also he has to have black hair

On The Adventure Zone Graphic Novel, Blue Taako, and Representation

 Yesterday, we revealed some pages for our graphic novel adaptation of the first Adventure Zone arc, and received some criticism of the direction we went with for Taako’s coloring. This artwork reveal came some months after the first reveal of some of our characters, for which we also received criticism of our three leads, all of whom were white in these initial designs. Us and the graphic novel team realized that, yes, that is extremely bad, went back to the drawing board, and had several long discussions about how to best rectify this situation, resulting in the artwork revealed yesterday.

More or less all of the criticism we’ve received centers on Taako, whose skin is a pale blue color in these designs. What we’ve heard most is disappointment that Taako is not realized in these pages as a person of color — or, to be more specific, a Latinx or explicitly Mexican character. There was concern we had failed to follow through on an opportunity to get better representation for Latinx listeners, instead opting to take a safe route, and make Taako a fantasy color without any kind of real-world connection. Much of the criticism also focuses on how that color (or, to be more specific, green skin) has anti-semitic connotations.

This conversation was happening in certain corners of our fandom long before the graphic novel art reveal took place yesterday. We’ve heard criticism from some folks over our policy of not having canonical visual representations of any of our characters — a policy that has resulted in a genuinely humbling ocean of fan art, but also some instances of in-fighting between members of the community who take umbrage with one another’s disparate interpretations of these characters. Another criticism of that policy is that it inherently does not foster good representation, and in fact represents a noncommittal way of handling racial representation on this show.

Here’s the truth of the matter: I think all of this comes from this underlying friction between where The Adventure Zone and us, its creators, were when we started doing the podcast, and where we, the show, and you, the community, are at now. 

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Emos Of Color

Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy is biracial (his mom is black!). Here he is rocking his natural hair:

Ray Toro of My Chemical Romance is Latino (mixed Puerto Rican/Portuguese ancestry).

Travie McCoy (vocalist of Gym Class Heroes) is underrated af. He has collaborated with both Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy and Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco.

Gabe Saporta is the vocalist of Cobra Starship. Patrick Stump produced his band’s second album, and Pete Wentz has made cameos in at least two of their videos. He is Latino (Uruguayan-American) and also Jewish.

EMO IS NOT WHITE CULTURE!!!!! BLACK AND LATIN AMERICAN EMOS - YOU HAVE REPRESENTATION, AND YOU ARE VALID!!

(P. S. All my Asian emos out there - I didn’t forget about y’all. They’re not really emo bands but you like nu-metal? Check out Mike Shinoda, backup vocalist of Linkin Park. Like 90′s alternative? Check out James Iha, guitarist of The Smashing Pumpkins. Both are awesome Japanese-American rock stars. :3)

You Deserve Punishment (M)

Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au

Word Count: 6,350

A/N: Extreme vulgar language use. Name calling, and heavy dom/sub undertones. There is also a lot of yaoi (boyxboy) action. Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, etc…) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

Originally posted by bellahasjams

Never in a million years, would you have expected to walk into a full 500 student lecture, only to easily spot the two people you never wanted to see again. There was a big lump held in your throat, as you quickly ducked your head down to find an empty seat. Unfortunately for you, the only empty seat you found was exactly a row behind these certain individuals. Trying to sit down as quietly as possible, you mentally screamed, You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Since when did they come here?!? How could I not have known?!?

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OK Piper McLean fans, listen up

I’m Cherokee. I’m a Cherokee girl. I’m a major Piper fan because she’s a Cherokee woman like myself. There’s been some Discourse© about her hair. Sit down, buckle up, because you guys are about to some knowledge dropped on you. 

So the issue is about her hair; people keep drawing my girl with undercuts. I don’t think she would have one, and if she did there’s only one good reason. 

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How Kirishima May Be the Traitor (Traitor Theory)

I wrote a post a while back speculating Kirishima’s past. While doing so, I noticed that it’s possible for Kirishima to be the traitor. Some of this is rehashing what I said when I speculated Kirishima’s past. Although, everything I’ll talk about are reasons or support for why or how Kirishima may be the traitor.

I know this opinion is not going to be a popular one. Some people have dismissed the idea of Kirishima being the traitor, especially after Kirishima’s character development during the Internship Arc. However, after skimming through the manga and after reading the most recent chapters, I actually think Kirishima is the one who’s most likely to be the traitor. I’m not saying he is the traitor, but there are signs pointing to Kirishima possibly being the traitor.

Even if Kirishima is the traitor, he is still probably a good guy, and if he worked for the villains, he meant well. He has always had good values. The series has made that clear. Unfortunately, someone may have convinced him back when he was around middle school-aged that the villains are on the side of good and the heroes are harming society. I’ll explain more about it later as I show some evidence.

As I mentioned in a previous post, Kirishima really empathizes with a villain.

Kirishima feels like he understands what the villain is going through and is even willing to tell the villain his backstory AFTER that same villain shot his senpai and put Kirishima and other civilians in danger. A part of that has to do with Kirishima being a really nice guy and another part has to do with Kirishima understanding the need to become stronger. However, Kirishima’s empathy feels too strong for just that. I think he understands the villain because Kirishima was once part of the villains too.

First of all, Kirishima was different before entering U.A.

He makes an appearance in the chapter three according to Horikoshi.

Even though Kirishima is supposed to be in chapter three, if you go through chapter three, you won’t find anyone with Kirishima’s familiar spiky hair. Instead, you find a black-haired individual who has hair that looks like Kirishima’s hair when it’s down and a Quirk that’s very similar to Kirishima’s.

For some odd reason, it looks like Kirishima suddenly changes his appearance before entering U.A. This isn’t the only evidence of Kirishima being a different person from when he was in middle school. In middle school, he also bought the same keyholder as Tokoyami, hinting that in middle school, he had similar, darker interests to Tokoyami.

Kirishima may have changed from a darker appearance to the heroic persona we know now. It’s possible that if he was part of the villains before entering U.A., he had this dark appearance back in middle school and then changes himself to blend in with the U.A. hero students. He’d be less suspicious if he looks and acts more like a hero. It’d make being a spy for the villains easier. He may have based his appearance on Crimson Riot.

Kirishima also really makes strong attempts to befriend Bakugou even though Bakugou doesn’t have a heroic personality.

Kirishima wants to befriend Bakugou despite his more villainous personality, even back when other classmates don’t like Bakugou because of his mean personality. Kirishima is a friendly guy and likes Bakugou’s “manly” behavior, but Kirishima may also understand and relate to Bakugou’s personality. Kirishima may have been around villains and understands their personalities, so Kirishima understands Bakugou pretty well and even relates to him since he was a villain himself. Bakugou’s personality also may have made Bakugou a candidate to becoming a villain himself. Kirishima may have gotten close to Bakugou so that he can recruit Bakugou into the League of Villains. Kirishima may have recommended Bakugou to the villains, and this may be one of the reasons the villains captured Bakugou at training camp.

