what should have happened tbh
  • sangwoo: listen up bum I have a great plan
  • bum: yes?
  • sangwoo: I will dress the corpse with your clothes then I will pretend that im carrying you and take it to the woods but hopefully the old lady wont notice me or the corpse then you fallow me afterwards without covering your face or anything and hopefully the old lady wont notice you
  • bum:
  • bum: or we could just keep the corpse in the bag and take it with us to the woods then we could just tell the old lady that we are going to camp at a late hour because we want to enjoy watching the sun rise at the woods or something
  • sangwoo: ...oh


Morning After: Thor imagine

The morning was cold but perfect. The storm outside took over the perfect Asgard weather. But this was your favorite weather. Rough and raw dark skies as rain harshly pummeled against the window. The thunder sounding ever few times in an almost peaceful way to you. The lightening ever so slightly slipping light in the dark room.

Even if it was freezing in the bedroom you felt nothing but warmth as you laid in the large silk bedding with the arms of a God around you.

You laid securely on top of Thor’s chest. He was a giant compared to you. He laid under you, one arm slung over your waist as his other hand rested on your thigh… right under your bum. Your fave was buried in his neck as your leg was thrown over him. Your bodies were pressed against each other as close as possible. 

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Imagine Spot Conlon Saving You

“What do we have here?” “Whatcha doing in this part of town, sweetheart?” Catcalls and whistles follow you down the street. You keep silent, trying to ignore them. Stupid Brooklyn boys. In your rush, you had forgotten not to go through the “bad part of town.” Now you were paying the price. So much for a shortcut.
Suddenly, a brawny blond boy jumps down from his perch on a stack of crates, blocking your path. He wears only some faded red suspenders holding up his worn pants. "What’s your rush, goil?” He asks, taking a menacing step forward. You step back, but he keeps advancing. Before you know it, he and a few other boys have you backed into a dead end alley.
Your breath starts coming faster. You nervously tuck a lock of (h/c) hair behind your ear. “I need,” you say. It comes out as a squeak instead of the confident, commanding tone you were going for. “I need to get home. Now. My parents are expecting me.”
“Oh!” The blond boy says with mock sympathy. “Mustn’t keep you from your mommy, must we?” The other boys snickered.
You clench your fists so hard, your nails dig into your palms. Anger wells up inside of you. How dare he speak to you that way! You are a lady of high standing! "You, you good for nothing little…” You stop before you say the cuss word you were thinking of. It isn’t ladylike to swear. “I don’t know who you think you are or what you think you’re accomplishing by detaining me, but,” you say, the confidence you were lacking a moment ago now in your voice. “But YOUR mother would be ASHAMED of you. Now I’ll be going.” You try to walk breezily past him, but he puts up an arm to block your path The boy is now so close, only a few inches separate you. You can feel his hot breath on your face. His nostrils flare violently, and his face is bright red from anger. You realize you may have made a mistake by mouthing off when you were in no position to do so. Fear once again clutches your heart as he comes ever closer. Your back hits the cold brick wall, and you screw your (e/c) eyes shut, waiting for the worst.
“Hey!” A stern voice shouts. All of the boys freeze and whirl to look at the intruder. A muscular boy about your age pushes his way forward to stand beside the blond boy. His brown eyes snap with anger. “And what do ya think you’re doing, Clyde?” He asks the blond boy.
“None of your business, Conlon,” Clyde shoots back, not backing away an inch.
“Miss, ya know this guy?” Mr. Conlon asks you. You violently shake your head ‘no’. “Is he bothering ya?” He asks.
“Yes,” you whisper as Clyde glares at you, not backing away an inch.
“See, Clyde,” Mr. Conlon says. “The lady don’t want you bumming around here. And neither do I. So get off my turf, and neva let me catch ya here again, got it?” He clenches his fists, and you can see his muscles bulge.
“Oh yeah, Spot? And who’s gonna make me leave?” Clyde sneers.
Spot Conlon gives a shrill whistle. Several Brooklyn newsies appear. “They is. You gots five seconds ta get outta here. Five.” Spot grabs your hand. “Four.” Clyde begins to back up. “Three-two-one,” Spot counts off the rest of the numbers faster than you thought possible. “GET EM!” He begins running, dragging you behind him. Fists begin flying behind you. Once you’re safely around a corner, far from the brawl, Spot stops and drops your hand.
“Thank you,” you say and give him a dazzling smile, relief flooding through you. “So much.”
“No problem,” he replies, ducking his head, stunned by your smile. The tough boy who had told off those bullies only moments earlier had disappeared. “Gives the boys a nice chance for some soakin, gets it outta their systems for awhile. I’m Spot Conlon, by the way. King of Brooklyn.” He extends his hand for you to shake.
“(Y/n),” you reply. “Your Majesty.” You drop a curtsy and giggle. “I had no idea I was in the presence of royalty.”
Spot flushes a deep red, and his unshaken hand falls back to his side. “Sorry, force of habit. That’s what the guys call me. Ya want I should walk ya home? Brooklyn’s no place for a lady like you afta dark.”
“I think I’m alright from here, Spot. But thank you.”
Night is falling fast, and you’re glad for the cover the darkness provides. You don’t want Spot to see how flustered he makes you feel. He’s amazing.
“Well, if ya ever need anything, just ask one of da Brooklyn newsies for me, and I’ll be there quick as a whistle, yeah?”
“I’d like that. I hope to see you again soon, Spot.” Before you know what you’re doing, you plant a kiss on his dirt smudged cheek. You rush away in a whirl of skirts, heart pounding from your encounter with this handsome “king.”

