a career of shouting and yelling

The most dramatic moment during my Camp Counseling career at an all girls camp was when a girl got a letter from a friend saying that Zac Efron had died and one of her bunkmates ran out of the cabin and shouted “ZAC EFRON IS DEAD!!!!!” and the camp immediately fell into chaos girls were crying in the middle of camp and running around spreading the news everyone was yelling and the counselors had to look up wether or not Zac Efron was dead (this is a wireless camp so the girls couldn’t access the internet and check for themselves) and then get out a megaphone and be like “ZAC EFRON IS NOT DEAD PLEASE REMAIN CALM” outside of all the cabins it was insanity. 


The Many Faces of Victor Nikiforov - Episode 7

Aaaaand it’s time for the episode you’ve all been waiting for! Episode 7 is here and with it we get a massive amount of Victor character development! This meta will probably have a large focus on that journey but there’s definitely more to be found here than just comments on his coaching. Let’s just dive right in!

When I first saw the scene from this first gif, I was struck by how… not “Victor” it felt. Not because it was out of character – in fact, it’s more like Victor than the alternative – but because the fact that he stays in and sleeps to the last possible moment to avoid being social went so clearly against his cultivated extroverted public image. Victor plays himself off as being a lot more social than he actually is when in reality he enjoys his downtime and own space more than he openly lets on.

With this second gif, we get Victor and his forcefully cheerful smile, attempting to get Yuuri to listen to him and trying to cut off the crash and burn that it looks like he’s heading towards. Victor spends most of the episode doing this, but initially his methods are all smiles, comfort, and friendly suggestions for ways that Yuuri can help himself (even when he’s trying to be more forceful about it, like here).

But then the suggestions don’t seem to be working so he gets to thinking. What can he do to help Yuuri? We actually find him wondering this more than once in the space of this series, even as far as episode 11. Here, however, it’s a very immediate question. Yuuri is obviously spiralling, and fast. But Victor himself isn’t familiar with anxiety from a first person perspective. Everything he tries all have roots in things that have worked with Yuuri before – but now to no avail.

This fourth gif has always stood out to me, not because of the shot itself but because of the words that overlay it. Chris is mentioning how he never thought that Victor would leave the ice and find someone to protect. He, who has known Victor for roughly 10 years, has no idea why Victor made the choice he did. I don’t feel that this means that Victor’s actions are out of character for him, but more along the line that not even those closest to him know his true struggles and desires (thought this is in large part because Victor himself wasn’t entirely of what those were either). If Chris thinks it’s out of character for Victor to want to leave the ice then it’s clear that he didn’t realize how much Victor’s career was strangling him.

I chose this fifth gif for a couple of reasons. The first: I love his costume (and the Johnny Weir reference is on point). Secondly, I find it interesting that he takes gold at Euros during his Senior debut, which means he was really good for being only 17, but didn’t start his winning streak until he was 22. What this says to me is that there used to be a time when Victor had actual competition, people that could stand up to him. He’s not been the lone winner at the top during his entire career, just the latter portion of it.

I find this sixth scene particularly interesting because we never hear Victor yell. He’ll exclaim things out of excitement, sure, but never shout. At this point, he’s desperate enough to try anything at all, even if it means yelling to try and get through to Yuuri (since nothing else has seemed to work so far). I really do feel that Victor has tries everything he can think of to get Yuuri out of his own head and it’s not anyone’s fault that it just isn’t working (not even Yuuri’s own). But Victor isn’t about to give up on him.

Which leads us to the scene where everything comes to a head. Victor tries one last ditch attempt – raising the stakes for Yuuri’s performance in an attempt to imitate the risks that existed for the Onsen on Ice – and it all comes toppling down. I do actually believe that it was good that this scene happened, not just for character development and them learning about themselves/each other, but because it also finally let Yuuri release the stress he’s been carrying all day by yelling and crying it out. It’s also particularly interesting that Victor is so out of his depth the moment that tears are involved. Everything else so far he’s taken in stride, even when things weren’t working. Now though, he realizes just how out of his league he is in terms of knowing how to help Yuuri, and the apologetic walk featured in this gif exemplifies it perfectly.

For this seventh gif, I simply love how confused he is. He certainly understood the meaning behind the motion – that Yuuri forgives him – but he’s bewildered at the way Yuuri chose to send that message. Victor really does love surprises, and I feel that even the small gestures like this are part of why Yuuri attracts him so much. He can’t predict what form things will take with him because everything seems to differ from the norm. And little does he know that he’s about to get an even bigger surprise.

I’m particularly fond of this second last gif, and even more so with the updated version. You can see how amazed he is painted clearly on his face (and this is before the quad Flip too!). I wonder what Victor’s expectations were for this performance considering how Yuuri has been all day – did Victor think Yuuri would flop? Somehow scrape his way back into a decent standing? Rise to the challenge and blow them all away? As it turns out, we get the last, and we can at least say that, with the faces Victor makes, this wasn’t what he had expected would happen.

In this last gif – the moment before Victor jumps Yuuri with the biggest surprise yet (both to us as well as them) – I love how simple his expression is. The expression here just looks like a mix of pride and adoration. That Victor looks at Yuuri with this much love is what really tips us off that something big and important is about to happen, even before the sound is cut and we get the Yuuri POV camera panning to the ceiling. Yuuri wondered if Victor was angry or crying but the answer was actually neither. He was certainly overwhelmed, but then he channeled all of that into returning the favour to Yuuri with something meant to match his own surprise – a kiss on international TV in return for a quad Flip.

There’s certainly a lot to unpack in this episode and I know for sure that even after all we went through, there’s still tons more. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed these small bite sized bits of meta! Victor’s journey through this episode is definitely one of my favourites – even if you ignore the amazing ending of it – simply because of how he tries everything he can think of to calm Yuuri down. That alone says a lot about him and his feelings for Yuuri.

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Bonus because I can’t get over how cute his moment of realization is:

New Year’s Eve (E.D. Blurb)

Authors note : Hey guys it’s V! I usually don’t write but I had this huge itch to write this so hopefully it’s good and hopefully you guys enjoy ? I don’t know lol y/f/n = your friend’s name


“I knew I shouldn’t have come here.” You said to yourself. There was a party for New year’s Eve at the one place you dreaded the most and you were being dragged by your long-time friend.

“It’s not that bad. You probably won’t even see him.” Y/f/n spoke back.

“It’s his party. Of course I’m going to see him.”

Him. The one person who changed your whole life for the better. And worse. You finally had the courage to even be in the vicinity of him but your nerves were still shaking at seeing those hazel eyes.

You stepped in the house and the music was booming and people were dancing. The air was thick and smells slightly of smoke. It wasn’t how you remembered. The pictures that were once up with you were now taken down but one remained. You walked through the crowd and stared at the three eyes looking back. You stood in the middle with both the boys having their arms wrapped around your shoulders. Your bright smiles and caps and gowns glistened in the photo. You took a deep breath remembering the history.

“Hey you alright?” Your friend asked.

“Yeah.. I need a drink.” You stated while making your way to the counter.

You grabbed a filled up bottle of vodka and turned around only to be stopped by y/f/n.

“Uhh woah alcoholic, where are you going with that?”

“I don’t want to deal with sweaty drunk bodies so I’m going somewhere by myself.” you bluntly stated. She sighed, telling me to be careful. I nodded, making my way upstairs.

You walked into his room, noticing it looked the same back when you were in high school. You studied the room, taking each detail in like it was the first time. You remembered the first time being in his room. Freshman year when you both were assigned a project together. He treated you so kindly, tending to your every need. You didn’t know it then, but that was when you fell for him.

You shook your head not trying to remember those memories. You made your way to the window, heading to the roof. The cold, brisk air hit you once again. You sat at the top, scanning everyone dancing, drinking, and conversing. Popping the bottle open, you took a swig of the burning liquid. Your eyes stopped when you noticed Y/f/n talking to a familiar man. Ethan. His face looked of concern when talking to her. He looked over the horizon of people as if he was looking for someone. He finally looked up at the roof and locked eyes with you. You raised your eyebrows and took another swig, not breaking the gaze. He then pushed through the crowd making his way to you. Your mind raced with thoughts. Were you ready to see him? It’s been three years and not a single word has been spoken between you two. You didn’t exactly leave on good terms either. He left to L.A. to pursue his dream, leaving you in the process. It definitely hurt, seeing him successful and happy while you were hurting. You needed him the most and he flat out left. But, it wasn’t like you guys were dating. You wanted it but your mind convinced you that you didn’t need the relationship at the time.

You heard a familiar grunting, Ethan making his own way to the roof. You turned and saw those hazel eyes light up with reminisce while looking at you. You locked your gaze back on the horizon of his backyard while Ethan made his way to sit next to you. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

“Weird being back, huh?” He spoke. You chuckled at his attempt of conversation.

“Definitely brings back memories.” You replied.

