a lot of other people who i'm laughing at right now

Basically, This is Basically What Every Dr. Phil Episode is Basically Like Basically
  • Dr. Phil: Hello, I am Doctor Philip, and today we'll be tackling an issue that is very widespread, but rarely spoken about. Gaming addiction. Now, I know many of you know at least one person in your life who plays video games, whether that be a child or, in some cases, a spouse.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: But, when unregulated, gaming can lead to serious addiction. Today I have with me a mother who's home life has been torn apart as her very own son descended into gaming addiction.
  • Mother: *sniffing and wiping tears away* Hello, doctor. Will you cure my son?
  • Dr. Phil: Well, dear, that's... uhh. Let's just bring the boy out already.
  • *dramatic music plays*
  • Gamer: My name is Gregg, I'm 19 years old, I'm a gaming addict, and I don't give a f*ck.
  • Audience: *gasps*
  • Gamer: Yeah, I game for 19 to 20 hours a day and the other four hours I use for looking up sick gaming strats or beating it to anime porn. I once sucked off a dude because he offered me minecraft diamonds. I don't give a sh*t, I would've sucked him off even if he didn't have the diamonds.
  • Audience: *gasps louder*
  • Gamer: Do I hate women? Yes, I hate women. I've emailed Anita Sarkeesian my address. She knows where I am if she wants to fight me. Feminists, square the fuck up. People always ask why I don't do anything other than gaming. I ask them why don't they mind their own f*cking business. I don't think I have a problem. Dr. Phil can honestly eat my whole an*s.
  • Gamer: *walks out onto the stage*
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: F*ck all y'all! I don't give a f*ck! *flips off the audience*
  • Dr. Phil: Please take a seat, son.
  • Gamer: *sits very disrespectfully*
  • Mother: *starts bawling*
  • Dr. Phil: Son, do you think that was acceptable behavior?
  • Gamer: The only behavior I care about is the behavioral patterns for enemies in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series. I love video games: Master chief, Mario, uhm, Blinx the Cat... Blasto. Love those guys!
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: I don't care! You think I care! F*ck all y'all!
  • Dr. Phil: All these people are booing you, doesn't that make you feel bad?
  • Gamer: Are you deaf? Have I not articulated the fact that I absolutely 100% do not care about anything except for video games? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. F*CK.
  • Mother: He's always like this, there's no changing him. It didn't used to be this way... just *starts bawling harder*
  • Dr. Phil: I think there is a way to change him, and we'll find out more about that after these messages.
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays*
  • *The lights dim and every goes empty eyed and slack-jawed*
  • Gamer: Heh, this is weird. *nudges mom and whispers to her* Hey, we're getting paid for this, right. Hey, mom? ...Mom?
  • Mother: *completely unresponsive*
  • Dr. Phil: *completely unresponsive*
  • Audience: *completely unresponsive*
  • Gamer: Heh... this is REALLY weird. *looks around nervously*
  • Audience member: Hey!
  • Gamer: Huh?
  • Audience Member: I'm in the audience! Over here! My arms are strapped to the chair! You have to help me!
  • Gamer: *runs to the audience member*
  • Audience Member: Thank god, I thought I was the only one here left with any brains.
  • Gamer: *hastily undoing the straps* What the fuck is going on?
  • Audience Member: I don't know, but this definitely isn't Dr. Phil's show.
  • Gamer: Then what is it?
  • Audience Member: No clue, but we have to get out of here before the commercial breaks ends.
  • Gamer: *successfully undoes the straps*
  • Audience Member: C'mon! Let's go. *grabs the gamer by the arm*
  • Gamer: *resists* Wait a fucking minute. Why am I supposed to trust you?
  • Audience Member: Because I'm normal and everyone else is braindead if you haven't noticed.
  • Gamer: Yeah, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on. Being on Dr. Phil is a huge opportunity for me to, y'know, advertise my brand. I'm a gamer if you haven't noticed.
  • Audience Member: Are you insane? Have you had a look around you? Does this anything happening right now seem normal to you? Who cares about your "brand". Do you even remember how you got here?
  • Gamer: Well... now that you mention, I can't really remember exactly.
  • Audience Member: Yeah, now let's get the fuck out of here.
  • *the gamer and audience member run through the back exit into the hallways*
  • *the Dr. Phil theme blares as the show returns from commercial break*
  • Gamer: My ears!
  • Audience Member: Move it! *jerks gamer's arm*
  • Gamer: Okay, calm down.
  • *the entire audience screams in unison*
  • Gamer: What the fuck is that!?
  • Audience Member: It's the reason we're running! Quick, in here!
  • *the duo duck into a cramped broom closest*
  • Gamer: Listen, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!
  • Audience Member: Shh.
  • Gamer: Don't shush me!
  • Audience Member: *covers the gamer's mouth*
  • *agonized screaming and violently rumbling passes by the broom closest*
  • Gamer: Holy shit!
  • Audience Member: Stop yelling.
  • Gamer: How can I not yell when it sounds the gates of hell just passed by us!
  • Audience Member: You want it to turn back around and find us?
  • Gamer: Alright. I'll calm down... I'll. *start sobbing*
  • Audience Member: Please, please stop crying. You're too loud.
  • Gamer: I can't! I'm under a lot of stress!
  • Audience Member: You'll be dead if you don't shut the fuck.
  • Gamer: I never wanted any of this, I just wanted to go on Dr. Phil so people would recognize me on YouTube and I could become a popular Let's Player!
  • Audience Member: If you don't shut up right now, I'll-
  • *a snake bites the audience member's neck*
  • Audience Member: *eyes roll up*
  • Gamer: *screams like a baby*
  • *snakes slither under the closet door*
  • Gamer: *stumbles out of the closet and falls into hallway covered with snakes* Fuck me! Fuck me!
  • Gamer: *attempts to run away but falls beneath the snakes and into and empty void*
  • *agonized screaming echoes from all around*
  • Gamer: Am I in hell? I have to be in hell. You don't fall through a pool of snakes and wind up anywhere else but hell.
  • Dr. Phil: THERE IS NO HELL.
  • Gamer: Doc, is that you? If this isn't hell then where am I?
  • Dr. Phil: YOU'RE IN MY REALM SON. *Dr. Phil's face appears glowing in the distance, his eyes are empty sockets and his mouth hangs open*
  • Gamer: What the fuck are you?
  • Dr. Phil: I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • Gamer: You're not Dr. Phil!
  • Dr. Phil: I NEVER SAID I WAS, SON. *a wall of gray human bodies lights up surrounding Dr. Phil's massive head, dr. phil's giant snake body slithers towards the gamer and opens its third eye* I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • *the wall of bodies screams in unison as Dr. Phil devours the gamer*
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays loudly*
  • Dr. Phil: THE NEXT EPISODE IS STARTING. I'M LATE. *slithers into the wall of bodies and his snake body slowly transforms into a normal Dr. Phil's body*
  • Dr. Phil: *crawls onto the stage*
  • Dr. Phil: *dusts himself off* Woo, I went on quite an adventure.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: I'm glad we can all find some time in our lives to laugh, but today's episode is covering something that is most certainly not a laughing matter. It's one of the most serious addictions striking America today and it's rarely talked about. I'm talking about people who love to pee on their mattresses and then pay people exorbitant amounts of money to suck their disgusting mattresses clean.
  • Audience: ... *someone clears their throat*
  • Dr. Phil: What's the matter?
  • Cameraguy: Spsss, Doc. That's not what the episode is about. It's about people with terrible gambling issues.
  • Dr. Phil: Oh, ah, fuck! Cut to commercial!
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Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,366 

part two | part three 


Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste.  As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.

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anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?

oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26. 

i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.

things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.

yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.

but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.

at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.

stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.

stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.

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Strap in nerds because have i got a long post ahead for you

So me and @sassycsap​ (bless her soul. she’s like my first friend here) talked about the nyoom nyoom post with how Rich would totally cart Jake around in a wheel chair like madmen on a chariot race because Rich is a Fast Boy™ and somehow we accidentally gave birth to this beautiful thing called the *drum rooooolll*

BMC Incredibles AU

So here’s each of the Characters

  • Rich is Dash (super speed) u can’t argue with me. have u seen the nyoom nyoom post
  • Jake is violet (invisibility and force fields)
  • Michael is Frozone ya’ll (Ice powers)
  • Jeremy is Bob (Super strength)
  • Christine is Helen (Elastic Body) (because we’ve all universally accepted that she’s the Mom of the Gang)
  • Jenna is Jack-Jack (this guy has a lot of powers that I’m too lazy to type in)
  • Chloe is Edna (She makes the costumes!!!!)
  • Brooke is Mirage (That really pretty girl who’s a spy)(don’t worry, we we’re made her good)
  • Squip is Syndrome (Bad Guy™)

=(The HCs are under the Cut so I’ll spare u the mess)=

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jalapeno--business  asked:

So whenever I read trc, I'm always overwhelmed by this almost pathological desire to experience the same feelings of wonder and beauty and magic that you describe in the series. Yes, I understand that there is no sentient, magical forest to discover, and no sleeping king that I can search for, but I still have this urge to have similar feelings and experiences in my life. So how do you experience a similar kind of magic and wonder that you describe in your books, in everyday life?

Dear jalapeno–business,

Are you listening closely?

As an author, I travel a lot. At one point, I was on the road one day out of every three — planes, hotels, rental cars. There’s a rhythm to it, like running up a very long flight of stairs. You figure out how many stairs you can take in a jump, and how to breathe-in-breathe-out to keep from wasting your lungs, and you learn how to tell when you have to stop to rest your knees or you just won’t make it to the top. 

The airports and the planes and the people can all start to seem the same after awhile, if you’re looking at them wrong. If you let them. Anything in life can sound ordinary if that’s all you’re listening for.

Back in 2014, I was in a Texas airport. The night had that glittering senseless jitter to it that happens when you’re tired but going home, finally going home. I was early for my flight and sitting several gates away from my real gate, listening to music. A young man sat down two seats away. Ordinarily, tired and occupied with the peculiar every-day magic of the music in my headphones, I wouldn’t have noticed him, but a moment later, a phone rang. He asked if it was mine; it wasn’t. Someone had forgotten it on the seat between us. 

We both looked at it.

It rang again for someone who didn’t know to pick up, and then he took it away to one of the United desks for them to give it to someone who would listen. He didn’t return.