Cards Against Supernatural: Special Season Finale Edition - TONIGHT! TONIGHT! TONIGHT!

This CASPN Super Bowl Natural XII special edition is brought to you by….

…whoever the f*ck that is under there. Bless your lil’ paunchy heart Bobby… I mean, Luci… I mean, Metatron… um… uh… Cain, having really let himself go? Han Solo? Jon Snow? Wolverine? Nick FuryGRANDPA?! 


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itadakimatsu20  asked:

Hey ! :D i wanted to know, what do you think about lezhin's english translation ? Is it a good translation ? Love your translation !💕

I think they’re on point! Sometimes the translations can be a bit more honest like when Sangwoo says “Yoon Bum” instead of “Bum” cause it’s funny when Sangwoo tries to act polite or when in chapter 21 the gas attendant was more professional but in the Korean version the guy was a bit more playful, or when the front lady calls Bum a “young man” but in reality she said that to Sangwoo which is translated as “unmarried or single man” or switching sentences like one bubble will say xxx and the other bubble will say xxx but the translators switch the sentences. 

just small things but overall the translations are very very very well done

toughts on Sangwoo and latest chapter

I see some posts about Sangwoo probably gonna laugh or joke about bums past. I dont think this will be the case. I belive he will sympathise. Maybe not real empathy, but i dont he will joke about it. ¨
Sangwoo had a childhood with abuse too and know it is horrible. Sometimes i think people judge Sangwoo, Yeah he is evil etc..But he is intelligent, cunning, and have morals. He is a thinker not a brute.
I dont think his reaction is gonna be strong tough, rage only surfaces when something affects sangwoo. But i do think sangwoo holds some affection for Bum, atleast he wants to:
When they were on “hikingtrip” and the lady pointed out that bum was cold, Sangwoo looked at Bum and it was like he had a reaction to that he hadn’t noticed this. I belive he feel like he wants to take care of bum and be good to him. he wants to care. Like the murder present was him trying to prove it. When he was telling bum “its all because of you!” he was telling bum (i belive) that he did it out of love fore Bum.

Ruth Hogben has been posting artRAVE backdrop snippets on her Instagram recently, which is starting rumours of a possible release soon. This video had the description “Lady Gaga bum! Artpop Rave.” She also uploaded a second snippet of the ‘Just Dance’ backdrop here (not posted for copyright reasons). What do you think? Do you think she’s hinting at a possible release soon?