During the months Kirishima spends at U.A., he may start to realize heroes aren’t the bad guys and that he wants to be a hero himself. He even grows to care for his classmates. Even so, Kirishima would still be on the villains’ side until Bakugou gets captured.

When he hears the villains are after Bakugou, he’s devastated. His reaction to Bakugou’s capture is really important. Even though he may have wanted Bakugou to be part of the League of Villains, he may not have thought the villains would capture Bakugou by force. This would cause Kirishima to finally acknowledge the villains are not the good guys, and he feels immense guilt about Bakugou’s capture.

Kirishima feels so much guilt, that he wants to rescue Bakugou.

It’s kind of odd how Kirishima really blames himself for Bakugou getting capture even though he’s supposedly the least involved with the actual capture. He isn’t with Midoriya and Todoroki when Bakugou gets captured. This whole thing isn’t his responsibility, yet Kirishima feels REALLY guilty about Bakugou getting captured.

Kirishima may have told the villains the location of the training camp by using his cellphone as a tracking device.

He brings his cellphone to training camp. Once at camp, during the night time, he may have helped the villains raid the camp.

On the night the villains attack, he’s one of the few students not shown sleeping.

One of the boys’ beds is empty, hinting that a boy is out and possibly helping the villains.

Later, Kirishima is notably more tired than almost everyone if not more tired than everyone. (That may be because of the remedial lessons though.)

Keep in mind, Kirishima is one of the few students not shown to fighting villains during the training camp raid or getting hurt by them. He was trapped in the main lodge with the rest of the remedials.

It would have been difficult for him to help the villains because he can’t leave the lodge. In the panels above, he wants to leave to stop the villains from capturing Bakugou.

If Kirishima helps the villains invade the training camp, then it would probably be the last time Kirishima helps the villains. He may have officially turned on them when he decides to rescue Bakugou. He possibly even stole night vision goggles from the villains in order to do so.

Kirishima is evasive when it comes to the origin of those night vision goggles. They probably came from somewhere Kirishima isn’t proud of. He won’t even quickly tell Midoriya about where he got the night vision goggles from and seems pretty guilty after Bakugou gives him back money for it. Kirishima overall looks suspicious when it comes to the night vision goggles.

Now, who would have convinced a good guy like Kirishima to be part of the villains? It would be someone close to Kirishima. My guess is it’s a relative. It may possibly be the rock villain from the League of Villains. 

And that villain looks similar to Kirishima during Red Riot Unbreakable.

Mangacap by @hizashi

Who is this villain who Kirishima may be close to? My guess is it’s someone who’s two years older than Kirishima, an older brother possibly.

mangacap by @hizashi

Neijire says Togata got rough with someone and caused that person to quit being a hero. That person caused a lot of problems later. When Neijire says this, the manga shows Kirishima up close twice, hinting that the person who Togata got too rough with may be someone Kirishima knows. I’m guessing the kid who quit is a classmate or someone who’s around Togata’s age. That person may be the rock villain mentioned before. If that person became a villain because of Togata, then he possibly has a huge grudge against heroes and thinks they are harmful to society. If he’s close to Kirishima, he possibly helped turn Kirishima into a villain and encourage Kirishima to work with villains like him. If someone close to Kirishima was hurt by the heroes and tried convincing Kirishima to join the villains, Kirishima would be likely to join the villains to fight against the heroes who he thinks is harming society, especially if the person who was hurt by the heroes is his brother or some other close relative. Kirishima would have been in middle school if he joined the villains. That is such a young and impressionable age. He could have meant well and was trying to help make society a better place by joining the villains because those around him told him so. The villains possibly convinced him that the heroes were pushing the poor criminals down and holding society back. Kirishima, unlike Bakugou, is easy to inspire and vulnerable to misdirection. It would be easy for villains to convince him he’s doing the right thing. 

It’s actually sad to think about. I can imagine a sweet and innocent middle school-aged Kirishima working for the villains because he thinks the villains are helping people and the heroes are the bad guys. Later, after being at U.A. for while, he discovers the heroes are actually the good guys and he wants to be a hero. He would have then realized, as the traitor, he put his classmates in danger multiple times and caused Bakugou to get captured. The guilt he would feel from that would be soul crushing.  Bakugou feels guilty about All Might losing his powers. Think about Kirishima would feel after all that.  

This is my best attempt at making a traitor theory. It’s definitely possible that Kirishima isn’t the traitor. I don’t want him to be the traitor, but I don’t think it’s impossible like some people are making it seem. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do RFA reaction to an MC that's really into cosplaying? <3

Yoosung

  • you send him approximately one (1) picture of you in a revealing cosplay and he practically dies.
  • People see you like that???? People take pictures of you like that?????
  • omg is anyone ever WEIRD to you when you dress up???!?
  • HE’LL FIGHT THEM
  • Yoosung is both very intrigued about your hobby and simultaneously very worried about how other people treat you. Obviously, he comes with you to all conventions to make sure the weirdos can’t harass you, though he’s too embarrassed to dress up???
  • like he thinks it’ll be weird.
  • On his birthday, though, you reveal a surprise that you’ve been working on for awhile…
  • a full set of fitted armor from LOLOL.
  • You’ve made one for yourself too, and the two of you go out looking BADASS, as Yoosung gets everything he ever wanted and dreamed.
  • ~~he gets to be your cool knight in shining armor IRL!~~

Zen

  • ARE YOU KIDDING ME
  • THAT’S THE COOLEST
  • HE WANTS TO GO TO THE APARTMENT LITERALLY RIGHT NOW AND TRY ON CLOTHES WITH YOU.
  • Zen doesn’t have to be asked twice - he is immediately planning to couple-cosplay with you. It’s just another way to be an actor, after all! And he’s suggesting sickeningly cute couple-cosplay before the two of you are even a couple. like.
  • he is SO INTO THE IDEA
  • HE WANTS TO DRESS UP WITH PEOPLE
  • HE WANTS TO DO DISGUSTINGLY ADORABLE PHOTOSHOOTS WHERE HE’S POSING WITH YOU, AND NOTHING WILL STAND IN HIS WAY.
  • you both become incredibly popular and fashion stars of the cosplay scene, to the surprise of literally no one.

Jaehee

  • She doesn’t Get It, but she’s accepting of you grasping her in your cosplayer talons and making her try on a million and one different wigs and outfits.
  • You’re similarly sized, so she fits into most of your cosplay, and gosh DANG does she look SO GOOD IN IT ALL. You’d be jealous if you weren’t so pleased with having her to dress up, and Jaehee is patient (if somewhat embarrassed) as you fawn over her.
  • Actually, it’s probably fair to say she enjoys it, though she doesn’t know how to express that. She’s not used to people thinking she’s pretty, so having you go ga-ga over her is…
  • well.
  • it’s a nice change of pace. and very flattering.
  • She’s initially very resistant to going out in your costumes, but after some pleading, you get her to go to a convention with you and
  • it’s
  • it’s pretty wild.
  • Jaehee doesn’t entirely know how to deal with how Wild it is, not with having other people take her picture, but she’s with you, so that makes her feel a lot better.