“Good ones I hope.” He said with a soft smile. You turned to look at him, “The bad ones stick out more.” He sighed , knowing this wouldn’t just be small talk.


“Cut the bullshit E. I don’t want small talk of how I’ve been because I really don’t have the mental strength to fake a smile with you.” You took another swig of the vodka, seconds later Ethan grasping it and snatching it from you. “I wasn’t done with that!” you yelled.

“Well you are now. You want real talk? Fine, let’s talk. Why haven’t you tried to talk to me after three fucking years?! Friends don’t do that. We don’t do that.” He retorted. I sarcastically laughed. “Are you serious? Last time I checked, you were the one that left me to go to L.A.”

“I left for my career! Same as you did!” He shouted.

“I went to the college that WE both planned to go to together! Then you drop this bombshell on me that you’re leaving to L.A. to become a youtuber! You left without even saying goodbye and I was alone in those years. You know how much I needed you? I shedded so many tears in need of your support and seeing you happy in L.A. made my heart hurt in ways I can’t even begin to describe. You left!”

“That didn’t mean I wanted to leave you!” he finally stated. Silence consumed you two as the muffled voices continued on below. “I didn’t want to leave you…” He whispered, almost to himself. “We could’ve made it work… I would’ve visited you as much as I could. But you shut me out. I was in pain too y/n. Just as much as you. Sure I was happy seeing you on social media but my world would’ve been a thousand times happier seeing your beautiful face or hearing your voice. I was in love with you… Still am.” He spoke, whispering the last two words. You wiped the tears that covered your cheeks.

“I blocked you on everything. How did you see me on social media?” You questioned.

“Y/f/n sends me every picture you post.It’s not the same. I wish I could be at every festival you post about. Every coffee shop show you attend. Seeing your beautiful smile makes me regret leaving every time.” He answered.

You sat in silence for a while until you spoke. “I’m still in love with you too.” His face contorted into wonder. “It’s not hard to keep up with you.” You reminded him. “I see you on your videos and events. I miss you so much and I finally got the courage to show up here. There were too many memories here and back then I wouldn’t dare come or even talk to you but, I did it. Here I am. It’s been three years and I’m still in fucking love with you.” You confessed.

Ethan leaned in, wanting to feel your lips on his. You placed your hand on his chest to stop him from getting any closer. “I don’t want to go too fast , Ethan.” He let out a breath before speaking.

“Okay, we’ll take this slow.”

You leaned on him, both of you looking out in the distance. Voices yelled below, counting down the last seconds of the year.  Cheers erupted when the clock struck twelve, meaning it was the new year. As couples kissed below, you felt Ethan’s soft, plump lips leave a lingering kiss on your cheek.

“Cheers to the New Year with you, Y/N ” He softly spoke.

You lightly smiled, “Happy New year , E.”

BTS reaction to there s/o flinching during an argument

Hey there!~ Thanks for requesting vuv 
I kept it gender neutral just for the sake of everyone but i hope you enjoy~~
This was really heart breaking/hard to write tbh ;u; but a lovely in end hhh i tried my best <3 
- Adminnie

Kim Namjoon/Rapmonster
You rarely ever argued with one another, but when you did… Boy did it get bad. You and Joon had been in a shouting match for what felt like hours over something you couldnt even remember at this point- 
Everything you said was making him angry and everything he said in response was simply infuriating, it brought you to the point where you finally yelled a threat to break it off when he stepped closer to you grabbing your shoulder-
Your eyes squeezed shut and you jerked back slightly in response, catching him a bit off guard..

“Y/N-ah I-I Im sorry did i hurt you?”
“No Joon… Just- its nothing”
“You can tell me, im really sorry….”
“Just my past experiences and arguments weren’t the best in the end..”
You stepped back from him, this impulsively made him hug you tightly, stroking your hair….

“I get it youre sorry and i forgive- But dont think you are off the hook mister”
“yeah yeah”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Kim Seokjin/Jin
Like Namjoon you and Seokjin barely fought, you were both grown enough to have the sense to understand each other. And when it came to you two bickering it was more like an old married couple arguing than a shouting match.
It started when he came home late from the studio, he was sweaty and taired, you noticed he seemed to be a bit upset so you confronted him a bout it. He immediately denied being tired or angry, telling you not to worry or stress- The same old same old, you were tired of him telling you not to worry,

“Jin how am i supposed to not worry, you come home, sleep, go back to work- dont you think you are working a bit too hard?”
He raised his voice in protest, turning swiftly to you.

You wrenched your eyes shut, hands coming up to protect your face-
This sparked confusion in his eyes, “What are you doing?” He would question, walking closer to you, moving your hands.. You would explain to him about your past relationship ad he would feel a bit guilty in the end, proposing he takes the day of tomorrow and you both relax sex it up 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Min Yoongi/Suga
When you and Yoongs argue, he says few words. He lets you yell out your feelings before saying his peace, trying to keep things as neutral as possible, knowing he has a temper and he needs to control it. In this particular time you had been feeling a bit neglected. Shouting at him about putting his career before your life together-
“At this point its me or the music”

When he looked at you with a certain gaze and pulled you into a hug, your body tensed, shoulders raising, eyes squeezing tightly shut. 

“Y/N are you ok? I-I I’ll try to spend more time with you im sorry”
You shook your head, explaining to him why you seemed to cringe at his touch, he would just hug you for a moment, telling you how he will never treat you like that and he will try his best to spend more time with you. 

Originally posted by jeonbase


Jung Hoseok/Jhope
Fights with Hobi would be extremely emotional  both of you sobbing intensely as you screamed at him for god knows what. He would be so angry by the time you finally stopped yelling he would turn suddenly-
You would flinch, stumbling backwards at his action.

“What- Are you ok? Why did you flinch? Did i really hurt you” *sniffle sniffle, im sobbing*

As if he wasnt crying enough hes so soft when he questioned why you would be hesitant to tell him and when you finally did you would just cry together for a while, eventually falling asleep where ever you were.

Originally posted by gotjhope


Park Jimin/Jimin
Fighting? With Jimin? What is this trechery? 
On the 1 and a Million chance that you and Jimin fought, he would be so heartbroken to see you angry at him-
”Im sorry y/n” *sobbing like a 5 year old bc you yelled at him for leaving the milk out and it went bad*
He would lunge to hug you, causing you to whimper and fall back a bit- He would question your actions, taking your hands in his, listening to everything you said extremely carefully.

”Ah- My bad Y/N.. Im sorry i angered you, and im sorry for scarying you- i didnt know”
”Aishhh Its ok you big softie”

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Kim Taehyung/V
You and Taehyung are young, you are bound to fight sometimes- 
Growing together is hard to do at times so when he came home angry you knew at some point you would argue… 

”Christ Y/N can you get off my back for 1 second???”
“I asked what was wrong Taehyung”
“Nothing is wrong!”
‘nOtHinG iS wRoNg’ 

He huffed throwing his bag from practice on the ground, the thud causing you to nearly jump out of your skin, his gaze making you physically cringe, nose wrinkling and eyes squeezing shut as you sunk back into yourself. 
He nearly forgot about your past in this moment, his face dropped to one of guilt, walking over to you to plant a kiss on the top of your head. An apologetic grin sprawled on his face as he brought you to his chest-

”Lets just forget about this, ok? Wanna cuddle or something?”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jeon Jeong-guk/Jungkook
Like Taehyung, you and Jungkook are extremely young and equal parts dumb (jk <3)
 Sometimes you two would annoy eachother just make one another mad- This night you were working his last nerve, nitpicking, just egging him on for the hell of it..
He shouted at you, rubbing the bridge of his nose before placing his hands of his face, at his yell you stumbled at bit, and when he stood to look at you, frustration clear on his face you instinctively shook and backed away. 
He cocked an eyebrow at your reaction, his head shaking slightly like he always did when he was unsure.
You let out a long sigh when he questioned you hours later-

“My past is so good Kook- you scared me is all”
“Im sorry Y/N, i wont be so careless next time”
“Its not just your fault- im sorry too i took it too far”
He would hug you tightly, a hum in his throat loving the moment of open emotion.

Originally posted by jengkook

Positive||Jack Avery||Why Don’t We Imagine

Prompts: “How can you still look so attractive while crying?” and “I’m pregnant.”

“Jack! Stop, okay? That’s so annoying!” You snap at your boyfriend who was drumming his fingers on the coffee table. He glances at you, eyes wide as he sits back against the couch. The five WDW boys all look at each other with surprised expressions. You catch Zach looking at you and suddenly get extremely mad. 

“What?” You bark, looking up from your phone. 

“Nothin.” He says quickly, sinking farther into the leather ottoman he’s sitting on. With another glance at one another, all the boys retreat out of the room except for Jack who stays by your side. You don’t fail to miss the ‘good luck’ that Jonah mouths to Jack as he passes by. 

