along with my apologies

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My Secret Romance - Episode 7 Spoilers

Tom Payne said his favorite scene he filmed was “having a sweaty Norman Reedus chase me around a field” and I think that’s beautiful.

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Round Two for Mock Elections has arrived. Congratulations to the victors! Keep an eye out for Round Three!

Happy Birthday, @mushroomminded!! (well, belated birthday, I guess-)

Here’s your lovely shark son, Matt!! I hope you like it, Em!

(long ramble in the tags)

When Yuri on Ice was airing I had a thumbnail on Yuuri seductively lying on the rink, then episode 10 aired and it turned into THIS.

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every westallen scene ever (27/?)

Secondary Check

A/N: A tradition in my family is that we all must become (basic) first aid certified. My younger brother is working on getting his, and I was reading through one of his books when I came across secondary checking. I know what it is, of course, as I am certified myself; but rereading the procedure made me think about how awful it would tickle if used gently. Solangelo is literally my joy in life, so I used them in this fic. It’s based… shortly after the Heroes of Olympus series, I guess?

(Also, I’m sorry I haven’t written anything in a while… please accept my apology along with this mediocre fic.)


“Please, Nico?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on-”

“I said no!”

Will huffed at his boyfriend, annoyed with his stubbornness. 

“Nico, I just want to practice secondary checking. Is that so wrong?” Will asked, crossing his arms. “No, but I don’t want to be your guinea pig!” Nico responded, crossing his arms as well. 

“You make it sound like I’m some evil scientist,” Will mumbled, rolling his eyes. 

“You could be! We just got together, I don’t know what you’re capable of yet,” Nico retorted in a sassy tone, and Will couldn’t help but smile. Nico was just so cute when he tried to act all stubborn and tough.

In consideration of recent events, Will had decided he wanted to completely perfect his first aid; he had been practicing on everyone, constantly asking other campers to be his next “victim”. Hey, is it a crime for a medic to make sure they know what they’re doing?

“Come on, just once? I want to really know what I’m doing. Son of the god of healing or not, I need to review stuff!”

With a sigh, Nico looked up at his boyfriend and rolled his dark eyes. “Fine, but just because you’re annoying me, and doing this will make you shut up. And only once!” He reminded as Will gave him a bright grin.

“Thanks!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

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// I ONLY ADDED JUMIN AND SAERAN AKDHISHD

this is pretty long though but I’m just feelin my boys here anon forgive me

{ Valentine’s day special }


Jumin:

- Valentine’s day was just another day for him; Work everyday, have a meeting, go to dinners, but coming home to his lovely Elizabeth the 3rd was always exciting. However recently, he’s found himself.. Less enthusiastic about his daily life. He still loves his cat but; part of him just feels empty coming home now. It was lonely. He was lonely. He did notice how much he looked forward to her phone calls. Her jokes in the chatroom. Her herself. It frightened him; reminding him of the emotions he felt with Rika. MC was very different from her though, he never wanted to compare the two. However this was the exact same situation, different but same concept and feelings. And he didn’t like it. MC is Jihyun’s… Not yours.. He had to painfully remind himself. Driver Kim thankfully pulled him away from his thoughts.

“ Any plans for Valentine’s day, Mr Han? ”
The older man glanced into the rear view mirror with a smile– Which Jumin returned alongside a curt shake of his head.

“ No.. Its just another day for me. I’ll spend it with my love Elizabeth the 3rd. ”

Driver Kim laughed softly, muttering a small ” Thats what I thought you’d say. ” before returning his attention back onto the road ahead.

Jumin glanced down at his phone, it was on vibrate; and he noticed her picture illuminating the screen. Instantly his heart sped up, having to clear his throat before answering.
He was greeted with her energetic,
“ Good evening Jumin! ”
To which he replied
“ To you as well, MC. I hope you’re having a good night so far. ”
He envisioned her smile which caused one of his own to appear on his lips, she hummed in approval before continuing.
“ Yes! I am. Jihyun fell asleep though, He was very tired.. Long day I suppose. ”
His smile was replaced with a scowl as he furrowed his brows; It was just like Jihyun to do something stupid like that. He never was a night owl; Leaving MC so lonely, what a shame.

“ Ah. So you called me for company? ”

“ Yeah.. I wasn’t sure if you were doing anything. I’m sorry if I interrupted. ”

His eyes scanned the lights of the cities as they passed by. He wished he was doing something– Something with her. He knows what restaurant she loves; Taking her there would make her happy. Or bringing her to his home, letting her play with his precious Elizabeth the 3rd. He knows how well they get along together.

