all because of bugs

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Have you ever found yourself wanting a metric ton of DAI music? Have you ever thought to yourself, aw man, DAI’s soundtrack was 15 hours shorter than I wanted it to be? If that sounds like you, then this is a link for you.

I’ve ripped all the music from this game - that is, all the ambient snippets of music that you hear while running around in the world, and all the music that happens in cutscenes - and it turns out there’s 16 hours (1.6 gigs) of it.

(- here’s the download link -)

So if you’ve found yourself wishing you had the heaps of music that never made it to the official soundtrack, you can now roll around in hours of it. 

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As part of my ever expanding “Smol Oswalds and Smol Eds” collection, I ordered bits from a custom minifigs site and made Lego Nygmobblepot.

They have changeable expressions.

Set Up || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff


“It’s getting ridiculous Yoongi.” You said, dropping your bag onto the chair and walking over to the couch, plopping yourself down and resting your head against the back of the cushion. The two of you had just returned from spending the evening together walking around town doing nothing.

Of course Yoongi had been wearing a mask so as not to get recognized, and the two of you had just been walking around, occasionally stopping at stores to take a look around and browse. The night had slowly come to an end when you had gotten a phone call from one of the other members asking your what you were up to. You had to lie to Jungkook and tell him that you were out alone, looking for something for a friend.

The conversation between the two of you had started off nice and polite, as it usually did, but then it turned on to the topic of your boyfriend. Jungkook was talking about setting you up on a date with him again and you couldn’t help but feel the annoyance rise up inside you.

None of the other members knew about your relationship yet because of the fact that you had wanted to keep it a secret between the two of you before exposing it to everyone else. It was yours, and you didn’t feel the need to share it with anybody else.

“I know Y/N. I’m sorry that they keep bugging you like this.” Yoongi said, coming over and sitting on the couch with you. He pulled you close and you found yourself sliding into his lap like you normally would. When it was just the two of you, you couldn’t keep your hands of of each other, always wanting to be close to each other. But in front of others you two barely gave each other a second glance.

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that one post about the summer science camp and the kids covered in shaving cream eating the watermelon alien eggs in the middle of the night isnt even surprising.  Like all the comments on it are like “wtf is this” but those people have never been to a summer camp.  As someone who went to one from 8th to 12th grade, summer camps are surreal and just plain weird like

  • that one year where the entire group had an intense obsession with old bay seasoning.  old bay got put on everything. pasta. sandwiches. chips. pudding. a guy snorted it
  • same kid also drank dirty taco dishwater on a dare
  • flies on leashes
  • one of the guys had 4 pairs of decorative boxers.  he shared them with 3 other guys and they wore them over their shorts for at least 3 days.  they wore them in public.  theres a picture of them doing model poses in front of a waterfall wearing fluorescent decorative boxers over their shorts
  • a girl deadpan goes “i am the captain now” and then pushes our counselor out of the raft into the white water rapids.  he was cool with it
  • the 2 guys that shared a canoe and tipped their boat 7 times in 30 min
  • everyone imitates a velociraptor when you cross that specific field on the hike. no one questions it
  • the indestructable piece of firewood that became a minor deity
  • hearing coughing and screaming in the tents at 12 am because someone decided to kill all the bugs on the ceiling of their tent with a 10 second long spray of 40% deet aerosol bug repellent
  • someone put a frog in a kids shower.  he let it stay in there with him.  he kept it for the next 5 hours.  it sat by his bowl at dinner
  • pillow fight using entire couch cushions in a shabby 1800′s log cabin
  • on the last night at camp we go back to the main property where the hotel is. the hotel kitchen has a cookie jar.  we wanted cookies.  so logically, we dressed in all black, put black mesh kits over our heads, grabbed a bunch of pool noodles, and “snuck” up to the half mile to the hotel, dropping to the ground anytime a car passed vaguely in our direction.  we send a kid into the kitchen through a side door.  he is acting as a decoy to get the staff out of the kitchen.  he says he is a guest and cannot find the bathrooms (especially not the one in his guest room). he is still wearing the mock ninja attire.  the last 2 staff leave to show him where the bathroom is in his own room that he doesnt actually have.  everyone else in our group goes into the kitchen to get the cookies. the cookie jar is empty.  we end up taking a half eaten loaf of wonder bread instead.  we run back away from the hotel waving pool noodles in the air holding a loaf of wonder bread.  no one questioned any part of this entire event. 

basically dont underestimate the surrealist hive mind of a small group of people cut of from all social conventions for a week

Cookies

Prompt: Hi, not sure if all the spots have been filled, but if not I’d like to request something, please. Maybe Jason and a plus size reader and he is introducing her to his family because Alfred insists? If all the spots are full, I’m sorry for bugging you !


“Okay, what did the idiot do now?”

    You follow behind Jason, doing your best to keep up, while regretting your choice of shoes. What had started out as a wonderful anniversary dinner, had been rather abruptly ended when Jason had gotten an urgent SOS text.

    “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Todd.”

    You peek at the child from behind Jason, only to receive a scowl in return, “Who’s the girl?”

