AND MY FRIEND WHO'S COMING WITH ME ISN'T AS EXCITED AS ME

black-rogue  asked:

Fic idea that won't leave me alone: Lance comes from a family that isn't healthy. Dad is an alcoholic. And when dad gets drunk he's emotionally abusive. So team gets back to earth and Lance is ecstatic to see his siblings and the team stays at the house for a while. But things are weird with lance and his dad, like lance is waiting for the shoe to drop. And that night the team takes siblings out, but when they come back dad is yelling at lance and he just takes it like 'Okay dad, you're right.'

Consider it done!

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! ***hints at abuse of alcohol and verbal abuse*****
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When Allura told the team they were taking some time off to visit Earth, the team were ecstatic, especially Lance. “I’m afraid we won’t be able to stay too long, so we can only visit one place and stay there. But you will all have a chance to contact your families!” Lance rushed forward, excitement filling his eyes. “We can all stay at my home in Cuba! We have a tone of extra rooms where my older siblings moved or left for college!” Allura smiled and clapped her hands together. “Alright, team, it’s decided! Coran, set a course for Cuba!” Coran saluted her and gave Lance a wink. “Right away princess!” Lance was bubbling with excitement and relief. He was so happy to see his family and for his team to meet them. *My family…oh quiznak, I didn’t think.* Lance thought, frowning. *Maybe he’s changed since I’ve been gone..* Lance was lost in thought as the stars and planets passed them by, bringing them closer to home.
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When the castle touched down on the soft sand, Lance bolted out of the door, arms wide as the smile on his face. “Come on, guys!! My house is just up that hill!” The chased after Lance as he ran up the hill, sand crunching underneath their feet. As the team continued to run, the house came into their view. It was a large, wooden house that had clearly been there for years. It appeared to be quite old, but it was very homey. Lance began to run faster, making the sand fly from underneath his feet. “Maria, Lucas, Teo, Marco, Selena, Tia, mama, guys!!! I’m home!!!” The team watched with wide eyes as a small mob came stumbling out of the house. “LANCE!!” Small children ran toward Lance, sprinting madly. I small sturdy woman with skin the same color as Lance’s leap from the door, tears flowing down her face. “Oh Lance! My sweet boy! Lance, oh Lance, you’re okay!” “Mama!!” Lance cried, running to her with his arms open wide. She picked him up in a bone-crushing hug as his siblings talked him to the ground. “Lance, where have you been?” “Is your hair longer?” “Did you lose weight?” “Did you bring me any presents?” His mother laughed, eyes sparkling from unshed tears. “Children! Give your hermano a chance to catch his breath! I’m sure he will tell us why he left with no explanation.” His mom said accusingly. Allura stepped forward and cleared her throat. “I believe that part is my fault. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Allura, Princess of Altea. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Allura bowed respectfully to Lance’s mom. “Mama, since you’ve already met Allura, meet the rest of my team and friends. This is Keith, Shiro, Coran (the gorgeous man), Pidge, and Hunk!” Lance introduced, gesturing to each one. “Guys, meet my mama, Marcia.” Marcia nodded at them. “Well, let’s not just stand out here in the heat! You all must be starving! Come on inside and I’ll get you-” “Marcia, what is all that noise out there?!” Came a grumbling voice from inside the home. The team noticed as Lance turned stiff and clenched his fists as the voice interrupted. They heard staggered footsteps as a tall figure walked out of the house. The man had a full mustache and his skin was a couple of shades darker than Lance’s and his mom’s. “Who are all these people?” Marcia cleared her throat. “Diego, these are Lance’s friends. Lance has come home, isn’t that wonderful?” Lance’s dad eyes him up and down, and grumbled. “Well, come here boy. Give your dad a hug then.” The team watched as Lance stiffly walked toward the man. As Lance gave him a short hug, his nose crinkled. *He reeks of alcohol. I guess somethings just never change.* A small voice spoke up. “Mama, can we pleeeeease take Lance’s friends down to the beach? Please please please please pleas-” “TEO!! Ahem, if they wish to then go right ahead.” Teo whooped and pounded his fist in the air. “Let’s go you guys! Mama, will you come with us?” “We’ll alright, let’s head that way!” The team began to head toward the beach when Lance’s dad’s voice rang out. “Lance, you stay here with me and help clean up. You’re mother just finished dinner.” Lance looked in between his father and the others. With a sigh, he nodded. “Okay. Guys I’ll catch up with you guys later. Welcome to Varadero beach!” Lance waved at them and followed his dad into their house.
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The team had separated from Lance’s family, headed back toward the house exhausted from playing in the sand and water. Allura giggled. “Lance’s family is quite large.” “And energetic!” Coran added. The rest of the team laughed along when Pidge suddenly stopped, raising a finger to her lips. “Hey guys, shh. Do you hear that?” The team crept toward the window where they could hear voices. “…leaving the family like that was disrespectful. You’ve always been disrespectful. And I hear I thought some time away would fix that.” Diego’s voice rang out, speech slurred. “You’ve done nothing for this family, but bring us down. Honestly, you’re pathetic Lance. Always have and always will.” “Of course, papa. I’m sorry.” The team looked at each other in anger and shock. “Did he just say-” “Lance doesn’t really believe that does he?” “Surely he doesn’t really think that-” “Allura, where are you doing?!” Allura ignored them, rushing her way into the house. She burst through the door, fire in her eyes. Lance jumped at the noise and turned away from the dishes he was washing. “Allura? What are you doing? Is everything oka-” “Diego, sir. I’m sorry but you are wrong.” Diego lifted an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” Allura set her jaw. “You. Are. Wrong. Lance is one of the best Paladins I have ever come to know, and his talent and bravery has saved me and our team numerous times, which means he has saved the universe multiple times. You should be proud of all the things he has accomplished. He has been nothing but respectful and he has done your family proud.” The rest of the team joined her, crossing their arms and nodding. Allura raised her chin higher. “These things you say about Lance, about my Paladin, our friend couldn’t be farther from the truth.” Lance eyes began to water as he smiled softly. “G-guys..” Keith stepped forward. “And if you have a problem with Lance or any of us, you have a problem with me.” Lance’s dad eyed them and angrily huffed. “Whatever. Lance, finish cleaning. I’m going to bed. Tell your mother.” With that, he stumbled his way upstairs. Lance sat down the wash rag and wiped away the tears from his face. “T-thank you guys. For everything. He just gets like this sometimes, so-” Shiro cut him off. “That doesn’t excuse for the things he said.” The team nodded in agreement. Lance let out a wet chuckle. “I think we need a group hug now.” The team giggled and wrapped there arms around Lance. “Without our Blue Paladin, team Voltron wouldn’t be the same. You’re the heart and soul of this team, Lance. You hold us together. Don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.”