You sigh loudly, putting your phone on the couch. You lean your head against a throw pillow and Jack pulls you into his chest. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He asks, his voice gentle and soft.

No. I have a headache, okay?” You grumble, utterly frustrated. Jack flinches at your tone and you notice your behavior. You sit up and look at him in the eyes. “God, I’m sorry babe. I have no idea what’s wrong with me.” 

“It’s cool. I get hangry too.” He says, poking you in the stomach. 

“Oh shut up!” You laugh, swatting his hand away. 

That night, you make spaghetti for dinner at the Compound, and even after the boys are done eating, you find yourself going back for serving after serving until there isn’t any food left. You plop down into your chair and dig in to your fifth plate. Jonah stares at you, mouth slightly ajar. You see Daniel lean into Corbyn without taking his eyes off of you, whispering, “I didn’t think it was possible for someone to eat Jonah under the table… explanation?” 

“I don’t think even science can explain this one.” He responds, eyebrows raised. You dab at the the sides of your mouth and your chin with a napkin and sit up, collecting your utensils.

“Okay. I’m done.” You announce, getting up and putting your dishes in the sink. You look around the kitchen, glancing at all the cabinets. “Do you guys know if we have any chocolate?” Jack’s chair screeches against the hardwood as he stands up. 

“I think you’ve had enough, baby girl. Why don’t we go rest upstairs for a while, huh?” He suggests, guiding you toward the staircase.

“Wait, but I want candy! Jack, nooo!” You argue as he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. 

The rest of the week goes by miserably slow. Your mood swings flow like a frickin roller coaster. You eat more than double your intake without getting full, and you have to pee just about every five seconds. You even start feeling sick, the sensation you get when you need to throw up bubbling in your stomach. When your period doesn’t come, you seriously start to panic. 

You press the buzzer, a muffled voice answering. “Who is it?” 

“Aspen, hey! It’s me, Y/N.” 

“You hi, come on up!” Living with the WDW boys while you visited LA meant meeting all of their friends and inner circle. You had grown especially close to Aspen while you were in LA, her always chilling with you on the couch or inviting you out to go shopping with her. In you panic, you decided that you would really need her if things were going to way you thought they were. 

Aspen is at the door before you even knock, inviting you with open arms into her apartment. You sit down in a French style armchair that’s by a window and wait for her to sit across from you. 

“So, what’s up?” She asks, setting her phone down on the coffee table in between the two of you. 

“I - I think I have a… problem.” You begin, balling your hands into fists in your lap, your palms sweaty. 

“Oookay? Continue.” She says, a confused smile on her face. 

“I skipped a period and I’ve been feeling really nauseous lately.” You rush the words out of your mouth all at once. Aspen’s face falls, her jaw hitting the floor. She sits forward in her chair, her elbows resting on her knees. 

“Do you think you have a bun in the oven?” She asks, her brows furrowing. You nod slowly, avoiding her eyes. “Well, did you tell Jack?”

“Of course I didn’t tell Jack! Are you frickin crazy?!” You yell louder than you mean to. Aspen jolts out of her chair, grabbing her phone, her keys, and your arm, pulling you out the door. 

“Where are we going?” You ask as she locks the front door behind you. She doesn’t answer, continuing to drag you down the hall. Am I getting kidnapped or something? 

Your phone timer goes off and you hop to your feet, running to the bathroom. You close your eyes, “Please, please God let it be negative.” You think aloud. 

You pick up the pregnancy test that you bought with Aspen earlier that day and look down at it. A sob escapes you as you fall to your knees. Two blue lines stare back at you on the little white stick. You cover your mouth with one hand and curl up into a ball on the bathroom floor. Positive?!

The tears come pouring out and there’s nothing you can do to stop them. You find yourself sobbing, your forehead resting on your knees. Thoughts swirl in a thunderstorm in your head. This will be the end of Jack’s career. What will people say about that one bandmember who became a father when he was barely 19? There’s going to be so much hate. 

Nearly ten minutes later you hear footsteps approaching you. Your sobbing had stopped, but a river of silent tears still flowed down your cheeks. 

“Babe?” Jack’s voice startles you. You feel the heat coming off of his body, him kneeling in front of you. His hand brushes away your hair and pulls at your chin, making you look up at him. Your eyes are red and puffy, your face wet and tear-stained. But non the less, Jack smiles at you. “How can you still look so attractive while crying?” 

A new batch of tears comes flooding out and you hide your face in your hands, pulling yourself out of Jack’s grasp. 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You hear the concern in his voice and cringe, thinking that you’ve ruined his life. He pulls you into him and you bury your face in his chest, soaking his shirt in tears. 

When your eyes have finally dried, you wash your face and sit next to Jack on his bed, swinging your legs over his. He runs his hand up and down your calf, a gently, comforting gesture. 

“You ready to talk?” He asks, his curls hanging down in his eyes. In that moment, your imagination starts running and doesn’t slow down. You picture a little girl with Jack’s brown eyes, your long hair, and his perfect eyebrows. You see Daniel teaching her how to play the cello, and Corbyn playing tag with her in the backyard. Then, a young boy appears with Jack’s gorgeous smile, your naturally pink lips, and Jack’s musical talent. You see father and son days where Jack teaches your son how to skateboard. You see Zach and Jonah throwing him around in the pool, laughing as he splashes at their faces. And for a moment, the reality of your situation wasn’t that bad. 

“Jack… I’m pregnant.” You watch his face closely, his eyes. They widen, and his lips part. You see his chest heaving fast and you don’t know what to do. 


“I’m so sorry, Jack! I know how this is gonna look to the public and how it’ll affect your career. I wasn’t sure how to-” 

“Y/N! We’re having a baby?!” He raises his voice, an unreadable expression on his face. You nod your head slowly, not knowing what else to do or say. 

“We’re having a baby!” He yells, a gorgeous smiling appearing on his face. 

“Yeah!” You smile back, laughing at his excitement. 

“Oh my God!” He laughs, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. Soon, the other four boys come bursting into the room. 

“What’s happening?!” Corbyn shouts from the doorway. Jack looks up at his four bandmates, smiling from ear to ear. 

“We’re having a frickin baby!!” The boys’ faces transform from utter shock to pure happiness within milliseconds.

“We’re gonna be uncles!” Zach screams, jumping up and down with Corbyn. Jonah and Daniel come over and hug both you and Jack, the other boys eventually joining in as well. 

You sit there, in a room with your four best friends and the love of your life. You thought that this baby would be the end of something great, but you start to find that it’s really only the beginning. 

Classified 11

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Death, Heart Break, Angst, Fluff, violence and hostages//Take Over.

A/N: If you want to be tagged just let me know!! Feedback is always loved.

Rule One of being a doctor, don’t get over attached to your patients.

Well that rules been broken.

Rule Two of being a doctor, don’t date your patients.

But what if he has blue eyes and a killer smile that make your insides throw a dance party when he’s near you??
Rule Three of being a doctor, don’t ever loose focus on doing your job, nothing comes between you and your career.

See comment above… was the smile mentioned? Or that he’s Captain America?

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Netflix and Chill - Ethan




I looked angrily at my step mother as I was just about to snap on her ugly ass. “What the fuck do you want me to do! I’m only a fucking kid! You can’t just expect me to quit YouTube and get a career! I’m making god damn money I’m just god damn keeping it from you!” I shouted angrily at her. She just rolled her eyes at me. “Don’t roll you eyes at me. I can’t roll my eyes so now you fucking can’t.” I said rolling my eyes as well.

“Y/n people your age are getting jobs. Don’t be that ugly cast out like always. Get a god damn job.” She said rolling her eyes once again turning around to walk back to the kitchen. “Walking away from you fights isn’t always the answer!” I yelled at her. “Well I shouldn’t have to fight if you’ll just get a job!” She finally yelled at me. “I don’t even know why my dad married you!” I spat at her.

Yes I said it. The one word no girl should ever say to another girl. But I said it. “Y/N! Y/M/N! Y/L/N! I want you the hell out of this house right now!” She yelled at me. I rolled my eyes. “Like I fucking care. Not like I have a loving father here!” I yelled making my way towards the door opening it. “Let the door hit you on the way out!” She yelled. 

She’s acting like a mother fucking child. I made my way over to my car hopping it and starting it. I pulled out of the driveway and drove to the only other place besides Grammy’s place. And that was my boyfriends apartment. I drove there finally but once I parked the car the tears started falling. I got out of my car and up the elevator and over to the door knocking on it.

Grayson answered it and looked at me. “Y/n? Everything okay?” He asked. I just shooked my head. “I just need to see Ethan.” I breathed out looking up at him. He nodded and let me in. “He’s in his room.” Grayson said as I started down the hallway. I made my way to Ethan’s room opening the door without knocking and I heard him groan. “I swear to god Grayson.” He said turning around from his bed. 