Two hours later, I went to my real gate to board. Full flight. Everyone was checking and double-checking their seat assignments as they defended their right to aisles and windows. When my seatmate settled himself next to me, I looked up, and it was the guy from the waiting area. He had a tilt to his chin that telegraphed that he thought he was hot shit and a grin that said he recognized me. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

We laughed ruefully and applied our headphones — we both knew the routine of polite air travel. But the agreeable tingle of the coincidence still ate at me, and I could tell it ate at him, too, because after a few moments, he offered me a truffle from his bag. I told him I couldn’t take it because of my allergies, but the headphones came off. We started to talk.

And he was a big talker. He was cocky. A surgical resident. He told me how he loved the hell out of taking internal organs out of people. He described how he listened to sixty-minute epic soundtracks in his ear buds while he removed appendixes and gallbladders, kidneys and stones. He told me of watching Dateline by himself at the end of seventy and eighty hour work weeks, and he told me about his Hyundai, which I made fun of. Confidentially, he whispered to me about a surgeon he knew who had the goal of removing every gallbladder in Texas. Two hours into the flight, the conversation tilted toward spirituality. He’s hot shit, he confessed, and works hard, but he sometimes wonders if he’s allowed to want to be successful, or if that makes him a bad person. Because he’s working a lot of hours in a week, and he’s tired, but he’s pretty sure that he’s hot shit, but maybe that’s not allowed.

I was watching him fumble his fingers over each other. He was scratching a hole in his own palm.

And all at once there was a phone in my head, and it was ringing just for me. 

“One of your parents has obsessive-compulsive disorder,” I told him. “Maybe both.”

The shimmering grin slipped. “How did you know? How could you know that?” 

I asked him if he was getting treatment for it.

He said, “No, no, I’m over it. How could you know that?”

Because in a foggy way, that phone was still ringing between us, and now, I recognized the number.

I said, “Don’t kill yourself.”

He replied, “No way,” and then he started to cry. 

The shit-eating grin had vanished. He told me how he’d made up his mind that he didn’t want to make it to 35. He’d researched all the ways to make sure he didn’t. Over the next hour, I told him about my OCD, and how I thought his uncertainty over wanting to be successful but also wanting to be humble was a function of his OCD’s spiritual obsession. That he wasn’t over OCD, that you never were, but that his agony didn’t have to be a real thing. He could be both humble and successful. It wasn’t against the rules of goodness to be proud of what you’d done, as long as you were doing things for the right reasons. I told him how once I bought a race car, but I’d given it away to someone who could use the money, because I realized I was only racing to look sexy in a car, and not because it was really making me happy. 

I told him he didn’t have to worry about looking sexy in a Hyundai, though, and he replied that he would look sexy in anything, and then he cried a little more. 

Everyone else in the plane was asleep, but we were wide awake.

When we got off the plane in Virginia, the surgical resident gave me an awkward side-hug, and he wiped his face. Then he dug in his bag for the wrapper from his truffle. As the other travelers shuffled past us sleepily, he pressed it into my hand. He didn’t want to give me his name, he said, but he wanted something for me to remember so that when we ran into each other again in 15 years, I’d know who he was.

After we’d parted ways, I turned my phone off airplane mode, and a text came in that had been sent while I was in the air. It was from the person I’d given the race car to. I hadn’t heard from him in nearly six months. The text said only: thank u maggie i have such a hppy life bc of u

Magic.

You have to be listening closely. Phones are ringing all over the world, and sometimes they look like magical forests, and sometimes they look like race cars, and sometimes they look like surgical residents.

urs,

Stiefvater

anonymous asked:

andreil pda around the foxes pleaseee my soul needs it

my marvelous anon, i am here to grant thine request, with a small side of accidental lowkey renison. enjoy <3. also on AO3.


He did it. He actually did it. After months of constant warnings and threats, Wymack finally followed through.

Neil can do nothing but stare at the flyer in his hand, mildly in fear and majorly in shock. A mere thirty seconds prior, Wymack had stormed out of his office brandishing this piece of paper like both a white flag and a declaration of war. He had paused just inside the lounge, making sure to gather everyone’s attention, before striding over to Neil and shoving the flyer in his face.

“This is for last weekend,” Wymack had said. “I already—don’t give me that look, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. I already signed you up. It starts at 8:00 AM on Saturday, and unless you want your ass glued to the bench for the rest of the season, I suggest you be there.” He had then turned back around and disappeared into the hallway, leaving a room full of confused and curious Foxes in his wake.

A full minute passes before chaos breaks out and everyone starts moving at once. Various forms of “What the hell?” can be heard from all corners of the room. Neil blinks as the flyer is yanked out of his hand. He looks up to see Andrew, his eyes scanning the paper. Andrew looks up at him, and Neil’s heart nearly explodes because this look on his face, it looks like the honest-to-god beginnings of a smile. And sure, it’s at Neil’s expense, but he would embarrass the fuck out of himself at every turn if this was his reward. Andrew moves to hand the paper back to Neil.

“Okay, seriously,” Kevin huffs out with impatience as he pushes through his teammates. He snags the flyer away from Andrew who couldn’t be bothered to stop him. Kevin reads aloud, “The Annual Hilton Head Island Marathon…a MARATHON? Really, Neil?! Is this a joke?”

“I don’t know, Kevin,” says Andrew, his voice taking on the persona of a kindergarten teacher. “Did it look like a joke to you?”

Kevin’s only response is to scowl and shove the flyer into Neil’s chest. “This better not affect your performance at our game on Friday. You don’t get to take it easy just because you have to run 26.2 miles the next day.”

By the time Kevin has stormed out of the building, the rest of the Foxes have commenced their team wide freak out.

“Seriously?! He actually came through on that threat?” Dan is caught halfway between being genuinely worried and dying of laughter.

“Neil…bro…what the fuck…” Matt says from somewhere on his left, placing a consoling hand lightly on his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Neil. We have to be there. I have to witness this historic moment. You finally get to put your insane running habits into practice,” Allison is rambling from across the room.

“Wait, what was Wymack talking about ‘last weekend’? What did you do?” Asks Nicky, unaccustomed to being out of the loop.

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Russell T Davies on Steven Moffat

We do not know how lucky we are.

When asked to consider Steven’s finest moments, I was overwhelmed by images. Heores and villains. Battles and beauty. Monsters and children. Then I realised that I’d only got as far as 20 minutes into The Empty Child -round about the joke about Marxism and West End musicals - and had to sit down for a cup of tea.

I think, as fans, we can focus on the detail - Mondasian Cybermen! - at the risk of missing the bigger picture. That picture being, in Steven’s case, that we’ve just seen one of the greatest sci-fi body-horror thriller action-adventure romances (plus comedy) of our entire lives, beamed on to our TVs for less than 10p, written by a world-class master of his craft who’s now so in command of his talent, he’s riffing on ephemera from 1966 and turning it into gold, whisky, sex, whatever turns you on best. We truly do not know how lucky we are to have a man of this calibre writing our favourite show.

Since leaving Doctor Who, I’m approached, now and then, by strangers who remember my withered husk from Doctor Who Confidential. There’s a glint in their eye as they say, “What d’you think of it now?” An awful lot of those people are dying for me to trash it. I think, genuinely, they’re trying to achieve an intimacy. I think, nastily, they want me to say something bad so they can take it online and have some strange sort of fun. And when I say, “I love it!” they often think I’m lying.

I love it. I love every episode the man’s written. I love the other episodes he’s rewritten and I think few people know how many that is. I love the detail, I love the scale, I love the people, I love the jokes. I love the fact that Steven himself is quite down on The Beast Below. The whole of the UK on a spaceship? The whole of the UK is a spaceship? I’d retire there and then, complete. Nope, for him, it just wasn’t good enough.

I love the man, in truth, I love his mind, I love his standards, I love his rigour, his darkness, his kindness, his ambition, his love of TV. I love the man who wrote the very last line of Coupling, which shows what a lovely human being he is.

I love his women. Consider, in bad fiction, which is most fiction, how women’s roles, which have suffered so many years of neglect that they can be summarised as ‘women’s roles’, fall into the same old categories. They are reduced to the Mother, the Wife, the Daughter, the Bride. Agents of sex and childbirth, nothing more.

But then look at what Steven does with those categories. The Bride stands tall at her reception - literally in her wedding dress - and summons the Doctor back itno existence with an Old Maid’s rhyme. When the Bride has a Daughter, it’s a vital part of a galaxy-spanning revenge. The Daughter then becomes the Wife, a woman of such swagger and joy and tenderness, the Time Lord finally falls in love. We’re not done yet. A lesser category pops up, the Dominatrix, complete with eye-patch, but don’t worry, the Bride who’s the Mother of the Daughter who’s the Wife kills her stone dead! Then a lesbian travels the universe and everyone adores her. And nestling at the heart of the show is Doctor Who’s very own problem category, the Companion, a title inherently subordinate to the Man. Until Clara comes along! Companion to every single moment in the Doctor’s life. A woman so strong that in her first appearance, and her last, Death itself cannot stop her. A decade before Wonder Woman, Steven started weaving his own vast female mythology across the stars, in a funny old children’s show on Saturday teatimes.

I could mansplain all day, but the other thing I love in Steven’s writing is the complexity. I’ve heard some tiny, distant rumours that some people might have a problem with that. But I think it’s the very thing that will ensure Doctor Who’s logevity. You see, in the old days, us older fans fell in love with this show because it was porous. It had gaps. It was cheap, it was rushed, it was lovely and brave and unapologetic, using three walls in Lime Grove to create an entire Dalek invasion of Earth. All those gaps allowed us in. We imagined the offstage armies. We embraced the wobbles and bumps. If Sutekh had a secret hand on his cushion, we hooted, or invented a reason why (Clara!). But we either imagined it better, or saw how good it was underneath. Which is exactly like falling in love.

Now, the modern show has a lot more money. You can see those armies centre-stage. Gallifrey is so gorgeous, it has a spare city. Cyber-fleets can explode behind Rory’s head as a throwaway joke. And sometimes, a lossy show allows the mind the slide off. But Steven has created a brand-new porous surface. He invites us into the plots. He gives us stories which vault and somersault and double-back and trick and trap and treat. It’s not so much porous, it’s more like a great big spinning double helix and we’re clinging on, spinning for our lives, and yelling with joy. Yes, it’s complicated, but that’s wonderful. It will keep people thinking about the show forever.

Okay, my favourite moment? It’s my favourite joke. A Good Man Goes to War. Rory approaches River Song in the Storm Cage, and she says she’s been on a date with the Doctor, to the frost fair in 1814. “He got Stevie Wonder to sing for me underneath London Bridge.” And for a second, there’s that lovely shiver as you anticipae the punchline. “Don’t tell him.”