Aubrey tells Beca about Chloe's toner:
  • [BECA is walking out of an elevator and makes her way down the hallway. Her phone begins ringing and she frowns at the caller I.D. before answering]
  • BECA: Aubrey?
  • AUBREY: Hi Beca. How's L.A.?
  • BECA: Um yeah...good...thanks...?
  • *pause*
  • BECA: So...this is a surprise. I mean, you don't often call me. In fact, you've NEVER called me. Ever. And it's, what *pulls phone from ear to quickly check the time*...3am where you are? Is everything ok?
  • AUBREY: *sighs* No, not really. I called about Chloe.
  • [BECA gets to her hotel room and stops, unlocking the door]
  • BECA: Why, has something happened to her? Is she okay?
  • [BECA steps into her hotel room, closing the door behind her]
  • AUBREY: No, Beca, she's not.
  • [BECA freezes]
  • BECA: Oh my god. What happened?!
  • AUBREY: You did.
  • BECA: What?
  • AUBREY: You happened. Chloe was perfectly fine until you happened.
  • [BECA swallows loudly as she walks over to her hotel bed and sits on the end of it heavily]
  • AUBREY: I've known Chloe for ten years. I'd never seen her look at anyone else the way she looked at you. The way she STILL looks at you.
  • BECA: I don't-
  • AUBREY: *sighs* -Beca, I know you and I haven't always seen eye-to-eye. But there IS one thing that's important to both of us and that's Chloe's happiness, right?
  • BECA: Um...yeah.
  • AUBREY: So why is it since you left I've been having to take care of a mopey Chloe?
  • BECA: Um...
  • AUBREY: She barely eats, barely talks, NEVER laughs...
  • BECA: Aubrey, I-
  • AUBREY: ...it's been three days and you've barely texted her!
  • BECA: Woah Aubrey, I asked her if she was alright with me going and she said yes!
  • AUBREY: Oh WAKE UP Beca!! She never wanted you to leave but she told you you should because she wanted to support you!
  • *pause as AUBREY catches her breath*
  • AUBREY: *sighs* Beca, I promised Chloe I wouldn't tell you this but I can't bear to see her unhappy anymore so...
  • *BECA strains her ears, desperate to know what AUBREY will say*
  • AUBREY: ...Chloe broke up with Chicago before you left.
  • BECA: What? Why didn't she say anything?!
  • AUBREY: Because she believed that this LA thing was your big break. She didn't want to risk telling you and for you to decide not to go and miss out on your dream.
  • BECA: Oh...
  • AUBREY: I just thought you should know because *sighs* Beca I'm not an idiot. I've seen the way you've looked at her during this tour. When she's been with Chicago? That's not the look you give your friend when you dislike the guy she's seeing. BELIEVE me I know, I never liked Chicago either. But not because I was jealous of him.
  • [BECA brings a hand to her face and pinches the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes as she tries to process what has just been said]
  • AUBREY: Beca this is your life. I'm not going to tell you what to do or how to live it. Just...remember what's important okay?
  • [AUBREY hangs up and BECA places her phone on the bed, looking down at her feet.]
  • ---------------
  • [14 hours later. AUBREY is in her hotel room gathering final strands of her hair to place in an already established 'up-do'. There is a rumble of thunder and heavy rain sounding from outside the window. AUBREY hears a fast knock on the door. She opens the door to see BECA stood on the other side, soaked from the rain, clearly cold, gasping to catch her breath.]
  • AUBREY: Beca wha-
  • BECA: -Where's Chloe?
  • AUBREY: She's gone down to the dressing rooms alrea- hey, wait!
  • [BECA has already begun running off and AUBREY watches as BECA dashes down the hall and through a door that leads to the stairwell.]
  • ---------------
  • [CHLOE stands in front of a long mirror in the dressing room that is situated at the side of the stage where they will be performing their final show of the tour, smoothing down the front of her black dress with her left hand, then glances at her phone in her right. She sighs as she sees she has no message from BECA.
  • FAT AMY clears her throat beside her and CHLOE furrows her brow, looking to her right at FAT AMY and CYNTHIA-ROSE. She sees them nod to the mirror, their eyebrows raised expectantly, presumably to make her look in it's reflection.
  • CHLOE looks back at the mirror and sees in it's reflection BECA stood in the doorway, soaked and breathless. CHLOE turns on the spot and is clearly speechless.]
  • CYNTHIA-ROSE: Um...me and Fat Amy have somewhere we need to be.
  • FAT AMY: We do?
  • [FAT AMY sees CYNTHIA-ROSE's facial expression and clocks on]
  • FAT AMY: Oh RIGHT. Yeah. Let's...go to that place...that we have to go to.
  • [FAT AMY and CYNTHIA-ROSE make their way out of the dressing room, grinning at BECA who gives them both an awkward polite smile before they close the door behind them.
  • BECA begins to slowly walk towards CHLOE who is clearly nervous and surprised.]
  • BECA: So...you broke up with Chicago?
  • CHLOE: Uh...yeah...who-?
  • BECA: Aubrey called me.
  • CHLOE: I told her not to say anythi-
  • BECA: I know. But I'm pleased that she did.
  • [BECA pauses a couple of yards from CHLOE, not bothered that she is still soaked from head to toe.]
  • CHLOE: Your job-?
  • BECA: -Doesn't matter. None of it matters. LA. My dream. None of it. Not really.
  • [BECA slowly takes a few steps forward so she is now mere inches from CHLOE]
  • BECA: But you...
  • [BECA and CHLOE hold eye contact, but it isn't weird. They have looked at each other this intensely before. In that shower cubical at Barden six years ago when they sang 'Titanium' together.]
  • BECA: ...Chloe you matter. You REALLY matter to me.
  • [Tears appear in CHLOE's eyes]
  • BECA: On the flight over here I realised I could live my life just fine without ever becoming a Music Producer. But my life wouldn't be worth living if I didn't have you in it. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner-
  • [BECA's sentence is interrupted as CHLOE brings her hands to BECA's face and pulls her into a deep kiss. BECA immediately wraps her arms around CHLOE's waist pulling her tighter to her. Their faces rock gently from side to side as they intensify the kiss, inhaling deeply. Before long CHLOE opens her mouth wider, inviting BECA's tongue into her mouth which takes CHLOE by surprise and elicits a small squeak from the redhead when BECA begins rolling her tongue with hers. They mutually, reluctantly, break the kiss, grinning. CHLOE bites her bottom lip. BECA keeps her hands in CHLOE's hips.]
  • CHLOE: I...don't know what to say.
  • BECA: Have I mastered the impossible and made the great Chloe Beale speechless?
  • [CHLOE lets out a small giggle then her face turns serious as her blue eyes inspect BECA's face nervously.]
  • CHLOE: I don't want to say how I'm feeling in case I freak you out.
  • BECA: Chloe...?
  • [BECA smiles softly, leans her face closer to CHLOE's face, and keeps CHLOE's eye contact with her own eyes.]
  • BECA: *whispers* I love you.
  • [A smile spreads on CHLOE's face as she takes a deep breath]
  • CHLOE: *whispers* I love you too.
  • [BECA and CHLOE kiss again, this time gently.]
  • FAT AMY: *outside the closed door* Can we come in yet?
  • [BECA and CHLOE part their lips, holding each other's hands as they lean their foreheads against each other. BECA closes her eyes clearly frustrated with FAT AMY's timing.]
  • FAT AMY: *outside the closed door* It's just...Aubrey's out here and really wants us to finish getting ready - OW!!
  • [BECA and CHLOE pull their faces apart. CHLOE giggles quietly as BECA rolls her eyes at FAT AMY getting into trouble with AUBREY.]
  • FAT AMY: Okay FINE, Aubrey says take as long as you need - OW!!
  • *pause*
  • FAT AMY: Look, can we just come in before I get battered again? - OW!! Aubrey what now?!
  • [BECA looks to CHLOE apologetically and CHLOE gives her a wink with a sweet smile. BECA quickly leans back to CHLOE and places a brief kiss on her lips before turning her head to the door of the dressing room.]
  • BECA: Alright Amy, you can come in.
  • [The door of the dressing room swings open and FAT AMY, AUBREY, and CYNTHIA-ROSE stand in the doorway with expectant looks on their faces, the rest of THE BELLA's stood behind them with similar expressions. They all squeal in excitement at the sight of BECA and CHLOE grinning whilst holding hands and everyone outside the door tumble into the dressing room to congratulate BECA and CHLOE.]
Assassin!Harry (Part 2)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, starting to fall for her. 

You can read part one here.

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Y/N closed her dorm room door behind her, thankful that her roommate was spending the night with a friend in another room. She put her back to the cool wood of the door and slid down against it, landing on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees. She wished she had been brave enough to invite Harry in, but something told her that spending more than 10 minutes in the tiny room was not something Harry would have been cut out for. If his nice, expensive truck was any indication, Y/N assumed that Harry was much more accustomed to an easy, lavish lifestyle than to dorm cells and broke college students.

As she went through the motions of getting ready to go to bed, Y/N realized that she wasn’t at all tired like she normally is after a long day at the daycare. She was exhausted when the last little boy was picked up, but being with Harry for the few minutes she was with him woke her up like a splash of cold water on her face. She smiled to herself, exhilarated with the feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

When she crawled into bed, she knew that she would not be falling asleep right away. However, she welcomed this newfound restlessness that came with her introduction to Harry. Every night for the past month, she had fallen asleep sad and borderline physically sick thinking about the cessation of her most recent relationship. She tried to think of other things, of course, but the memories of her last few weeks with her ex-boyfriend and how he treated her haunted her ceaselessly, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wondered if Harry would treat her well, something with which she was unfamiliar, and as she lay there in the dark, she decided that he would. She didn’t know him very well, of course, but for the first time in weeks she was going to fall asleep thinking about something that made her happy. What was the harm in assuming, for imagination’s sake, that Harry would be the kindest, most thoughtful boyfriend ever?

Y/N giggled to herself, staring at the ceiling in the dark. She couldn’t help but laugh as she realized that her thoughts were typical of an eighth grade girl–imaginative, hopeful, and far too exaggerated. But she didn’t care, because she was finally excited about something. She drifted off to sleep thinking about how desperately she wanted to see Harry again, and she hoped that he wanted to see her too.

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klance wedding headcanons

alright so a bunch of you asked for some klance wedding headcanons in response to the shallura wedding post and ho boy i am here to deliver 

(shoutout to @leg-defender again for idea bouncing with me!)