His expression softened once he saw me and understood what was happening  and opened his arms. I walked over to him falling onto the bed and into his arms and cried my eyes out. He stayed quiet and let me just cry. He knew what to do at these points. Stay quiet in till I tell him everything. I pulled away and looked at him sadly. He kissed my temple and gave me a smalls smile. 

“What happened?” He asked. I gave him the whole story and he also started to look mad. “Your step-mom is a cunt.” He said rolling his eyes playing with my small hands. “I know right.” I chuckled a bit. He cracked a smile bringing his lips towards mine. “How about we watch Netflix and chill? And just cuddle no sex.” He laughed as he saw my face.

“Please.” I asked. He smiled nodding and put on Fuller House. HE knew everything that made me happy and smile. That’s why I love him.

“Ethan.” I said looking up at him as he started the first episode of it. We’ve watched it about ten times already. “Yeah.” He asked smiling at me. “I love you.” I said scared to what he would say. “I love you too.” I smiled kissing my cheek and wrapped his arm around me and brought me closer to his strong warm body.

I stayed the night there and a a week in till finally going back to my house.

EXO react when you catch them crying and they lie about why

 I wrote these in a range of angst, some are slightly crack - I hope that’s okay! 

Sehun: *the two of you were sprawled on the couch, fitting like a jigsaw together and had been binge watching a TV show all day. In the process, Sehun had grown very attached to a certain character but in one episode that character died a very dramatic death. Sehun was extremely quiet after that and when you glanced over at him you saw his eyes glistening and tears threatening to spill. You teased him unrelentingly after that and though he  denied it and made excuse after excuse he realised even he couldn’t sass his way out of this one. His face was priceless, he was wide eyed and shocked when you assured him there’s going to be many more deaths after this if the books were anything to go by*

“This is not the day you saw Oh Sehun crying, this is the day Oh Sehun had something in his eye”

Kai: *a while back when he was in the practise room he fell during a rehearsal and he’d broken his leg and fractured his wrist. Although the injuries would heal, it happened at the worst moment - just before promotional events for the comeback. That meant he couldn’t perform stages and had to hobble around on crutches during interviews. He tried to seem happy and optimistic he felt so guilty since he couldn’t perform with the others; even though it was an accident he blamed himself for it. It had only been a couple of weeks since, but already he was fed up of waiting to heal, he was desperate to dance on stage with the others. When he was alone he couldn’t stop himself from crying, quietly at first until the tears turned into loud sobs. But one time you arrived home earlier than he expected to surprise him, but instead you received the surprise when you saw him crying into the pillow on the bed. When you rushed over to him and comforted him, asking him what was wrong, he played it off that it hurt to move since he didn’t want you to worry about him more than you already were*

Tao: *a little argument had soon turned into a huge one which resulted in you storming out of the house and staying over your friend’s that night. He expected you back after an hour or so though, and when he woke up after a restless sleep and you still weren’t home, he panicked and realised that he must have really upset you. He started thinking you’d broken up when it got to mid-afternoon and he still hadn’t heard from you - no calls, no texts, let alone a reappearance back home. The thought that he could have lost you because of some dumb argument that started from nothing was eating away at his mind, and after he called you for the eight time with no answer he cried, distraught and irrationally convinced he was never going to see you again. You arrived back home soon after this, feeling guilty after ignoring him all day but wanting to make it up with him and when you walked in on him crying you started crying with him! He didn’t provide you with any explanation when you asked he just clung onto you like a koala*

D.O: *it had been a bad day at work, his manager didn’t approve of the two of you dating and it broke his heart to even think about the worst case scenario - a forced breakup. Of course, even if it did come to that he wouldn’t really leave you, he loves you too much. Once he got back to the dorm with the boys and you came round with food for all of them, he kept looking over at you and imagining what it would be like to never see you again he emo like me. He could feel the burning behind his eyes and hurriedly excused himself and shut himself in the bathroom, letting the tears spill over in silent sobs. He heard knocks on the door after a few minutes but despite telling whoever was there to “piss off” the door opened anyway. He felt arms wrap around him from behind and heard your voice whispering in his ear, asking what’s wrong. Taking deep breaths he eventually replied, and he didn’t exactly lie but he didn’t tell the full truth either - not wanting to worry you when it wasn’t necessary*

“It was just…a bad day”

Chanyeol: *was frustrated that all the music he was writing lately seemed to be no good, not even worthy of saving to develop later. It seemed like a stupid reason to cry, he knew that, but he’d also been trying to write something somewhat good for days but nothing had come of it. After the fifth time trying to get the chords right he tossed his laptop to the side and curled up on the bed in a ball. He didn’t properly realise he was crying until he felt your hand on his shoulder and your soft voice asking him what’s wrong. As you pulled him into your arms, the tears were still flowing but the gulping sobs ceased since your sudden appearance had shocked him silent. He didn’t know how to explain his tears, and stuttered his way through the story of the sad K-drama he’d supposedly watched, as he didn’t want you to know the pathetic truth*

Chen: *he regretted yelling at his manager as soon as the words left his mouth, but it was too late to take them back. It had ended with him storming out, shouting about leaving the company in a fit of rage before stalking home. But by the time he got to the front door of the dorm his anger had washed away and he suddenly realised how stupid he had been. He could have jeopardised his career just for the sake of being stubborn and not wanting to admit he was wrong. He slumped onto his bed with his face into the pillow and muffled his tears into the sheets, at a loss of what to do. After a while he heard the front door open and quickly wiped his eyes, and gasped when you walked into his room. As much as he wanted to tell you what was wrong, he wanted to fix his own problems without bothering you, and so instead denied anything was wrong, insisting you were seeing things when you pointed out his red eyes and the damp circle on the pillow*

why is his face orange is he donald trump

Baekhyun: *he arrived back at the dorm after a date with you, in high spirits until he saw the stern look on all the members’ faces. They then all reminded him that he’d missed the second rehearsal that week, the fourth that month, because he’d been with you, and that it would be nice if he would deign to show up to the studio once in a while. Even though he knew he was in the wrong and as guilty as he felt for forgetting again, he was indignant and defensive and eventually he marched off to his room like an angry teenager. Troubled, he called you to see if you could come over even though he’d just seen you, and tears spilled down his face. When you asked if he was crying since his voice sounded funny and strained, he made up a cold he was supposedly catching, knowing you’d most likely be angry if you discovered he’d ditched practise to be with you*

Lay: *with both your busy work schedules, seeing you was becoming more and more difficult over the past few weeks. He’d gotten home after a hectic day, collapsed on the bed and cried into the pillow until he was full-out sobbing. Still whimpering, he eventually sat up and looked along your dresser, picking up things here and there and smiling as he thought of you, until he felt your presence in the doorway. He turned around and, his cheeks hinting red, he played with your makeup brush on his face as if it was perfectly normal to do so when you’re crying. Seeing the wet paths on his face, you dropped your stuff and ran over to him, asking him why he was crying as you took him into your arms. Finally seeing you was overwhelming and the tears threatened to spill again, and he couldn’t explain himself - but silently you felt like you knew why he was crying and felt the same*

Suho: *being on tour meant not seeing you for so long and after over a month of texting and brief phone/Skype calls he’d reached his limit. Backstage after the end of one EXO’s many performances when the rest of the boys were elsewhere he let himself cry and let himself miss you. When he heard a knock at the door he couldn’t stall the visitor long enough to hide his red eyes and instead he stood agape as he saw you open the door smiling. Your smile soon dropped when you saw he’d been crying and you rushed over to him, but all you got out of him was stutters and gibberish as he hugged you back tightly*

“Y/N! I-i..wait what are you…I don’t…w-what are you doing here?”

Originally posted by kjsxho

*with so many projects he was working on recently, and the release of his new movie Sweet Sixteen, he was crazy busy and rarely at home for long; he could barely remember the last date he’d taken you on. Eventually you’d had enough of barely seeing him, and the two of you argued until he stormed out of the apartment. Barely ten minutes later he was knocking on the door, having forgotten his key in his rage, calling through to you and apologising. You were still upset though, and shouted through to him that perhaps he’d rather be filming anew movie than see you. He sat on the front steps and although he tried desperately not to he couldn’t help but cry, feeling so guilty that he’d been neglecting you for something as mundane as his career. When you came out and sat down next to him on the steps silently, he joked off the tears and acted like nothing was wrong – although it was obvious why he was crying*

Luhan: *when you arrived at the dorm in high spirits you could see he’d had little to no sleep, and his eyes were blotchy and red. He told you probably because he just woke up and it was nothing, but he knew it was far more than that. He knew about the other person he was with every Thursday night, when you thought he was at rehearsal. His conscience finally got through to him and to what he’d done, and he knew that he’d have to confess to you one day - but he couldn’t bring himself to do it today, not when you seemed so happy*

“I just…didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all”

Originally posted by jonnasexoticworld

I’m not saying lu is a cheater okay just go with it for this reaction

Xiumin: *when he got home and heard you crying from the living room he ran in to see you with cuts and bruises on your arms. You told him through short gasps of air that saesang fans had attacked you, and he was angrier than you’d ever seen him. How dare they hurt you? What kind of fans were they? He held you close and buried himself in your hair letting you cry, but when you pulled away you saw his eyes were damp too. You pointed it out but he brushed it off, since it wasn’t his main concern at the moment and all he had on his mind was protecting you from something like this happening again*

Sorry I haven’t uploaded in a while, I’m still getting through requests. Also I’m away until Tuesday so I won’t have access to my computer. But since I’ve just broken up from school yesterday and am now on summer break, I’ll be uploading a lot more than I have been in the next few weeks!