That’s a small momnt from a man who’s created empires. But a favourite joke is a beautiful thing. I just looked up the line and it turns out, I’ve long since paraphrased it, but that’s even better - like I said, Steven makes us part of the text, and now I own it! The point is, I think of that line every few days. Literally, a couple of times a week, every week. Every now and then, when I’m washing up or watching TV, or walking into town, or whatever, it pops into my head. “Don’t tell him.” And I laugh. I laugh, every single time. It’s been making me laugh for six years and it will make me laugh for the rest of my life. Very few people can write a line capable of that.

We have been so lucky.

The bond between Yuzuru and Shoma

Hero’s Special 170402

So, as opposed to the usual media angle of Shoma vs Yuzu, Hero’s has decided to put together a program about their relationship, as seen from behind the scenes footage. Most of the articles/reports are now focusing on the relationship between Yuzu and Shoma instead of the previous angle of rivals, because this time they had the shared role of Japan’s representatives as opposed to being individual skaters.

Shoma: Right now, when I’m practicing, my motivation is the desire to achieve the ability to win over Yuzu-kun. That’s the only motivation and, in order to continue growing, I would like to continue forward without changing this feeling.

Yuzu: I’ve often been told that I’m in a position of being chased by others but, if you think about it, just like how we found out with this SP, there are still many people I have to chase after. After all, after the SP the one who was standing in first place was Javier, and the one who was third was Patrick. Of course, the young skater Uno…Uno-san…U-Uno-san? *frowns at himself and laughs* Uno-senshuu** too (was in the top 3). There are many things that I don’t have, so in a manner of speaking, everything is to me, something/someone to chase after.  

In which we get a behind the scenes look at the bond between Yuzu and Shoma (as viewed by the Japanese media)

Full translation including video narration under the cut.

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Fall For You (M) | 03 (Final)

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 13,742
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings
A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!

Part 01. Part 02 + Drabbles

Mood music: X

A mistake.

It absolutely had to be a mistake.

There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.

You didn’t love Jungkook.

You loved his dick. And that was all.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 8: Change of Plans

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 7 - Part 9

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3171

Author’s Note: Gah sorry this took so long. I’m already starting on prt 9, so hopefully it won’t be as long for the next one.

Originally posted by gliceria

This morning is a battle. It’s a battle to focus on really anything but Y/N. I’m just not sure what to make of any of this. I have no idea what she’s thinking while she flits around the campsite packing up the sleeping bags and tent while Sam works on breakfast. She doesn’t seem any warmer to me than she is to Sam, playfully dodging his reach when she steals a piece of bacon, or than when she grabs Steve’s arm to get an extra lift to push the tent bag on top of the car. I can’t figure out if this morning was just a weird thing in an emotional moment or if it was something more.

It’s also a battle over the next stop. She’s sitting stubbornly on the picnic table holding her atlas while Sam begs her to get in the car. Steve is rolling his eyes and I’m barely holding back my laughter.

“Come on! You’re being such a princess!” Sam scoffs, “Get in the car.”

“No! Vegas is not part of the plan!” She shouts back defiantly.

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Editor-In-Chief and Single Dad Shiro Part 2 (1, 3, 4)

  • Shiro’s daughter insists to go with him to work and who was Shiro to deny her that? However, she tells him if she can stay at Keith’s.
  • So when they arrive, they make their way to the Marketing Office only to surprise the two employees inside: Lance and Keith.
  • Lance stands up and stammers “G-good morning, Sir!”
  • Keith looks at Lance and stands up himself. He sees Shiro looking at his desk full of dinosaur figures mixed with space ones and he gets nervous. It didn’t look too professional but Lance said. it. was. okay!! 
  • “Is that a new dinosaur? Can I play with it?” Shiro’s daughter points at Keith’s desk. Keith smiles at her as she touches his toy.
  • Shiro clears his throat. “Do you mind if she stays here? She’s kinda a bit taken with you.”
  • “I’m going to marry Keith.” the little kid announces, grinning so wide at her future husband. She takes Keith’s hand and squeezes it and Keith doesn’t know what to do when her father is his boss and is right in front of them!! Lance teases her though “Ooooh, someone’s got a crush.”
  • When she starts pre-school, Shiro feels relieved because he doesn’t have to worry much about her getting into places she shouldn’t be at work. 
  • One day, Shiro gets caught up with a very important client and he couldn’t pick up his daughter. He asks Keith if he could pick her up, it’s just a few blocks away from work. Keith agrees since he can’t really say no to his boss. It happens quite often that on his 7th pick up, he calls Lance as he waits outside the school. 
  • “Is it just me or it is a little way too weird that I’m way too involved with our boss’ personal life?”
    “A bit, yeah. You go with them for ice cream for god’s sake.”
    “Oh my god.”
  • It’s a little late when Keith’s locking up the Marketing office when he notices that his boss’ daughter is sitting outside of her Dad’s office.
  • He sits beside her and says “Where’s your Daddy?”
  • “He’s still inside calling someone important. Something like sponsor or something. I dunno.” She dangles her feet mindlessly.
  • “I heard something happened at school today.” Keith starts.
  • Shiro’s done with his call and he’s quite happy with the current deal so when he opens his door he sees Keith with his daughter sitting on his lap. He takes a step back and slowly closes the door, but opens it only slightly for him to hear what they are talking about.
  • “Margaret said it’s weird I don’t have a Mommy,” his daughter shares. “But I have a Daddy though and I love him lots. I know he thinks I don’t know but I do. I remember things even those I don’t want to.”
  • “What do you mean?” Keith asks, adjusting the little girl on his lap.
  • “My Mommy didn’t want me. She said I was,” she pauses to do air qoutes with her stubby lil fingers. “unplanned. I don’t even know what that word is. But I think that means she doesn’t love me because if she did, she’ll be here. But she’s not. So she doesn’t.”
  • Shiro frowns. So she knew all along. However, Keith’s response surprised the heck out of him.
  • “Your Daddy loves you a lot though and I’m not sure if I count, but I love you,” Keith says and Shiro’s heart just wants to melt. “I mean, obviously, I’m just Keith from Marketing but just because you don’t have a Mommy just like the rest, doesn’t mean you’re not loved by other people. Your Daddy works very hard for you and—” he pauses and panics. “Oh, no don’t cry, sweetheart.”
  • His daughter turns around to hug Keith and sobs her heart out. She looks up and sees him by the door.
  • “Hey, baby girl. Let’s go home.” he says softly and it startles Keith. He takes his daughter and she buries her face in his neck.
  • “Uh, I’m sorry. She was alone and…” Keith starts to explain.
  • “Would you like to have dinner with us?” When it seems like Keith’s about to say no, Shiro continues, “We’re having Japanese. I insist.”
  • “Alright,” Keith sighs and smiles. No one can really say no to Japanese.
  • When they walk their way to the elevator, Shiro goes, “She really likes you, yknow?”
  • Keith just laughs, “Not a lot of people tend to like me so, that’s a first.”
  • “Make that two of us then,” Shiro smiles and if he feels accomplished that it turned Keith into a tomato, well, his daughter doesn’t have to know.
  • “My Daddy likes you a lot, Keith,” his daughter suddenly speaks up and Shiro wants to die on the spot. But it seems like she doesn’t plan on stopping. “He said he likes you in that red leather jacket and that you look really handsome. Also Daddy likes your smil—”
  • “OKAY OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH.” Shiro panics and covers his kid’s mouth. God, now he can’t even to look at Keith. 

anonymous asked:

hi! this is a bit of a strange question but i was wondering: how do you deal with fandom frustration? when you love fandom content but frequently feel frustrated by a large portion of the fan base? i'm a fandom baby in a lot of ways and sometimes though i feel like a jerk, it's so hard not to let other people overpower my experience. i love hearing your thoughts on everything in general, but. if you have the time i'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well. hope you have a nice day. :)

hmm! this is a great question and one I’m not 100% sure of how to answer, because for the most part I have had very positive fandom experiences. but when it comes to making your fandom experience as relaxed & fun as possible, here are my tips:

1) accept right now and forever that everyone does fandom differently, and everyone is in fandom for different reasons and to get different things out of it. it doesn’t matter if people don’t ship what you ship. it doesn’t matter if they write stories of which the summary makes you recoil in horror. they are not doing this at you. accept that you are going to do you, and everyone else is going to do themselves, and unless their shit spills over into your personal space (see point 3)) then there is literally no point in trying to control the fannish experience that anyone else is having. fandom’s a large space! there’s room for everyone! 

so the thing to do is:

2) CURATE YOUR FANNISH EXPERIENCE. I’ve been doing this since ye olde days of livejournal and do it even more intensely now. essentially: find the people you like, and the parts of fandom you like, and carve out your own corners where you can hang with like-minded people. you don’t have to be right in the thick of it, reading everything, interacting with everything and everyone. you don’t have to track all the tags which are crammed full of stuff that annoys you. you can take it slowly, and be discerning.

if you want to read meta, find the people who write it and follow them. ditto art. learn to embrace ao3’s excellent search function, and to use a tumblr blacklist. if you want to read fic and are bemoaning the fact that none of it is quite what you want: write your own! enthuse about your ideas on tumblr! leave prompts on kinkmemes! befriend some writers! I have to admit I am still pretty lost when it comes making friends on tumblr because the etiquette is bizarre and variable, but hey: the messaging system exists, askboxes exist, comments on ao3 exist. sure, different people have different levels of openness to making new bosom friends, but nobody minds being engaged. we’re in fandom to be fannish, together. 

3) if people are being jerks in your space, block ‘em. ignore ‘em. delete ‘em. I am not even remotely internet famous enough to be at risk of being deluged by trolls, but on the rare occasions that I’ve engaged in good faith and subsequently decided that I was being concern-trolled, I’ve noped cheerfully out of there. the few accusatory or unpleasant anon (because they’re always anon!) messages that have landed in my inbox, I’ve deleted without batting an eye. sometimes I share it with a friend via chat or email and we have a laugh about it, and that helps settle any residual hurt or irritation that I might feel. I’m a grown fucking woman. I keep a calm sympathetic face while being shouted at, cried on, confided in, manipulated, and projected onto, for a living. and I have zero qualms about policing the boundaries of the spaces I’ve carved out for myself–the fun, creative, relaxing, incredible places–in fandom.

4) manage your entitlement. just remind yourself every so often that nobody owes you the next chapter of that story, or the exact piece of art you want to see, or the paragraph-long comment, or the attention you crave, or the whole-hearted agreement you seek. remember that everyone has their own lives, and you’re never seeing the full picture. be gracious. be kind. try to resist the urge to snipe and snark and finger-point and complain in public; I enjoy a bit of fandom bitching as much as the next person, but I inflict it all on my friends, in chat.