  • first off, the wedding is Big. because Lance’s family is HUGE and they gotta be involved in e v e r y t h i n g. they’re basically orchestrating the whole shebang along with the rest of the voltron crew. 
    • Lance’s family does a shitton of research on Korean weddings because they want to include traditions from Keith’s culture as well as Lance’s. 
      • An entire twenty-four hour day is spent with the whole team on computers, at libraries, calling old Korean friends and sending Shiro out to be the honorary diplomat. by the end of the day they could probably run their own program on the history channel.
  • Hunk, Lance’s mother, grandmother, and anyone else with even a fingernail of cooking talent are all on the Food Squad together because let’s be honest there is a lot of food to be made. 
    • nobody knows what kind of food Keith likes and they can’t ask Lance because it’s supposed to be a surprise so they have to send Pidge out for reconnaissance
      • Pidge has no idea how to navigate the situation and ends up trying to ask Keith what his favorite restaurant is in hopes of getting somewhere
      • his favorite restaurant is the Pizza Hut down the street
      • Pidge gives up and just tells everyone he likes traditional Korean food (which he does)
  • The “Bachelor Party” is just the whole original voltron crew having a fun night out of the town
    • they go to an arcade
    • Keith beats Lance in just about every game they play
    • minus the first person shooters and dance dance revolution
    • nobody beats Lance at dance dance revolution
    • nobody.
  • Hunk is pretty much Lance’s Maid of Honor, Shiro is Keith’s
    • Almost every single one of Lance’s siblings is a Bridesmaid/Groomsman
    • Keith doesn’t really have a lot of people to be his Groomsmen so Lance’s siblings take the position for his side too
    • They literally fight over who gets to be a Groomsman for Keith they all want to do it so bad
      • it makes Keith cry bc he never thought he’d be part of a big family like this and it just makes him Really Fucking Happy
  • Keith is kind of a fashion disaster and doesn’t know how to pick out what to wear so Lance’s five sisters immediately adopt him.
    • they spend the whole day shopping together
    • Lance has never seen someone get along with all of his sisters so well in his entire life
      • it’s actually a little freaky how well
      • Lance is Afraid
  • For the wedding Keith has his nails painted blue and Lance has his painted red
    • Lance’s little cousins do it for them so it’s kind of sloppy but it’s insanely fucking cute
  • Allura and Lance’s mom are the Decorating Dream Team
    • the whole venue looks like it just came off of a goddamn pintest board 
    • in the best way possible
    • Allura has added some more questionable decorations but what can you do
    • “Are those… goldfish bowls?” “Yes.” “Ok.”
  • Coran along with Lance’s like 98 year old great-grandmother are the ones who marry them
    • yes both of them
    • they both demanded to have the position so they had to share it
    • at first they didn’t get along so well but now they are best buddies for some odd reason
    • no one knows why they get along but they do so nobody’s complaining 
  • Lance starts bawling like three words into his vows
    • he can’t help it Ok it’s a Very Emotional Moment
    • the whole thing is rly sweet though because Keith just smiles Super Fucking Wide and wipes away his tears. Everyone’s heart in a 300 mile radius melts. If you weren’t crying before you sure as hell are now.
  • They kiss for Way Too Long during the ceremony. Pidge has to not-so-subtly kick Lance in the ankle and remind them not to suffocate eachother.
    • Lance is so getting Pidge later for that.
    • he never actually gets Pidge later for that.
  • The reception is really just One Huge Fun Dance Party 
    • basically everyone is drunk but in the best way possible
    • there is karaoke 
      • Lance forces Keith to come on stage with him and sing
      • except Lance chooses a song in Spanish and Keith has n o i d e a what he’s doing
      • the only part of the song Keith gets is this really slow line when he looks Lance right in the eyes and says “Besame, te amo”
      • it’s a one-hit-KO 
      • Lance is #gone
      • he forgets how to speak spanish altogether and just starts sputtering random words that translate to things like “my entire bathtub is green” and the spanish rendition of the happy birthday song
  • They all unanimously decide to eat the cake before dinner.
    • They wish they had an excuse for breaking out the cake before dinner but they don’t. The just really want to see the cake Hunk has been bragging about making for weeks.
    • the cake is so beautiful Lance starts crying again
    • honestly nobody can really blame him is is one hell of a cake
  • Shiro’s toast speech is like 10 minutes of roasting Keith and Lance for all the dumb shit they’ve done over the years
    • “I remember when you two had a contest to see who could eat more cheese logs–”
    • “Or the time when you both hung upside down so long you passed out and we had to take you to the ER—”
    • “And there was The Poison Ivy Incident last March–”
    • “Oh don’t even get me started on the Slip ‘N Slide race—”
      • “Shiro… Please…. Let Us Live………”
  • alas 20 minutes into the actual dinner a Huge food fight breaks out
    • It. Is. Chaos.
    • Everybody participates. Nobody is spared. 
    • Food is e v e r y w h e r e but honestly who cares they’re having a blast.
    • There is a running debate to this day over how it started
      • “Keith started it! With the potatoes!”
      • “I did not, it was all Lance and his stupid carrots!”
      • “Allura is the one who launched the peas,”
      • “Excuse me?! Shiro dumped the fruit punch”
      • “Only after Hunk threw the rice cakes!”
      • “Oh no don’t you drag me in to this–”
  • In conclusion, it’s absolute Chaos but it’s the most fun, exciting, Lance-and-Keith-like wedding anybody’s been to in like a million years and nobody leaves without a smile on their face and one hell of a story to tell.
random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV

“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”

“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”

“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”

In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it.
Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”

“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”

“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”

Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto*
Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.”
Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”

“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”

*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene*
Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–”
Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”

*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”

“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”

“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”

“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”

*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”

“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”

*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”

“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”

Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!”
Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”

“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”

“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”

*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”

*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”

“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”

Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.”
Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”

“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”

*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”

*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.”
Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.”
Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.”
Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.”
Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”

*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”

“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”

Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!”
Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.”
Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!”
Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”

“Why aren’t your lips moving Ignis?”

anonymous asked:

If it's not to much could you do #11 for Jeremy and Micheal aka the boyf riends? :)

this was the most recent ask… i have so many others to do…. but tHE BOYF RIENDS ARE MY OTP OKAY I CAN’T HELP IT 

drabble prompts here - any musical! :)


September 1st, 2016

Dear Diary,

First day of senior year… and I just hope this is a better year. I hope that things aren’t awkward with me and Christine since the breakup. I hope that Michael -

“Jeremy?”

Jeremy slammed his journal closed as his father walked into his bedroom, fully clothed. Except for the occasional “casual Saturday,” his dad had stuck to wearing pants on a fairly regular basis; a fact for which Jeremy was very grateful. 

“Hey dad…” Jeremy said, offering his father a weak smile. “What’s up?”

“You ready for school today?”

“Mhm,” Jeremy nodded, sitting on his journal to hide it. His father took note but decided not to ask, instead shooting his son a finger gun and closing the door behind him. 

Jeremy pulled out his journal again to finish his thought.

- and I can be something more this year. That maybe I’ll have the balls to say something to him. 

Jeremy blushed just by writing the words, but felt excitement build in the pit of his stomach at the thought of he and Michael together. But he’d had all summer to say something… and he hadn’t. He’d probably never be brave enough. 

EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IS JUST TERRIBLE… 

Jeremy shuddered as the familiar voice entered his head. Writing was supposed to help make it go away, not bring it back. Angrily he shoved the journal into his backpack - BOYF still written in now faded letters on the front - and swung the bag over his shoulder. Nervous about hearing the Squip, he then grabbed his headphones and shoved them roughly over his ears, blasting music as he walked to school. He’d decided that a senior on the bus was the weakest someone could get, and refused to sink himself to that level, no matter what he’d smell like when he got to school. 

Once he did get there, he was excited to spot his friend’s familiar red hoodie among the crowds of people. Grinning, Jeremy approached, trying to keep the butterflies out of his stomach. 

Michael looked up as his friend approached and grinned as well. “Jeremy, my buddy! How’s it hangin’?”

“Eh,” Jeremy shrugged, and Michael frowned. 

“Is writing in the diary helping with… y’know?” Michael pointed to his head with a knowing look. 

“Shh!!” Jeremy shushed his best friend nervously. “I don’t want everyone knowing I’m writing in a diary!”

Michael laughed. “Nothing to be ashamed of. C’mon, let’s get to class.”


At lunch, Jeremy waited for Michael to get back from Seven-Eleven, sitting under a tree and writing in his jour- who was he kidding. His diary. 

“Yo!” Michael said suddenly, plopping down next to his best friend. Jeremy jumped and dropped the book on the ground. Michael glanced at it. 

“Ooh, I see my name! Good things I hope,” he grinned, picking up the diary swiftly.

“No! Uh, don’t -” Jeremy protested to no avail, dissolving into mortified silence as Michael’s eyes scanned the page. Both their faces flushed and Jeremy managed to swipe the book out of his friend’s slackened hands. But it was too late. The damage had been done. 

“So… it was good things,” Michael said awkwardly, and Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut. It was times like these he wished the Squip were fully active. He would be able to come up with a lie of some sort…

“Michael, I -” Jeremy stuttered out, eyes wide. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Michael asked, still looking stunned. 

“I - uh…”

“We wasted so much time,” he said, a smile finally tugging at his lips. It was Jeremy’s turn to look shocked. 

“What d’you -”

Michael’s hand was suddenly holding his, and Jeremy’s cheeks turned red. Before he could stop himself, Jeremy had leaned in and pressed his lips to Michael’s, pulling himself closer as the kiss deepened. 

When they finally pulled away, they were both grinning. 

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” an excited voice suddenly screamed. Jumping, they both turned to see Rich grinning down at them. “You’re totally gay now.”

Neither boy felt like denying it. 

(Zimbits, slight AU, 2.8K, under a cut because it got long.)

They asked him every year. Sometimes, even more than once a year if he wanted to be on Samwell’s promotional material.

Jack said no every time because he really didn’t have any interest in having his face plastered on billboards and on every brochure and course calendar they handed out to students, both prospective and current. He’d had enough secondhand publicity from his parents’ careers and he wasn’t going to go seeking it out while he was at Samwell.

The only allowance he made was when he was photographed with the rest of the hockey team because he understood that hockey was a big selling point when it came to convincing people to attend their school. One of the team photos was enlarged and put up in the sports complex, right between the women’s volleyball team and Samwell’s dance team. It had already gotten vandalized this year by some drunk LAX bros and had to be replaced (which the university was not happy about and last Jack heard, the bros responsible were on suspension from the team).

The university couldn’t get Jack, but they got Ransom and Holster to agree to photos other than the team one. There were some of them pretending to study in the library, or looking happy and not-stressed as they socialized. These ended up on the cover of last year’s Campus Life magazine and both Holster and Ransom both joked that they were wasting their time at school when they should be modelling instead. It still didn’t stop the recruitment team from continually asking Jack who refused to change his mind.

Little did he know it was about to be changed for him.

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I will never let you fall

a/n: This is my gift to my best friend @eroticgropefest​​. Hope you appreciate my first (and maybe only) attempt at a snowbaz fic just for you, bruh! o// I figured since I’m helping turn you into as much of an h/c hoe as myself, you’d enjoy reading some of that as well (also I’m all out of ideas SORRY I TRIED). Enjoy your 26th aging up <3 :P


Baz

Snow is infuriating. I’m certain I’m not the only one who sees it: the way he shrugs at most questions, considering it to be enough of an answer; how he gets flustered and fumbles around looking for his words; how he has absolutely no control over his own immense powers; the way he follows the Mage around, like some kind of stray dog on a very short leash, awaiting his commands.

The most powerful magician alive.

I look at him across the room, once again failing at a spell. Bunce looks at him, exasperated, saying something I don’t care to hear. I glare some more at Snow’s ineptitude, feeling a fire deep inside me, something that tells me to shake some sense into him. How stupidly vulnerable he is! The dangers he puts himself in by his complete lack of control. How easy he’ll be to break under my hands when we inevitably have to face each other.

I can imagine myself marching over to him, pushing him up against a wall. I’d hold on to his neck and look right into those eyes, Snow’s unremarkable eyes, so ordinary and plain looking. I’d stare right at him (and I might choke him a little.) (Not too much, just a little. Just enough). He’d growl at me and it would smell of smoke and get unbearably warm. He’d be so close and alive and warm, I might have a taste. Bite a chunk right out of his neck in front of everyone. (or I might just snog the fuck out of him. Either one).