    Jason growls, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Sweetheart, this is my adoptive father’s demon spawn.” You give him a look and he clarifies, “Whose name is Damian.”

    You smile at the boy, “It’s nice to meet you, Damian.”

    He says nothing, and Jason starts in again before things get awkward, “What happened to Bruce? Alfred texted me saying the idiot had gotten hurt and you guys needed my help.”

    Damian’s eyes slide to you and Jason growls, “We’ve been dating for three years, she knows everything!”

    Damian’s eyes narrow, “And how do you know she can be trusted?”

    “Because I’m a good judge of character.”

    Damian stares at him for a moment, before saying “Please tell me you’re joking. Either way, I’ll take you to father.”

    You watch them go, slipping into the background before pulling out your phone. You return a few messages before someone clears their throat. You raise your head to meet the gaze of an older man who gives you a kind smile, “Miss Y/N, I presume. I am Alfred Pennyworth.”

    You smile and stand, before offering your hand, and saying “It’s so nice to meet you. Jason always has such amazing things to say about both you and your cooking.”

    He smiles, “Speaking of which, would you like some cookies? I just made a fresh batch.”

    You nod, before following him into the kitchen. You’re situated with three cookies and a glass of milk before the older man takes a seat across from you. “I’m terribly sorry to have interrupted your evening.”

    You swallow your bite of cookie before responding, “It’s no trouble. Family comes first.”

    “Still, three years is quite an accomplishment.”

    You smile, “Well Jason is amazing. He’s sweet, and thoughtful, and kind, and he’s a really good cook. You taught him well.”

    Alfred smiles, “Yes well, the text might have been a bit misleading. Master Bruce is perfectly fine, but Master Jason’s manners are not quite up to par. I have requested he bring you over several times and he kept finding excuses. If you live with a young lady, and have been dating her for three years, then you bring her home to meet your family.”

    Your smile falters a bit, but before you can do too much thinking, Jason bursts in, “I knew the old man had to learn that sneakiness from somewhere!”

    Alfred just smiles at Jason, holds up a plate, and asks, “Would you like a cookie?” Before he turns to you and says, “He used to always have to have a cookie before bed. I perfected my recipe within three months of him being here.”

    You burst out laughing and Jason groans. And you can’t help but think, this is a family you want to be a part of.

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In which our beloved monster ambassador fends off the attacks of the well-intentioned but misguided gym teacher.

I can’t seem to stop drawing them in stupid situations sorry X’D Also, I decided to give D-bag #3 a face–

BONUS:

BTW Frisk senpai’s popularity shot up even higher due to this incident–

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so i have started reading the grisha triogy by leigh bardugo after reading six of crows. for some reason i thought its Impossible for me to like it as much as i liked six of crows. that was a severe error of judgement of course because im halfway through book three and i have loved every single moment in the series.

i highly recommend for anyone who likes fantasy, romance and interesting world building.

i havent been able to stop reading GDI

now to talk about this the darkling becausE I HAVE TO ADDRESS THIS MATTER: I HAVE VERY STRONG AND VERY CONFLICTING FEELINGS ABOUT HIM and so does alina maybe

on one hand i despise him for literally all the things hes done on the other though i would still definitely kiss him at least once or twice or more and that is Terrible!!!!

alright ive said my piece haha

edit: i just read more of book three AND THE IMPLICATIONS MAKE MY FEELINGS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE AND EVEN MORE COMPLICATED FOR NUMEROUS REASONS

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There's a lipstick stain on your shirt. Jealous and fierce Betty all the way

I’m all for that Betty, nonnie! Hope you like this! <3

47.   “There’s a lipstick stain on your shirt.”

“Oh, the remorseful husband returns.” Betty murmured with venom, violently changing the channel on the flat screen across her that she was far from watching. She could hear the door of their apartment click closed and then the casual muffling sound of coat and shoes being taken off before his lazy footsteps brought him to the dimly lit living room she was being suffocated in and internally screaming for an hour now.

“Hey, babe.” His easy-going smile found his lips at the sight of his beautiful wife, lounging in a loose t-shirt of his and a pair of tight yoga pants, the baby monitor on the side table on her right emitting the sounds of their son peacefully dreaming. “You’re still up? I thought you’d have gone to bed by now.” He popped open the top buttons of his dark blue shirt and plopped next to her, going in for a kiss only for him to come across thin air, as she turned her face away.

“Alright, is this about me not taking out the trash this morning?” Jughead sighed, already aware of their ongoing argument about how easily forgetful he was of that particular household chore. “I know you keep telling me every time and every time I forget but please is this such a big reason for us to go to bed angry at each other?” he tried to negotiate seeing as she kept staring at the muted TV with no desire in talking to him anytime soon.

“Betts, come on.” He urged her to communicate with him, like they always did with each other, dropping a light kiss on the shoulder the loose hem of his t-shirt left bare, only for her to squirm away from his touch and him to frown. “Is that not it? Am I forgetting something else?” he tried to work his mind around any other possible thing he might have done wrong but he found himself at a dead-end, clueless seeking her feminine assistance.