5) the flipside of this is: show appreciation of the things you like. comment on that story. reblog that art with a furious tag spiral of capslock (creators LOVE tag spirals). put together a rec list–this is also a great way to show people what kind of things you like, so people who share your tastes know who to gravitate towards.

if you are frequently frustrated by a large portion of the fanbase, anon, then ask yourself: are you reading the comments? ie. are you making yourself engage with parts of fandom where people have THE WRONG OPINIONS and are writing your beloved characters THE WRONG WAY? if so: just scroll past. don’t read it. unless you really enjoy an argument, don’t feel obliged to reblog it with a detailed explanation of why they’re wrong: you’re gonna frustrate yourself and, yes, maybe end up looking like a jerk. just shrug and move on. maybe this isn’t the corner for you.

I have been following my own advice in this regard for almost 14 years. I’ve kept a handful of enduring and awesome friends from most of the major fandoms I’ve been part of, and I’m still making new ones, and I’ve (mostly) managed to avoid wank. I write what I like, and I read what I like, and I try to communicate generously and enthusiastically with people who are creating the things that I enjoy.

tl;dr - seek out the things that make you feel good, and follow them. weed out the things that make you feel bad, and ignore them. it’s fandom. it can be as serious or unserious as you like, but it IS supposed to be fun.

suits and ties | jimin

genre: smut
warnings: momentarily sub!jimin, the dom, then sub….. oral, uhhh………… some public stuff (only briefly!!!) and then ur typical things
words: 4.7k (i’m so sorry)

a/n: …………… i don’t know where to begin. this is….. i have no excuse. i’m very awkward? and found out that this has been sitting in my draft folder since may???? so i didn’t think i’d ever finish it but… here i am. i apologize if it ain’t that great! but i think for a first it’s not bad sO.

“Babe, do we really have to go?”

“It’s your business party,” you laughed, fixing Jimin’s tie for him. “Besides, we won’t have to pay for the food or alcohol there. Could it get any better?”

Upon hearing this Jimin chuckled softly and snaked his arms around your waist, holding you close. His body pressed firmly against your own, while your hands rested on top of his chest.

“Can’t we just stay here? I don’t know if I want my babygirl to leave, especially when she looks this incredible. People might stare,” he hummed, voice low as his hand began making its way down your back, over the curve of your ass.

“I know I look good in this dress, which is precisely why we should go to the dinner. You gotta show everyone that you’ve got yourself a trophy,” you laughed, and a smile appeared on Jimin’s full lips.

“Fine, alright,” he said, letting go of you — not before pecking your cheek softly first, of course. “But we’re heading up to the room as soon as possible, okay?”

The two of you found yourselves at the front doors of the hotel. Sure, you were no stranger to great establishments, but this one was so much more than you had expected. It was bigger than most of the hotels you’d spent time in, and needless to say you were excited. Knowing that you and Jimin were most likely to stay late at the party, you had already booked yourselves a room, and couldn’t wait to see what that looked like as well.

Just before entering the ballroom you held onto Jimin’s arm, smiling faintly.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you something,” you cooed, looking up at him happily.

“What is it? Did we forget something?”

“No. It’s just that I’m not wearing anything underneath my dress.”

And with that you let go of Jimin and walked off, hips swaying as you sauntered off into the ballroom, soft music playing and the smell of alcohol light in the air. As you drifted away from him, Jimin stared at you for a few seconds before clearing his throat and following you in, cheeks dusted a light pink.


By the time dinner was served, Jimin had been chatting away amongst his colleagues while trying to ignore the way your hand was creeping up his thigh. He managed to do pretty well when your fingers traced light patterns on his leg, and maintained a casual manner when you began tugging lightly at his belt, but his voice cracked when you pressed the palm of your hand lightly into his crotch. He cleared his throat, glancing at you from the side for a moment, before continuing his conversation. However, you could feel him wrap his hand around your wrist as he moved your hand and placed it back into your own lap. You couldn’t help but giggle softly at that. Teasing Jimin was something you both enjoyed, even if he refused to admit it.  

He eventually removed the hold he had on your wrist and rested his hand on your thigh, distracted by colleagues. As his conversation progressed, you decided to continue your little game. This time, instead, you took his hand in your own and guided it between your legs. You could tell by the slight stutter in his speech that he was very much aware of the situation, and that was all the motivation you needed to continue on. As Jimin drank from his water while listening to his colleague talk about a successful partnership, you slipped his hand underneath your dress and moved it up slowly. He choked on his water when he realized that your little secret he had been made aware of was very, very true, and he withdrew from you, trying to regain his composure. This was a lot harder than he thought it would be.  

After dinner, he invited you to socialize with some of his business partners, and you happily agreed. He took your hand in his and the two of you got up, walking over to the area where he met one of them. The man looked well established, prim and proper, and you could tell just by the looks of him that he was very intelligent.

“Namjoon, meet Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, meet Kim Namjoon, one of my biggest partners in trade.”

You shook hands with the businessman and he smiled politely, before keeping to himself. He seemed shy. How cute.

Namjoon hummed, looking between you and Jimin momentarily. “Ah, you’ve really landed yourself a catch, Park. You bragged about her before, but…”

You laughed softly, leaning into your boyfriend. Jimin’s smile twitched.

“Hasn’t he?” You agreed, and Namjoon chuckled. “I’ll be right back, babe. I’m gonna   get myself a drink. Do you want anything?” You asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Chardonnay. Thank you,” Jimin hummed, relaxing slightly. As you walked away, you could hear Namjoon remark “Wow, she really is perfect. You’re head over heels and she gets you drinks, it’s incredible.” It made you giggle, to say the least.

With the new boost of confidence buzzing through your veins, you made your way over to the bar, heels clicking against the spotless tiled floor. A few men turned their heads towards you and a handful of those kept their eyes on you for an amount of time. When you got to the bar you leaned against the counter, ordering a cocktail for yourself and the white wine for your boyfriend. As you stood there and waited for your drinks, you felt the presence of a man next to you. You turned your head to meet dark, captivating eyes.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?” The man asked, his voice deep and smooth. You just laughed.

“And what’s a handsome guy like you doing here using boring, cliche lines on women who aren’t interested?” You replied back, a playful tone in your voice. You looked around briefly and saw Jimin’s eyes on you. You weren’t going to give him an incentive to be mad, just maybe a little frustrated.

“I’m Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you. Interested now?” He asked confidently, and you noticed the lack of an alcohol scent on his breath. Was he doing this sober? The bartender passed you your drinks and you just shook your head.

“Nope. I have a boyfriend. Thanks for the time though, it was fun,” you laughed, and he watched with wide eyes as you made your way back to Jimin.  

“I see you’ve met Taehyung,” your boyfriend sighed, taking his wine in one hand as the other wrapped around your waist and held you close.

“You’ve been getting a lot of attention tonight. I’m not sure I like it. People keep staring at you like you’re a piece of meat,” he huffed.

“I like the attention. Besides, now you can show everyone that I’m all yours. No one else can have me but you,” you said softly, leaning into him. He remained stiff; you sighed.

“You really need to relax,” you continued quietly, placing your hand over his and slipping it down lower onto your hip. “You’ve been so tense. I wonder why?”

Jimin bit his bottom lip, looking anywhere but at you. “You’ve been torturing me all night, touching me, making me touch you, and doing everything else in your power to make me frustrated. Why do you think I’m tense?” His words had a bit of bite to them and you giggled quietly. “I swear to god, I’m going to die of blue balls.” He squeezed your hip.

“Mmm… maybe we should head upstairs then? This is a really expensive hotel, I’m sure the walls are really thick,” you whispered in his ear, and he gulped down the rest of his wine.

“Just a few more hours, babygirl. A few more hours, and then I swear to god I’m going to get my payback,” he growled quietly. You tingled in anticipation.

Those hours were Jimin’s own personal hell. You didn’t stop touching him, whispering obscenities in his ear, pressing against his body whenever you got the chance. He wanted to pick you up and fuck you right there on one of the tables, but sadly he had to put up with the teasing until you two could be away from any wandering eyes. It was late, almost two in the morning before the two of you got a chance to slip out, minds buzzing slightly with the drinks in your systems. Jimin’s grip on your hand was firm as he brought you into the elevator, but as soon as you got in there he didn’t bother to keep his hands off of you. As soon as the doors shut you felt your back hit the wall of the elevator, and his hands were in your hair, holding the strands tight between his fingers. He pulled your head back a bit before roughly pressing his lips against yours, finally allowing himself to release his frustrations. His free hand made its way to the underside of your thigh and he lifted your leg up, wrapping it around his waist to press into you more. His hips rolled into yours and a small moan escaped your mouth, only motivating him to do more.

By the time the doors opened again, you were a mess, legs shaking in anticipation and hair disheveled. Jimin wasn’t any better, tie loose and the top buttons of his shirt already undone. The two of you were in your hotel room before you knew it.

You didn’t even have time to walk into the room before Jimin pinned you up against the door, lifting up the bottom of your dress and attacking your neck with sloppy, passionate kisses — you knew there would be marks the next morning. Dress now bunched up at your waist, Jimin hoisted you up and pressed you against the door, gripping your thighs tightly.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your skin when you wrapped your legs around him tightly, pulling him close. “You’ve been absolutely ruthless all night, baby. I don’t think you gave me a break once.”

Jimin’s voice was low and husky, quiet as a whisper but the only thing you heard. The alcohol had your head fuzzy but Jimin’s touches had you dizzier, his voice making your head spin.

“Tell me, was it fun teasing me? Did you enjoy tormenting me for hours like that?” Jimin asked, and you could feel him smirking against the neck before he moved his head up a bit to nibble on the shell of your ear. When you didn’t answer right away, lightheadedness getting the best of you, he rolled his hips hard into yours, eliciting your own moan.

“Y— shit— yes, so much fun, baby,” you panted, hands finding their way to Jimin’s shirt to continue undoing the remaining buttons and tugging at his tie. “You g-get so red and embarrassed. Fuck, it’s so fun.”

Jimin took in a few deep breaths before setting you down on the ground, taking a few steps back. You almost voiced your disappointment, but his eyes flickered to yours and you stopped.

“Lay down on the bed,” he said quietly, pulling off his tie and holding it in his hand. Your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t help but do as he said, walking over to the bed on shaky legs and sitting in the middle. You watched Jimin for a few seconds, his back to you as he focused on undoing the buttons of his shirt and pulling it off, the fabric drifting down to the floor. Due to the lack of lighting in the room, the only bit of it coming from beneath the door from the hallway and through the curtains, moonlight shining through, it was hard to make out many details. Hell, you could barely tell what the room looked like, but with where Jimin was standing and his angle, you watched as the pale moonlight bounced off of his skin, dark shadows under his defined muscles. His back was so nicely defined, new shadows every time he moved his arms. You were so busy admiring his body that you didn’t notice when he’d turned his head back to look at you, a small smirk on his face. He didn’t say anything but cleared his throat, drawing your attention to his eyes. Your cheeks grew warm and you looked away, finally letting your back hit the bed and you laid there expectantly. Fuck, he was so hot.