Jumin

  • The first picture of you he sees features you with short, pastel blue hair and a form fitting bodysuit. He thinks this is weirdly attractive, but doesn’t know what to think about it, so he represses the emotion and goes on with his life.
  • The second picture of you he sees features you with sharply cut, long purple hair and a black, frilly dress. He thinks this is weirdly attractive, and he’s also baffled because - wait. This is the same person? What the fuck?
  • Moments later, you send a picture of yourself in red hair, then green hair, then galaxy-colored hair with stars woven in your braids, and he’s SO CONFUSED. Are you - are you dying your hair over and over? Are you - what’s going on?
  • you have to explain cosplay to jumin han, along with wigs, makeup, and costuming techniques, and while this man has never been more out of his depth, he is Intrigued, and so Researches the Topic.
  • this leads jumin han to watching anime with the same, studious intensity that he treats business meetings and partnership propositions.
  • he researches anime acronyms. he reads anime culture boards.
  • he finds out what the word waifu means, and he asks you if anyone ever calls you that. you die laughing.
  • Once you get together, he’s so fascinated by your hobby that he funnels fantastic amounts of money into it, just so long as he can watch you make the stuff and try it on. You consent because - why not? It’s cute to see him so interested.

Seven

  • If you think this boy is anything but entirely and completely stoked then you are dead wrong.
  • You’re sending each other pictures of yourselves in goofy outfits before day one is even done. Seven has an endless supply of adorable costumes, and you’ve got images of yourself in everything from cool-looking anime characters to badass mecha. Seven is notably impressed, and keeps trying to one up you, but one-upping you is impossible.
  • You do not accept defeat when it comes to your art.
  • Once you’re together, you OBVIOUSLY do couple cosplay. Like - there’s absolutely no way around it, and you are the best dressed people at the con.
  • Not only that, but you act like the character’s you’re cosplaying, down to the accents and the cadence of your speech. It’s ridiculous. You’re ridiculous.
  • You can’t go five feet without getting your picture taken when you’re cosplaying with him, and Seven eats the attention up. 
  • He just loves being admired. What a diva.

This is 2 months too late but Ima do it anyways. Ima review the wedding fashions at the Naruto & Hinata wedding. Let’s get into it. 


Kankuro and Gaara. 

The Sand brothers were not great but not terrible. 

Kankuro should have taken that thing off head to let his cute full head of brown hair breathe and flourish. As always, he came with his face BEAT! I respect it. These white gloves are interesting but Ima let him cook.

Konohamaru looks ADORABLE! He looks so sharp! 

This pink dress is cute on Moegi. 

Udon also looks sharp. 

Now, Ebisu goofy, cheap ass is another story. Take that thing off your got damn head. I know he balding. Has to be. This jacket silhouette and color palette is all wrong. Green trimming, red pocket square, navy blue, & black??? I wouldn’t have let him into the venue if I was working the door. 

Now. *deep sigh* Kiba, sis. This attire is not for an iconic, historical wedding. This dog chain. I am not one to discriminate against a fur trim but you should have just came through with a floor length white mink. Go hard or go home. 

Shino. SHINO. I am uncomfortable just looking at him. He looks like he about to shoot up everybody. I’d be by the exit just in case, tbh.

Kurenai is giving me a strong look. Powerful mother figure two piece. She will definitely cuss out anybody who is off the shits on sake. 

Choji. Adorable. These suspenders are surprisingly very him.

BIIIITCCCHHHH! TENTEN LOOKS GOODT!!! GIVING LEG!!! AND SOME THIGH! FOR WHO?! FOR EVERYBODY!!! A snack!!! I know people tried their luck & tried to scoop her up and she casually flashed a pastel pink kunai from her titty. The print on her dress is so cute. Omg. These gold cuff bracelets giving me Wonder Woman teas. She did what? That. 

Gai and Rock Lee. They look nice. I personally would rather die than to match with anybody else but that’s very them and very on brand. 

Shikamaru and Temari. 

Shikamaru looks EXCEPTIONAL! GQ ready tbh! I was pleasantly surprised. Suit tailored DOWN!!! Who the fuck put him on to a turtleneck??? Nara clan repped to the fullest! And of course, as always, his ponytail was snatched to the heavens. 

Temari. Now, girl. I love you down but this is very basic. Not attrocious but I expected more. That white collared shirt screams 9 to 5 realness. 

Sai and Ino.

BEST DRESSED COUPLE!!! 

Sai stayed true to his usual color palette but peep the pocket square, it matches all of Ino’s accessories, the bracelets and hair tie. Thoughtful. Cute as shit.

Ino’s fit is not show stopping but she looks very, very cute and that high waisted skirt looks goodt on her. Love the necklace. Bang always perched. 

Sakura. I love you girl but this dress didn’t do it for me. This is very similar to Moegi’s dress but you grown. This is a dress you wear to church. You could have gave us some shoulder. 

Iruka and Kakashi.

Iruka, work. The drunk older single aunties were getting real spicy with him. Tryna become Naruto’s honorary mama by the end of the night. 

Kakashi cleans up nice. I wish he would have snatched that mask off and fucked us ALL UP. Also had all the girls (and dudes) following him around. Kakashi is anti-social but he the Hokage so he scattered shadow clones around the reception so he wouldn’t be rude. 

I know Yamato wasn’t seen on the last episode but I don’t give a fuck!!! I won’t accept him babysitting Orochimaru. Anyways….Yamato didn’t disappoint. Go off.

Hiashi and Hanabi.

Hiashi could have came harder as he was the bride’s father. This is a very bleak look. 

Hanabi looks so pretty. 

okay, but consider:

a few months after he starts “sizzle it up,” taako takes his show to a smallish mountain town. he’s wandering around the village after the show, seeing the sights, and it gets pretty frigid at night this high up the mountain, so he sticks his hands in his pockets for warmth - and he finds something there. 

It’s a folded up piece of parchment that he definitely doesn’t remember putting in this pocket (when was the last time he wore this nice scarlet jacket anyways? it was sometime before… before what? what was he even thinking about just now? and why does his head feel all fuzzy? the mountain air must be getting to him). 

his curiosity gets the better of him and he opens the parchment up. the crease lines are deep, with little tears on the edges, like the note has been folded up and opened again many, many times. it’s also wrinkled in small, round patches in several places, as if several droplets of something have fallen onto it. the contents of the note is innocuous enough, just two little words, Back soon, written neatly in black ink. but for some reason, as soon as he sees those words, taako’s heart swells up.

it’s a strange feeling, the same inexplicable wave of emotion he feels sometimes when he catches his own reflection in certain lights, or when he wears his hair a certain way. the same wave he’ll feel someday, years from now, as he watches his staff scorch three letters into a wall somewhere, or when he hears an achingly familiar voice in his head telling him to love barry, trust barry. 

but for now, in this moment, he feels that wave of emotion for this note, these words, this handwriting. there’s something… something important about this handwriting. it’s so important, if he could only focus, if he could only think… and then, as quickly as they came, those overwhelming feelings of love and loss are replaced with static and confusion. 

why was he just poring over this weird random note? why does he even have this old piece of scrap paper in his pocket anyway? he shrugs to himself, crumples it up, and tosses it over his shoulder where it bounces off the lip of a trash can and comes to rest on the sidewalk beside it as taako continues on his way.