“What you keep forgetting is that I’m your wife.” She finally spoke slowly and in barely a whisper, her anger and stubborn tears threatening to come to surface.

“What?” Jughead spat in total confusion, bouncing his head back to take a better look at her profile.

“Where have you been all day today, Jughead?” she turned to face him for the first time, eyes stone cold upon his oblivious and worried ones.

He cleared his throat. “I had a meeting with Beck that got dragged a little out of our usual time schedule; I texted you earlier to let you know.”  He informed her casually his plans with his manager that she was already aware of, a little more casually and aloof than necessary, and Betty scoffed with a shake of her head.

“You do know that you can’t lie to me, don’t you?” she curled her arms defensively over her chest, eyes turning dark green with fury.

“I clearly don’t have a clue what you’re implying right now.” He maneuvered himself out of the situation cleverly, dropping back on the couch to focus on the TV like she was doing minutes before.

“So then I’ll stop implying and straight up ask you.” She decided to cut in to the chase, her heart drumming violently against her ribcage. “Who is she, Jughead?” she threw in the million dollar question.

“Who is who?” he blurted in a heartbeat, eyebrows knitting in complete confusion right now.

“The whore that left this on your shirt.” Her voice raised an octave angrily, snatching one of his plaid shirts from the cushions behind her and showing him the hint of burgundy lipstick on the lapel before throwing it to his face with venom. “Care to explain to me why there’s a lipstick stain on your shirt?”

“Betty” he hesitated, examining the faint shade of color on one of his shirts with bewildered eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you don’t know?” she babbled in mockery, jumping up to her feet. “Let me enlighten you then. This whole week you come and go like you’re a visitor in this house!” she accused towering over his slouching posture on the couch. “You’re gone all day, you come home late, you shower… And then this!” she grabbed the shirt from his lap, waving it around like a red flag between them. “Do you think I’m blind? Or this stupid, not to understand that something is going on with you?” her voice gained a high-pitched tone of frustration, eyes narrowing challenging for an answer.

“You’re overreacting.” Was all that Jughead said, standing up from the couch to walk away.

“Oh, don’t you dare!” she scoffed while following quickly behind him, his large strides equivalent of multiple of her running steps. “Tell me who she is!” Betty demanded in a hushed yell. “Is she that slutty editor, Janet Marrow, or-or that fake blonde secretary, what’s her name, oh, Macy? Macy!” she laughed with no humor at all at the mention of the young assistant, Betty fuming and still following her calm husband down the hall and to their bedroom. “She is always rubbing up against you, don’t even try to deny it! Tell me her name, Jughead, or help me God!” some stubborn tears fell silently down her cheeks as she grabbed him by the material of his shirt over his shoulder, twisting it in her fist and succeeding in making him stop pacing and turn around to face her.

“There isn’t a name, there is no one, I can promise you this.” Jughead stated with all honesty, blue eyes pleading for her to believe him.

“Like you promised that I’m the only woman you’ll ever love?” she spat to his face. “What changed, huh? Is it because I became the mother of your child now? What, I lost my value as a woman?” she was whisper-shouting now, not to disturb the peaceful baby in the next room, but feeling her anger boiling at the apathetic attitude of her husband. “Because I’m still beating my ass every day to lose that damn pregnancy weight or because I lounge in this apartment all day in milk stained sweatpants and messy hair? Tell me a reason why you are not here anymore!” she whined heartbreakingly and Jughead dropped his head to the ground, nodding vigorously a couple of times, before doing an one-eighty and going to the very end of their walk in closet, bringing back a small box. He opened it up and handled her an opened small notepad that held the date of her birthday on top and then a list of plans under it.

“For this.” He sighed defeated, rubbing the back of his head before focusing back on her. “Polly and I are planning a surprise birthday party for you. We booked your favorite restaurant and all those days we were planning how to fly everyone to Boston without you knowing; her with Ethan and the twins, your mom, my dad, Veronica, Archie, Kevin and everyone else from Riverdale because you miss them all terribly and now with little bug we wouldn’t be able to fly there.” Her heart broke at the revelation, lips opening in surprise at the change of events, as she read his words on paper along with reservation dates and menu instructions. “And then I had to organize these.” he gave her a travel leaflet, again with a paper filled with plans and flight times and dates stashed inside it. “A week-long trip in Bali because you love warm, sunny places and we both, and especially you, deserve all the rest in the world after all those months with the baby.” New tears were now streaming down her face, Betty feeling awful at how unfair she had been towards him, when all he did was continuing to be an amazing partner for her.

“As for the stain, I assume that’s left by Jellybean when I went to pick her up from the airport two days ago, right after I stopped by the jewelry shop to confirm that my order was ready to be picked up in a week.” His eyes softened against her own now soft features, taking every plan-containing paper from her hands and dropping them to their master bed, before refocusing on her. “She came to help with the preparations and then to stay with little bug when we leave for our trip and you know how she sports those freaky dark lipsticks all the time, so I believe the smudged stain came from when she hugged me in full force upon running off the arrivals like a mad woman.” He laughed slightly at that, before turning serious again. “I can call Polly or Jellybean to confirm all of these right now, or if you think they would be lying on my behalf, you can call the restaurant yourself or I can drop by the travel agency tomorrow and see if I can get our tickets earlier, I don’t know…”He tried to list all the possible solutions for her to believe him with a sigh. “I just want you to know that—” Betty cut him off, fingers going to his chapped lips.