Jimin made his way over to you, just his briefs left on, and climbed on the bed to hover over your body. While his left hand kept him steady, his right moved down to grab both of your wrists and pin them atop your head, his eyes dark with lust as he looked into your own. There was a momentary silence in the room as you two gazed into each other’s eyes, anticipation building before he leaned in and you quickly met his lips in a passionate kiss. There were too many teeth and too much tongue but it was perfect for the way you two were feeling at that moment. You felt him move so he could use his free hand to roam your body, push your tight dress up to your chest, where it sat bunched so he could have a view of your naked figure. Your breaths were becoming laboured and you squirmed slightly underneath him, unable to move your arms to pull Jimin closer when he pulled away from you. Sitting up a bit, you still stuck underneath him, he took the time to admire your body, the curves and bumps and softness of your skin. He found himself too hungry to keep it slow and let go of you, moving down your body. Your breath hitched when you felt him hoist your leg over his shoulder, and nearly stopped completely when he began kissing your inner thigh, looking directly at you. Your eyes were hooded and body language communicated how needy you were, nearly aching to have Jimin inside of you. Like this, looking so exposed, you could feel the release dripping down your folds as you expectantly waited for your lover to quit with the teasing and finally get to it.

“Babygirl, you’re so beautiful like this, spread out and ready for me,” he said in a low voice, slowly sliding his hand up your outer thigh. You felt yourself clench around nothing and you would be embarrassed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your desire for the man underneath you burned so hard you felt as if your body were on fire, sweat coating your skin in a thin layer.

“Fuck, please babe, I’m dying,” you breathed out, one hand grasping onto the bedsheets and the other pulling hard on Jimin’s dark locks. He groaned at the sensation, but decided to be nice and before you knew it, a skilled tongue flicked out at your clit and you gasped out, body tensing momentarily. He quickly got to licking up your folds, drinking in all of the sweet flavour and making sure none of it went to waste. Your toes tingled at the feeling and your core felt like it was getting warmer, especially when you felt his expert tongue push into your entrance as he tasted you further. Your quiet moans and his obscene sounds filled the room, accompanied by the occasional groan from the man underneath you. He tasted you thoroughly, head buried between your thighs and you couldn’t take it. Your mind was spinning, feeling as the coil in your stomach slowly began tightening, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Jimin, oh fuck- please,” you breathed out, fingers curling in the sheets even more. Your knuckles were pale from the effort, and you could feel your nails poking the palm of your hand through the blanket.

“Please what?” He asked, a smirk on his face as he licked his lips, making sure he didn’t waste a single bit of you. You groaned in annoyance - begging wasn’t your thing, but you were oh so desperate to feel him inside you, to feel something inside you. Fuck it.

“Fuck me, oh my g-god,” you gasped when he began to suck on your clit. “Please, babe, oh my god just fuck me- the fingers or your cock, I— oh lord!” You called out when you felt two fingers press against your entrance as Jimin’s tongue continued to work magic on your clit. He didn’t waste any time pressing both into you and you gasped at the stretch, back arching at the sudden feeling. He quickly thruster his fingers into you and your body got warmer and warmer, that familiar feeling so close you could practically taste it. When Jimin felt you start to get tighter around his fingers he quickly pulled back, and you were left whining and whimpering and rolling your hips to try and find something, anything to carry you to your high. It didn’t work. You groaned out in annoyance, looking at the man who now hovered on top of you, laughing like the evil villain he was.

“Jimin!” You called, slapping his arm. He laughed even harder. “I can't— I can’t believe you!” He grinned, his smile way too angelic for what he just did, and he leaned down to kiss your lips softly. You could taste yourself in his mouth.

“Payback for this evening. Did you really think you could tease me all night and get away with it?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your jaw. You smacked his arm again in frustration and Jimin chuckled, taking your hands in his own before pinning them above your head. “You wound me, babe. What if you were to actually hurt me?” He asked, and you cursed under your breath.

“Then so be it, you’d probably be into it anyway. Just— please, Jimin, I’m desperate.”

Jimin tilted his head in thought for a few moments, but then you watched as he climbed off of you and the bed, going to stand on the floor as he looked at you expectantly.

“You know what to do,” he hummed, and you quickly pulled off your dress all the way, tossing it to the other side of the bedroom as you made your way to the floor, soft carpet cushioning your knees as you kneeled in front of your lover. You pressed your lips gently to the bulge in his briefs and he took in a sharp breath, a hand making its way up to his hair and he brushed it up out of his face. Your eyes flickered up to him and he bit his bottom lip, trying to refrain from saying anything. He knew you were in as playful a mood as he was, and didn’t want to push it. You hooked your fingers around the elastic and pulled it down, Jimin’s length springing out once you pulled his briefs down his legs. He swallowed hard when the cold air hit him but barely had time to think because you were taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. His hands found their way into your hair and he dropped his head, moaning lowly. He slowly rolled his hips into your mouth but you stopped him, placing your hands so he couldn’t, and he huffed.

“Baby, please,” he said softly, and you took him into your mouth a little bit more. The warmth spread through his entire body and he licked his lips, swallowing hard. You hummed against the weight in your mouth and his body tensed, thigh muscles taut. He tossed his head back when you briefly took him into the back of your throat before pulling off of him completely, your lips making a popping sound. You stood up, and just as Jimin was about to whine you shut him up with your lips on his own, and your hand found its way down to wrap around his length. He held you close, passionately kissing you. His tongue explored your mouth as you jacked him off, swallowing his whimpers and whines. Proud of yourself, you brushed your tongue against his own and he moaned softly, the sound getting louder when you pulled away and leaned down, pressing your lips into the crook of his neck and biting gently.

“Shit- baby, oh fuck I’m so close,” he whined out, chest heaving as he pressed into you, and you felt his dick twitch in your hand.

“Are you?” You asked, before nipping at his skin some more. “Tell me how close.”

Jimin couldn’t hold it back anymore. Although he loved being in control, when you took the reigns, you had them. He couldn’t help himself when he became putty in your hands, begging for more.

Shit— your hand feels so good but your mouth feels better- I want to feel you even more— shit! Oh, my god, I can- it’s going to- I’m gonna—” and just before he cried out you pulled your hands away, precum dripping from his length, the tip red and angry. He whined, motioning to grab your body but you slipped away quickly, laughing to yourself.

“Babe. Baby— Y/N, please,” he pleaded, panting lightly as he tried to recover. His legs were shaking. “Fucking— shit, please,” he whimpered, and you looked back at him.

“Lie down on the bed,” you said softly, and heard the mattress moving as he quickly made his way to the middle of it, laying on his back. You hummed to yourself, turning around to see him waiting expectantly, hands at his sides. You almost took pity on him, but decided it was time for the games to stop. You were just as horny as he was, and you really wanted to finally feel him inside you.

Finally, you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap as you hovered over his hard member, a hand placed on his chest. He watched you intensely, biting his bottom lip as he stifled a moan. You smirked softly, before moving your hips back to sit on his thighs, so close yet so far from your final destination. He groaned, slowly getting more and more fed up.

“Not as confident as you were before, hm?” You asked, leaning forward a bit to drag your nails down his stomach. He took in a deep breath, moaning out at the feeling. “What happened to the big guy who was pushing me against walls and telling me what to do all the time? Now you’re just laying under me, moaning and whining like the good boy you are,” you hummed, tilting your head as you looked at him. His face was red and sweat had stuck his hair to his forehead, eyes dark with lust as watched your movements.

“But you still look so pretty, breathing heavily and begging me to touch you. Do you want more?” You asked and he ran a hand through his hair once more, watching you intensely.

“I want you to sit on me and ride me until you come, and then I want to flip us over and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop, and then I’m going to come on your stomach,” he said lowly, and his confidence caught you off guard, and you chuckled softly. You always had the most fun when the two of you fought for power. Both of you ended up winning in some way in the end, but you wanted to try your best to keep him as submissive as possible throughout this. So, with a goal in mind, you lifted yourself up before positioning yourself over Jimin’s length, slowly sinking down on him. The both of you let out a moan as the first of your pent-up frustrations made their way out of your bodies. He moved to put his hands on your waist but you slapped his hands away, lifting yourself up and bringing your hips back down, body flooding with pleasure at every move. You could feel that Jimin felt the same, his muscles tensing under your fingers at the feeling. Already it was getting too good and you had just started.

Soon enough you found yourself bouncing against Jimin’s hips, sweat dripping down your body. The mixture of yours and his moans, as well as the slapping sound of skin against skin bounced against the walls and filled the room, the air thick with the smell of sex and the heat from your skin. Thighs burning, you were so incredible so but so, so close. You could feel it, the heat spreading all the way from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You moaned loudly as the liquid pleasure began to pool in your belly and you clenched tightly around his length inside of you, and he moaned out loudly. You grasped his hands and held them tight, eyes shut as you focused on bringing yourself over to the edge. His hips rolled up hard against yours when finally that coil snapped and you gasped out, breathing shakily. Your nails dug into his hand as you came hard, the pleasure filling your body as your muscles tensed, and your hips stuttered at the feeling. Jimin didn’t give you any time to recover when you felt your back hit the mattress and you cried out, his hips ramming into yours.

“I always get what I want,” he whispered in your ear as he thrust hard into you, holding your hands above your head. There was so much stimulation that all of your nerves were on fire and you were almost begging Jimin to give you a break, just a little bit to calm down, but you couldn’t get the words out, your mind a blubbered mess of absolutely nothing. You scratched down his back, leaving red marks on his skin as he worked his body into yours hard. He moaned in your ear, pressing his lips against yours to stifle your cries of overstimulation as his hips stuttered.

You panted heavily, throat sore from calling out so loudly. He pried himself away from you as he pulled out, stroking himself quickly before finally, thick white strands splashed against your stomach and heaving chest, body burning from exertion and effort. Jimin breathed heavily, closing his eyes as he caught his breath, and he looked down to see you glancing up at him through your eyelashes, body painted in his colour. He admired it while he calmed himself down before walking to the bathroom to grab a towel, dampening it. You found yourself being wiped clean by the man, then he laid down on your body and nuzzles his head into your chest, closing his eyes. The two of you were exhausted.