Cabin// pt.1

genre: smut (in later parts its full on smut, but in this part it’s just kind of like teasing and watching), fluff, friend!au (kind of?), Masturbastion baekhyun.

warning: graphic smut,masturbation,  PLEASE USE CONDOMS IN REAL LIFE THIS IS JUST A FANFIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX

length: idk man, pretty long.

Authors note: Hey so like, I’ve been thinking about this for the past two weeks and I just needed to write it out so… enjoy!

pt: 1

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You looked at him through your window. He was sitting on his bed that was up against his window scrolling through something on his computer. He was your next door neighbor and his room was parallel to yours, so even if you didn’t want to see him, you still could. His name is Baekhyun, and he’s a fucking pain in your ass.

You and Baekhyun met when you were in the 7th grade. His family moved into the house right next to yours and you both were the same age so your parents found it fit to introduce you too. Immediately you realized he didn’t like you, he would tease you or just flat out ignore you for no reason and continued his actions throughout the years of school. Even though he was mean to you, you couldn’t retaliate, it just wasn’t in you. There was something about him, the difference between the Baekhyun you know and the boy you watch through your window.

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Chemistry was probably your least favorite class, for reasons 1. you sat next to Baekhyun and felt like you were always on egg shells, and 2. you just weren’t as interested in Chemistry as the rest of your classes.

“Hey, can you keep for fucking window shut you kept me up all night with your music.” you turned your head to see Baekhyun sitting in his desk right next to yours. “Sorry I was up writing an essay, I didn’t know you could hear it.” You said while looking down at your notes trying to frantically write them down as the teacher was going about lightning speed. “Just close your window tonight so I can actually get some fucking sleep.” he spat back to you while packing up to go our next period.

As you were walking out the door to try to make it to your locker he bluntly stood infront of you blocking your path. “We have the trip up to the cabin in two days.” he said while staring down at you. “Yeah I know.” you said, looking down at the floor to try to avoid eye contact. “This year since my brother and his girlfriend are coming, we have to share a room.” You quickly look up at his words “Don’t look so surprised, just bring your own blanket, I’m not sharing mine with you.” with that he turned on his heel and walked in the other direction.

Your families got really close after they moved in next door, even sharing holidays like Christmas and thanksgiving with each other. Every year around the middle of Autumn our families take a trip up to Baekhyun’s family’s cabin in the mountains. You and Baekhyun never had to share a room because you always slept in a room with your sister and he with his brother, but since both our siblings left for college last summer your sister wouldn’t be attending this year. So now, you’re stuck sharing the same room and the same bed with Baekhyun.

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“It gets more and more beautiful every year.” You hear your mom say behind you as you enter the cabin. It is beautiful. The cabin is built with dark stained wood and is flourished with many large windows giving sight to the lake and many trees surrounding it. Its spacious, with 3 decent size bedrooms and a master bedroom in the loft where Baekhyun’s parents sleep.

You make your way to you and Baekhyun’s shared bedroom, setting your things on the bed. “Please try to keep your shit clean.” you hear a voice pipe up from behind you, making you jump. You turn to see Baekhyun in the doorway, his stuff in hand. You take a good look at him.

Mean to you or not, Baekhyun is undeniably beautiful. He has dark brown hair that is messy, but in the best way possible. His eyes are hooded and so dark they’re almost black. He has pink lips that are thin but also somehow plump at the same time. His skin is always a light tan during this time of year making him look like a god that stands before you. He moves from the door frame to his side of the bed, walking with such grace, it takes you everything you have to stop staring at him before he notices. You see him look up at you from the corner of your eye while unpacking. “Did you bring your own blanket?” he says to you and you nod. “Good.” and with that he leaves the room.

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It’s your second night. Last night thing went… how you expected it to. Baekhyun slept as close to the edge as he possibly could and took deep dramatic deep sighs everytime you even attempted to move to get comfortable. Nonetheless sleep wasn’t a thing you really did last night.

You spent most of today reading and on your computer, catching up on the latest shows Netflix had to offer.

“Okay you two, we’ll be back tomorrow morning. Behave yourselves.” Baekhyun’s mom said with her overnight bag in hand. Our parents, and now Baekhyun’s brother being old enough, always go to the ski lodge just about a 30 miles away from the cabin for one night and day during the trip to “have some adult relaxing time”, meaning to freely drink away and eat mediocre sea food for a whole night and day. “Y/n, the keys to the car are on the hook. Don’t go anywhere unless it’s an emergency, understand?” Your Dad told you, putting extra emphasis on anywhere. “Got it. We’ll see you tomorrow night.” You said standing from your seat to give everyone a quick hug goodbye. And they left. Leaving you alone for a whole night, and a whole day with Baekhyun. What are you going to do for that whole time?

You decided since it was late anyway, that going to sleep would be your best option on trying to get through the night. As you entered the room you saw that Baekhyun had the same idea. So you just crawled into bed, willingly letting sleep wash over you.

You woke up about 45 minutes later by your blanket being pulled. You turn over to see Baekhyun as the culprit. “What are you doing?” You ask in a half whisper. Baekhyun responded by scooting closer to you, kind of taking you by surprise. “It’s freezing I can barely feel my toes.” his teeth were chattering as he spoke. As you woke up more you realized you were also freezing. “Okay.” was all you said and you scooted an inch closer to him. You gasped when he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his chest. “Sorry, it’s fucking freezing.” he said again. He evenly spread both blankets over the two of you and made sure to wrap his legs around yours. You were frozen, you didn’t know what to do except for to lay there. Minutes passed, and when you saw that he had  finally fallen asleep you relaxed a bit. He was wearing a black t-shirt and some grey sweats, and somehow managed to still look good. His hair was tossed and lips parted as he slept. He had both hands wrapped around your waist joining together at your back while your hands were placed on his chest. He smelled of a husky lavender and his chest felt so prominent under your touch, you laid there feeling how his chest rose and fell. You had never even given him a hug let alone been this close to him before. “You can stop staring at me now and go to sleep.” You heard him saying in a deep sleeping voice. You tensed. How the hell did he know you were staring at him? You didn’t know what to say, “Goodnight.” was all you could manage to get out before trying your best to let sleep take over you once again.