“You love me.” She whispered through her silent tears, green eyes turning up to look at him in remorse.

“Of course I do, you dork.” He smirked adorably down at her, enveloping her inside his arms.

“Even when I become a psychotic bitch still from all the bumped up hormones?” she pouted in all cuteness, hiccupping a little around the words.

“Then, even more so.” He told her truthfully bopping his nose against hers. “Even though we both know that’s not the hormones talking; you’re being a spitfire like always.” He reminded her with clever raised eyebrows, making her fake a groan in defeat.

“I was just scared that you were going to leave me.” She admitted in a small girly voice, letting her concerns flow out of her now burden-free chest.

“How can I possibly leave the source of my breathing?” Jughead stated beautifully in a heartbeat. “Seriously, Betts, after all those years, do you really think that I would ever cheat on you?” he pulled back a little to look at her, eyes turning a tad sad at the thought of her not trusting him or his genuine and intense feelings completely.

Betty shook her head to ease his mind. “I just… I mean I still look like a whale on steroids, I wouldn’t blame you for losing your interest.” She shrugged with a perpetual pout on her wet lips, buttoning and unbuttoning a button of his shirt, not daring to look him in the eye.

“What are you talking about? You look more breathtaking than ever, babe.” He rushed to validate her worth as a human being and as an amazing woman. “And I believe you know what you’re doing to me every time my eyes linger a little longer on that sinfully sexy body of yours.” His voice dropped an octave and became huskier, effectively sending shivers down her spine as he whispered next to her ear and dropped a simple kiss against her pulse point, though enough to make her heart hummer inside her chest. 

“However, you being jealous of me, is still quite entertaining to watch.” he teased her with a cocky smirk and earned a smack against his chest and a “watch it, mister” look under her eyelashes, both of them landing in a fit of giggles.

“I really don’t deserve you. And all those things you organized, Juggie, you shouldn’t have.” She ran her hands up his arms and rested them behind his neck, lifting herself on her tiptoes to rest her forehead against his in affection.

“Oh, of course I did.” He whispered, pecking her lips once. “Anything for the woman of my life.” He stated with so much love and devotion in his eyes that Betty swore he fell in love with him all over again in that moment. “Just please, try to act surprised on the actual day, okay? Polly and I had a bet on whether or not I’ll crack and spill everything to you and I really don’t wanna face the life-long mockery of your sister.” He admitted in all seriousness and Betty laughed, head thrown back in joy, before promising him that and many more inside the heated kisses that followed.

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anonymous asked:

Hi ! I'm currently questioning Islam because I was raised with a rather toxic view of the religion. Hijab is forced on us and we are raised to see other religions as disbelievers who will burn. The image of God I was raised with is contradictory and extremely scary. I am trying to reconcile with my faith, but the contradictions bug me and it all worsens my anxiety because I am told questioning means Allah will punish me for that as well

I’ve had a similar experience, and Islam only became appealing when I formatted everything I was taught, and started fresh. I decided to go in with my own perspective, all my personal beliefs, and see if Islam would accept me. And alhamdulillah, it did. 

The thing about the image of God is a tough one. I think a lot of us can relate to how the scary, angry version of God was always at the forefront of our childhood Islamic education. It is so odd how we as Muslims choose to highlight those very small instances of Allah SWT expressing His disdain and ignore the words that we start every surah with - Bismillahi Al-Rahman Ar-Raheem (In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful). Other than that, when you actually read the Quran, you realize all Allah SWT ever talks about is forgiveness. He talks about how much He loves forgiveness, and that no matter how much we sin, He’s always there. It is said that Allah SWT’s love for you surpasses that of your mother 70 times (this is a figure of speech in Arabic. it’s not actually quantifiable). Imagine mothers spend all their lives caring for their children. How they give up things for themselves to give to their children. How a mother is constantly worried about her child’s whereabouts and health and well-being. How your mother can’t sleep until you do. How she stays up all night when you’re sick. A mother wants nothing but the best for her child. Still, all that is nothing compared to how much Allah SWT loves you. Add to that the fact that not only does He want the best for you, but He actually knows what’s best for you. That should be a comforting thought. That an all-powerful being is constantly watching over you, guiding you, testing you, molding you into the best version of yourself. I’m not gonna be able to fully describe Allah SWT to you here, but I really really recommend you start reading the Quran (with translation and tafsir if you don’t understand Arabic). Also watch this video. Changed my life. 

But really it just comes down to you taking that leap to learn for yourself. It took me years to overcome the fear of approaching the Quran and Islam deeply, but once I did, I didn’t regret it once. Yes, it’s difficult. Yes, you will experience cognitive dissonance sometimes, but nothing compares to finally feeling like you have a personal connection with God. Good luck. 

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Bts reaction when their s/o parents don’t support her being and idol and treat her bad?