I don’t do any of that. Instead, I shake my head and then glare at him across the room, while Bunce continues to tell the absolute idiot what to do. Soon he seems to feel my stare and looks up at me. At first he seems confused, but his slow brain finally catches up. and he glares right back, closing his fist more strongly around his wand.

Simon Snow never stops driving me fucking crazy.




There are definitely some things people don’t tell you about sharing a room with the chosen one.

One of them is how once he’s put something on his mind, he’ll never drop it. Crowley, Snow might have won an award for most stubborn person ever if it existed (I’m convinced they should create one just for him at this point). He’s incredibly persistent about his moronic ideas, like his obsession with keeping the windows open. No matter how many times I close them, he’ll open them back up. I suspect he’s doing it out of principle at this point, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.

There’s an infinite number of frustrating things about living with Snow (besides the irony of living with someone you’re supposed to kill, but instead stupidly caught feelings for) (I may be biased on that one though). From the pointless arguments to the loud nightmares he seems to have convinced himself I don’t know about (a good match to my own relentless night terrors). Or even the way he’s completely oblivious to every single redeeming quality I (debatably) possess. Or even the most cruel ones, like the way looks after he falls asleep, all soft angles and relaxed jaw. Or the unyielding sexual frustration of having him so close to the touch and so hopelessly unreachable.

Yet, no matter how bad those things are, they still feel like they’re almost worth the amount of private wanking I have to do in an attempt to get him off my mind (it never works) (why would it?) It still feels more than I deserve, to have him this close to me. It’s almost comforting (almost, when it isn’t absolutely infuriating).

The truly bad thing about sharing a room with the Chosen One that no one tells you about isn’t even the arguing and all the times he loses his patience and grabs me, manhandling me while I cooly remind him of the anathema. It isn’t even the fact that, while he does that, I just want to push him against the wall and kiss him hard.

The worst thing of all is when he just isn’t there. (and you don’t know where he is or what happened or if he’s safe.) (Why would you when he hates you?)

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Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Me: DAD WTF YOU'RE ALIVE.
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*

anonymous asked:

Hey! I had an idea, could you write something where Jughead isn't sleeping well (looks more tired than normal) and Betty notices so she takes him somewhere quiet like to her house or to the blue and gold office and he falls asleep in her lap while she's playing with his hair? Or something cute and fluffy like that - I love your fics so much they always brighten my day :)

That’s cute! I’ll give it a go, I mean we’ve all noticed how much more prominent Jugheads bags have been getting
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She propped her chin up in her hand, leaning her elbow on the cool metal of the cafeteria table, she didn’t mean to stare, her mother had always told her it was rude but this was her kinda/ sorta boyfriend, she figured she had a pass. Jughead looked so tired, the dark purple bags under his eyes, the way he was almost always yawning, and now the way his eyes were drooping slowly, Betty couldn’t look away.
She knew what he was going through, she knew the way it kept him up at night, worrying about his father, worrying about his mother, his sister, sometimes even about herself, it made her heart hurt to see how all of this emotional baggage was eating away at the boy who had snuck his way into her heart.

Suddenly cloudy blue connected with her own piercing green and his eyes were looking directly into her prying ones, raising an eyebrow and smiling lazily. Jugheads lack of sleep was a fairly popular conversation between the pair, Betty was worried and she brought that up more than not.

“You need to sleep Jughead, just rest.” She would beg, as they lay together on his blowup mattress situated on Archie’s floor. He simply shook his head, the bed wasn’t comfortable and he claimed he felt on edge in Archie’s room, almost like he was invading on someone’s privacy, not to say he wasn’t grateful, of course he was, this just wasn’t… it wasn’t a great space for him.

Back to her current scenario, Betty raised a teasing eyebrow at his sleepy face and stuck her tongue out, making the beanie wearing boy chuckle and relax his shoulders, she loved that she could make him feel at ease, make him comfortable, that’s why the plan she had been cooking up all month was probably one of her best. She would bring it up to him after the final bell.

Lunch went by quickly and they all headed off to their final two classes, Jughead dropping a secret kiss to her forehead before strolling off. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Betty skipped up to Jughead in the hallway and took his hand in hers, looking up at him with excited eyes as he smiled down at her, gently resting a palm to her cheek

“What’s got you so excited Bets?” He asked with a snort as she tugged him down the hallway.

Betty stopped in front of the gym and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Pack a bag for two days and meet me in front of my house today, I should be done with cheerleading around 5? Meet me then?” She asked without really leaving much of an option as she practically sprinted into the gym, leaving him nodding and confused as he headed to Archie’s.

5 o clock came fast and jughead found himself, duffel bag swung over his shoulder, standing on Betty’s front porch while she walked up her sidewalk and leaped beside him, placing a finger up as he went to ask a question. Dramatically opening the door, she walked in before him, ushering him inside as he stared at her questioningly

“Welcome to your new home for the weekend, come on I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping!” She giggled at his confused expression as she pulled him up the stairs and into her bedroom
“I tell ya best beds in all of Riverdale” she tugged him down to her plush, soft mattress filled with warm blankets and pillows, he practically melted into it. He had always loved Betty’s bed, but with Alice around he was never not on edge.

“Bets…” he explained slowly “this is your bed, in your home.” He smiled at her with a roll of his eyes.

Betty shook her head “no this weekend, it’s our bed, and our home.” She explained back, leaning against her bed frame “mom went away for the weekend with Polly she won’t be back until late Monday night, therefore we have the whole place to ourselves! You need a good nights rest Jughead, you need an actual bed with an actual pillow, those living arrangements are killing you.” She said softly, grabbing his hand as he looked deep into her eyes “let me help you. Just this once, let me take care of you. Please” she whispered.

Jughead loved Betty Cooper, she was the best thing to ever happen to him and if he didn’t know it then, he most definitely knew it now. The way she cared for him, the way she saw things no one else did, it never failed to amaze him. Nodding slowly, not trusting his voice too overcome with emotion, he just let her wrap him up in her arms and fall into the soft mattress.
They stayed like that for a few minutes before he felt her remove his hat and run her fingers through his hair, he was out before he even had the chance to say her name.

On Monday morning, as the pair walked into school together, the whole school was in talks about how good Jughead jones looked. A great nights rest and a girlfriend who loved to cook for her boyfriend could do wonders for an emotionally damaged teen. And so when Archie saw Jughead climbing Fred Andrews ladder into Betty Coopers room atleast twice a week, he never said a word, grateful for the change in his best friend. It was the Betty Cooper effect, and you couldn’t buy that for all the money in the world.

Let's talk about cusps!!

Cusps, or cusp signs, are these really kick ass people who are born at the very end and very beginning of their sign month. Here’s how it goes for those who don’t know. I’ll go ahead and add in my own opinion of them since I am one and that seems to be how these things go xD

Aries-Taurus: AKA the Cusp of Power- April 19th  to April 24th    Y'all are just cool beans. Seems like you got all the good traits of both Aries and Taurus. You’re loving and compassionate, but hardworking as fuck. It’s really refreshing actually.

Taurus-Gemini: AKA the Cusp of Energy- May 19th  to May 24th        I don’t know much about you guys, but I’ve only met a handful of you and I really like talking to y'all on an intellectual level. You have a tendency to be FREAKISHLY smart. Always testing the smarty pants animal on those stupid animal quizzes that they force you to take in school. Also you’re super sweet to those you know. I have one really good friend who is a Taurus/Gemini cusp and she’s the type of person who like… talks to people in line at the supermarket if she’s in the right mood since Geminis tend to be really friendly, but Taurus’ are pretty introverted so they have to be in the right mood to do it, ya know?

Gemini-Cancer: AKA the Cusp of Magic- June 19th  to June 23rd YOU!!! ARE!!!! SO!!!! CUTE!!!!! My god you’re literally the epitome of adorable and shy and creative and its just. yeah. You make the best art in the world and I’m always so excited when you get excited about something you made because its just… contagious excitement. They get over things a lot faster than Cancers do which is nice, but they’re more homebodied than Geminis which, as an Aquarius/Pisces cusp (I get along best with this sign, couldn’t you tell?) is kind of annoying at times because they wanna stay home more than not, but they’re good parents??? So it works.

Cancer-Leo: AKA the Cusp of Oscillation- July 19th  to July 24th    You know… I was always kind of confused about the definition of this cusp?? Like… oscilation…. what the fuck kind of cusp is an oscillation??? Well…. a cancer/leo cusp is a good way to explain it. Personally, I’m terrified of these cusps. My cusp and this cusp DO NOT get along very well because I’m a very shy, easily frightened person and this cusp is basically a Leo on fucking steroids. They get angry a lot, but they’re angry in like…. a prideful way???? I don’t really know how to explain it. Just. Don’t get on their bad side. From what people say though, they are really caring and extremely passionate. They make crazy good politicians and lawyers and like… powerful debating people.

Leo-Virgo: AKA the Cusp of Exposure- August 19th to August 24th Hi. This cusp confuses the ever loving shit out of me. Like.. Really a lot. They’re the most introverted extroverts I’ve ever met in my life and I never know what to do with them??? You’re all like “Let’s go out!!! And!!! Read this book in the corner because I’m tired of being out and about……” Um…. what? You love having fun, and you love expressing your feelings once you’re comfortable, but you never quite have a grasp on the exact way to do it and sometimes that really bothers you. Oh. And you REALLY. Don’t like being criticized. Like… at all. Somehow I’m friends with the most of you though so who knows.