I don’t own any of these gifs, full credit to respective owners

15 Years Ago!

Warning: This is going to be a long post. This is just a theory, but I feel like it’s got a lot of substance to it, and potential.

I’ll start off with something I noticed immediately after reading the newspaper articles on the detectives wall. This isn’t the first time Mark has switched bodies. The paragraph in question below.

The police identified a body as Mark Fischbach in the entry of Markiplier Manor. As of the final chapter, Mark’s body had not reappeared, let alone in the place that we wake up in after falling from the balcony. 

The key word that gets my attention here is ‘child’, there have been no children present in any videos with Mark or Dark relating to this universe. They also refer to the diseased as man though, so I’m going to go with young adult, likely aged 15-22. Thus, my theory is this: Mark was killed in a similar fashion to us in the final chapter. 

“The police believe the child was there since 9am.”

“911 call was received around 8:30am reporting a case of possible foul play.”

This to me, sounds like there were two altercations. One that got the police called, and then the one that resulted in Mark, I assume, falling to his death like (Y/n) does in the final chapter. The first altercation, likely resulted in yelling and shouting, which would get the attention of neighbours or staff who called the authorities. The second resulting in the death of young Mark, who then in some manner takes the body of one of the other members in the family. I say a family member because the fortune that was received from I assume a successful acting career is still present in his life. 

Here are the issues I can think of regarding this theory:

One issue would be the name, but perhaps there’s another Mark Fischbach in the family. We are presented with an entire family of Jims’ so I don’t think that it could be that far a stretch to say so.

The second is the mention of Mark’s shady business with the mayor mentioned in the same article. We meet Damien, the current mayor, who seems to be well mannered until his body is stolen, which would anger most people. Since this theory is going under the presumption of this being an older news article, it was likely a past mayor that Mark had been dealing with. 

As well, I wouldn’t put it past a man with this character to make it seem like he faked his own death. Remember this isn’t our Mark, but perhaps another version of him, we’re getting plenty of those aren’t we. This Mark has been accused of being hard on his employees, as well as he stole the body of arguably one of his best friends. 

Reasons I believe this theory: 

-It explains why the Groundskeeper knew the signs of the ritual Mark preformed.

-It explains how Mark knew about the body swapping in the first place, else how could have, as Damien put it, “Been planning this for years.”

-Finally, it explains who Mark has a vendetta against, his first killer. Some people seem to think that his revenge mission was supposed to be on Colonel William for stealing his wife (Celine), but that idea was only made from speculation made by the detective, who frankly, I don’t think we can trust him to make any conclusions based on the abilities he showed/talked about on Camera.

I Love You - Jungkook angst

Originally posted by jungeuks

This is just. Too much.


You turned your head, irritation clear on your face. A headache was pressing against your temple, exhaustion lining your face and frustration bringing tears to your eyes. You hated university more than anything, especially because your tutors were giving you heavy workloads that couldn’t possibly all be finished by the due date without you not sleeping for half an hour a night. Which is what you were doing.

“What?” you snapped, angrily combing your hands through your hair. You didn’t mean to be so short with him, especially because he had done so much for you and sacrificed a lot to keep you happy. Hell, he had even come all the way across town to see you at ten in the evening and here you were, ignoring him.

You were a shit girlfriend, to be honest, but he never complained. He never asked for more than he go and you decided that he deserved more. He needed more from you.

You closed your eyes. This paper was due tomorrow and it wasn’t even half done. However, if your professors thought that they could treat you like this and not expect a drop in your performance, then they could, for lack of a better expression, get fucked.

Slamming your laptop shut, making him jump, you stood up from your seat and walked over to join him on your bed. Sliding into the middle of the bed and snuggling into his chest, you answered his unasked question by his incredulous look and cautious touch as his arm slid down your arms to wrap around your waist and bring you closer to him.

“I miss you.” you mumbled, nuzzling your face into his neck. He blushed, laughing lightly as he cuddled you tighter.

“God, I love you so much.”


“What?” you breathed, tugging away slightly to stare him in the eyes.

His mouth was hanging open, eyes even wider and glazed over as he stared at you blankly, hardly even comprehending the words that he had just uttered.

“You love me?” you prompted, hands splayed on his firm chest as you balanced yourself. He stared up at you, watching with intrigue as a smile grew on your face and your eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Yeah,” he whispered, watching with wonder as your entire face and body lit up, the twinkle in your eyes returning. “I love you.”

Hardly able to contain yourself from launching yourself at him and burying your face in his chest, you hugged him tightly.

“I love you too.”


“We’re lost?” you screeched, staring at the man you loved in horror. “Lost?!”

“Shh, I’m trying to think. Hyung took me the other day… I just can’t remember how to get there.”

Your eyes almost fell out of your skull.

How old was this man, again?!

“Oh my God…” you mumbled, rubbing your face tiredly. “Why aren’t I used to this yet…”

“I honestly do not know.” he said and the smile in his voice made you turn to him in shock again. There he was, grinning at you happily with his adorable bunny smile that you loved so much.

You weren’t going to lie, the sight of his happiness did bring a small grin to your face.

“Idiot. Get me out of here. You’re paying for ice cream tonight, I hope you know that.”

“I assumed as much.”

He turned the car around, reaching over to grip one of your thighs as he drove back the way we came.

“I love you.”

“I love you too you big idiot.”



“God, how could you be so stupid?!” he screamed, startling you and almost making you drop your papers.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” you asked, shocked and hurt. Why was he raising his voice at you like this?

“We were photographed at that dumb café you dragged me to yesterday!” he yelled, waving his phone screen in front of your face. He moved too quickly for you to be able to decipher what was on the screen but you guessed he was telling the truth, judging by the concerning shade of red he was gradually turning as he stared at your clueless face.

“W-What? How?” you spluttered. “There was nobody there! I watched out for paparazzi and everything, I even asked the staff to take care of everything!”

“Well that clearly didn’t work because now I’m getting floods of messages and questions wondering who the fuck you are!”

This wasn’t good. Jungkook never, ever, swore. For him to both raise his voice at you and swear was worrying.

“Jungkook, it’s no good shouting at me for something that I can’t control. We’ve been together for almost a year, it was bound to be found out eventually. This is just unfortunate.”

“There you again with your casual attitude!” he yelled, throwing his hands up in derision. “You really don’t care do you? This is my entire career on the line! I’m an idol, Y/N, not just a random guy you find on the streets! There are literal millions of people that are after me, do you even know what will happen to you if they find out I’ve given them all up for you?!”

There was more silence.

“Is that what you think this relationship is? You’ve sacrificed better things for me? I’m something you want to keep hidden until we break up? You’d rather have those millions of people than me?” you asked, tears filling your eyes and clouding your vision. “Am I wasting my time?”

“W-What?” he asked, and just like that, all of the fight seemed to drain out of him.

“Am I wasting my time, Jungkook?” you asked again, wiping a falling tear quickly.

He shook his head furiously, eyes filling up to as he stumbled towards me, gripping onto my hands.

“No. No! No, no, jagi, I love you. I love you so much. I don’t need them, not like I need you.” he begged. As you began to try and pull your hands out of his grasp, he sobbed and held on tighter, dropping to his knees in front of you. “Baby please, I love you more than anything! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!”

“Are you?”


You stared down at him, his face bright red and eyes puffy, face streaked with tears. You were sure that you looked exactly the same as him and suddenly, you weren’t angry anymore. You understood where he was coming from. He just said it out of anger.

You exhaled slowly, kneeling down in front of him too and nudging your head against his.

“I love you too.”


“Of course I do.”


“You look so beautiful…” he whispered, arms wound around your waist tightly, forehead resting on yours. The two of you were stood in the middle of the dance floor and whilst all eyes were on you, you felt like you were the only people on the planet. Staring straight into his eyes, you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.

“So are you.”

Instead of protesting, he cracked his own grin and leant in slowly, pressing his lips firmly on yours. Kissing him passionately in front of everybody felt so much better with a ring on your finger and his name attached to yours.

“Mrs Jeon Jungkook.” he murmured against your skin when he pulled away from the kiss slightly. You blushed happily, laughing, and his face lit up at the sound.

“Yes, Mr Jeon Jungkook?”