These are probably not that great haha but enjoy!!

[Gifs do not belong to me, all credit goes to rightful owners]


||Namjoon||

Originally posted by ksjknj

(Ignore his crown lol)

It would bother him if anything. It shouldn’t matter if you are an idol or if you were something else your parents should support you. He does understand where your parents are coming from but what matters is that your happy, healthy, and doing what you love and being absolutely great at it. He’s heard the way they speak to, the way they look down at you for being something that they didn’t want but he’s going to let you know that it’s going to be ok and that he’s for. “They hate me,” you mumbled hanging up the phone, but he still heard you. “They don’t hate you y/n,” “yes they do namjoon, did you not just hear what they said to me!” you threw your phone on the bed and you followed after landing on it with a puff. “Why can’t they just be proud of me.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears and namjoon was quick to come to your aid and hold you in his arms. “Don’t cry baby, it’s ok.” You shook your head and sniffled a bit. “It’s not ok, I’m not ok,” you cried. “I know but it will be, they’ll come around.” He wipes the tear that rolls down your cheek “what if they don’t?” “Then that’s their mistake and I’ll be here for your supporting you like I’ve always been.”

||Jin||

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Knowing that your parents don’t support you because of your choice being an idol would bug him, but when telling him that they treated you badly because of it would really upset him. How does one treat their own child that way and all because the choice you made? It would bug him that you act like you are ok with what they think of you. Jin knows you’re not, ands he’s going to show you that if they won’t support you he will and always had. “Y/n,” he holds your face gently in his hands wiping away the almost dry tear tracks from your cheeks. “What did I do wrong?” “Nothing, you did nothing wrong,” He smiles softly and kisses your head. “But jin,-” “but nothing y/ they need to see that this is what you wanted and that they should be proud of you.” You forced a soft smile that quickly faltered. “I’m here, even if they won’t be.” “What if they never support me?” Jin wouldn’t know what to tell you at first but would hold you close to comfort you more. “Then they’re not very good parents are they?” he half jokes. “Jin,” “I’m sorry I know but its kinda true.” You couldn’t argue with that really, but you didn’t like bad mouthing them, even if they treated you the way they did. “I don’t mean to be mean y/n but you don’t need them if they’re going to be like this towards you.” His head falls on yours and you could feel his arms around you tighten a bit. “You have everyone else to love and support you, you have me.”

||Yoongi||

Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi understands the feeling. Not having the support you needed, wanted, it really sucks. At this time you would say that your family wasn’t on good terms with, like he was before. Yoongi knows what that’s like to. Despite being treated badly and having your parents support, you tried hard for them. To be happy. To have them be proud. He’s been through it all and understands. He’s grateful for all that he has now, but seeing you struggle little by little because the lack of support from your parents would hurt him. Yoongi sees how hard you work, even for them and he’s going to let you know that they’re lucky to have such a talented child such as you. “I don’t understand yoongi,” a small sigh escaped your lips. ‘‘I know this isn’t what they wanted for me but-” you paused dragging your lower lip between your teeth. “Why can’t they just be there for me?” You let your head fall onto his shoulder and he soon has his arm around you. “Because they don’t understand y/n” You look up at yoongi, “Parents think they know what’s best for you, what makes you happy and a lot of the time they’re right I’ll admit that but there are times you have to prove them wrong.” He look up from his lap and at you with a slanted smile. “You got the talent and the passion for this, show them that even if they don’t come around you can do this without em’ because you us, you have me, and your fans.” You smile fondly at him and peck is lips, “Most importantly me,” he says making you giggle a bit. “Thank you yoongi.”

||Hoseok||

Originally posted by hobioppa

Baffled. He’d be absolutely baffled of the fact the you treated like that because of your dreams becoming and idol. Who does that? Are they crazy? Granted he didn’t have support either in the beginning but he was never treated like they didn’t care. They just needed to give it time. Not getting support is something he still doesn’t really understand but being treated badly? Hoseok wouldn’t eve be able to wrap his mind around that. He sees how much this would bug you yet you sometimes put on an act. If anything thing he’s gonna be you’re biggest supporter. He’s already claimed the spot for number one fan so why not. “Y/n I know it sucks but I’m here!” He has that cute grin on his face doing some  odd dance to make you smile. “You know that right?” “I do hobi,” his grin falters to a kinder smile. “Good, I’ll make sure you get the support that you deserve and love to, but not just from me, my family loves you to.” Hoseok sits by you and bring you in close to kiss your cheek. “They’re going to be proud of you I promise, just give it some time.”

||Jimin||

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Jimin would probably be a bit angered knowing that your parents treated you badly. He wouldn’t like the fact that they didn’t give you their support either. That’s something he’ll never understand. Aren’t parents supposed to encourage their young ones and step all over their dreams? What happened to “I love you no matter what?” Or “I believe in you,” stuff like that. Jimin would let it get to him a bit because he cares so much bout yo and would ramble on about how you deserve better. “Who needs them anyway?” he huffs. “Jimin that’s not nice I do.” “Ok I didn’t mean that but still, aren’t you upset about this?” You shrugged a bit “I am but they’re still my parents and I love them. Even if we don’t quite get along at the moment.” You could feel his eyes on you, you knew what he was thinking. “they still shouldn’t have done that to you,” he says quietly. “I know, but I think they’re just scared of what could happen to me, I know they still care.” “So you forgive them?” You shrugged again. You weren’t even sure if this is something to be forgiven or to just be left alone. “Oh well no matter, I’ll love and support you like never before.”

