Making A Poster Of Ginger Yoongi If Anyone Would Like To Add Some Of Their Favorite Photos Send Them

Making a poster of Ginger Yoongi if anyone would like to add some of their favorite photos send them my wayyyy!

Don't worry if your life is in chaos, you are like the universe itself and its law of entropy. もの久保 on Pivix

Hey if anyone lives in Laramie can you tell me if im gonna be hate crimes against for being gay 💀

I’m looking to go to college there and just wanna know what I should expect LOL

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Okay so, *claps* I had a manic episode, created a fanfic, and now I won’t get sleep if it’s done correctly.

I rushed to make it because I couldn’t find a fanfic exactly like it and I was like YUP I must write it I guess.

Unfortunately, I can’t stand the way I opened the first chapter, nothing too wrong with it, other than the fact is kind of feels sped up as you read along with it.

No one on here prolly cares though about this fic, but today I will be scrapping the first chapter and completely re-writing it all and because I really love music, I’ll be posting a playlist that should give you the vibes I want you to feel while reading this book.

I may also change my OC Scarlett’s last name but I may just say that Parker is her mom’s name as for some reason I made her Russian-American?? Bro idk 🤔

Past me got me fucked up!!

I’m doing finals right now and next week, so after that I WILL BE FREE TO WRITE AS MUCH AS I WANT. Unless I do work in the summer but besides that I will be writing regardless. ✋🏻

I also didn’t like the first chapter was a little short my ADHD brain said HURRY as if someone other than my own self was hurrying me up to finish writing the first chapter.

SO I will be deleting the first chapter, upload instead a playlist, and then start writing the new first chapter before finally uploading that either tonight or tomorrow.

If you’re wondering what this fanfic is about here’s a my little rundown:

Scarlett Parker lives at the dorms at UA (this fanfic doesn’t really follow the plot of BNHA but will contain spoilers) and she is sixteen (I’ve decided to make her 18 instead because just i didn’t like her being a minor) but moved to Japan about a year ago to live with her sister, Viktorea and her wife Akuri.

Scarlett, under Japan’s government is required to take some type of training to control her quirk as its very emotionally driven and she hasn’t had the best luck in life including in her childhood.

Her entire family is also somewhat prosecuted because her older brother was a villain and was sentenced to prison and eventually the death penalty in the states. A lot of dark secrets in the past and you’ll be able to see these in flashbacks in case you were curious.

Scarlett has strained relationships with everyone in her family as she was really close to her brother but is also considered the if-anyone-would-follow-in-his-footsteps-it’s-going-to-be-her and not a lot of people besides Class 1-A and her now, if you could even call him that, “father figure” Aizawa is set to train her in a program where she must learn to control her power while alongside Shinsou, a more or less friend and big brother figure, as well as Class 1-A.

When a blue portal opens up in the sky, it’s kind of normal in the villain-hero world as far as anything can happen goes, until she’s informed that there’s a person her age saying that their her future child…that she has with villian, Dabi.

Drama, flashbacks to how Dabi and her come together will be seen, while also seeing an entirely new way of how her and Dabi come together in this timeline as the timeline is fixed. Nothing will change fate and nothing will change how they’ll end up together.

I want this fic to be really detailed and good, so I may be working on this during the night and may have to edit it every so often, please keep this in mind! Feel free to point out mistakes and I do take constructive criticism very well :) I may not notice something because of being so busy so please comment if you see anything and if you have any ideas or what you want to happen!

If you wanna be on the taglist lemme know and I will be posting the link today for the new and improved one on Ao3, here. :) =

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38390263

I’m not a Christian straight girl anymore so I may be re-writing my only twilight imagine which was about Paul Lahote x Imprint x Embry but i made Paul platonic because 👀 I could make it fluffy and also smutty

Should I???

eden’s sleep | myg

When you woke up, he was sitting next to you, smiling fondly. A stranger in disguise, now cold as ice. You hate that you can’t remember him, but you hate even more that you can’t remember what you used to mean to him.

Word count: 12k

Warnings: smut, mentions of death, body issues, spirituality.

# soulmates AU, deity AU, household deity!Yoongi, amnesia, hurt/comfort, slow burn, sub!yoongi, slight degradation, hand job, edging, nipple play, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (female receiving), cum eating.

Read Eden’s sleep while listening to its own Spotify playlist

You feel heavy, burning, writhing on top of something you’ve never touched before. There’s something covering you, caging you like a bird, and it’s soft, but also unknown and so scary. Soft flesh choking your throat, all the colours of the world blinding you— what is this thing sneaking into you that is so strange and yet so relieving to feel inside?

But then you feel it, the soothing sensation tangling with what feels like an extension of your being; the beast ripping you open calms down, and you finally take a hold on the flesh around you.

“Hey.” A man is sitting next to you, smiling fondly. You look down and notice he’s holding a hand – a hand that belongs to you. “You finally woke up. How are you feeling?”

Your voice comes out painfully dry. “What?”

Does he know you? Do you know him? – you don’t even know yourself. You can’t bring yourself to remember anything, just trying it is terribly painful and makes something inside of you creep down into your soul.

“What?” you repeat with a frown. The light coming from the windows is too much for your eyes.

“It’s me, Yoongi. Don’t you—?”

He shuts up as soon as he sees the tears running down your cheeks. Concerned, the man leans over you and tries to wipe them away. His touch is soothing, but a part of your brain tells you to push him away, and so you do, with a swipe of your hand. Not only his face overall, especially his eyes turn colder as they stare at you in search of… something.

“Where…?” you manage to murmur. The vibrations coming from your throat tickle, it makes you shiver. “Where am I?”

But he’s too engrossed in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re here…”

“Tell me—” Your hand cups his over your cheek. “Answer me, where am I? What’s— what’s going on? Yoongi?”

“Yes?” he asks hopefully.

“You said your name is Yoongi. Who are you, Yoongi? What is this place? Why do I feel— constricted?”

“You don’t— you don’t know me?” Yoongi asks then, and his face drops again.

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