When you finally felt well enough to speak, you lifted a tired arm and slapped Jimin on the back, earning a small whimper.

“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” you complained, bringing your arm up to play with his hair. He hummed in response, pressing a kiss to your chest.

“That’s okay. We have the room until tomorrow night, and then I can just carry you to the car if it’s still that bad,” he snickered, and you huffed.

“That’s not the point. The point is that I’m going to be in pain and it’s your fault.”

At that, he lifted his head, brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at you.  "Um, excuse me, but who’s the one who was teasing me for hours all night?“ He asked, and you laughed softly.

“Not my point. Stop talking,” you smiled and he rested his head back against you.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt Jimin moving off of you and his weight off the bed, causing you to open your eyes to look at him. When you saw him, he had a mischievous expression on his face and a tie in his hand.

“Round two?”

zarohk  asked:

So, I'm not totally sure the timelines match up, but do you think that Rachel's sisters (especially Sarah who is younger and more naive) could have watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer and decided that Rachel is the Slayer? Goes out at night, all hours, secret boyfriend who only visits her at night, can't tell their single mom, etc.

[First of all: the timelines do actually match up quite well.  In #20 there’s a brief mention of David’s dad (of all people) watching Buffy on TV, and although Animorphs started and ended first most of its run overlaps with Buffy.  Second, I LOVE this idea so much.  Rachel and Buffy are two of the people who were massively influential in teaching me and my friends that it was possible to be girly and tough at the same time.  Third… Voila.]

It starts as a way to distract her sisters, on the nights when their mom can’t make it home and their dad is too busy to call—Rachel will put on whichever Buffy episode she’s got saved in the DVR and all three of them will watch it together.  However, all three of them fall in love with the show over time, until they’re catching each episode live: Sarah laughs at all the puns and hums along with the theme song while Jordan waxes poetical about how dreamy Spike and Angel are.  

Rachel just loves Buffy herself, because there aren’t enough girls on TV that can look that fabulous and kick butt at the same time.  It becomes a weekly ritual, one that Rachel sometimes has to miss if Cassie or Jake calls with urgent news, but she’ll put aside anything short of the alien invasion to catch it with her sisters.

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Jordan meets Rachel at the door, which is a bad sign because their mom and Sarah are both asleep and Rachel herself went to bed six hours ago.  The mission was long, nasty, and exhausting, the way they always are, and Rachel’s too keyed-up from the adrenaline rush to think of a proper excuse for why she’s sneaking in.  

She and Jordan stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, Rachel leaning on the door frame, Jordan holding a comic book in both hands as she sits on the end table in the foyer.  Jordan becomes the first one to speak.  “Sarah and I were talking,” she says.  “And I think we figured it out.”  

Rachel feels her stomach churn.  She’s not as careful with her sisters as her mom.  She never has been.  “Figured what out?”

“It’s okay.”  Jordan clutches her comic book a little more closely, expression solemn.  “We won’t tell Mom.”

Rachel crosses her arms.  “Won’t tell her what, exactly?”

Jordan thrusts the comic book at Rachel.  The cover shows a girl—Buffy Summers, judging by the title—holding a wooden stake in one hand and a sword in the other, her blond hair whirling around her as she thrusts the sword at a spike-covered greyish creature in the corner of the frame.  

Rachel takes a step back from the comic, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.  

“It explains everything.  Where you sneak out to almost every night.  Why you’ve got blood under your fingernails half the time when you get home.  Why you’ve got a secret boyfriend who only comes out at night—”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Rachel says reflexively.

Jordan nods, eyes wide.  “Uh-huh.  So you definitely weren’t seen by half the school at last week’s dance with a mysterious guy who has blond hair and is never seen around town.  You don’t have a boyfriend, even though I’ve heard people talking in your room in the middle of the night.  And you always leave your window open, even—especially—when it rains.  Almost like you’re waiting for a secret vampire boy—”

Rachel snorts a laugh.  “Tobias isn’t a vampire.”

Which has exactly the opposite effect than the one she intended.  “Oh my god,” Jordan whispers.  “Tobias as in that guy who disappeared last year? Everyone thought he died—” She gasps.  “Unless he did die.  And now he’s back!”

Much as Rachel wants to laugh and keep laughing until she falls over, she understands that this conversation actually has serious implications.  With effort she sobers herself.  “Look,” she says at last.  “There are things… Things I can’t tell you.  You wouldn’t be safe if I did.”  

She looks Jordan in the eye.  Jordan is taking this conversation seriously—probably more seriously than Rachel herself, for that matter.  “I understand,” Jordan says.  

“As soon as…”  As soon as the war’s over.  “As soon as it’s safe.  I’ll tell you everything.  Right now, there are things I can’t talk to you, or to Mom, about.  But someday I will.  I promise.”  Rachel can’t be more honest than that.  

“Okay.”  Jordan bites her lip.  “I just wanted you to know your secret’s safe with me.  And if you ever need help, like, hiding a body…”

Rachel smiles, overwhelmed with fondness.  “Thanks.”  She yawns.  “Now, if it’s all right with you, Dawn…”

Jordan makes a face.  

“I’m wiped, so I’m going to bed.”  She walks past Jordan and up the stairs to her room.  

“Rachel!”

She turns around.  Jordan is standing at the bottom of the stairs, hugging her comic book against her chest with both hands.  

“On the show,” she says haltingly.  “They say a lot about how slaying’s a dangerous job.  About how most slayers don’t live to be twenty.”  There’s real fear in her eyes, as she looks up at her sister.  

Rachel grins, tossing her hair over her shoulder.  “Really, Jordan, you should learn not to believe everything you see on TV.  After all, it’s just a show.  No vampire’s gonna take me down.”  

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“You know, my sister thinks you’re William the Bloody.”

«Who’s that, a spokesman for Kotex?»

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She doesn’t get much input on the actual headstone; she’s too young for that.  She does, however, manage to put in a special request for the plaque on the statue they erect outside of Washington D.C., a proud grizzly bear rearing up to defend the Capitol.  

Rachel Daniella Berenson, the plaque reads.  She saved the world.  A lot.  

01yuta  asked:

hello!! would you mind writing an apartment neighbor au for yuta, taeil and sicheng? i'm really in love with your work by the way and thank you so much in advance! 💓💖

wah how sweet of you!! and sure, no problem!! (some1 asked for sicheng!!!!)
find mark + jaehyung (here) // taeyong + ten + haechan (here) 

Yuta

  • what is,,,,,cleaning? who made up that concept,,,,,
  • owns like 5000 chargers for different like tech stuff like his consoles, his phone, his microwave, his helicam he bought for no apparent reason except for the fact that it looked cool, probably owns that hoverboard from nct dream??? does he use it??? no???? but it has a charger and all those chargers are tangled right in the corner of his room and it’s a Mess
  • eats in his bed and then says he doesn’t but when sicheng is over with taeyong and jaehyun he feels a crumb under his butt as he’s sitting on yuta’s bed and he was like “what,,,,,,,,,,the heck”
  • owns a wii u and gets super competitive in wii sports resort like,,,,,he doesn’t take games lightly
  • other than that he’s pretty simple. doesn’t own a lot of stuff which becomes a problem because he has like one towel and that towel is in the laundry so he has to run naked from the bathroom to his bedroom
  • and like instead of money gifts he’s just like for the holidays can someone buy me some drapes. mine tore like 4 months ago
  • has soccer memorabilia in his living room but it’s not displayed neatly it’s just a mess of soccer balls he sticks into the shelves and team jerseys and some old photographs from japan
  • his mom sends him photos and he puts those up but that’s like the extent of his decorating 
  • walks around in sweatpants and nothing else and leaves the window open and the neighbors are just like YUTA every time and he’s like sO RRy (never changes his habit tho)
  • and speaking of which you know yuta and he’s really friendly always smiling and you even saw him once dancing to a SISTAR song that was playing in the grocery store you were both in
  • so you’re like you know he’s a cute, silly guy 
  • but what you don’t know is that he’s also LOL player summorname: winwinshyung WHO KEEPS COMING FOR YOU in GAMES
  • and it’s because your apartment building is right above a pcroom and you always go down there to blow of steam but everytime you queue into a game,,,,,,your like ok whatever different people on your team
  • but this one ,,,,,, player,,,,,,winwinshyung,,,,,,,,,will not freakign get off your back
  • and it’s happened like 3 weeks in a row and you just want to know WHO this dude is
  • and it’s by chance that you get up to go buy some snacks and as you’re walking past another booth you see that the person is playing league,,,,,and their summorname,,,,,, oh my god its him ITS WINWINSHYUNG
  • and you try to get a peak of his face but you can’t so you do the old ‘bump into his chair and apologize’ trick and when the person looks up you almost fall over because,,,,,,,,,,,,that’s,,,,,
  • that’s yuta
  • and you’re like WHAT and he’s like oh!! you live in my building and you’re still on the fact that he’s the a**hole from your game like you can’t believe it
  • and you’re like “winwinshyung,,,,,is you?” and he’s like YEAH are you on my team whats your-
  • and you’re like “no im on the opposite team and im going to c R U S H you” and he’s taken aback but you stomp off to your seat and crack your knuckles and you’re like LETS DO THIS
  • and the whole time you’re playing your like “do it so you won’t get embarrassed in front of him. he’s your neighbor. you gotta. do it. kill his TEAM,,,,,,curse him and his,,,,,really handsome face and good gaming skills”
  • but ofc,,,,,,,,,,,you lose and once you get up you’re shocked to see yuta standing there and he’s like smiling and you’re like he’s gonna rub it in
  • but he goes “you did really well!!! i was surprised you could hold me off for so long!!!” and you’re like what and he’s like “that was our team  strategy for me to keep you preoccupied. you were really strong though, we should game together!”
  • and you’re like.,,,why is he being all nice and you wanna be like “bye” but he’s like digging around in his pocket and he’s like “good neighbors should treat each other, want to go get chicken with me?”
  • and he smiles again and you can see how pretty his smile is, how pretty his eyes and skin are up close and you’re like dammit dammit damm i t
  • but you end up in the chicken place sitting with him in one of the outside tables eating together and yuta,,,,,is pretty funny like not only super handsome but with a great personality
  • even though he rubs some of the sauce off on his jeans which makes you laugh into your hand 
  • but it’s like enjoyable,,,,,and you talk about games but also he tells you he’s from japan and you’re like that’s so cool tell me more
  • and you end up only going back when it’s like 2 am and as you’re walking he like
  • steps around you so he’s walking closer to the street and you’re on the inside and it’s such a subtle,,,gentlemen-y thing to do but you find your heart skipping a beat
  • and once you get home he’s like “i hope we see each other soon!!” and you’re like “yeah!! thank you for the meal!!” but before you go inside you’re like “is it true,,,,i heard from some neighbors that you walk around shirtless with the windows open??? are you really like that?” and yuta bursts out laughing and he’s like “why, are you interested in the view?”
  • and you turn scarlet red and you’re like nO I JUST HEARD A RUMOR OK BYE NOW but it’s cute the next weekend you see yuta in the pcroom again and he’s like “hey, you’re gonna play?” and you’re like maybe a bit and he’s like cool tell me when you’re done so we can go on another chicken date
  • and you’re like yeah omg- wait did he just call it a chicken date (he did)