||Taehyung||

Originally posted by ladymaysworld

Taehyung would be surprised. How can anybody treat you so? Having knowledge of them not supporting you as well would make him sad. Parents are supposed to love you and cheer you on so why don’t they? He knows you care about them but whenever you bring them  up you have this sad look to your face. Taehyung doesn’t to see you upset at the thought of them so he would do anything to have you smile. “Babe, can you look at me please?” His deep voice calls sweetly to as his thumb caresses the top of your hand. “Don’t be so upset, I know it must not be a great feeling but they still love you,” You chew at the inside of your cheek looking down again. “I just want them to be proud,” you pulled yourself up and hugged him. “I know you do, but they still don’t change I’m still going to be your biggest supporter, ok?” you nodded and nuzzled you head in the cook of his neck. “I love you,” “I love you to.”

||Jungkook||

Originally posted by jungkookpresent

This boy here would be utterly lost when you told him about your parents. He’d probably have a hard time believing or understanding the way you’ve been treated. Until he experienced it that is. Let’s just say the video call wasn’t all smiles and laughs. Hearing the way they spoke so harshly at you would have him in shock. Why do you put up with this? How? “I hope you know what they said isn’t true,” Jungkook would sit by you and hold your hand in his. “They don’t mean anything, their words I mean.” You knew he was trying to cheer you up but you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. “But I’m just a disappointment to them.” Jungkook’s eyes widen from your word and tears and hold your face in his hands so you could look at him. “No, no, no you’re not y/n you are not a disappointment.” He tries to calm you but isn’t sure what else to do. “Then why?” “I don’t now,” he says. He really doesn’t, there should be no reason for you to be treated that way. “It’s ok, I’m here.”


Hope you liked it ☺
Much love~💖

You play with their hands when you’re bored (Topp Dogg)

B-Joo: -he would try to pull his hand away but you wouldn’t let him do that. You pulled his arm farther away from him- “this is my hand. I don’t care how bored you are”

Originally posted by plantvernon

Hojoon: -he would space out as you played with his hand. He didn’t mind it at all because it kept you entertained and the others bugged him- “what? Why did you do that?”

Originally posted by annlka

P-Goon: -he let you hold it for as long as you needed to. He liked keeping you happy- “do you just want to hold my hand or want to go do something”

Originally posted by nabiso

Yano: -he tempted you with food when you wouldn’t let go- “how about we play the pepero game. You can have the chocolate side”

Originally posted by nabiso

Nakta: -he would literally pry you from his hand. You would whine when he did that but he had his reasons- “I have to use the bathroom. I’ll give you my hand back when I get back”

Originally posted by jjeonghoshi

A-Tom: -he found it so cute how much you played with it. He loved how you would cuddle it close to you- “you’re so cute when you do this”

Originally posted by nabiso

Xero: -you would glare at him when he tried to pull away from you. He sighed as you continued to play with his hand- “do you want to do something? I would like to use my hand to do things”

Originally posted by annlka

Sangdo: -he found it odd when you would do it in public. He would be in the middle of talking with one of the boys and you took his hand and wouldn’t let it go- “come on babe. I need my hands to tell my story”

Originally posted by madtwn

Hansol: -you finished eating and instantly took his hand he wasn’t using to eat. He didn’t complain as you cuddled up to him- “you shouldn’t eat so fast. You wouldn’t be so bored”

Originally posted by jjeonghoshi

anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario where somehow Unknown hacked into a camera where he can see Mc in her apartment (like a laptop camera or anything like that) and he sees her naked? Like his whole reaction to that

I think I’m finally starting to feel a bit better from my sickness x.x

Btw this could totally be an unofficial prequel to the kidnapping MC fic!!  Seems fittingヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

–R.I.


Unknown Spying on Naked MC through Cameras

Click. Taptaptaptap. Click. Click.

“Ugh, I’m finally in,” he grumbled, stretching his arms over his head. That had been a torturously long 4 hours of hacking into Seven’s camera bugs. But it would all be worth it, because he would have access to his target’s exact location and actions without sneaking around your apartment.

He switched camera screens, going from one empty room to the next. In each, there was a trail of clothes on the floor. ‘What a messy person,’ he thought, raising an eyebrow. He had his chin propped up by his hand, eyes lazily scanning the live feed until he finally found you.

The bathroom door had opened, with you walking out naked. Saeran blinked once, twice, then pushed himself away from the computer, falling off his chair in the process.

He landed on his back with a loud thud! but he hardly let out a sound despite how painful his fall sounded. He let himself lay down on the floor for a while more before getting up, rubbing his now sore back as he righted the chair.