“ No– Don’t apologize. I’m spending my evening with Elizabeth the 3rd and a bottle of wine. Nothing extraordinary. ”

He stated– Tugging on the cuffs of his suit to keep him occupied. He always felt odd talking to her without V being around. He wanted to say things that he wouldn’t normally say. Wanted to tell her things he would never tell anyone else. It made him uncomfortable. Not because of her– the emotions. He hated it.

“ Ooh. Sounds pretty extraordinary to me. A beauty on your lap and some chateau montrose at your side. How lovely. ”

He chuckled lowly at the fact she remembered his favorite wine, nodding his head before realizing she couldn’t see the action

“ Ha.. I suppose. I only wish you could join me instead.. ”

His voice trailed off as he noticed the penthouse coming closer and closer into view– straightening his posture and clearing his throat before continuing.

“ Ah. I’m nearly home. I’m afraid i’ll have to end this conversation here, MC. ”

He didn’t want to, but he knew if he stayed on the phone while he was comfortable at home the conversation could last for hours. That wasn’t fair to either of them, nor V.

“ Alright.. Thanks for talking with me Jumin, goodnight. Happy Valentine’s day.. ”

The click broke him of his frozen state, the car had already stopped and Driver Kim sat with a knowing look on his face and a sad smile. Jumin was quick to see him off, wishing him a goodnight before making his way to the penthouse.

Elizabeth the 3rd was there to greet him at the door as always. Her soft purrs caused him to smile bittersweetly.
“ My dear Elizabeth the 3rd, please explain Jihyun gets everything I want.. I want to be happy too.. ”
He sighed heavily as she replied with a meow– one he wasn’t able to decipher.
“ Sometimes I feel as if it isn’t fair. But I suppose this is the way it has to be. At least I’ll always have you..”
He smiled down at the kitty– rubbing gently under her chin as she closed her eyes in contentment.

Saeran:

- He woke up in a cold sweat, his breathing uneven and fragile. His fist clenching the cushions as panic rings through his mind, White patches blurring his vision. The feeling of being so trapped and helpless burned in his chest, He wanted to scream the pain felt so unbearable. Suddenly, a warm hand is placed on his shoulder. Initially causing him to flinch, but he could recognize that warmth anywhere. Instantly his body relaxes into the touch, his mind begins to clear as his eyes quickly turn back meet her soft ones. She gave him a concerned smile before pushing the stray hairs away from his face.

“ Did you have a nightmare, Saeran? ”
She asks, his head lowers before nodding in acknowledgment like a child would. For some reason, he always felt so comfortable talking with her after something like this. It was odd but natural. She comforted him so well. She brought him into an embrace– His head buried into her shoulder as he looses himself in her presence– Inhaling deeply. She smelt sweet, like cherry blossoms.

“ Saeyoung will be back soon.. He’s getting ice-cream; Your favorite kind too.”
He smiles softly, but in the same breath he didn’t want Saeyoung to come home. Not now. It was selfish, but he wanted her to himself. Saeyoung would take her away from him as soon as he got back.. They had dinner plans tonight– It was a “ special ” day today apparently. And he would be left all by himself once more.

“ Don’t go.. ”

He mumbled into the shoulder of her red dress, he had only caught a glimpse before she brought him into her arms. She looked beautiful, but not for him.. She did it for Saeyoung– He had to remind himself through clenched teeth.

“ Saeran– You’ll be fine here, I can call Yoosung to come over if you’d like.. ”

“ No. I want you to stay with me.. Don’t go.. ”

His grip tightens on her, she shifts to sit beside him on the red couch that matched her dress. He broke the embrace to look at her, she looked nice as always. She gave him a reassuring smile– running a palm up and down his arm in comfort. His ears were still ringing, and he was tired. Maybe that’s why he felt so needy today.

“ Hey– You’ll be fine Saeran. Trust me. But you know I have to go with– Oh, Saeyoung! ”
Who had just loudly entered the home interrupting her sentence, making him groan in aggravation as he moved away from her touch.

“ Woah babe.. You look beautiful! ”
His brother wolf whistled before dropping the bags on the kitchen counter– seemingly ignoring Saeran as he made his way to MC behind the couch. Leaning over and placing a kiss on her cheek, causing Saeran to tense.