Virgo-Libra: AKA the Cusp of Beauty- September 19th  to September 24th     I’ve only met like.. two of you, and you’re so freakin chill I never know what to do around you, but apparently you worry a lot from what I’ve read. You don’t show it though. Also, you’re actually really pretty I promise. Virgo/Libra can either be super cocky about their looks or super modest. I’m sorry this is so short Dx

Libra-Scorpio: AKA the Cusp of Drama and Criticism- October 19th  to October 24th   So I’ve never met a Libra/Scorpio cusp now that I think of it. So this is totally off of a search of things I found. Bear with me.– APPARENTLY. 1. y'all are really freakishly pretty. 2. y'all are really cool, but you don’t give up information very easily so there’s that. and 3. You really like love, but you also have a tendency to be super serious at times (not as broody as Scorpios though)

Scorpio-Sagittarius: AKA the Cusp of Revolution- November 19th  to November 24th    The epitome of the “indie hipster” cusp. They’re suuuuuuper creative. Really arty people. Tend to have a LOT of things to say about a LOT of different things which sounds like everyone, but them more than ‘normal’ I guess? I don’t really know how to explain it. These cusps are the ones that are most likely in my opinion to go into like…. journalism or like… political activism because of how wordy and creative they are. They can be really nice too if you’re on their good side but if you’re not they can destroy you from the inside out so be careful.

Sagittarius-Capricorn: AKA the Cusp of Prophecy- December 19th to December 24th    My dad is one of these!!! They’re kind of weird, but winter signs tend to get along better than the other signs so its okay xP THEY! ARE! SO! FUNNY! A lot of people don’t understand their humor though which I find really sad, but if you live with them for a while or are around them and you understand their humor and such, they’re freakin hilarious. They keep their emotions bottled, and they stay pretty happy around people they just met. They don’t like to admit to weakness either. Like…. ever. At all. They love with their entire heart, and if they aren’t feeling it, they’ll tell you if they don’t like you.

Capricorn-Aquarius: AKA the Cusp of Mystery and Imagination- January 15th  to Jan 22nd   So these people scare me. Ever had those people who just like… omit an aura of power around you? Yeah that’s a Capricorn/Aquarius. They really do scare me, but apparently they make really good actors because there’s a ton of them in Hollywood. They’re crazy good at whatever they do. Most of the time they test into the like…. flamboyant or 'party animal’ type on the aforementioned middle school animal tests.

Aquarius-Pisces: AKA the Cusp of Sensitivity- February 18th  to February 22nd    This is me!!! I am this!!! Hi!!! So we have a tendency to be freakishly creative, but really sensitive and that’s why. I don’t know if all Aquarius/Pisces cusps are like this, but I’m really really attention deficit and energetic which makes us come off as dismissive or frustrated. We do well in positions of leadership and control, but we have to do things our own way. Doing things someone else’s way is REALLY NOT OKAY with someone in this cusp. Most of the time because we’ve already thought through the most logical way to do it and saw that your way is wrong. We’re freakishly smart too, we just don’t like to show it. :P 

Pisces-Aries: AKA the Cusp of Rebirth- March 19th  to March 26th     So from what I’ve gathered, which isn't very much so bear with me…. but from what I’ve gathered you like your alone time, but you also REALLY like to party when you’re in the mood for it. Like you won’t go down without a fight if you wanna party and someone tells you no. I think that’s the Aries part? Like…. you get freakishly passionate about the things you do which comes very strongly from both sides. But then its HOW you do them that’s very much Aries-esque. Like…. I dunno how to really explain it well, but you’re very aggressive lovers, and you fight with your whole body. And yeah. There isn’t much of a better way to explain it than that. I’d say you need to chill, but I feel like if you tried to chill you'd just get really depressed and a depressed Aries is like the freakin end of the world and no one wants that. 

So yeah. Cusps are really cool. A lot of people don’t know they’re cusps. A lot of people don’t know anything about cusps. But cusps have a tendency to be about ten times stronger spiritually, but about ten times weirder when compared to the average sign. So there’s that. It’s really cool and this post is going to get super duper long if I go on about them. So I’m going to stop while I’m ahead even though this post is already like a million miles long. I hope this helps anyne who has asked me about cusps??

I edited a couple things in here so that they’d be a bit more accurate. I reread a handful after it started to gain a couple notes and realized some of the little excerpt thingies sounded like I was ragging on the cusps a little.

  • Miss Schnee: Weiss. Winter. Thank you for coming. *Miss Schnee greeted her daughters with a brief hug as that take their seats with in a restaurant.*
  • Weiss: Of course mother. Is everything alright? *Weiss asked, taking hold of the tea set out for them.*
  • Winter: Whitely isn't being a brat and giving you trouble since you took control of the company, named Weiss the heiress again, and divorced that pitiful excuse of a man Jacques, is he? *Winter question before taking a sip of her own tea.*
  • Miss Schnee: No. Nothing of the sort. Besides he is living with his father now. It's actually something that I am bit nervous to tell you both. She said pouring herself some tea.*
  • Winter: What is it?
  • Weiss: Mother you can tell us anything.
  • Miss Schnee: Well. You see. *she started, lifting her tea cup to take a sip.* I have meet someone.
  • Weiss: *chocks on her tea slightly as Winter just looks surprised.* Cough cough! Really? So soon?
  • Winter: I must admit. I thought is would be a year before you started looking for someone to replace Jacques.
  • Miss Schnee: I will admit I was quite surprise myself when I first met him during a business trip to Vale. However after talking with him and him asking me to dinner, we, how does the saying go, hit it off quite nicely. *Miss Schnee smiled warmly at memory of their first date*
  • Weiss: Mother, As Happy as I am to hear that you have found someone that makes you happy. I must ask if you are sure they aren't... *Weiss trailed off not wanting to upset her mother until Winter put it bluntly.*
  • Winter: Are you sure they would just trying use you for money or to take the company?
  • Weiss: Winter!
  • Miss Schnee: It's quite alright, Weiss. I have had the same thoughts when he first asked me on a date but after a wonderful time at a fair and a few more dates with extremely lovely nights. *At this both Schnee sisters cringed at what their mother was implying.* I learned something quite surprising.
  • Winter/Weiss: Which is?
  • Miss Schnee: He has, and still doesn't, have any thought that I am the head of the schnee dust company.
  • Weiss: *Winter and Weiss both stared at their mother's victorious smile, then at each other and back to their mother as Weiss is the first to speak.* Come again?
  • Winter: Who could he not know who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Well he is from a small island in Vale and when he asked me what I do for a living I told him a half truth and said I work for the company instead of running it.
  • Weiss: I guess that is one way to make sure he isn't after your money but when are you going to tell him who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Funny you should ask that. I asked him and his family to join us here so we can all meet.
  • Winter/Weiss: Him and his what? *the schnee sister said simultaneously when they both hear very familiar voices from behind them.*
  • Ruby: Whoooooooooooa! Look at this place!
  • Yang: Wow Dad. First a surprise trip to Atlas to meet you mystery girlfriend and now a dinner at a fiver start restaurant. Nice.
  • Qrow: Jeez Tai. You lady friend sure has expense taste. You sure you can afford this?
  • Tai: As long as Ruby doesn't go overboard on the deserts, yeah... I think?
  • Winter: *Both Weiss and Winter slowly turned to face the Xiao-long/Rose family with a look of surprise and dread.* Weiss, Why is most of your here?
  • Weiss: I don't... I haven't the faintest-
  • Miss Schnee: *Suddenly Weiss and Winter's mother stood up called out with a smile.* ~Oh Darling!~
  • Weiss/Winter: DARLING!?
  • Tai: *Tai as well as Ruby Yang and Qrow, who is drinking out of his flack, turned towards them before Tai smiled.* Oh There she is! *He then headed over as his daughters followed meanwhile Qrow stood in place as his flack fall from his hand. Once at the table He and Miss Schnee shared a kiss as he said.* Hello Sweetie.
  • Weiss: SWEETIE!?
  • Ruby: Huh? Oh hey Weiss.
  • Yang: What are you doing here?
  • Tai: Girls, I want you to meet my girlfriend Diana. Diana these are my daughters Yang and Ruby.
  • Miss Schnee: It's a pleasure to meet you both. *Miss Schnee greeted as she held out her hand shaking both a excited Ruby and surprised Yang hand.* I suppose you already know one my daughters already.
  • Tai: I do? *Tai raised an eyebrow before look at a growing paler Weiss and Winter who is still staring at a just as shocked Qrow.* Weiss? Winter? What are... Wait. YOU'RE DIANA SCHNEE!? *Tai shouted in surprise.*
  • Miss Schnee: Guilty~. *Miss Schnee smiled playfully.*
  • Weiss: You got to be kidding me.
  • Yang: I... Wow.
  • Ruby: *Gasps happily.* Does this mean we are sisters now!
  • Weiss: NO!
  • Miss Schnee/Tai: Probably/Maybe.
  • Weiss: Mother! I'm sorry, and no disrespect to you Mr. Xiao-Long, But you can't date two of my teammate's father! Winter, Please say something!
  • Winter: *At the mention of her name, Winter stood up from her seat and walked over to Qrow and pulled him over to the table next to her mother.* Ahem, as long as we are introducing our special someones. Mother, This is Qrow Branwen. My fiance.
  • Miss Schnee: Pleasure to meet you.
  • Qrow: Uh, Yeah. Likewise.
  • Weiss: ... What?
  • Yang: So does this make Weiss our sister or aunt?
  • Weiss: What!?
  • Ruby: *hugs Weiss and squeals with joy* AUNTIE SISTER!~
  • ~RWBY dormroom~
  • Weiss: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *Weiss screamed as she shot up from her bed.*
  • Blake: *Blake shot up at the sound of her teammate scream.* What the!? Weiss? Are you okay?
  • Weiss: *Weiss panted heavily looking around.* Y-eah... Yes... It was just a nightmare.
  • Blake: Are you sure you are okay?
  • Weiss: Yes. It was nothing.
  • Blake: ... Okay. Just get some rest. You got to go tomorrow see your mother back in Atlas tomorrow. *Blake yawned as she layed back down and added as she turned to the wall.* Oh and say hi to Yang and Ruby for me if you see them.
  • Weiss: Right. Of course. Good night. *Weiss mutter laying back down before shooting right back up.* Wait excuse me?
  • Blake: Yang texted me that their dad has taken them to Atlas. Ruby even sent pictures. *THUD!* Huh? Weiss? Are you- *Blake asked until she found Weiss on the ground.* ... Sweet dreams Weiss.
i flirt in #mycalvins

Note: Dedicated to my fellow hoes in @bangtan-bookclub. I love you ALL. This isn’t full smut, but it’s pretty explicit (which is why I tagged it the way I did). 

