answer in the very thing that created  his question.

Alfred breathed.

Breathed on Russia’s lips with such a force that it sounded close to a pleading  whimper. The older Nation felt himself crumble in a way that had nothing to do with the slight tremor in his frame because of it. All the peace in the world between them could be ruined for this- -whatever this was.

So, Russia did what he should have from the start.

He kissed him.

He pressed his lips fully to America’s mouth, ran his thumbs down cheeks, hands traveling lower to clasp at the columns of the younger’s neck. Getting carried away with America, Russia opened his mouth when America’s tongue licked at his lips to part them. Groaned when red lines were made in his skin as America scratched his nails towards shoulder blades... Air came, inhaled through their noses, mingling together in the heady moment, as he kissed him over and over and over. As many times as America wanted. Even when America drew away to gasp he was brought right back into another kiss by Russia.

“Ivan--Ivy--” It’s what he wanted, “I can’t,” It’s what Alfred asked for, “please, I have to--” And despite all he said against continuing, it was Alfred that wrapped himself further around Ivan. The ankles that crossed one another and pressed into Ivan’s back belonged to Alfred. The mouth that kept coming back after the breaks in between gasps was Alfred’s. All this was the American’s doing, so Ivan paid little attention to the pleads that begged the Russian to stop.

They stayed like this, Alfred in Ivan’s arms, for the rest of the morning.

And, Ivan.. Ivan was simply content with this.

[yuuswvi-is-tired]

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wha..

[alicecooperimagines]

oh my god?

[k-idol-moodboards]

mingyu & his bf for anon! -e (do not remove caption)