                                                           ___

You woke up to Baekhyun basically suffocating you. His legs locked around yours and his arms constricted around your shoulders and waist. You tried to move but he only shifted a little and squeezed you tighter. “Baekhyun. Baekhyun.” you whispered while tapping his chest a few times. He took a deep breath, finally waking up. “Baekhyun, you’re suffocating me”, he opened his eyes fully and looked down at you. He must’ve found it amusing because he loosened his grip and then let go with a little giggle, “sorry. you’re comfortable.” he spoke in a raspy morning voice, still smiling. Finally able to breath you giggled along, “don’t know if I can say the same about you.” He laughed as he stretched his limbs. “What do you want for breakfast?” You asked turning to him.’Holy shit’. Was honestly all you could think as he sat up. The morning light hit him perfectly; his tan skin glowing and arms flexing as he stretched a second time. All you could do was hold your breath and force yourself to rip your eyes away from him. “There’s pancake mix in the pantry, do you want me to make them?” he said as he turned to you with a light smile. It finally occurred to you that he was being nice for once, actually the first time you’ve ever seen him be nice to you. You nod and he gets up, heading to the kitchen. Everything just seemed… brighter.

You take a quick shower before joining Baekhyun in the kitchen. When you entered he was sitting at the small circle table in front of the large window displaying the beautiful redwood trees eating a stack of pancakes. When he looked up at you his eyes traveled up and down your figure, you were wearing a light grey tank top with a pair of pajama pants sitting at your hips. As you saw his actions you felt your face heat up and immediately regretted your choice of clothes. There was another plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice sitting in front of the seat across from him, assuming they’re for you, you walk over and sit down in the small wooden dining chair. “Okay wait. Everyone that has ever ate my pancakes says they’re the best damn pancakes on the planet. So you have to tell me what you think, okay?” His eyes were piercing you with pure anticipation as you took a bite. And then another. And then another. “So?” He looked so nervous for your answer, it was actually quite adorable.  You sighed, “I didn’t want to admit it… but these are the best damn pancakes on the planet.” to say he was smiling ear to ear at your words was an understatement. You took another bite, they really were the best pancakes you had ever eaten. “What do you want to do today?” his words shocked you; sure he had been nice all morning, but you really didn’t expect for it to last throughout the day. “Uhmm, I don’t know. We could go swimming?” You said, taking a swig of orange juice. “Yeah, let me go take a shower. I’ll be like 10 minutes.” he stood from the table bringing his dishes to the sink “don’t worry about that, go shower.” you exclaimed while in mid bite. He gave you a small thanks before heading to the bathroom.

As you were finishing washing the dishes, you couldn’t help but think about how everything felt so flipped. Baekhyun was never nice to you, in fact he had never been nice to you once since the day you met him. Why today? You kept thinking about it as you made your way back to the bedroom. Suddenly the bathroom door in the hall just right to you opens, a wet Baekhyun stands in the frame of the door. His hair was wet and hanging over his right eye and you really couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over the rest of his figure. His towel hung loosely from his hips, he had a six pack like none other. His body was made of pure lean muscle with water droplets traveling down it. When you looked back up to meet his gaze, his lips were curled into a smirk. You hurriedly walked, or practically ran, back to your room. Oh god. OH GOD. The last time you saw Baekhyun shirtless was your last trip to the cabin and he did not have that body, not at all. You could barely breath, not only because his body was heavenly, but because he caught you staring at it. For your own sanity you decided to get ready to go swimming instead of thinking about Baekhyun’s body.

When you finally put on your black bathing suit you put on some jean shorts with a simple white t-shirt over and headed to the living room. Baekhyun was standing there, still with only his towel on, “I’ve been waiting for you so I can put on my trunks. Hold on, I’ll only be a minute.” he said to you while you were basically eyeing the floor down trying to avoid eye contact. He returned about a minute later with black swim trunks and the plain black t-shirt he had worn to bed the night before. “You ready?” to which you nodded.

When you stepped outside Baekhyun started walking the opposite direction of the lake that was no more than 20 feet away. “Where are you going? The lake is right there.” He turned around “you don’t think I know that? Come on.” he gestured for you to follow him and you complied by going to his side to see where he was going to take you.

After about 20 minutes of walking through the literal woods, you came across a beautiful small body of water. On one side it had a wall of rock with moss and water falling from it creating a small water fall. It was surrounded by small flowers and you could see the water was clear and clean. “My brother and I used to come swim here when we were little. I’ve never seen anyone else here, it’s kind of like our secret.” Baekhyun uttered while looking at the water in remembrance. He was the first to remove his shirt and shoes to step into the water and you followed soon after, still taking in the beauty of the scenery around you. When you looked down into the water, Baekhyun was fixated on your body, following every curve until he met your eyes and quickly looked away. Your face was on fire, you quickly stepped into the water so he couldn’t see you. You both had a fun time, swimming around, splashing each other, having an actual good time with Byun Baekhyun.

On your way back to the cabin you realized you had nothing to cook for lunch, “hey I’m gonna go to the grocery store. There’s nothing to eat for lunch, do you want anything specific?” you asked him still walking towards the now visible house. “Get me milky way will you?” you laughed at his choice and quickly ran inside to grab the car keys. “I’m gonna take a nap I’m so tired.” he exclaimed, heading to the room. “Okay, I’ll be back in like 30 minutes. I’ll be quiet when I come in.” He nodded and disappeared into the hallway that leads to the rooms.

On your way back to the cabin pissed that you drove to the store and it ended up being closed due to the fact that it’s Sunday. You cursed yourself as you parked the car. You assumed that Baekhyun had already fell asleep so you walked in as quietly as you could manage. Sitting on the couch, you were about to open your laptop when you heard it. A low moan coming from the bedroom, followed by another soon after. Something brought you to your feet and now you found yourself tiptoeing towards the room. The door was cracked a few inches, giving direct sight to the bed. That’s when you see him. His head is thrown back, mouth slightly parted allowing more moans to slip past his lips. As your eyes travel farther down you see that his hand is wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping it at a medium pace. You focus on his cock, the tip is swollen red and glistening from his precum. His slender fingers travel up just to come back down. You should not be watching this, you should not keep watching this. You’re trying to convince yourself to turn around and walk away when your name falls from his lips in a moan. He was thinking of you. He said it again soon followed by another moan. You can’t help the wetness that’s taking over between your legs. Your heartbeat is in your clit, pounding and begging for some friction. You unbutton your shorts and let your hand travel into your panties. You find your clit and sigh as you relieve some tension. ‘This is wrong’ you keep telling yourself, but can’t break your eyes away from the sight in front of you. He speeds up his movements trying to chase his release. Your legs are shaking from how turned on you’ve become, you’ve never wanted someone so badly in your life. Baehyun’s breath become ragged, his hand movements becoming sloppier and sloppier, you’re also on the brink of your release as you rub your clit to try to match the speed of his hand. “Fuckk y/n”, that’s all it takes for you to be covering your mouth trying to ride out your orgasm while watching him the best you can. He releases a series of high pitch moans, and with his head thrown back he cums while moaning your name. When he rides out his release he relaxes, laying there with his eyes closed. You decide that this would be a good time to fake your coming home.