“ Are you ready to head out? ”
She nodded before turning her attention back to himself; causing his heart to skip a beat. She rubbed his arm one last time before shuffling to get up, grabbing her bag as Seven dangled the car keys on his fingertips.

“ We’ll bring you back food Saeran– Don’t worry! ”
Saeyoung said through a smile, causing Saeran to scoff and sink deeper into the couch. She came over to him one last time- He tried to ignore her but his eyes couldn’t help but make their way up to meet hers. They were soft and gentle.

“ You’ll be okay Saeran. ”
She nodded towards him before making her way over to his brother; who wrapped an arm around her waist before making their way towards the door, shutting it behind them.
He got up with a huff, digging through the bags to find the ice cream that awaited him. Not even bothering to get a bowl– He laid back down on the couch and mindlessly ate away with a slight scowl playing on his lips.

’ Youll be okay.. ’ Pft. Yeah right. At least he had something sweet to keep him company tonight. Even though the cookies and cream was quickly dwindling away the more aggravated he got. He hated the fact she was with his brother. She was such a joy. Sometimes he wished things could be different. Okay– Most of the time he wished things could be different. But he’s Saeran Choi. He never gets what he wants, even if he’s good. It seems like the universe had it out for him. He just had to learn to accept it.

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In the end, it was Bittersweet - Part.5


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You just finished putting the food on the table as your doorbell rang. As you walked dawn the hallway, you started thinking about where Daniel could be and why he didn’t answer your messages or calls. But the thoughts were thrown away as Jungkook yelled though the door; ‘’open the door or I’ll break it down!! I’m starving y/n!’’

You chuckled as you opened the door. Seeing Jungkook on his tip toes, eager to get in, you thought you would tease him a little; ‘’Is that any way to talk to a queen?’’ You asked with a dissatisfied look on your face.

Jungkook rolled his eyes before he realised you wouldn’t bugde before he played along. He bowed deeply as he said ‘’My apologies your majesty. May I come into your lovely home and eat the food that was promised to me?’’ He looked up with a smirk, and you almost let out a laugh.

‘‘You may.’‘ You said as you moved out of the way. Only milliseconds after, Jungkook had managed to remove his shoes, jacket and place himself at the dining table.

‘‘Okay okay Usain Bolt… let’s eat then.”

After you had eaten, you both sat down in the couch.

“Wanna watch a movie? I don’t feel like going home just yet..” Jungkook looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Sure. What do you wanna watch?”

“I don’t know… Horror maybe?”

“Ahh.. again? You know how scared I get.” You laughed nervously.

“You can hide behind my back when the scary parts are on!” He laughed at you.

As the movie went on, you started thinking about Daniel once again, and why he hadn’t sent you a text about where he was or why he didn’t come.

“Jungkook?”

“Mhm”

“Why do you think Daniel ditched me today? And don’t give me a stupid answer… Be serious.”

Jungkook looked at you with understanding eyes. “I don’t know… Maybe he just forgot?”

“Maybe… I hope so… I hope nothing’s wrong..”

“I’m sure everything’s fine y/n.” He smiled at you as he placed a comforting hand around your sholder.

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hey i have a great idea, what if Miranda came back to haunt Silver?

because she would NOT have stood for what he did, and would follow him around the Maroon Island whispering vitriol and hate, comparing him to Peter Ashe

and Silver, who has been trying to enjoy his domesticity (even though Madi will barely say five words to him each day (he counts them) and they sleep in separate beds (in the same house, he counts that as a win) but share most meals)

and all these men keep looking at him to lead (he tried to give the captaincy over to Hands, who just stared at him for five minutes until Silver pretended he ever offered)

and now this woman, who he barely recognizes (but know immediately, intimately) screams to get his attention, recounts his sins

and Silver thinks, knows he is cursed. this is his punishment. he welcomes it, reminds himself that Madi is free, Flint is alive. repeats it to the tune of the blood drumming in his ears, against the wave of abuse from a woman he never knew.

free and alive. free and alive. free and alive

anonymous asked:

Hello I'm sorry for the random message but I was wondering what u thought of the fact that Todoroki said that his mom "quite easily forgave him" during the Hero Killer arc? I was very confused by it since to me, his mom should be the one to apologize. I know she had her circumstances and isn't 100% to blame but she poured BOILING hot water on his face. That's NOT okay no matter the context, ever. What did Todoroki have to apologize for? For not visiting sooner?? That is very understandable??