Summary: UnderwearModel!Hoseok

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“You owe me cookies,” your friend reminds you, nudging your shoulder with a cheshire cat grin. “And you can bake them on his abs. God he’s so hot.” 

Jung Hoseok stands across the room bathed in warm lighting as he poses for the photographer. He’s nearly naked save for the small, tight scrap of cloth covering his essentials. Boxer Briefs. 

You shudder as you pretend to work while sliding Hoseok discreet looks. The boxer briefs he’s wearing is a reminder that (A) you lost the bet by thinking he wore regular briefs, and (B) you needed to get laid ASAP if you were this close to losing your cool over a random underwear model. 

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dr-hufflegem  asked:

I saw the post about INFP vs ENFP and now I'm thinking (again) what if my type isn't INFP? Is it possible to be ENFP and still get tired of people sometimes?

(Mick and Beth from the CBS Show Moonlight: ESFP / ENFP.)

Yes.

Ne is not a socializing function. It is perception. It takes the environment, sees it, and alters it into conception, ideas generation, or reading between the lines. It becomes most energized in situations that engage it in abstraction – in discussion of theory (psychology, philosophy, the connections between elements, the motives behind people’s actions, theorizing, etc) – but in a heavily sensory world, these things are not often readily available to a Ne-dom on a daily basis when interacting with others, unless they have somehow managed to attract and hold onto a handful of intuitive friends.

Thus, normal sensory socializing (discussion of who did what, who wore what, who went where, what they saw there; what have you been doing lately? tell me all about it!; going places, doing things, being in a world where it is loud, busy, crowded, etc) is going to drain them. And people who are NOT talking about what the Ne loves talking about… are going to drain them. The Ne-dom will come home mentally tired. Their Ne did not get “fed.”

ENFPs also need time to process their feelings about what happened that day. Fi cannot do this in a group. And too much Fe is totally draining for them. I’ve noticed I get more tired around FJ’s in real life than Fi-using types, because of the sheer amount of emotional intensity required to keep up with them. I cannot do that for a long period of time. I love having company, to a point, but usually after five or six hours I’m tired. I need to go be alone, think Ne-thoughts, alter the topic to something theory-based (can we talk about the motives and psychology of this character, or what this film tells us about the writer, or how it reflects modern perception? what is the difference between denial and wrongful belief? are the two connected? does level of denial dictate levels of out-of-reality? how do you know when you’re in reality and when you’re in denial?) or work on one of my writing projects to energize myself.

The only way I can avoid this slump is if we’re doing something that doesn’t require me to talk constantly (which uses my lower Te, which also gets tired after awhile as a lower function), but that also excites my Ne imagination.

I remember the only trip I didn’t get tired on – to New York City. I LOVED it. So different. So busy. So full of possibilities. So many ideas. My Ne was wired. And I think most of the girls I was with in the van were Fi’s, in hindsight, so we just interacted when we wanted to, and left one another alone when we didn’t. At least one was also an ENFP, so we spent five hours in the back of the van discussing the psychological elements of Phantom of the Opera, and debating whether Snape was really a bad guy or not based on his actions, and theorizing on his motives, and discussing the spiritual parallels and archetypes in Rowling’s works.

I came home with big dreams about moving there. I didn’t, but that’s normal. ;)

- ENFP Mod

This is based on that really good art by @masdanii a little while ago captioned with “Words Were Said” and a conversation I had with @sovvung about that (awesome) art. This kind of started as an excuse for me to practice writing in Angry Stan’s voice and try to get better at it. Thanks to those two users for being awesome writing inspiration!!


Stan stumbled over something in the dying light of the shack’s living room. He caught his balance on the wall, stopping himself from face planting to the ground. Grumbling, he turned around to see what it was. A backpack. Jeez, thought Stan, Mabel must have left it down here. Stan was worried about the girl—she’d just come home and flung her stuff down, apparently, and tore up to the attic without even a ‘hello’ thrown back. She came home much sooner than he expected. Stan had noticed little things that seemed to be inconsequential, but were slowly stealing Mabel’s happiness. Mainly- Dipper spending so much time without her and with Ford instead.

Stan sighed and leaned down to pick up the pack. He was sure Mabel would miss her things soon, and he wanted to at least try and make her smile today. As he bent down, he heard a rush of static and the edge of a conversation.

Mabel will be fine on her own. She has a magnetic personality—“a rush of static came over the line and then cleared up into Dipper’s voice, “We’ve never really been apart before.” Another shift and Ford’s voice came over the line again “And isn’t it suffocating?” with another screech of static the walkie-talkie Stan found in the bag went silent. Obviously this conversation was not meant to be heard, the button was probably accidentally pushed down to communicate. Nevertheless, Stan crushed the walkie-talkie to pieces in his hand, his arm shaking with barely concealed rage. He set the bag down and flung the pieces from his hand. The plastic aggravated the cut he’d received a couple weeks ago from the portal on his hand, but this time he didn’t even wrap it.

Stan sat down unsteadily in his chair. His entire body was shaking with anger over what he heard.

How dare he say that about Mabel? How dare he! If she hadn’t dropped her bag—no she can never hear that—Dipper’s a good kid, he wouldn’t leave his sister, right? What is he doing to this family? He had one job, stay away from the kids, and now, n-now he’s, ugh… Stan’s thoughts chased themselves in circles as his body gave way to tears. He made no noise, just sat in his chair, letting his thoughts run wild circles through his brain, working himself up over the words he’d heard exchanged more and more, but trying to ignore the last sentence as it kept building within him.

Stan struggled to draw in a breath in between his quiet sobs, and suddenly Ford’s words hit him harder than before. Isn’t it suffocating? I’m SUFFOCATING? Did—did he ever…Was I always just…Too dumb, slowed him down, held him back, s u f f o c a t e d my brother?

Stan pushed down with his thumb on the new cut on his hand and hissed out an expletive. But the pain served his purpose and cleared his head. Looking around him, he swallowed the rest of his tears and stood up, straightening his Mr. Mystery suit. He grabbed the broom and swept up the broken walkie-talkie pieces, dumping it in the trash. Everything his right hand touched hurt, but he let himself feel that pain rather than keep thinking too hard about what he heard.

Finally, he wrapped it up, grabbed a pitt cola to hide the injury, and walked up to the attic to talk to Mabel. Stan listened to her sadness over growing up, her fears and her worries, and gave the best advice he could. He allowed his own vulnerability to shine through for a second, the old ache that his twin didn’t stick with him through thick and thin, before rubbing Mabel’s hair affectionately with a small smile. Mabel responded in kind, smiling up at Stan and told him thanks. When Stan left her room, she was smiling again, picking out pictures for the scrapbook and getting back to her normal, upbeat self.

And Stan was going to make sure that whatever had transpired after the static on that walkie-talkie, nothing would take that happiness away from his grandniece.

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Finally as the sun was starting to go down, Dipper and Ford returned home. Stan saw Dipper covered in scratch marks and looking generally beat up. Stan swallowed another wave of anger and told him to go clean up and head straight to bed. Dipper dropped his bag and ran up the stairs, looking too excited about whatever they’d done that day to argue back at Stan.

Ford comes in behind him, not even sparing Stanley a glance, and heads to the kitchen. Stan hears him puttering around in there, probably making coffee. He stands and makes his way into the kitchen, coming to stand just behind his brother.

“Ford,” he starts, his gruff voice quiet. Ford doesn’t turn around, but a tensing of the shoulders means he knows his brother heard him.

Stan tries again, “Stanford,” and winces, his voice cracking. At that Ford turns around, his face hardening into a mask of annoyance, to ask what Stan wants with him.

Stan feels a tremor go through him and he shudders. For as much time as he’s had to think, he still doesn’t know what he wants to say. Luckily, Ford makes it easy for him.

“What do you want now, Stanley? I’ve had a long day and I don’t have time for whatever nonsense you’re giving me right now.”

Stanley feels his spine go rigid with resolve, an angry light in his eyes. His voice is low and strong when he speaks this time. “Ford, have you ever been choked nearly to death? Have you ever been thrown into such a tiny space that you can feel the air go stale and you start to panic, thinking ‘this is it, this is the end’? Have you ever been suffocated?” Another tremor goes through Stan and he lets it show, his arms shaking slightly. “Have you ever felt their hands close around your neck as you try to get away, only to be dragged back into them, to watch the look of glee in their eye as they slowly kill you? Or worse, the complete lack of caring as you’re slowly drifting into nothing, just another check mark on a list of things to take care of.” Stan takes a deep breath and raises his voice, “have you ever suffocated?

Stan never took his eyes off of his brother’s face. At first it was still that hard annoyance, then confusion, a flash of recognition, a wince of sympathetic pain, eyes wide and features going slack. When Stan repeated suffocated though, is when Stan saw a light click on in his big brain, and Ford’s expression turned defensive.

“Don’t be over dramatic Stanley. Where are these questions coming from?”

No puedo respirar!I know what it feels like to be suffocating, Stanford. All you know is a brother who has always had your back and stood by you! A brother willing to do anything for you, a brother willing to spend 40 years of his life making up for an accident! And you have the gall to call me suffocating?