“God, I’m so in love with you.” he said, ducking his head down to kiss you again.

“I’m in love with you too. Hence, me agreeing to marry you.” you commented, giggling as he scowled and nipped at your lips.

“No need for the sass, Mrs Jeon.”

“There is every need for it, Mr Jeon.”


“I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been so happy in my entire life.” you said, staring at the bundle of joy in your arms in shock and wonder.

How was it that someone like you met someone like him and made something like this? An actual life? That you created? Together? You couldn’t believe it.

“Me neither.” he replied lowly from the side of you and you turned to look at him. Fatigue lined his face - waking him up about thirty-six hours ago, screaming that the baby was coming, wasn’t one of the best things you’d ever done - but there was an undeniable joy shining from every pore.

“I love you.” you said simply, staring at him. He looked away from your daughter for just a moment to meet your gaze, a smile pulling up one side of his mouth.

“Love you more.”

“Do you want to hold your daughter?” you asked, still staring at him. His eyes popped open wider at your question and he nodded eagerly, scrambling to stand up from kneeling position and sliding to sit on the bed next to you.

Carefully, you passed her into his arms and he settled down with her, staring down at her with such a tender and loving expression that you were brought to tears.

“She’s so beautiful.” he whispered, stroking one finger down the side of her little face. “Thank you so much, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“You gave her to me. I’ll never be able to repay you for this.”


“Jungkook…” You muttered desperately but he didn’t even turn in your direction. He just continued to stare at the door. “Please, don’t do this…”

“Just sign the papers, Y/N. Don’t draw this out longer than it has to be.”

“You mean our marriage?” you whispered. “Are you talking about our marriage as if- as if it’s nothing?”

He was silent for a few moments.


The entire house that the two of you had shared for years suddenly froze. It felt like time had stopped completely. Perhaps, if the two of you had listened carefully enough, you could have heard the sound of your heart shattering into a million pieces. However, he wasn’t listening.


“Y/N, sign the fucking papers already. Don’t make me have to get a solicitor involved.”

You stared at the man that you were in love with. The man you were with for eleven years. The man you married. The man you had a child with. Suddenly, he was throwing everything away.

“Why are you doing this?” you whispered, almost fearing the answer.

“I don’t love you anymore, Y/N, I think it’s for the best if we split up.”

“The hell you don’t!” you suddenly yelled, standing up so angrily that the dining chair toppled over behind you. “You love me!”

“No, I don’t.”

“Jungkook, stop lying! I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me - to us!”

“And you stop saying that there’s an ‘us’! There’s nothing here anymore, Y/N, just accept it!” he shouted, standing up too. “Sign the papers! I don’t want to be married to you anymore!”

Tears were streaming down your face and you stared at him through them. Finally, he was looking at you, but you hated what you saw. There was nothing but anger, exhaustion and desperation. The light that was there throughout your entire relationship had gone out and there was nothing left behind.

He was telling you the truth.

He didn’t love you anymore.

When he was standing at the front door, fully-signed divorce papers tucked neatly under his arm, you finally allowed yourself a moment of weakness.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

You prayed he would realise what a terrible mistake he was making. You prayed he would look at you and smile like he always did when you said that you loved him. You prayed he would listen to reason and come back to you.

He didn’t.

Of course he didn’t.

“You’ll get a call in a few days from my solicitor and we’ll discuss custodial rights,” he muttered, finally opening the door. He hesitated and your heart jumped into your mouth as he turned back to look at you.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

The door slammed shut behind him.

Ideas That May or May Not Make It into MbA

1) Yuuri catching the garter at Sasha’s wedding. He’s just sitting in his chair, minding his own business when the band of satin smacks him in the face and lands on his chest. Oh, the shades of red when he hears the applause and amused laughter from other guests.

2) Yuri taking Beka to the movies for his birthday and actually has enough money for the entire date. When Otabek finds out their going to watch a movie from a popular preschool show, he’s a little peeved at Yuri. One and a half hours later, Beka swallows his pride and says it was cute. How cute, Yuri asks. Cute, but not as much as you, Otabek replies and pinches Yuri’s cheeks. They go to Beka’s favorite Greek restaurant for dinner and when the check arrives, Yuri realizes he does not in fact have enough money. Why? Yesterday after school he had to stop for cat food and saw a magenta princess costume he thought Aya must have. Otabek just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Yuri insists, breaking out his phone and showing him the plethora of Aya pics, mentioning the pointy pink hat covered in glitter multiple times.

3) Yuuri’s birthday falls on Thanksgiving weekend this year and he is a little bummed his mom hasn’t asked him what he would like yet. She’s usually good about asking weeks in advance, but Yuuri guesses she’s been busy. She finally calls the day before Thanksgiving and asks what he would like. Even though he’s disappointed he’d never admit it to his mom. He tells her about a game he’s had his eye on or some sheets for his and Viktor’s bed they’ve been wanting. She says she’ll do her best on such short notice.
Hours later there’s a knock at the front of the door. Yuuri hates to make people wait, so he walks to answer it with soapy dish in hand. Opening the door, the dish crashes to the floor when he sees his mom holding the game, his dad holding a wrapped bundle containing the sheets and his sister with a sign that says “Surprise!” in Katakana.

4) Viktor’s birthday falls on Christmas as everyone knows and he goes all out this year. Decorated their house so much Yuri says it looks like “elves on crack” had free reign. He spends weekends baking cookies with Yuuri and Benji, Emil teaches him to make fudge. One weekend, Michele even comes over and shares his family’s holiday biscotti recipe.
Viktor insists that most of their friends spend the night at the house so they can wake up early and open presents from “Santa”. The morning comes and everyone opens their gifts. Most of them are nice gifts, but some are humorous and others life-changing. Viktor doesn’t appreciate the bottle of Rogaine Yuri gave him, but Yuri explains its payback for the baby pictures. Yuuri is in happy tears from the painting Viktor gave him of them chest to chest, gazing into each other’s eyes but doesn’t remember the picture. Viktor admits it’s two different reference pictures put together. Sasha bursts into tears when she opens the present from her “brother”, Viktor and tells him it’s too much. He holds her until she stops crying, tells her it’s just right and no one deserves it more than her.

5) Yuri and Otabek have their first full-fledged, all out fight. They are in line waiting to pick up Yuri’s diploma since it’s graduation day. Otabek asks Yuri about the culinary school Yuri will be attending and if it’s legit. He and Viktor have already explored options and even had Mr. Wright do background checks on a few schools to weed out the good from the scams. After he tells Otabek about the institute, he asks when is he leaving for California since he received full scholarship at one of the most prestigious art schools in the country. Otabek beats around the bush until Yuri demands a straight answer. When Otabek tells him he’s not attending, Yuri sees red and actually starts shouting. He tells him it’s a once in the lifetime opportunity, why is he wasting his life in construction when he wants a career in art, when is he going to get off his ass and chase his dreams? Otabek yells back his answer and soon they’re in each other’s faces. When Yuri hears the real reason he’s not leaving, he falls quiet and for once in his life has no words, being rocked by Otabek’s declaration.

I’m filling time and thought these were cute. Let me know what you think!

anonymous asked:

After reading your replies, I feel that you do not think that harry and louis are still together. Or maybe I am just getting a vibe that you are in between, like not sure? Have you ever reviewed love you goodbye? I always thought MMITH was the morning after LYG.

Everyone has to draw their own conclusions.

Based on what I see and what I know, I’m pretty certain they’re together.

However, their reality is more important than what I believe.

We all have to be aware that our support can backfire. Troll accounts are vile. Shouting “Louis!” at Harry is… not helpful (that goes for interviewers too). Asking their family members about Larry is rude. Why would they ever tell a stranger?

I think interpreting LYG or MMITH as Larry breaking up is simplistic, and the truth is more complicated… I don’t know what the truth is. But imagine being shut down like they were, being shamed and yelled at. Imagine being flown across a continent to be scolded, to be told that your behavior threatens your best friends’ careers. Over five years, some conflict, some sad and negative feelings might be justified.

Support their professional work. Be happy in their love and in all the ways they show it. Above all, try to be kind and respectful to one another.


Originally posted by qi-an

20. “It killed me to see you with him.” + 25. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

A fog of tension, so thick you could cut it with a knife, hung over the room you were sitting in. It mingled with the deafening silence and threatened to suffocate you. But you didn’t dare speak a word.

You sat, waiting for her to say something. To say anything. But she was just as determined as you.

Her eyes were unreadable, her jaw set, as her fingers gripped the edge of the table. She needed something to anchor herself on to. She needed something to keep herself grounded.