Taeil 

  • always has soft music playing in his apartment 
  • since he has the last name moon and people refer to that as his nickname he got a lot of moon shaped stuff during his housewarming,,,,which is pretty cute like he has a little lamp that is the shape of a crescent moon and some dining wear with a night sky theme and he’s embraced it,,,,he thinks it’s kinda adorable
  • wanted to keep plants but he settled for buying a fake mini-tree and putting it in his living room and covering it in little ornaments that double as photograph frames of pictures of his friends and stuff
  • yuta insisted that his picture be at the top and taeil was like,,,,,,,,,,,sure but when yuta came back for some reason it was haechan’s photo at the top Who Did This 
  • haechan voice: it was not me
  • doesn’t own a bed, lays out a futon when going to sleep and everyone is like that’s so traditonal of you and taeil is like no i do it because i could sleepwalk and end up falling off my bed, hitting my head, and dying
  • taeyong: why is that so specific
  • taeil with the same expression: because i have Fears taeyong lay off
  • likes warm shaggy carpets probably and like big blankets that he can roll himself up into and just sleep,,,,because he always goes to sleep way to damn late
  • the neighbors are always curious as to why his lights are on until like 3 am and it’s actually because he stays up listening to music and playing guitar 
  • makes guests wear slippers inside and all the slippers are different animals and there’s this cute secret side to taeil even though he’s really mature and awkward sometimes
  • and you’ve only really talked to taeil like twice,,,,,once while you two were getting mail and another time when he helped you fix your broken lightbulbs but other than that it’s a very smile-based friendship you guys have,,,
  • until you find yourself sick in bed, literally unable to move because your fever is dragging you into hell
  • and the friend you called like 5242 times isn’t picking up and you only have the strength left to get out of bed, ring taeil’s doorbell and beg him to go get you some meds from the pharmacy
  • and he does because taeil is a good person 
  • but he,,,,,,,,,has no idea how to take care of sick people. the motherly one in his friend group is not Him so he calls taeyong and explains the situation and taeyong is like get them meds, buy some soup from a local place, and then make them tea and taeil is like ok ok got it
  • but then he hangs up and he’s looking at all the medication and he’s like What,,,,,,,,,,,The,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Hell
  • and so taeil comes back to your place with like ten bags and you’re like why in the world he need so many
  • and he’s like “i got 20 different meds. 5 different kinds of soup. and some packets of herbal tea, in a variety of flavors im going to read them outloud and make some kind of motion for which one you want ok here we go: raspberry, green tea, lemongrass- ok lemongrass? ok ill go make it”
  • and for someone who doesn’t take care of others a lot,,,,like physically,,,,,taeil works really hard to make you feel better and it’s really sweet
  • even though you don’t hear him call taeyong like ten times just to make sure he’s helping and not accidentally making you worse
  • and taeyong at some point is like “is this your significant other that you’ve been hiding from us or something?” and taeil is like. well he’s like nothing he just hangs up
  • because ok yes maybe he’s trying so hard not only because you know,,,,neighborly love,,,,,but he also thinks you’re cute
  • even when you’re sweaty and sick and coughing and wearing some oversized shirt and your hair looks like a nest
  • he still think you’re cute and wants to get you all better
  • and when he realizes you can’t even hold the bowl of soup and he has to feed you,,,,,you see his cheeks flush red and you think it might be because the soup is hot
  • but taeil is just like bkfgdsw im,,,,,feeding my crush,,,,,ok keep cool moon taeil you’re a manly, cool dude,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,no just scream inside your head nonstop for the next couple of minutes
  • and with taeil’s care you’re back on your feet in like two days and you’re like “i don’t know how to thank you!!!” and taeil is like you don’t have to!
  • but you’re insistent and he’s like “it’s really ok, just if i get sick perhaps you’ll take care of me?”
  • and you agree, because of course you will but you also let it slip out that you wouldn’t mind just taking care of him everyday he’s so charming
  • and taeil is like what
  • and you’re like UM it’s the fever still speaking hahahahaha
  • but taeil is pretty sure you haven’t had a fever in the past few hours so he just smiles to himself hehe

Winwin

  • universally adored by the entire block. i would even dare say,,,,,the entire neighborhood,,,,,,,province???
  • has a shelf full of chinese movies and books and comics because he misses his home country so much that he’s gotten into the habit of collecting whatever he can find in his native language and his parents will always send a care package when they can 
  • is really proud of where he’s from so he ha chinese charms and items that his parents consider lucky hanging around his house
  • old photos of him in his costumes from dance are up in the living room and he even has some trophies too!!
  • seems like the type that wants a pet but doesn’t have the time so he has a pet fish that’s named after his home province zhejiang (which literally means zhe river which is a good name for,,,,well a fish)
  • keeps his place really colorful and pretty and won’t admit it but has an affinity for stuffed toys,,,,mark got him a little toy dragon once and winwin liked it so much he displayed it on a shelf in his bedroom he’s adorable like that
  • color coordinates his closet (he learned this from the one and only Taeyong)
  • owns a lot of card games,,,,seems like he’d be pretty good at them too because he’d always just have a cute angelic expression so no one would think twice about him having the upperhand but everytime they play they end up losing and doyoung is like winwin is magical and winwin is like “you all lost and owe me fifty dollars collectively” 
  • likes to buy fresh flowers because they smell good so he gets them for his kitchen hehe
  • you and winwin don’t talk much,,,,mostly because you’re always leaving your house in a hurry and he’s not much of a,,,,,open person with strangers a bit shy/???
  • but one day as you’re both taking the elevator up to your floor it suddenly shakes and you and winwin look at each other and then realize that,,,,,,you’re stuck
  • and you have no reception on your phones so you have press the emergency button and wait till someone responds to help you two and that could take literal Hours
  • so you and winwin slide against the walls and sit,,,,,,,,,,,in silence
  • and like 45 minutes goes by of you counting sheep and winwin looking down at his phone and you can’t take the boredom so you’re like “do you wanna play like,,,,,truth or dare or something?”
  • and winwin looks up at you and is like ??? and you’re like “sorry, im just really bad at being bored you can so no though-” but winwin seems intrigued so he kind of sits up a bit and is like “you go first”
  • and he picks truth so you’re like well is it true you’re from china? you know it’s the first question so you go easy on him
  • and he’s like yes truth or dare?
  • and you’re like ok dare and he’s like,,,,,,i dare you to do a handstand and you’re like in this elevator????? now????
  • and winwin is giving you an innocent smile and he’s like sure why not
  • and you’re like ok,,,um,,,,,trying to figure out how you’re going to do this without falling over and looking dumb
  • and winwin is like “let me show you!!” and he just, like water,,,,is able to get his hands on the floor and lift his body up and you’re like holy hell are you dancer??? 
  • and winwin after coming down is like “yes ^^ im happy you noticed!!” and you’re like,,,,,omg
  • but you try at first by walking your legs up the wall which like does not work and winwin is like let me help
  • and he reaches out to hold your ankles but you’re ticklish so you end up kind of kicking a bit and he’s like wOAH and you’re like s O RRy
  • and he’s like you know what let’s skip this dare instead um i dare you to take a really bad selfie and show me
  • and wow ok winwin is way more ,,,,,,, creative than you expect him to be
  • and your time stuck in the elevator is pretty fun until the lights suddenly go out and it’s pitch black inside and you,,,clam up in fear 
  • and winwin is like “are you ok?” because he feels your tense shoulder against his and you kind of lean in toward him and you’re like “im sorry, the dark scares me a bit,,,,”
  • and you can feel the warmth of his arm but you don’t want to be weird and like hide against him 
  • not until he pulls you toward him and your head gently falls against his chest and he’s like “im here. don’t worry”
  • and you’re shocked,,,,,,like he????? is full of so much mystery and charm
  • you thought he was the quiet neighbor too scared to talk with others,,,but he’s actually pretty funny and even,,,,,straight-forward??? it makes you kind of blush
  • also for a dancer he’s so strong,,,,anyway,,,,
  • you stay beside him and when the lights go back up and the elevator begins to move winwin looks down and you peek up at him
  • and you both turn red now that you can see each others faces and he lets you go and you get up to gather your things
  • and when the doors open you’re faced with the technician whose like “sorry i didn’t get here earlier, but hey - did you have fun together?”
  • and he winks and you and winwin are like redder than ever like WHAT NO ,,,,,,, and you both stumble out and go to your doors and the technician just shrugs
  • but you have to hold your bag to your chest once you’re inside because,,,,you still feel the warmth of winwin holding you and it ,,,,,it was nice
  • and winwin is also in his room remembering how nice your hair had smelled, you pressed against his arm,,,,,,,and he has to like shake his head and he’s like,,,,,,,,it’s,,,,what is this
  • he meets up with his friends and he explains that he felt a warmness from you and a warmness in his friends and jaehyun is like “winwin, i think you’re experiencing what we call a crush” and winwin is like i know what a crush is jaehyun,,,,,,,,,but ,,,,,,,,,,,maybe
  • haechan: good plan, get stuck in an elevator again
  • taeyong: no. that is a bad plan don’t do th-
Soulmate Hoshi

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

It’s pretty common to see people with a distracted distant look in their eyes every now and then. Everyone around them knows it’s a sign that their soulmate is currently listening to music, because whatever song their soulmate hears will always play in their own mind at the same volume. 

To you, the funniest thing is seeing the people who can’t help but dance a little- or even sing along- to those distant songs unheard by everyone else. You always find yourself smiling at the sight of them.

Besides, you’re no different. Just as often, you find yourself caught up in some song that you know must be playing across the ocean. You learned that your soulmate was Korean at a pretty young age. The music he listened to was either completely Korean or the occasional English song that he must have been exposed to in his daily life, and when you sang along casually as a child, the people around you worked out what language it was.

Ever since you had grown old enough to know, you started deliberately trying to pick up as much of the language as you could, hoping to be able to speak to your soulmate whenever you did meet him.

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Penguin Teen Interns Recommend!!!