You open and close the front door and make sure to jingle the keys to let him know that you’re home. You hear frantic rustling from the bedroom, until he emerges. “Hey, why are you home so soon? Where my Milky Way?” he stands there with a fake pout and his arms crossed. “ The store was closed because it’s Sunday. I tried to drive around to see if I could find another one that was open but I couldn’t. Guess were having pb&j’s for lunch.” he smiled at the suggestion. “good enough for me.” he departed for the kitchen. “Hey, I thought you were gonna take nap.” you tried to sound like you didn’t know that he was just rubbing one off to you. “Couldn’t sleep.” When you were just about to say something Baekhyun’s phone started to ring.

“Hey mom. Yeah were okay. PB&J’s. We had pancakes. Yes I made the pancakes. We’re doing fine. No were not gonna do that today. Okay Mom. What? Another couple days? Yeah that’s fine. Okay. I love you too. Okay bye.” He ended the call and looked at you, “I guess the lodge is having some kind of autumn retreat, and they all want to stay for a couple more days. So it’s just you and me until Friday.”

anonymous asked:

When you characterise Sirius, what are the main personality traits you keep in mind for him?

this ask came after my marble hearts collide post, so i’m not sure if you mean in general or for that fic specifically, but i’m just going to answer in general and u can send me another ask if that’s not what you meant :) 

  • sirius black
  • he. doesn’t. give. a. flying. fuck. sirius black doesn’t care. there is a finite list of things sirius black gives a fuck about. he is indifferent and cold and unbothered. 
  • he has a lot of heart. you just have to dig and dig for it. treat it like an archeological excavation. james potter has it. lily evans has it. remus lupin has it. peter pettigrew has it (well, he did.) mr and mrs potter have it. minevra mcgonagall has it. regulus has and also doesn’t have it. you have to really want to find it, but also, at the same time, not give on that you’re looking for it. 
  • he is aware he’s attractive. the jawline? he knows. the hair? he knows. the eyes? he knows. the casual elegance? he Knows.
  • whilst sexuality isn’t a personality trait, i characterise sirius as asexual and this is relevant to how i portray him because it means he’s not gonna have had a one night stand or be worried about being 30 and not in a relationship which, folks, isn’t smth to worry about whether you’re asexual or not or flirting with every person he sees etc.
  • the Intelligence. an impossible iq. he knows Everything. no one’s sure if maybe he has a photographic memory or something, but he just consumes information and holds it. james learns for fun because he’s a Nerd, sirius just knows. 
  • a Rich Bitch. he oozes old money. he has class and sophistication and the etiquette lessons from his childhood show. he is Rolling in it, and his casual spending on useless stuff can irk other people.
  • his wit is so sharp it cuts Deep. it isn’t always personal and sometimes it is just charming and funny and on the mark. but, when it isn’t, it Hurts. his wit is faster than an olympic sprinter and very few people can keep up.
  • the people he loves, he Loves. he loves with every part of his body and soul, but it doesn’t always show. it’s not big gestures like james of bouquets of flowers and heartfelt poems and sappy, pining stares across the room. it’s picking you up from the hospital/airport/shop/club without you asking to. it’s making sure whatever you’re allergic to isn’t on the menu. it’s knowing what conversation topics make you uncomfortable and getting you out of that situation without letting anyone else know. it’s the ‘r u home yet’ text that he won’t admit to the next day. it’s the legs balanced in your lap, his physical touches few and far between unless you’re someone he Loves. it’s the carefree way he laughs and his eyes brighten when no one else is around but you. it’s subtle and true. 
  • loyal to a fault. he won’t run into a tree like james will, but he will be there by your side and he will keep your secrets safe and he will protect you.
  • a petty drama queen whose instagram would be so aesthetic it hurts.
Voltron Theory Part 2 Season 3: Lotor’s Parentage

So, we’ve now been introduced to Prince Lotor, and he’s a heck of a lot to un-package.

Smart and charismatic, but also manipulative and doesn’t suffer failure. It’s clear that there’s more to this man, he also seems to hold grudges and allows others to be harmed for his actions, such as in the case of Throk.

And yet, there is a nicer side to him. He’s protective of his generals, it’s clear that he respects them and their opinions. He’s also a man of action, showing that he can get into the thick of it, and yet knows how to pull back when there’s not much to gain.

It’s clear that he was trained hard in becoming very well versed in military strategy, but why? We also know for sure that he was exiled by the Galra for some reason, and has since been off doing something else. What’s interesting is that he picked up the Generals, all female too mind you, and have been using him as his elite squad of sorts.

Unlike Zarkon, there’s a clear equality that he sees in his team, something that…on the one hand is awesome, on the other hand, given his reaction to Acxa’s failure with the Teledav, one has to wonder how far his equal view of his men goes?

Physically he’s an interesting Specimen to the eye.

He’s tall, but smaller than a lot of Galra, meaning he’s roughly about the size of a Human or an Altean.

He has white hair, which again is unusual because there are only a few people that have that hair: Alfor, his wife, Allura, Keith apparently (as per Lauren’s comment about him dying it black was part of an idea they had for the series) and surprisingly Kolivan (the long end of his hair is white).

He also has a very narrow chin and features distinctive Altean ears, something that hints at his being half, and also, importantly, is something carried over from the main series in both the original Go lion and the American Voltron Defender of the Universe.

Lotor also has yellow eyes, but blueish irises, and a very sharp chin, unlike his father who has more of a square jaw. 

Again Altean features as far as we’ve seen in the show, save for some of the Galra, like Throck and Haxus who both have pointed chins but seem to lack some of the qualities that these two had.

There’s also the fact that he doesn’t wear the same sort of armor as the other members of the military, and that his helmet is distinctly Altean in design, much like Allura’s Paladin look.

What’s also interesting with Lotor is the fact that he bears no markings of the Altean people like his mother. Although there’s some question if that is his mother but more on that later. He also seems to have the smoother skin for the Galra rather than a more fuzzy aspect. Which is again rather different than other members of his species.

So this got me thinking, exactly who is Lotor. Or rather who is his parents? There are a few options, so let’s dive into them and hopefully we can come up with a good theory about where his blood line is coming from.

Let’s start by looking to the past to get an idea of who we can rule in and out of this versions heritage.

Lotor from the original series was born from King Zarkon and a young woman from Arus, who was taken as his slave. Haggar (Honerva in Go Lion), the former Queen of Planet Doom and Zarkon’s Mother, was Lotor’s grandmother, both of which Lotor didn’t know about. In the updated comic Lotor’s mother Lora, given an actual name, is the royal consort (although I don’t know if the marriage was an alliance deal or something that was a willing deal) of king Zarkon and actually does things in his name, and seems to have been there for Lotor as he grew up to a point. In both cases his mother seems to be Altean, and his father Zarkon.

We know for sure that we can rule out the idea of Haggar (points for using both aspects of the original series with that one guys) being his grandmother as we’ve seen that she came from Honerva, Zarkon’s wife. And we can probably rule out the idea of Zarkon enslaving someone to give him a child, since even Zombified Zarkon is somewhat honorable. So where does that leave us to figuring this out.

Well we know that Lotor claims that Zarkon’s his father so we can go with that as a Start and list all the ways that Zarkon can be Lotor’s father.