“God, you’re supposed to wear clothes after a shower,” he complained, glaring at you through the screen. Not that you could see him. He mutters under his breath, “Or else you’ll catch a cold…”

(Look Saeran, no need to show off your adorable tsundere when MC can’t see you, okay?)

Despite his obvious embarrassment—can you not see how he’s flushing RED all the way up to his ears—he finds that he can’t peel his eyes away from your figure.

Your skin was still tinted with pink, as you’d just gotten out of the shower, but he wondered what other shades of colour you would show if he spanked you. Wait, no, bad thoughts. He shouldn’t be thinking about doing something like that to YOU. You were just his target. You were only someone he was supposed to take to Paradise.

…Or maybe he should take you to paradise.

He wondered how it would feel like, if he ran his hands across your skin. Would it be as soft and smooth as it looked? What kind of expressions would you make? What sounds would you let out if his hands travelled somewhere… sinful?

Saeran’s eyes were dark, lustfully roaming over your body. ‘One day, I’ll make you mine,’ he thought.

haylijah psa;

saying it again because some of you really do have your head in the clouds. hayley loves hope more than she loves elijah. stop calling her selfish and that shes a bad mother, for looking out for the guy, when he’s in trouble. those are selfless acts. she loves him, yes, she’s found refuge in him, she’s allowed to love him too. but that’s her daughter. no one, not even elijah compares. even elijah knows this. this should go unsaid.

Love Affair Part 1

Summary: Your married to Danny (Luke Evans) for a few years now. You guys started out strong, but over time the marriage slowing starts to fall a part. One night you decided to take off and enjoy yourself at a local lounge. There, you meet a man name Negan (JDM). He gives you all the attention of been needing and over time, you two begin to become close. How would things play out for the two of you? How would Danny take it once he finds out? 

Requested By: @mikki-hear

Warning: Cussing

Love Affair Part 1

Chapter 1

For the past couple of hours, I’ve sitting in a beautiful elegant restaurant. I’m in my favorite black lace dress and matching wedges. My hair done, nails done, and make up perfect. I should be having the time of my life, but, I wasn’t. 

Because yet again, I find myself completely alone. Danny, my husband, once again forgot another anniversary. Just like he forgot holidays and birthdays, he just forgot them all. I tried calling, but I never got an answer back. I just got the check and headed on home.

When I got there, Danny wasn’t even home. Guess he was working late, again. I headed upstairs and got ready for bed, then went to sleep. I was only sleep for a couple of hours when I heard a noise from the hallway. I got up to check it out, it was Danny, drunk.

“There’s my girl.” Danny said, smiling as he stumbling into the bedroom. “How was your night?” 

“It was fine.” I said, crossing my arms as he kicked his shoes off. “Where have you been?”

“With the boys.” Danny said, falling back on the bed. “We were watching the game and had drinks. My team won by the way.”

“That’s good.” I said, as he turned on the TV. “Glad you had fun.”

“Everything okay babe?” Danny said, putting his hands behind his head and looking over at me. “You look upset.”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I said, nodding my head. “Actually… I’m not.”

“What’s wrong? Broke a nail or something?” Danny said smirking.

“You forgot again.” I said and he rise an eyebrow. “Our Anniversary. Our five year anniversary.” 

“Fuck.” Danny said, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. “Babe.” He looked over at me as he sat up. “I’m sorry. I had a long day at work and I just wanted to take my mind off of things. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’ll take you to dinner tomorrow night if you want. We can go to that sushi place that opened up.”

“It’s alright.” I said, shaking my head. God, I hate sushi, you should know that. “I think I’m going to go back to bed.” I crawl back to bed and laying on my side, looking away from him. “You should to, you got work in the morning.” 

“How about we don’t go to sleep and I…” Danny said, putting his arm around me as he start kissing my neck. “Can start making it up to you right now.”

“Please Danny.” I said, looking up at him as he looked down at me. “I’m not feeling well. I just want to sleep, please.”

He let out a sigh and nodded his head. I wrapped the blankets around me tight, trying not to cry. Danny always made promises that he’ll make it up to me, but he never does. He things sex is a cure all, when what would really cure it, is him just being there for me.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Danny said for me to be ready by seven so he could take me to dinner. I got ready and sat there on the couch, waiting for him. I kept looking at the clock, watching time go by. I let out a sigh, when I saw it was nine a clock.

 I did my usual routine when he didn’t show up. I went upstairs, got ready for bed and went to sleep, alone. And like his usual routine he comes in, making noise and smelling of beer. He would give me another excuse and another promise to make it up to me.

I really thought he was going to make it up to me the following week, my birthday. He had bought us tickets to the phantom of the opera, a play I’ve been dying to see. I got dress and waited for him to get home, so we could head out. 

Yet again, I was sitting there waiting and waiting. I shook my head when I saw he was already over an hour late. I started heading upstairs to get ready for bed. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing myself all doll up and going no where.

“You know what?” I said, talking to myself in the mirror. “It’s your birthday and you deserve to go out.” 