Summer is almost over, and sadly, it is time to say goodbye to our Summer 2017 Penguin Teen interns. They have been hard at work reading manuscripts, posting online Penguin Teen content, creating eBooks, planning author tours, attending lots of fun meetings and of course, doing lots and lots of reading! Before they left, we asked them for a few of their MUST READS you don’t want to miss out on!    

An Ember in the Ashes series by Sabaa Tahir

Oona Ryle (Publicity Intern)
“An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir could not have been more aptly named –  it won’t burn you, but the story will draw you closer with the warmth she creates in the character relationships. I’m reading the sequel, A Torch Against the Night, right now, and somehow, it’s even better than the first book!”

Perfect Ten by L. Philips 

Dan Denning (Retail Marketing & Advertising Intern) 
“They say to never judge a book by its cover, but I fell in love with this book the instant I saw the cover… whoops. Still, the vibrancy, romanticism, and humor you see on that cover is exactly what is inside the book too! Sam’s journey to find his perfect boyfriend in a town where he is one of the only gay boys kept me 100 percent invested throughout all 352 pages. Read it for the captivating story, the adorable characters, the juicy romantic drama, and because you REALLY want to know which of Sam’s four crushes ends up being the final boy behind that unicorn mask on the cover.” 

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anonymous asked:

Cap!! I've been so busy with college assignments I'm always missing our family interactions. So I am 20 year old lesbian who never kissed anyone, and I really want to but I'm scared, bc what if I terrible at it! Could you maybe write Kara having a first kiss (or just anything to make me less anxious about it)? I love you and all my siblings <3

Supercorp College AU

Alex never seems to like it. 

Kissing boys.

Kara’s not sure if she’d like it. She likes James, but Lucy seems to like kissing him.

A lot.

And it makes her happy – to see them happy – but sometimes it makes her confused.

Because sometimes, she’s not sure if she wants to be kissing James, or Lucy. 

She hears Maggie – that forensics major Alex is spending so much time with these days – talking about it being okay to like people of different genders.

She figures that’s what she might be. Bi. Pan. Something like that.

Yeah, definitely something like that.

And she wonders, with the way Alex seems to melt and stammer and splutter around Maggie so, so, so often, what Alex thinks about all that.

She makes a note to ask her about it.

But for now?

For now, she’s just trying to find her own words, because suddenly, she feels a lot like her sister.

Because Lena Luthor actually showed up to tonight’s party, and Lena Luthor is actually talking to her.

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Urianna Thalassa Hook

Urianna Thalassa Hook - daughter of Uma and Harry Hook.

+ When Uma was pregnant, she distanced herself from Harry. They could be best friends, captain and first mate, but that was different. Raise a child in the Isle of the Lost wasn’t easy. A lot of babies died, and the ones who lived had to survive their abusive parents and the terrible conditions of the isle.

+ Uma tried to hide her pregnancy for a long time. From her mother, her crew and Harry. But someone knew that something was wrong.

+ Gil.

+ He wasn’t the smartest guy on the isle, but he knew that something was wrong with his captain. One day, when Harry was off with the rest of the crew and Gil was on a timeout again, he entered the chip shop and found Uma cleaning the tables. She looked at him and rolled her eyes.

“I already told you that you can’t come back yet.”

“Uma what’s wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I noticed that you’re avoiding Harry… And I know that I said the wrong thing again and that you’re mad at me and I’m sorry for it, but I wanna help you. You can trust me.” - he said firmly and noticed that her body shook - “Uma?”

“I can’t take it anymore Gil…” - her voice was weak and he knew she was about to cry, so he pulled her into a hug and he felt her burry her head on his neck.

“It’s your mother again? Did she hurt you?” - he asked and felt Uma shook her head.

“Promise you won’t judge me.”

“Of course I won’t.” - she breathes and says:

“I’m pregnant.”

+ Gil looked at her before hug her stronger. Uma liked how sensitive Gil was, and she definetly loved when he hugged her, she needed comfort.

“It’s Harry’s child?” - she nodded - “You need to tell him, Uma, he deserves to know. He’s going crazy cause you’re avoiding him, you’re the one who keeps him sane.”

“He won’t want the baby, Gil. We live in the middle of trash and danger, who would want to raise a child under these conditions?”

“Uma, look at me.” - he took her hands and looked deep in her eyes - “I know I’m not that smart, but I know that Harry loves you, everybody knows. He would die for you if he had to and I’m pretty sure he will stay by your side. And you won’t be able to hide this forever, he knows something is wrong.”

“But, what if he gets angry? What if he leaves us?” - she pointed to herself, pressing her hands in her belly.

“I’ll stil be right here, with both of you. And trust me, seeing how you care about the kids who need protection, I can tell you’re gonna be an amazing mother.”

+ Uma’s eyes tear up and she smiles, which makes Gil smile too. He finally said something right.

“You’re not in timeout anymore.” - he laughs and so does she - “And Gil…” - he looks at her - “Thank you.” - he kisses her forehead and leaves.

+ Later, when all the crew are sleeping, she tells Harry that they need to talk. He only nodds, his eyes look tired and his hair is a mess.

“I have to be straight with you. You’re probably gonna hate me, but I can’t hide anymore.” - Uma hates how vulnerable she sounds, but she’s with Harry, so she can sound vulnerable. 

“What is it love?” - he looks at her, only to found her looking at the floor.

“I’m pregnant.”

+ That changes everything. Harry loved Uma deeply. But he wasn’t expecting be a father. Uma sounds nervous, vulnerable, tired. He doesn’t know what to say, and he sees that Uma is ready to leave, but he stops her.

“Sorry, I’m just… I wasn’t expecting this.” 

“That makes two of us.” - she snorts - “I’m not ready to… Well, I don’t know. What do we know about raising a child anyways?! Our parents only hurt us. This isle is a prision, our lifes are nightmares and we’re gonna do an innocent person suffer just like they did to us, we just ruined someone’s life.”

“No. We won’t. I’m not my father, and you’re not your mother. You saved a lot of kids who were starving, sick or homeless. We’re gonna do this, and this child, our child, will have the best we can get here. We’ve been throught a lot together, we’re gonna do this, and we’re gonna do our best.” - Harry loved how a big smile appeared on Uma’s face making him smile too. He cupped her face and pulled her into a kiss, different from all the others that they shared before - “I love you, Uma.”

“Love you too.” - she whispered instantly.

+ The time passed and the baby was born. It was a girl, a little, healthy, beautiful and innocent girl. Uma couldn’t explain how she felt when she held her daughter for the first time and looked at her. She felt tears in her eyes, she smiled and stroked her face, gently. She was perfect. Uma felt something warm her heart as the baby touched her hand.

+ Harry was speechless. A little girl. He looked at Uma, seeing how happy she looked. He never saw a smile so bright on Uma’s face, and on his own. She looked like Uma. The skin, the eyes, and later, he would discover, the smile

+ They decided to call her Urianna. Her middle name, Thalassa, refered to the sea. And it seemed perfect for her.

+ Gil was in love with their Urianna since Uma appeared at the ship with her on her arms. She was so cute and small, and he almost cried when they asked him to be her godfather. He immediately said yes.

+ Uma is a very protective mother. You better don’t mess with Urianna cause you’re gonna regret it. With Harry is not better. If you mess with his little girl, Gil and him will come after you with the rest of the crew.

+ Uma and Harry started to be more happy, gentle and patient. Urianna changed them at the moment she looked at them with that innocent eyes.

+ Her first word was “mama”. Uma still throws that on Harry’s face. She’s still herself after all. Uma was so, so proud of her baby girl.

+ But her first steps were at his direction. He was so proud of her (and himself). 

+ One thing that surprises everyone is that Urianna never stops smiling. Her laugh is something that they could pass the day hearing without getting tired.

+ They hug and kiss her all the time, telling how much they love her. That they will never let anything hurt her and that they’ll always be together, no matter what. 

+ Once, when Urianna had a fever, Harry was visiting Harriet when Gil came and told him about it. He forgot to catch his hook, and didn’t remember untill she got better, after two days

+ She’s the most important thing for him now. Screw the hook.

+ Harry, Uma and Urianna sleep together in Uma’s bed at the ship.

+ Gil loves to paint Urianna’s face just like he does with his own. And she loves too. They both laugh a lot, while Harry and Uma roll their eyes. After all, they have two kids.

+ Urianna loves Gil - or, Uncle Gil. He carries her on his shoulders, and plays with her when Uma is working and Harry is not there.

+ Harriet visited them and she fell in love with her niece. Looks like her brother finally did something right.

+ Captain Hook and Ursula know about Urianna, but who said that Uma and Harry are ever going to take her to meet them. They could never see someone hurt her.

+ She’s been homeschooled. They don’t want nothing to ruin how happy, innocent and full of joy she is. Even that they live in a dirty isle, she’s not gonna be corrupted by the evil in there.

+ Uma taught Harry how to count (the basic) and helped Gil to read better, so she’s a good teacher.

+ But no only that. They already started giving her self-defense lessons (not with swords, of course), but she’s going to learn all that they know.

+ She taught Urianna how to swim too. Urianna loves the ocean, and, just like Uma, she breathes under the water.

+ One day, Mal, Evie, Ben, Jay and Carlos appear. They heard things about Urianna, but didn’t know it was Uma and Harry’s daughter, so, they ask her if they can talk to them.

+ Urianna is very confused, because: “Who are they, mommy?”

+ Gil keeps playing with her while they talk, and Ben invites her, Harry, Gil and Urianna to Auradon. He couldn’t help being really suprised when both Uma and Harry say “yes” at the same time without hesitate. 

+ Urianna would finally live in a better place, a safe place. She would go to a school where she would learn normal things, she would have toys, a better food, a better bed, a better life. They were giving the chance she deserved and Uma wouldn’t take that from her, even that she still has her issues with them.

+ BUT, she hadn’t forgot about all the other kids and the rest of the crew. She will fight for their rights as equal she did for Urianna’s.

+ Urianna’s face bright up when she sees Auradon for the first time and Harry hugs his girls (and so does Gil).

+ Fairy Godmother is, at first, impressed with how sweet the little girl was, and instantly falls in love with Urianna.

+ Just like everyone who meets her. Even Chad.

+ The rotten four were surprised to see how caring Harry and Uma are with their daughter.

+ When she starts school, she knows how to read and count perfectly

+ It’s impossible don’t love Urianna. But as Harry told Uma once: how was possible that some people hurt someone so innocent and joyful? That’s cruelty.

+ Uma, Harry, Gil and Urianna are one of the most caring families that you can meet. 

+ Every single thing that Harry and Uma do, they do thinking about her. She’s their lives.