If Zarkon is Lotor’s dad Theories:

1.       Zarkon and Honerva had Lotor biologically

Now in Episode 7: The legend begings, we see the back story of how Zarkon met Honerva met and got married.

 During this time we also saw the birth of Princess Allura and, during none of the time while they were alive, did we see either of them mention having a child. 

This would be a big thing, as given how friendly the two men were before things went down, it wouldn’t have been that hard to believe that they could have arranged to have Lotor and Allura marry.

This doesn’t even touch on if Galra and Alteans can have kids together, however the show has been hinting at the fact that it’s a possibility with the hybrids and Keith’s existence.

As @radioactivesupersonic post pointed out, it seems really weird for the two to conceive a child after being Zombified. I’m going to go one further on this, I don’t just think they are Zombified, I think they are actively being controlled and possessed. So if that’s the case, why would they want to have a child? Given that Haggar couldn’t remember being married until she went into Zarkon’s mind, and he clearly wasn’t showing that he recalled her (even if they were still emotionally bonded) it would be hard to believe that they would want to have a child together.

Lotor clearly was born after Allura went into her sleep as she would have recalled him, and Coran indicated that they didn’t know he had a son. This means that Lotor wasn’t born before the Zombification of Zarkon and Honerva. So they had to have him after, but how? If they are dead, that would mean that they don’t have the living options in their body, as Haggar is shown to have gone from her normal brown color to a dark purple, which could be either from the thing that attached to them, or (like Transformer that turn gray) Altean’s bodies turn a darker color when they die. Thus making it clear that both are living on borrowed time.

Regardless, Haggred’s one track mind on experimentation and Zarkon’s desire for Voltron, indicate to me that neither of them would have the mind to, nor the inclination, to create a child though a union of their own. This also doesn’t explain why Lotor only sees Zarkon as his father and doesn’t mention Honerva, nor does it imply why he calls her his father’s witch. Unless Lotor has no clue of his mother at all, and this is going to be a situation where he wigs out and kills her like in the original Go Lion. But given the way they’re building up Lotor, I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen, as he’s more like the Devil’s Due version in that he’s a more honorable person…to a point.

So if that’s the case then…

2.       Lotor is an experiment by Haggar

This one is another thing brought up by @radioactivesupersonic, and I think it’s a good one. The idea is that Haggar created Lotor by building a child based on the DNA from herself and Zarkon, and possibly Alfor or his wife.

Now I can believe that. We know that Haggar can create things, and alter people (Shiro and the other cyborgs) and infuse people into the Robeasts (as we’ve seen with the first and second season) and we know that they’re creating clone technology (as per Kuro –fake Shiro). So the idea of her creating a child possibly from various bits of DNA and mixing them to give birth to him.

In that case, he would know that Zarkon is his father, but when was this done, and how long ago did this take? We have no info on that, and I would think that, if Lotor was going to be a test subject for Haggar, there would be more clues given.

On the other hand he could be from only one parent with add ons put in him. As in Lotor is a clone of Zarkon, the problem with that is that Lotor bears no significant traits with Zarkon, and only has the purple skin tone. And he certainly has more qualities with an Altean and has the white hair, which we now know is connected only two a hand full of people (Alfor, Allura, Allura’s mom, Kolivan and Keith). So did Haggar clone Alfor and alter him? There is that option since Lotor does have a similar eye color to the late King.

Then again, if Zarkon couldn’t remember her, could he have forced a child from another Altean?

3.       Zarkon’s the dad, but another woman is the mom

There is a chance that given Zarkon not recalling his past, he could have taken on an Altean woman to have Lotor and then left her behind.

However, this is less likely because people point out that Lauren Montgomery has noted that Lotor has a connection to Princess Allura. Something that being born from an unknown woman wouldn’t allow to happen.

The other option is that Zarkon and Allura’s mom had Lotor. We are told over and over that Alfor was killed by him and Altea was blown up. However I don’t fully believe that the Alteans are dead, due to the fact that Lotor had his ship built and the only ones that can do that are the Olkari, who probably wouldn’t do so, and the Altean’s since they built the first set of lions.

If Lotor is Allura’s brother through her mom and Zarkon, the issue is how has he stayed alive? Unlike Zarkon and Haggar, it’s clear that Lotor hasn’t imbibed in the Quintessense since his eyes still have irises, and we’ve seen other Galra not have glowing yellow eyes. These are Galra that look closer to the original form of the Galra (see the captain of the ship that the Blue Lion attacked in the first season) or seem to be halfs. So unless he’s being corrupted by the Quintessense I don’t think Lotor is that old, and can’t be Allura’s brother that way, unless he was frozen as part of his exile.

4.       Lotor is Zarkon’s son from another reality.

This one is weird but there is this option. We know that there are other realities and we’ve seen how things can pass through. So there is that option, but…and I say this hard, if Lotor did come through he would have had to have passed through via ship like Voltron and been picked up by the Galra. Now we know that he’s interested in building a teledev and that he seemed to have an idea of other realities, or at least that the meteorite can go between ala Voltron.

However the main problem also is that he was able to control the Altean ship, which means that he has to have some connection to the royal family to do anything to that ship. However he could very well be a descendent from both the Empress Allura and the Zarkon of another universe. We’ve only seen one so far, and the idea that there are more out there indicates that there’s a chance for that reality to have had some form of peace between the two forces.

The problem with this is, how do you prove he’s from another reality?

On the plus side, if he is from another reality and thus connected to Allura as a brother, then that could explain the whole issue of him moving the ship.

There is also a chance that Lotor is not the Son of Zarkon but may be another person’s child all together.

1.       Lotor could be the son of Empress Allura

While this is the least likely choice, there is a small hint that it could be. We know that Lotor has a very close look physically to Allura, and this isn’t just by design. If Lotor came from that world, how did he get to our known universe? The only way I can think of is due to a number of situations that allowed for him not to be affected by the rift.

However he clearly wants to travel between worlds as he purposely built that ship from that meteorite. He knows about the way it works, and the only way he could know that is if he was able to test that factor. He also wants a teleduv which means that he knows how to use that too.

If he is the son of Allura that could explain the whole idea of him being connected to her.  If he is from another universe, this might be a case of him wanting to go home, rather than continue Haggar’s tests. The issue is still how did he get across the rift without being vaporized.

2.       Lotor is Allura’s brother

Okay this one is one that keeps going around my head. There are still issues with it, but there’s some very interesting ways this could be.

While looking at Episode 7 I noticed that Lotor does bear a striking resemblance to Alfor. They share similar eyes, not only in color but in shape.

 Also chin and nose as well.

Alfor also has the same sort of side burns as Lotor, and there’s some similarity in their hair styles as well. Then there is the ears on Alfor and Lotor. They are practically the same.

They both seem to share even their smiles, and some of their personality traits in the smug department.

We also know again that he could turn on the Altean ship which is rather important since it’s been stated that only a royal family member can move Altean ships. Coran and others have said over and over that ships that are like the one that was between the rifts can only be moved or controlled by the royal family. Which means that previously the Commander of the ship would have had to have been a member of the royal family as well, or that there was something on the ship that allowed it to move.