“Stan, that’s not what I—“

“No! How could you say,” Stan’s voice cracked but he didn’t stop, plowing on, feeling his anger turn to sadness, “that about me? How could you j-just dismiss our entire childhood like that? Did you ever even like me—or was I just the dumb muscle in your shadow?” Stan’s voice was cracking and his gestures were less sporadic. He could feel the tears threatening to spill over, but still he waited for his brother’s words. If his brother could contradict him, he’d stay.

Stanford looked back, surprise and hurt written over his face. His jaw was slack, hanging open like a fish. But he didn’t say anything. Stanley swallowed hard and turned away. “I’ll be out of your space soon, then. Only one more week until this suffocating nuisance is away from you forever. Sorry I can’t make summer end faster.”

And with that he stalked out of the house, straight to his car, and drove away.

He didn’t see Stanford crouch down in the kitchen, one hand to his heart, the other to his mouth, stifling himself as he cried. He didn’t see Stanford stay that way for over an hour. He didn’t see Stanford rock himself to his feet and into the bathroom. He didn’t hear his brother retching into the toilet, sick at his own thoughts and actions. He didn’t hear the muffled gasps of pain as Stanford took care of his injuries. He didn’t see Stanford stop outside of his own room and lean his head against the old wood, guilt spread across the planes of his face. He didn’t hear Stanford walk woodenly down to the basement, snagging Dipper’s backpack as he went. He didn’t know his brother was finally sealing the problem they created in front of the machine that started it. He didn’t know everything he wanted from his brother was just subverted by the wrong set of twins fighting.

And at the end of the summer, after the twins had left (together—Stan hadn’t heard Stanford rescinded his offer to Dipper), he didn’t see Stanford offer him their childhood dreams. All he saw was the open road blurred by tears, barely choking out breaths between his sobs.

Stan almost laughed at how suffocated he felt.

Dare

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Maxwell x MC (Mika)

Rating: M, for sexy times and naughty words

Words: 2469. Yeah…this kind of got away from me. Oops.

Somewhere between the glass of wine and the questions taking a deeper turn, Mika considers that maybe a game of truth or dare with Maxwell isn't  the best idea she’s ever had. But she’s been frustrated and sleep-deprived and it’s all Maxwell’s fault, so why not spend the evening in his bedroom with a bottle of wine?

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P A R T Y (S H U T D O W N)

S U M M A R Y : “Aren’t you suppose to be the king of partying?” I asked with a smirk before taking a sip out of the red solo cup, “Well of course but I’ll shut this whole thing down to be with you.”

G E N E R E : Fluff + a small pinch of hinting smut (idk what to call it)

Originally posted by jjilljj

 Music had taken over the house as the smell of alcohol coming from the red solo cups held by the party guest filled my nose. Some had smelled fruity which made my mouth semi water as for other drinks smelled way too strong as if the person wanted to wake up the next day with a raging hangover.

“Hey stop making those faces.” My friend Yoobin had let her elbow poke my exposed side that wasn’t covered by my arms, “I’m not making any faces.” I shoot her a glare, yet she doesn’t seem to threaten by it and drags me towards the drinks that were packed on the counter top.

When arriving at the kitchen, it was filled with more party guest. Some had been talking or more like flirting as for the other half were already drunk and slurring their words to their friends who sat near them with few chuckles leaving their lips.

“That’s gonna be you in a few.” Yoobin points to a girl with short dyed red hair who had been fighting her friends to get her clothes off and into the pool out back, “You mean you, right? I don’t drink much.” I retorted, staring at her as if she was crazy

“Tonight you will and I’ll make sure of it.”

“You sound so much like a guy trying to get a girl to drink so much that she allows him to sleep with her.”

The statement made Yoobin stare at me with a questioning gaze, however, she shakes her head and walks towards the drinks where I had followed her; “Y/N if I wanted a girl, I can easily seduce her without a drink.”

I chuckle at her words, “Keep dreaming about that kiddo.” Patting her back, Yoobin ignores my comment and focuses more on mixing a few of the different alcohols together in the two cups she had pulled out for us.

Taking the chance to look around the place, I couldn’t help but notice how freaky some people were already getting. Mostly by the poolside, but I refuse to give much detail about it.

As my face twisted in disgust, Yoobin elbows my side again  — causing me to glare at the violet hair girl, “Do it again and I’ll drown you in the whiskey.”

“I love that… The cause of death, drowned by whiskey but here.” She hands me the drink and I take a quick sniff. So far it didn’t smell bad like the others I had smelled before. Yoobin and I end up speaking with a few people who we had considered friends and joked around about her neighbors who tried to seem ‘hip’ by using old slang no one used anymore.

In the midst of listening to others tell an absurd story, Yoobin tilts her cup and speaks;

“I think your boyfriend wants you.” I follow her gaze, it had only led my eyes to the one and only  — Kim Seokjin.

He was well known around the neighborhood for being amazing along with his skyrocketing grades he received at school so of course, parents took a major liking to him. As for his relations with other students; people liked him for his exciting wild parties he held along with a few girls and boys who liked him for his good looks but Jin showed no interest in them.

To be truthful, Jin and I were seeing each other but in secret, since we both didn’t like a lot of people in our business yet I was sure people knew due to how Jin could never keep his eyes off me and I could never keep my eyes off him. I mean come on, Seokjin is handsome  — worldwide handsome to be completely honest.

However returning back to reality, Jin had smiled at me which had made me feel blessed that I could have a prince like him all to myself.

“Go over to him Y/N. Don’t avoid your boyfriend.” Yoobin teases me, I take the chance to let my elbow hit her rib cage in which she yells, “I’m not avoiding him…” A few ‘tsk tsk tsk’ leaves her mouth before she speaks again, “You guys are such a weird couple.”

I could only roll my eyes at her comment yet I sneak a few glances from Jin and he does the same. Half the night is filled with sneaky looks and drinks until I finally had enough alcohol in my system to go up to him which so happened to be in the backyard at the pool where not many people had been out now. Most of them had gone back inside for more drinks or to go upstairs for some private time with each other.

“Well well… You finally come to spend time with your prince.” Jin automatically holds my free hand  — pulling me close to him and for that, his lips dance upon mine. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds before he swipes his tongue against my lower lip and pulls away, “Had fun there.” Staring into his eyes Jin smirked, “You taste very sweet, let me have some.”

His points to the cup in my right hand, “Just one sip. No more.” I instructed, nevertheless Jin hadn’t listened and almost drank everything in the containment until I had pulled it away from his lips

“You didn’t follow my directions,“ I whine, my lower lip pokes out which had caused Jin to pinch my cheek, “Ah I’m sorry princess.”

The nickname had made me smile as well with feeling a little hot to my face, “Hmm… Should I end the party a little early for you?” Hearing his questions my eyes scan his facial expressions to see if he was serious or him just being a little weird since drinking the alcohol in my cup;

“Aren’t you supposed to be the king of partying?  You usually party until the morning so what’s up with that?” I asked with a smirk before taking a sip out of the red solo cup, “Well of course but after just looking at you, I think just us alone can be amusing than this party.” His words alone make my heart flutter, “And what do you have planned for us Jin?”

“Hmm, we can relax and watch your favorite shows or movies. I’ll order whatever you want and if you allow me to..” Jin comes closer to the point his lips are near my ear as his left-hand rest on the lower part of my back as his right-hand slides further to ass in which he gives me a playful grab, “Have a little fun.”

I can’t help but laugh at his offer as he pulls away from me after leaving a small kiss upon my ear even though my hair had covered it.

“If you shut it down then we will have to do a lot of cleaning up before getting any alone time.” I take a huge gulp from my drink before giving the rest to him, “We can clean it up in few minutes, let the boys handle it, or clean it up after.”

He refers to his group of friends that had been scattered around flirting with girls who threw themselves onto them.

Taking a few seconds to stare at them, I turn towards Jin and pull him down for a kiss. Having our lip interlock, I can taste the cocktail I had given him which tasted way better off of him but before anything got too wild  — I pull away from his lips, “We can clean it up after since I wouldn’t want to be a cock block for them.” I smirk and Jin smiles before giving me a quick peck;

“Anything for you princess.”


A/N : It’s been edited so it’s not so hard to read anymore. I do apologise for that 

Are there any fans who don’t hate one or the other version of the Master? are there those who like both Gomez and Simm’s versions?
Because i honestly don’t understand, why wouldn’t people just do that. That’s the biggest part of the excitement - the evolution of the character.

I fell in love with the Master 10 years ago after i read an article in Wikipedia! I knew nothing about Doctor Who, i had never watched it before. But for some random reason i came across this article about the Master. And after first or second paragraph, i felt like that was it, like i finally found my perfect character, my ultimate muse. That was literally love at first sight - with a Wikipedia article!

Then i started to watch New Doctor Who (the Ninth Doctor), and i was gravely disappointed, because there was no Master. I thought he was a main character or something, and i didn’t expect he won’t turn up until season 3. But I waited patiently. And then i saw Simm. Gosh, was that a blow! He was nothing like the description in Wikipedia. I remember seeing him regenerating in Utopia and thinking - is that it? i waited 3 seasons fot that? In other words, i hated everyting about him. But then somewhere in the middle of Sound of Drums, i realized that i’m actually falling for him, that he is still perfect in his own way. Thus, he was the first Master i saw and loved. And i just accepted everything about him, including the cannibalism and this weird electrical ‘chidori’ thing… In a way, i still love him the most, because he had such an impact on my life (my initial desire to meet John Simm led me to moving abroad and changing my entire life, so that can’t be overstated).