I headed downstairs and called a taxi. I decided to visit a lounge that had just opened a couple of months ago. It was nice, wasn’t too nosy at all. I took a seat at the bar and order a drink. I just sat there, string it around as I looked at the happy couples.

“I should have just stayed home.” I said, in a low voice.

“Why you fucken say that?” I looked over at a man sitting next to me as he looked over at me. “So, why do you fucken say that doll face?”

“No reason.” I said, looking back at my drink.

“So it fucken has nothing to do with the couples sucking each others faces?” He said. I looked over at him as he chugged his drink and slammed it down. “Cause that’s why I was fucken thinking I should have stayed home.”

“Yeah.” I said and he looked over back at me. “That’s why I said that.” I went back to my drink. “This sucks.”

“Fucken tell me about it.” He said, waving at the bartender to pour him another drink. “I”m Negan by the way.” He offer me his hand. “What’s your name doll?”

“(Y/N)” I said, shaking his hand.

“Well nice to fucken meet you doll.” Negan said, smiling as he kiss my hand. Then he saw my wedding ring. “My fucken bad.” He let go of my ring. “I didn’t know you were taken.”

“It’s okay.” I said, string my drink. 

“So why are you fucken here alone? Where is your husband at?” Negan said, drinking his whiskey.

“I don’t know.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “He’s probably at the spots bar with his friends. We were suppose to go to the opera today for my birthday but, he never showed up.” I took a drink. “He never shows up.”

“Wait.” Negan said as we both looked at each other. “It’s your fucken birthday and your husband isn’t with you?” I nodded my head. “Take it hes going to say “He forgot”?” Using his fingers to do quotes. “What a douche.”

“Yeah.” I said, taking another drink. “He always forgets. Like our anniversaries, valentine’s day, dinners I had plan. Pretty much everything.”

“You know what? We need to get you a fucken cake.” Negan said, grabbing a menu and flipping to the dessert page “Which one do you want doll? Pick one out and I’ll fucken pay for it. I’ll pay for your drinks too.”

“Oh no Negan.” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t want you to pay for me.”

“Too fucken bad.” Negan said smiling at me. “It’s your birthday after all. Now” He pointed at the cake slices. “Which one do you fucken want?”

“Alright.” I said smiling as I looked at the cakes. “How about this one?” I pointed at a cookies and cream cake. “We can share it.”

“That’ just happen to be my fucken favorite.” Negan said, smiling at me.

We sat there, drinking and eating together. We talked for hours, laughing like we didn’t have a care in the world. Laughing, god I haven’t done that in months. I almost forgot what it was like to laugh, what it was like to be, happy. 

Negan was so carefree and open, you could tell that by his cussing. It was over the top, but I liked it, it was, colorful. He told me about how him and his ex had broken up a couple of months ago, he was taking it a bit hard. He wanted to more and she wanted less, so he choice to walk away from it.

 He said he hadn’t been out the whole time til tonight and he was glad he did. I had to admit, I was glad we both decided to go out tonight. I needed this, I needed someone to talk to. Someone that made me feel like I was someone again and not a nobody.

It was almost midnight when we decided to head out. Negan called a taxi for us and made sure I got home. Lucky me, Danny still wasn’t home, but for once, I didn’t care. 

“So doll, this is were I fucken leave you.” Negan said, walking up to my door.

“Yeah.” I said, smiling. “Thank you Negan. I had fun tonight.”

“No fucken problem birthday girl.” Negan said, stepping closer to me. “Here’s a fucken birthday kiss for you.” He lean down and kiss my cheek. “Happy birthday (y/n).”

“Thank you Negan.” I said, blushing a bit. “So goodnight.”

“Yeah.” Negan said, looking down as he smile. He was blushing a bit too. “Goodnight doll face.” He looked up as he started walking backwards to the taxi. “So I’ll call you tomorrow and we can catch that fucken movie we were talking about. If that’s still alright with you doll?”

“Yeah that’s alright.” I said, smiling as I open my door. “But friends.”

“A course.” Negan said, smiling. “Just fucken friends.” He open the taxi door. “Goodnight doll.”

“Goodnight Negan.” I said, going inside and closing the door. I lean up against the door and let out a happy sigh. “I hope you do call tomorrow.”

And Negan did just that. Anytime we had plans, Negan always showed up. When he was running late, he always gave me the ends up about it. God, he was so much different than Danny was. 

We were hanging out almost every day, if we weren’t hanging out we were on the phone. We were going to the movies, lunches, over to his place to watch TV, and we event went shopping together.  

It was like that for weeks and I couldn’t be happier. Even with Danny forgetting our plans or coming home smelling like booze, it didn’t bug me. Hell, the man didn’t even notice when I came home after he did or didn’t come back home till the next day. 

But like I said, it didn’t bug me, it didn’t bug me one bit. All  because I had Negan, someone that was always there. I was happy and I was grateful for that, grateful for Negan. What else could make me more happier? My question was soon answer, when me and Negan went to a local diner one day. That day, everything change for us. But would it be for the better? 

Love Affair Part 2

Note: This was suppose to be a one shot but it’s going to be too long lol. So most likely a three part one at the most. (Gifs props to maker/some mine)

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