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我很丑,可是我很温柔 vocab list

here’s the link to the video i posted

旷野 kuàngyě wilderness

骄傲 jiāo'ào proud, arrogant

巨人 jùrén giant

早晨 zǎochen early morning

浴室 yùshì bathroom (room used for bathing)

镜子 jìngzi mirror

剃刀 tìdāo razor

边缘 biānyuán edge, verge, brink

钢筋水泥 gāngjīn shuǐní reinforced concrete

呼唤 hūhuàn to shout, to call out 

生涯 shēngyá life (way in which sb. lives), career, period of one’s life

现实 xiànshí reality

之间 zhī jiān between, among, inter–

差距 chājù disparity, gap

冷漠 lěngmò cold and detached toward sb., lack of regard

狂热 kuángrè fanatical

卑微 bēiwéi petty and low

懦弱 nuòruò cowardly, weak

退缩 tuìsuō to shrink back, to cower

都市 dūshì city, metropolis

假面 jiǎ miàn mask

嘶吼 sīhǒu to yell, to shout

一望无际 yīwàngwújì as far as the eye can see

舞台 wǔtái stage, arena

了解 liǎojiě to understand, to realize

发射 fāshè to emit, to shoot (a projectile)

尊严 zūnyán dignity, honor

白天 báitiān daytime, during the day

黯淡 àndàn dark, dim (light), dull (color), gloomy

不朽 bùxiǔ immortal, immortality

激昂 jī'áng impassioned

善于 shànyú to be good or adept at (sth)

等候 děnghòu to wait

honestly i wish fans of the comic would be more open to hearing criticism towards AD. like, ive seen people on twitter/tumblr making simple remarks about things they dont like in the comic, and soon fans will jump down their throats and shout “it’s a comic you can read for free! you have no right to demand things!”

idk why people conflate earnest criticism with “demanding things” from the author. it’s true that the comic has always had a problem in regards to pacing and dialogue, and if someone points it out its NOT an attack on the author, theyre just… discussing a webcomic?

basically: avas demon has a lot of issues with it’s storytelling, and fans/critics are allowed to point that stuff out. if someone complains about one facet of the story, they arent ruining michelle’s career or yelling at her to update faster. theyre just …. talking. the whole mentality of “its a webcomic she makes for free you have no right to complain” is bullshit. 


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So Derek had arrived right on time and as you had expected his eyes zeroed in on the dinner table.

You had made his old favorite, shrimp alfredo, four cheese garlic bread, a toss salad and of course the wine.

‘How the hell are you single?’ is all he said as he walked toward the meal.

‘Wash your hands wolf boy.’ you said firmly.

‘Yes darling.’ Derek teased as he went to the sink.

He seemed so normal and relax, you almost wanted to just not bring up Kate at all, but you had to.

But, not right now, let the guy eat first.

You and Derek talked for a while, him asking about work, you asking about living life on the lamb. He confirms that the Mountain lion attack at the high school was in fact staged to cover up all the alpha kills.

Finally, actually quicker than anyone other than Derek could have managed, all the food was gone.

‘Satisfied?’ you teased.

‘Why? Do you have desert?’ Derek asked seriously.

‘You smiled as you stood up and pulled the cherry pie out of the oven where it was being kept warm.

‘That’s it, I’m gonna buy you a ring and marry you and your cooking. After I have a steamy affair with this pie.’ Derek said excitedly as you sat the pie in front of him.

‘Not the “American Pie” kind of affair I hope.’ you joked as you cut the pie and put a slice on a plate.

‘If we weren’t in your kitchen then maybe.’ Derek joked as well.

You sat down with the single slice and motioned to Derek that the rest was his to have.

You each ate in comfortable silence until finally Derek seemed to at last be full.

‘So I bumped into an old…someone at the store today?’ you said, deciding to get it over with.

‘Really?’ he asked casually.

‘It was Kate, she’s back in town.’

At that his face paled and the mood changed.

‘I know.’

You must have misheard that.

‘You know? The person we both know is responsible for the fire that changed everything is back in town and you just…know?’ you asked.

‘She…came by the old house, looking for information about the alpha.’ Derek responded.

‘She came by the house?! Derek what the fuck?! Why didn’t you tell me, hell why didn’t you tell me she was here in the first place?!’ you yelled angrily.

‘I didn’t want you to worry.’ he said meekly.

‘Didn’t want me to- Derek have you met me?! Worrying is what I do, it’s my thing?! I literally made a career out of it?!’ you shouted.

‘What else aren’t you telling me Derek?’ you asked.

‘… I’ve found the alpha, (Y/N).’ Derek said grimly.

‘What?!’ you shouted at the top of your lungs.

‘It’s Peter, he is the alpha (Y/N). That’s why I didn’t tell you.’

 You could only stare at him wide eyed.

‘Derek, this isn’t the time for one of your bad jokes. Peter is at the Hospital, like he has been for the last near decade.’ you said firmly.

‘Only, during your shifts. He smelled Laura and her alpha and it set him off, he got up, got her alone and…he went feral.’ Derek explained carefully.

‘You know too much for it to be tracking…he told you. Because you’re working with him aren’t you?’ you realized.

‘The killings, they aren’t random (Y/N). The video store worker, those two loafers, and the bus driver…they all helped Kate burn down our house and cover it up.’ Derek said as he stood and moved closer to you.

‘Where is he right now?’ you asked as you began to process all this new information.

‘The old house, we meet there.’

You stood up and grabbed your keys and headed to your car, Derek hot on your trail, just like the old days.

‘(Y/N) what are you gonna do?’ Derek asked.

You didn’t answer,  just sped up.

Once you were at the house you saw the door opened and with a deep breath you entered your old second home.

‘I see you brought a gue-’ Peter started to say but didn’t finish because you had slapped him hard enough to hurt your hand.

‘Hello to you too sugar plum.’ he snarked as he rubbed his quickly healing cheek.

‘Eight years!’ you screamed.

‘For eight years I sat at your bedside, taking photos for you, talking to you! Begging you to wake up and heal! I went to fucking medical school so that it would be my job to watch over you! And you wake up while I’m away and then run literally wild for months without ever coming to me!’ you shouted as tears poured from your eyes.

Peter looked at you with what you thought to be sad eyes.


‘I gave up my life for you Peter, and you do this. For years I wondered what I would do when you woke up, and what would happen between us. Would we just be friends, or maybe we’d realize we were meant to be. And I finally have my answer, we are…nothing.’ you sighed, almost in a delirious bliss.

‘(Y/N), just listen to me! I never wanted to break up, I was forced to! It was the punishment the pack gave me, I wanted to be at your side til the end. I still want that.’ Peter said as he took your hand.


Beenzino - No Secrets, No Lies

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You were caught by surprise when your spotted your ex boyfriend in the crowd. Your body froze for a moment and you just stood there rooted to the ground for several seconds, before you recollected yourself. You blinked and turned around hastily and started walking in the opposite direction with your head down low.

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10 Hour Break-up

Requested: Hello! Could you please do an imagine where you and Shawn get into a huge fight and he over reacts and isn’t thinking straight and breaks up with you. You are still insanely in love with him and he realizes he made a huge mistake that very day and fights for you to get you back


“It feels like you’re asking me to choose.” The words leave Shawn’s mouth with such force, you’re almost caught off guard.

“I’m not asking you to choose, I would never do that.” You reply. This argument is one that you don’t want to have right now. For some reason, you and your boyfriend have been having a hard time getting along lately. Even the smallest things will set one of you off and turn into a big argument.

This morning’s argument stemmed from a comment you made. It was just an offhand comment, Shawn wasn’t supposed to be offended by it and it certainly wasn’t supposed to turn into a yelling match.

“Admit it, you hate my career, you hate having to share me with other girls.” He spits.

“Shawn, I don’t hate your career, I’m proud of you, but yeah, it is hard sometimes.” You admit.

“You don’t trust me!” He shouts.

“I never said that!” You unconsciously match his volume.

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Crookedly in Love - Chapter Thirty Eight (A Shawn Mendes Fan Fiction)


Chapter Thirty Eight

Shawn left the party in a fury. I chased him out of the apartment building, my heart rushing, my head pounding. I knew he heard everything. He ran out quickly without a word. He had to have heard the worst parts.

Sure, he heard I didn’t know how to be myself with or without him. That I was invested in my career, more so than telling him the truth about my unhappiness. He had a right to be hurt.

But what about me? What about my pain? My feelings were barely spared in all of this, and now I feel like shit because I suppressed my unhappiness. I pretended for a moment.

The cold air overwhelmed me all at once. I was outside, and I saw Shawn’s leather jacket in the streetlight glow.

“Shawn!” I shouted.

He didn’t turn around. I started running towards him.

“Shawn, please, stop,” I begged.

Out of breath, I finally caught up to him. I grabbed onto his jacket, and I forced him to turn around to look at me.

His eyes were wet with tears.  I felt like a huge boulder had come and crushed me right then and there.

“I don’t know what you heard,” I started.

“I heard enough,” he whispered.

“Shawn, I’m sorry,” I said.

“Oh, that’s fucking bullshit,” he said, his voice thick. “You’re not sorry. You’re happy you broke me. You were only in this for you career, in the end.”