Then, of course, i moved on to Classics. And again, I loved every version. Even Crispy, even Roberts. I say 'even’, because people tend to shit on them or make fun of them, but come on! - why would you make fun of brilliant Beevers? I also adore Ainley, and i know that fans usually prefer Delgado, but let’s face it - Ainley is amazing, and handsome, and funny, and great in every way :) At some point my two favourite versions were Koschei and Shalka, even though they are not considered to be in official canon. I just enjoyed making my own headcanons about them. Koschei was a sort of imaginary friend of mine:)

And finally when i saw Gomez, i just knew. From the first episode with her i knew that she was the Master. I had spent 8 years with the character intertwining with my life, so that was a kind of personal feeling. And again, from the first moment I loved her. I thought that it was absolutely brilliant to make a female Master. And isn't it obvious that she is perfect for the role? I hate to compare her to Delgado or anyone, because whe is perfectly capable of standing on her own.  

Sorry for the long post, but because of Simm!Master’s return, the arguments started again, and it hurts me in the way it really shouldn’t. I love all of them so much and in such a personal way, that seeing some shit about any of them is painful.

combateng1neer  asked:

Prompt #26: After a long and happy life, Judy Wilde passes away amidst of friends and family. Now in heaven, Judy can't wait to reunite with her beloved husband Nick. But for some reason, Nick isn't there. He's in hell. But Judy isn't about to let that slide, even if she has to fight all of Heaven and Hell by herself.

Ahaha…I like this idea.

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“Alright, cubs and kits, let’s let Gram get some rest, okay.”  Jeremy said as he leaned through the doorway.

The young ones all moaned and groaned.  Rolling around dramatically in protest in some cases, declaring it wasn’t fair or to just have five more minutes to tell Gram about school.  But they all collectively listened to tall tiger when he teasingly told them he would arrest them and have them all grounded. 

Judy giggled lightly as she watched the kits shuffle out with minor protests.

“Good night everyone,”  Judy said with a small wave and a warm smile.

A chorus of “Goodnight Gram,” followed.

Once all the kits were gone, Jeremy entered the room.  He chuffed softly down at the old bunny.  Judy gave a weak breath of a chuff back to her son.  The tiger turned off a few of her room lights, before carefully helping her lie down in bed.

“Rest up now, mom.”  Jeremy said softly as he tucked Judy in, patting the blankets down with one paw.  “Sammy will be in a few minutes with some water and your pills.”

“Thank you, sweetpea,”  Judy muttered up at her son.  She contently sigh and wiggled into her pillow.

One last soft chuff and goodnight, and Jeremy slowly clicked the door shut.

Judy smiled up at the ceiling.  Her whole family was there for her.  Almost like they all collectively knew something was coming.  Something Judy was okay with.  She lived a long good life.  Saved and changed the city of Zootopia as best she could.  Raised good kits and had an army of grandkits to love.  And it was all lovely and good.

She closed her eyes, as she felt her tiredness pull her in. 

She never woke up with Samantha come in.

Judy wakes up in a warm, lush, and beautiful place.  It calm, and she just sort of knows she died and this is even.  It’s just sort of there in her head like a face, and she completely okay with the fact.

She glanced around at the beauty around her.  Sweeping greens and bright flowers that reminded her of Bunnyburrow, and Zootopia as well.

“Judy?”  A voice asked behind her suddenly. 

The rabbit turned to find a very pale furred rabbit she didn’t really recognize behind her.  They smiled at her warmly as she turned around them, and Judy found herself smiling back.

“Hello,”  Judy greeted the rabbit. 

“Hello,” The rabbit returned with a widening grin.  “And welcome to heaven.  We’ve been expecting you for a while now, you really stuck it in there.  Really gave everyone a chance to get their goodbyes in.”  The rabbit commented cheerily.  “But don’t worry, your kits are doing fine.  Sad but they’re fine.”

“That’s good to here I suppose.”  Judy comment.

“Now, come with me, I’ll take you to your loved ones.”  The rabbit said, motioning for Judy to follow them as they lead the way.

The rabbit lead Judy through the greens and flowers.  Judy admired their beautify as she past them.  Doing everything she could to contain her excitement of seeing her parents again.  Seeing some of her old friends again.  Seeing Nick again.

The two came to clearing where everyone was standing.  Her parents waiting happily in the font, and a collection of her siblings that passed before.  They all cheered at the sight of her, and Judy didn’t hesitate to rush into their arms for a hugs.  Everyone was grinning or cheering, or bouncing up and down iin general excitement as they greeted her.

But something was missing.

Something very important was missing.

And with every passing moment Judy didn’t see Nick, the more her smile dropped.  But she half expected Nick to just dramatically appear on a ray of sunshine and spin her around happily at the reunion.  Yet he never appeared.

“Where’s Nick?”  Judy asked, turning to the rabbit that lead her there.

“Who?”  The rabbit asked looking slightly confused and Judy’s growing frown.

“Nick, my husband.  Nicholas Wilde.”  Judy clarified feeling her ears drop.  “Where is he?”

“Ah…yes…let me see.”  The rabbit said, producing a folder of some kine out of thin air.  They shuffled through it quickly, muttering to themselves.  “Oh, soulmates, lovely, yes…so he should be…oh! …Oh….oh no.”  The rabbit’s face fell instantly at whatever they were looking at.  “That…can’t…It’s not possible, is it?  Surely…well…hmm.”

“What, what is it?”  Judy asked, inching closer to the rabbit.

The rabbit closed the folder and it vanished instantly.  “Um, well, there seems to be a slight…irregularity.”  They started warmly, and Judy didn’t like the sound of that.  “It appears your husband didn’t make it into heaven.”

What!?” Judy snapped at the rabbit.

“I’ve never seen this happen, soulmates are always together in the afterlife.  Must be a clerical error, we’ll get it cleared up soon.”  The rabbit smiled at Judy like there was nothing wrong before it fell slightly.  “Though by the time that clears, it will likely be too late for his soul…”  The rabbit started muttering to themselves.

“Take me there, now!”  Judy snapped at the rabbit.

“Judy, I can’t do that,”  The rabbit said.

“Now, or I’ll go there myself.”

Judy ended up having to go by herself. 

No one can talk her out of it.  Didn’t matter how many figures heaven sent to talk her out of going.  It all fell on deaf ears, and fewer started coming the more she descended. 

The more she descended, the more beings from hell come up in greeting.  All of them knowing she didn’t belong there, and yet respecting the fact that she was coming down there for something.  And realizing that coming from heaven down to hell it was not just a little day trip, it was something serious.  Still though she is still a fresh soul for them to torment if she isn’t careful.

Hell’s gates open almost instantly when she arrived.  Demons coiled and perched at the sight of her.  All waiting to pounce and tear her soul to shreds.  They don’t really seem to care or respect why she there openinly.

A tall towering figure of what appeared to be an ox, blocked her way suddenly.  A face splitting grin on their face, and the cracks of their skin glowed brightly.  A collection of other demons circled around her, more interested in the scraps they might be left behind for them than charging her.

“You’re far from home,”  The demon ox boomed down at her.

“I’m looking for my husband.”  Judy informed politely.

The demons collectively laughed around her.  No doubt seeing the cruel humor in the situation.  Good little bunny wife who loves her craphole of a husband so much she stupidly came to hell.

Suddenly in a blink of an eye, the ox demon was thrown back harshly.  Followed by the other demons around her.  A blur of fire red motion shoving them away, flickering into clarity for a brief moment, before turning and heading for Judy.

The figure stopped in front of her, but grabbed her by the forearms and lifted her.  They’re hold was hot on her arms, burning, but also not really hurting her at the same time.  The figured whole farm was a bright red fire, with bright, white hot eyes staring down at her.  But the form is with out  a doubt a fox.

Mine!” figure hissed in a breath.  It’s eyes glued to staring Judy down.

Judy smiled up at the figure.  “Nick?” The figure pulled back the name.  Hissing and dropping Judy slightly in shock.  Judy’s smile just grew.  “Nick, is that you?”

The fox like figure nodded slowly, like it half remember who it was.  “Judy?”  The figure asked in return.

“Yes,”  Judy beamed excitedly with tears from in her eyes.  “Yes, Nick, it’s me.  It’s Judy.”  She stated reaching up to touch the fox’s face. 

The fox hesitates slightly to let her touch him.  But eventually gives in.  His form flickering back to the Nick she fell in love with.  And his soul shines with a similar brightness to her own.  A gasp sort of washed over the demons around them. 

“What are you doing here?”  Nick asks weakly, his almost deflating against her in relief and her touch.  Like for once something isn’t hurting him.

“I came to get you,”  Judy answered easily.  “You don’t belong here, Nick, come on, let’s go.”

“I…I…can’t go,”  Nick returned weakly, as he nestled against her paw.  Savoring the feeling of her soft touch, like he need to remember it for the rest of eternity.  “You shouldn’t even be here, Judy, you don’t belong.”

“And neither do you,”  Judy returned hurriedly.

“I…”  Nick started, before his ears flicked towards a sound.  Instantly he turned back into the fire from he had been before.  He turned sharply, and shrieked loudly at the ox demon as it quickly advanced.  The demon stopped instantly at the sight.  Turning back, Nick shifted back into his normal form, smiling down softly at her.  “I’ve been her too long, Carrots, it’s not a matter of belonging or not.”

“Well, if your not coming with me, then I’m staying her.”  Judy said stubbornly.

The fox blinked down at her for a moment, before sighing with a grin on his lips.  “Stubborn Bunny,”  He commented.  “Will you leave if I go with you.”

“Of course.”  Judy smiled up at the fox.

The rabbit to the fox’s paw and let the way out hell.  Every demon and tortured soul clearing the way from them.  Amazed looks on their faces as Judy lead he fox out.  And the gates opened right up at the sight of her again.

Heaven didn’t say no to letting her back in, and they seemed to know better than telling her not to bring Nick in. 

The fox cuddled up against her endlessly, or held her hand constantly.  In fear of turning back into the firey thing, he didn’t trust heaven to heal and keep him whole that way.  But also to make up for every second of pain he spend in hell.

And it was all paradise.

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AN:  I don’t know.  Just don’t put Judy’s fox in hell.  He will destroy you, and Judy will come get it.