Took me a day to think this through and then another day to put my thought together and type this down XD. Sorry for the lateness.

To answer your question, Shouto was apologizing for his left side, and in a larger sense, apologizing for Endeavor.

Let’s head back to Shouto’s childhood for starter.

Shouto’s mom was beaten, once shown in the manga and who knows how many more times that happened throughout her time in Todoroki’s household.

And who beat her? 

Endeavor. Red haired blue eyed bastard that can take a hike to Antartica.

You don’t suffer from six or seven years (I refer to this meta by @sirin-bird for the estimation) of domestic abuse without remembering the features of your tormentor and learning to fear them.

Red hair and blue eyes.

Fast forward to the day she poured hot water onto Shouto’s face.

She was at the end of her ropes. She couldn’t see her own child without remembering her tormentor. 

And then little Shouto peeked through the door, with his left side, red hair blue eye, and the rope that had been tethering her to the shore just snapped.

Going to Sport Festival.

There is the left side again.

It’s not only just the connection to the man he hates the most, but it also signifies the reason why mom was taken away.

All because of his left side, the side that looks like Endeavor.

So, Shouto apologizes to his mother for his left side.

I suppose his apology is along the lines of ‘I apologize for my left side’ or something to the same effect. He is not apologizing for Endeavor, no, But look at it with too much scrunity, you can start to see that he is indirectly apologizing for Endeavor. 

Thank you so much for the ask  ( ̄▽+ ̄*)

No Strings Attached - Soldier: 76/Jack Morrison x Fem!Reader

A/N: Please take this along with my sincerest apologies because I think it’s horrible and I hate it.

Part 2

Words: 2,451
Warnings: attempted assault, sugar daddy, daddy kink (kinda??)

The bar you worked at was skeevy, but you needed the money. You were used to the people, mostly men, who came in after work for a quick drink or five. You had been called everything under the sun and touched in ways you’d rather not recall. Luckily, the bar had a decent bouncer and he always watched your back and no one dared to bother you when he walked over to see if there was a problem.

Friday and Saturday nights were always the busiest and seemed to bring out the worst in people. You lived for the time when it finally started to die down and you could clean up. There were always one or two men who would make their way in twenty minutes before closing and no matter how annoyed you were, you had to serve them.

“What can I get you?” you ask the man in front of you without really looking at him.

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If Cat was there instead...
  • Mxyzptlk: *appears*
  • Mxyzptlk: First let's set the mood.
  • Mxyzptlk: Candles. *Conjures candles*
  • Kara: Who are you?
  • Mxyzptlk: Then Music. *Conjures a band*
  • Kara: What the hell?
  • Mxyzptlk: Next, flowers. *Conjures flowers*
  • Mxyzptlk: And for the pièce de résistance, the ring. Kara, sweetest, it's like I said. I'm your one true love, your soulmate, your one true pairing as the kids say. My name is Mxyzptlk, and I love you Kara Zor-El.
  • Kara: I... uh...
  • Mxyzptlk: Tell me, will you marry me?
  • Kara: *gives a disbelieving laugh*
  • Mxyzptlk: *sings* I can show you the world-
  • Cat: Okay, Midichlorians, that's enough. This is not a Karaoke bar.
  • Mxyzptlk: Oh. Yes, the mentor. *strands* Forgive me, my lady. I-
  • Cat: You are wasting your time. Kara is mine, so you can just run along back to Camelot or Avalon, or the Shire, or where ever it is you came from.
  • Mxyzptlk: Madam, I am Mxyzptlk, a being from the fifth dimension.
  • Cat: Yes, yes, well, say hello to Buckaroo Banzai next time he passes through. Now shoo.
  • Mxyzptlk: I see. I've offended you. You have my most sincere apologies. I see that I should have secured your permission-
  • Cat: You are not listening. Kara is mine. She promised me her complete devotion, and I do not share what is mine. Now, go away.
  • Kara: Miss Grant, be-
  • Cat: Not now, Kara.
  • Mxyzptlk: She's given you her devotion as a student of course, but surely you can see that I'm here to seek her hand in marriage.
  • Cat: *rolling her eyes* I didn't say she was my student. I said she was mine.
  • Cat: *turns, and slips an arm around Kara's waist, pulling their bodies together, then lays a kiss on Kara's lips, bending forward and dipping Kara as if they're dancing while continuing to kiss her, drawing a long, deep moan of pleasure from Kara before standing them both up again.*
  • Kara: *whimpers*
  • Cat: See? Mine. Now, run along.
  • Mxyzptlk: I- see. My apologies. *vanishes*
  • Cat: *looks at Kara*
  • Cat: How do you get yourself into these situations.
WiP Wednesday

