We Have To Take Care Of The Vision For Him

He was a punk she did ballet: ❌

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🌱Found Family 🌱

irregular heartbeat — myg | masterlist.

fic type: social media au

main pairing: surgeon!yoongi x surgical intern!reader

side ships: taekook, minjoon

genre: smut, angst

series warnings: fluff, crack, explicit language, sexual themes, pining, loss of virginity, more to be added

status: ongoing

SERIES SUMMARY: 

— hot girl meets hot guy at a bar, lets him buy her a drink, then hooks up with him in the bathroom without even asking for his name. your typical friday night cliché. except for the fact that you’re a virgin, and the guy you drunkenly lose your v-card to is your superior at your new job.

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I decided to draw Shinso!

I just got a new iPad and so I’ve been playing around with procreate and trying to create my own sort of digital art style :)

we love sum blurry pic

i mean

they take up so mushroom in my heart

[image is a drawing of Alhaitham and Kaveh as little fungi.]

Harvesting strawberries in Gaza, Palestine

Yule Ball: Part II - Professor Snape x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: After your encounter with Professor Snape at the Yule Ball, you both can’t stop thinking of one another. A chance encounter only makes things worse.

Notes: Here is a requested second part to my Yule Ball Snape fic! Hope you like.

Part One 

Part Three 

“It was a successful night,” Dumbledore declares with a warm smile, thinking back to the Yule Ball that had been a couple months prior.

“It certainly was an improvement over last year’s disaster,” McGonagall nods, “Not one Gryffindor student stepped poorly during the dance.”

“Nor did my Slytherins,” Snape adds, and everyone turns their head to look at the head of house.

“Severus, where exactly were you chaperoning?” Sprout asks, and Snape frowns.

“Outside… in the courtyards.”

“Ah yes,” Dumbledore chuckles, “With those carriages out there, nights such as these are certainly taken advantage of by the students.”

“I do not think it was the night alone that was taken advantage of,” Karkaroff smirks, and Snape snaps his head up to his old acquaintance.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Yes, what is it supposed to mean, Igor?” Minerva asks, placing a hand over her chest, “You can’t be suggesting what I think you are.” Snape implores him to go on with a glare so withering it could sour pumpkin juice.

“All I am saying, is I was walking with you one minute and then you simply vanished.”

“Well perhaps I was refreshing myself with some of that delightful punch,” Snape replies in sarcasm, and nearly everyone present understands it as sarcasm.

“But you just disappeared!” Igor presses on, “No tracks inside, Severus!”

“Our conversation was finished,” Snape says slowly.

“Not if you ask me.”

“No one is asking you, Igor,” Snape growls.

“I am very much asking him, Severus!” Minerva blurts, “Though I cannot fathom what would make him say such a thing, it’s quite plain to me that you would never– ever– do anything in the nature of what he is suggesting.”

“Hmm,” Igor mutters simply, and crosses his arms.

“Perhaps it is a moot point, but may I inquire,” Dumbledore lifts a finger, munching on a sweet, “As to what you were conversing about in the first place, Mr. Karkaroff?”

Igor shuts right up at this, and Snape has to smirk right back at the retired death eater. He never could keep his mouth shut.

Sufficiently embittered after the surprise morning inquisition, Snape didn’t know if he was quite in the mood to witness Potter slip through death’s fingers again this afternoon, in the second thrilling Triwizard challenge. How had Igor figured that out? He was always so careful, and if anyone (of significance, that is) found out, about… that, his carefully crafted reputation was at stake. He was distracted as well by the memory of that night, as much as he did not want to be. Your eyes, staring at him as if he was the most beautiful man in the world… your hands on him, your breath on his skin, your wetness, slicking his–

No. It was once, never again. You made that clear Severus. 

His feelings toiled inside of him, conflicted as always. He was angry with himself, angry at you with no real reason to be, and angry at this Merlin damn Triwizard Tournament for mandating a bloody Yule Ball.

“Afternoon, Professor Snape,” a couple of passing third years chime, and he resists the urge to whack them upside the head.

“Shouldn’t you two be in class?” he grumbles.

“No sir! We’re on our way to the games!” the other one says happily, and Snape scowls.

“Then why are you talking to me?”

They hurry off, and as Snape finally resigns himself to the fact that he has to attend these silly games, he hears a noise beside him. Glancing over, he notices a door to the broom cupboard. The rats in this school were positively enormous, it was ridiculous. Snape takes out his wand, and swings the door open…

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