“That’s not what I said!”

“It’s what you meant!” he yelled.

“No!” I shouted back. “It’s not what I meant. I love you so goddamn much that I need to be with you. I need you, Shawn. But I hate what you did to me. I hate everything you made me feel! You made me feel small, insignificant. Like I was something to just use and throw away.”

My breath caught.

“And I never wanted to see you ever again. I never wanted to hear from you,” I continued.

“But you kept this up for yourself. You made me think you loved me for no fucking reason but your own selfish gains,” he spat back, wiping his nose.

“No, Shawn, stop,” I said, exasperatedly. Tears were coming now. My eyes stung with a pathetic, self-loathing.

“No, I won’t stop. You did it this time, Julia –”

“Don’t you dare blame this on me –”

“Yes, I will! You were the one who said we were back together. Truly and genuinely back together. You told me you wholeheartedly loved me. You fucking lied.”

I shook my head, infuriated. These were ignorant lies. The words spewing from his mouth didn’t make up even half the truth.

I could barely think straight. He started pacing back and forth, and I just held my head between my hands. I needed to grab my bearings.

“I wasn’t lying,” I said, matter-of-factly.

“Oh God, Julia. Give it up. It’s over,” he yelled. “And this time you were the one who broke it. You really had me. You really got me to believe in us again. And then you fucking broke us.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked up at him with absolute shock. My eyes were wide, fierce and desperately hurt.

“Excuse me?” I shouted. “I broke us? You were the one who started this whole thing! You were the one who forced feelings on us that you didn’t even have to begin with. You were the one who lied about being in love with me. You never even tried to tell me the truth once. You just waited until you got caught.”

He wasn’t even looking at me anymore. He was standing, his back facing me. But I kept ranting. It felt too good to get everything off my chest.

“And when Camila told me, it felt like my heart got ripped out of my chest. Like you just took it and smashed it into a million pieces without a care in the world. And the worst part was I still loved you. I still love you now. I can’t breathe with or without you, Shawn. And now I’m being punished because I can’t help but hate what you did? How fair is that?”

He spun around. “No, I’m furious with you because, despite being unhappy with me, you decided not to say anything because you’re too scared you’ll lose out on this opportunity.”

“Shawn, I’m sorry about that. But, I am not using our relationship for my career! I do love you. I really do.”

“You are using me! Maybe you’ve been using me since the beginning of this whole thing.”

I wanted to shake sense into him, I was so angry. I rushed up to him, enraged.

“I didn’t sign up for this! I didn’t ask for this! You asked me to be on tour with you. You asked me to come to your house to write songs. You asked me to come to that very first record label meeting with you. I didn’t ask for this!”

“Well, I didn’t ask you to get back together with me after you found out! You did it all on your own.”

I stayed quiet.

“And I didn’t ask you to come to that radio interview and break up me and Mel,” he continued.

“Oh, come on.”

“And I didn’t ask you to pull out your guitar when we were twelve and show me a song you wrote!”

I was taken aback. He was basically telling me he didn’t ask me to be in his life. I distanced myself from him.

“I didn’t force myself into your life,” I said, my voice quivering. “And if we’re playing that game, I didn’t ask you to move into the house beside me five years ago!”

He just stared at me. I didn’t know what else there was to say. I couldn’t give in and apologize. I was sick and tired of keeping my head down.

“You know what, Shawn? I know. I shouldn’t have just stayed unhappy in our relationship because I didn’t want to rock the boat and jeopardize my career.”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

“But,” I continued. “I could say the same thing to you. You shouldn’t have created this fake relationship because you didn’t want to jeopardize your career.”  

He didn’t say anything, and I knew I had gotten him there.

“I love you, Jules. I loved you when we were dating the first time, despite what you might think,” he said, softly.

“I know. I know you say that, and I know I should believe you. And I mostly do,” I replied, my throat thick. My faces was laden with tears, and I didn’t know how much longer I could stand here talking.

“Mostly,” He repeated.

“Every time my heart gets close to being happy, it’s like my mind throws up this road block that just refuses to let me be okay. To have peace and quiet for once,” I said, weakly. “This nattering thought always finds it’s way into my brain reminding me of what happened. Telling me the way you feel about me is just a figment of my imagination.”

“Julia,” Shawn said. “I know I broke your heart. I’m so sorry, and I know I get to live with that horrible feeling every single day. Because I know I screwed you up. You can’t let yourself be happy because of me.”

I wanted to hug him and hit him all at once. I couldn’t control the rapid array of emotions I was experiencing.

“But,” he rambled on. “I just wish…I just wish you could see how broken I was too. How in love with you I am and how broken I feel now. Maybe I don’t have the right to be, but I can’t help it. I just feel completely beat up by…everything. This whole thing. This whole night.”

He started pacing back and forth.

“And I wish you didn’t get back together with me, fool me into thinking this was actually it. The real thing. You probably would’ve been coming on tour with me still, but we wouldn’t be caught in this awful limbo. This awful feeling where I feel like I have you – the real you – for a split second, and then the next I feel like I don’t have you at all. This constant feeling of losing you.”

Before I could say anything in retaliation – because I was so infuriated – we were wildly interrupted.

Camera flashes started going off around us, as the paparazzi were closing in.  Shawn grabbed my hand instinctively.

“I have to go home,” he mumbled.

“Shawn, can we please finish this conversation tonight?”

He looked over at me, his facial expression blank.

“I have nothing left to say.”

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mark's angst scenarios when you two got fight and he slapped ur cheeks, please?thankchu!

A.N. I truly believe any member of Got7 would hit another woman in their life. They were raised to be gentlemen to women. Sorry if this isn’t enough angst for you.

You’re furious with Mark, not only did he forget you’re big dinner date for your one year anniversary, he was also photographed with some girl that you didn’t know. Many thoughts were running through your mind, was he cheating? No that couldn’t be it, you and Mark love each other. But maybe he didn’t love you anymore, you just had to wait till he arrived to your apartment to find out how he felt about you.

You went to the dinning room and put away all the food you made for tonight. It had all of Mark’s favorite foods and desserts, and knowing he would be coming home straight after practice you made enough that just in case there was left overs you can give away to other members of the group. You blew out all the candles around the house, you picked everything up, and once you were done you took a long hot shower. You spent nearly an hour crying in the shower and trying to figure out what is about to happen when Mark arrived home. 

After putting on your comfiest clothes that you own, you tried killing time by watching your favorite tv show and after binge watching  an entire season you looked at the time and saw that it was almost midnight. Just before you could grab your phone to call Mark, you hear the front door open; now it’s time for you to get the answers you wanted.

Mark tried to be quiet as possible, he knew that he was probably in deep shit for not messaging you that he’ll be late tonight but Jackson and Bambam kept messing around during practice causing JB to get furious and have the entire group stay longer then usual. Mark didn’t really want to fight with JB to leave practice early because even though everyone knew that today was a special day for you and Mark, no one really get the special treatment no matter whats going on. The group should come first especially with a comeback happening very soon. Walking into the living room Mark saw you staring blankly at the television. 

“Its finally nice for you to show up.” There was no emotion in your voice, you kept staring blankly at the television. You had no strength to get up and see his face just yet.

“Let me explain y/n. We had to stay late as punishment I couldn’t get to my phone to tell you that I was staying late.” He kept inching closer and closer to you.

“Oh really? You stayed late at practice?? I would believe that Mark if there wasn’t any pictures of you with this girl from earlier today. Who is she?” Turning your face to him you showed him how pissed off you. At one glance you know that World War 3 was about to be let loose with this fight.

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

“WHAT am I talking about!? I’m talking about these lovely pictures.” you grabbed the pictures you printed out and threw them to him. “That’s what I’m talking about Mark. So I’m asking again… who is she.?” Anger was growing on the inside of you and you can tell in your voice as well. 

“Serious y/n. Are you kidding me? She’s a new trainee, JYP choose me and Jackson to train her and today was my day to help her out. Do you honestly think I would fucking cheat on you? Are you fucking kidding me.” Mark threw back the pictures to you absolutely disgusted with you assuming that.


“What am I suppose to do about that!? I STILL DO MY BEST TO BE WITH YOU! YOU KNOW MY CAREER HAS TO COME FIRST!” 

As the two of you continued to yell at each other, the more heated and violent things got. You both were throwing things at each other and both of your words hurt. After each throw and each shout, you two were inching closer and closer together until the both of you were face to face. Not you, not mark, not anybody who knew the both of, would have suspected what had happened next. You didn’t feel the slap, you heard it, it was a loud crisp smack, but you didn’t feel it. All sort of emotion escaped you and all you felt was numbness. Mark just stared blankly at you because he couldn’t believe that he did that. He never wanted to harm the ones he loved but he absolutely never wanted to cause any harm to you. 

You both face each other staring at each other not really knowing what to do next. You both sat down on the couch and stared at the television not knowing what to do next.