He slams the doors on whatever cheerful single entendre Christophe is about to say under the guise of being helpful, then leans back against them, eyes falling shut. For just a moment, Victor allows himself the luxury of feeling his own heart roar in his breast, of relearning the pathways his blood takes to pool and pound in his ears, of giving into the compulsion to clench his fists around the hilt of a broadsword, or a neck — all familiar on the field of battle. Enduring it all now without the bloodthirst is awful.

Exhaling shakily, he opens his eyes and finds he is not alone.

Lounging on Victor’s bed, sprawled out as though he were still the greedy brat from years ago demanding Victor read him another story before being kicked out in favor of sleep, Yuri gives him a black look over the edge of the parchment clutched like prey in his hands.

There’s no sense in delaying the inevitable, so Victor smiles and waves his hand; an invitation. “All right. Let’s hear it.”

Yuri clears his throat so loudly that it feels like an expletive, then begins grandly, “His royal highness, Viktor Maxim Ivan Vladimir Karl Alexander Sergei Nikolai Ilya H —” Yuri pauses, then barks a laugh. “‘Hermann’.”

“Hermann,” Victor confirms, sighing. There’s one in every family.

… Pyotr Gleb… is giving a ball.” Yuri sneers, teeth bared like a tiger. How anyone could believe him to be a spectre born of ice and swan’s feathers is a mystery lost to the ages. “’… All eligible lords and ladies are invited to attend…’ I hope you aren’t under the impression that I’m going to be present for this farce.”

“Will you not support your brother in his time of great need?”

Yuri gives an inelegant snort. “I’ll be too busy moving my things into your room. You won’t need it after the unwashed masses finish tearing you to shreds in hopes of claiming a piece of you. I think my bookcases will look splendid against the wall over there.”

“You really won’t go?”

“I’d rather be drawn and quartered.”

In the face of Yuri’s familiar mulishness, the urge to shout I am not a prize —ever since his mother turned upon him a chilly stare and announced he was to sign his life away to a stranger by the ball’s end or she would find a suitable spouse for him (”If you do not do this, my dear, your father might actually deny you the crown and live forever just to spite us both, and I refuse to give him the satisfaction.”)— ebbs like the tide, and Victor relaxes into a real smile. “That is too bad. I hear the good Hero of Kazakhstan means to attend.”

Yuri goes still and says, flat as sword and twice as sharp, “Prince Otabek is coming.”

“So I’ve been told.” Victor shrugs off his jacket with not a little relief. Despite the slide of summer into autumn, the sun shows no sign of relenting its heavy hold on the kingdom. “Last we spoke, he was all talk of you… insomuch as he talks, which isn’t very. You must have made an impression at the trade negotiations, but if your aim is to be elsewhere the night of this idiocy, I will send along my apologies so he does not make a needless trip —”

There’s a sudden flurry of movement as Yuri rolls off the bed and spills to the floor, and Victor can do little except step aside as his brother blasts by and kicks the doors open. 

“So… shall I expect to see you there?”

Yuri sniffs and tilts his chin up just a bit in a bid to look aloof. All it serves to do is catch the light on the red flush in his cheeks. “I suppose I can find it within me to witness our dear parents set you upon the auction block, if only so I can laugh myself sick when some country bumpkin covered in pig shit wins you.”

Victor grins. “Otabek will be pleased to see you.”

The flush deepens to scarlet. Yuri turns his face away, but not fast enough to hide the small smile there. “I hope they give you to an actual pig.”

Dangerous Woman Tour Full Review (Including Full Song-By-Song Breakdown and Videos)

Helloooooo here with my Dangerous Woman Tour Review. It’s ridiculously long so I made it a “Read More” post. Please reblog if you read, because I put a TON of effort into this and therefore would like to spread it to as many people as possible to make this worth it lol. This review includes my opinions on basically every aspect of the show, as well as a song-by-song breakdown and lots and lots of videos. Let me know if you have any questions, I can answer anything!

DISCLAIMER: my opinions literally don’t matter and you may hold different ones and that’s all good you do you

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