Furthermore when you actually examine the options for who could be Lotor’s parents, with Honerva and Zarkon you run into a few problems.

For one thing their eye colors do not match their son’s. Like at all, in any way, shape or form. Not only that but there’s the fact that Lotor’s ears are closer in shape to Alfor’s then Honerva’s. Both Honerva and Zarkon have brown eyes, and yes I checked with a hexadecimal code to see the exact color that they used in the coloring of the eyes of the characters.

Lotor’s eyes match up with the range of Alfors as both Honerva and Zarkon’s eyes are brown. The only people that have blue eyes are Acxa, Allura, Alfor, her mom, Ezor, and oddly Coran.  Unless it turns out that Coran is his dad, which would match up with the idea of Coran having a missing son.

So how would Lotor end up being under Zarkon’s control? And why would Allura not know she has a brother?

Well if Allura’s mom was with child during the events of the fall of Altea, then there’s a strong chance that she could have, and would have given birth after the castle was taken. Assuming that the Alteans didn’t all die, it wouldn’t be that hard to believe that Zarkon would kill them all as they’re actually useful to them, and there are hints about the druids being Altean, then it could very well be that he’s placed them under his control.

If Allura’s mom did have a child, it wouldn’t be that far to believe that Zarkon and Haggar wouldn’t want a child to rise up and find his sister. They could have easily put him under experimentation, and frozen him for a time to carefully grow him in a controlled environment and make him believe he is the son of Zarkon.

The other option was that he was born from Alfor and Allura’s mom through a less conventional way and at a later time, then infused with aspects of the Galra to maybe create someone that could be used to control the Alteanas or Polluxians or other races in their stand. Unfortunately he’s too independent and was sent away due to his own nature to want to do his own thing.

It’s hard to tell for sure exactly where Lotor’s from, but a lot of signs point to the idea that he is at least connected to the royal family. So those are my theories, anyone have others?

One other funny note: 

Alfor’s sword….

Lotor’s sword. 

They’re very similar in design. 

We Got Married (Zico x Reader)

Requested by anon. this was so much fun, I always wanted to write a we got married scenario, and keep this scenario in mind cause I got some plans. Enjoy!

Originally posted by ukwno


After you won on Unpretty rapstar you wanted to show a different side of you. You were aggressive, especially on the diss tracks you were pretty ruthless, at the finals you performed a very vulnerable song called “For the ones i loved” which was dedicated to people that passed or people that still are on your life, from the love of your mother to the heartbreak of your ex you loved so much. You wanted to show the world the normal funny (y/n) so your manager suggested on going for we got married. You were a pretty big fan of the show so you knew how it worked, and also being a mixed race would make it even more interesting. Soon enough it was time for the interview.

“Hello, i’m Katana a.k.a (y/n) I am 25 years old and i’ve been a professional rapper in JYP for 5 years”

“What made you come on we got married?”

You pushed your lips together thinking of how to answer properly, but also honestly.

“Well I always wanted to get married, but my life has been chaotic and I never had time to invest in a relationship, so I felt like it will help me get a taste of what’s about to come. Also, I’ve left a very… Rough? I guess image on the world, being on Unpretty rapstar meant I had to sharpen my knives and that had an impact of how people see me, so this is me letting people get to know another side of me”

You smiled at the end, you were pretty happy with your answer and you could see that also the producers were, they were smiling and nodding.

“What do you look for in a man?”

“The ideal man that I would marry would have to be very… Supportive and understanding. The image that I have is very cold and aggressive and I don’t want to change it completely, I understand that many guys don’t like their wife cursing and being… Scary. I want him to be powerful, on his career but also on his personality, there’s nothing more sexy than a successful boss man, also I am a very opinionated woman so I need him to have a bigger attitude than me. But, he has to be sweet and goofy sometimes, I love a tender man that can hold me and whisper in my ear.”

- ———————————

Soon enough it was time to meet your “husband”. You were wearing skinny ripped jeans that complimented your figure, a tight black long sleeve bodysuit that only showed your collarbones, you had your hair up in double buns and for accessories you wore your silver hoop earrings and a necklace with a silver small heart, you chose to rock your black high heel booties (get your mind out of the gutter) and your long black jacket with the hot pink fur inside.

“ I am nervous”

You confessed to the camera crew that rode with you and recorder every move. After a few minutes the car stopped in front of an arena.

“He has rehearsals here”

They let you know, since they saw the confusion on your face. You nodded and took a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“Are you ready?”

“Hell no, let’s do it”

You said and opened the door. The chilly air hit you right in the face and you rushed inside. They led you in a room and you sat down in one of the chairs, taking of your jacket.

“Does my make up look alright?”

You asked, feeling insecure all of a sudden. The cameramen giggled but gave you a thumbs up. You looked around trying to find clue. You snapped when you heard the door clicking. Your breath hitched your throat and you wanted to jump out of your seat

“No way”

You said in a loud voice. He seemed shocked to see you two, he froze in his spot and his mouth opened as his run his tongue over his teeth. He took a bow and you stood up to do the same.

“Hello, i am Jiho”

“Hello, I am (y/n). Nice to meet you”

You both sat back down and stared at each other for a few minutes. You were a fan of his for the longest, you always dreamed about collaborating with him. Now he was going to be your husband.

“This is weird”

“I never expected you to be my wife”

He spoke. You smiled at him and placed your hands on your thighs

“Why?”

You asked him, placing your hnds on your lap and a smile never left your lips. He hesitated, probably thinking of how to phrase it without being rude.

“Cause you look like a person that does not really care about marriage”

“That’s the biggest lie, I started thinking about marriage since I was a child”

That was true. You wanted to have someone by your side, to think of and to love and respect, to have kids with.

“What do you think of each other?”

The staff asked. You turned to him and motioned him to answer

“I was a fan of hers on Unpretty rapstar, she is a very talented and hard working woman, she is also very… Beautiful”

“Awwww thank you”

“She is blushing”

The staff pointed out. You immediately put your hands on your cheeks to cover them, but your guilty smile was all it took for him to start laughing.

“I am not, no I am not”

“You’re so cute”

He complimented you between his laughs. You controlled your blushing cheeks and he controlled his laughter, now you were able to answer.

“I have been a fan of his for a long time now, so I am very happy I got to meet him. I hope we can be a good couple”

“Of coure we are going to be, I am your husband who’s better husband than me?”

“Give me a month, I’ll give you a list”

You snapped back, making everybody laugh and cheer you on. You started to feel more comfortable with him, you were optimistic about this whole thing.

“What’s the best case scenario between you two?”

“Ahhh tough question…. well I hope we can at least develop a nice friendship”

You answered truthfully. You haven’t really thought of that and how it could really turn out or how could the other person react to this.

“What about you Zico?”

“Well…. a friendship is a standard for me, we are going to be husband and wife which means that we will share a lot of moments with each other, but you never know… we might be our one true love”

“Boy you trynna fuck is that it?”

You joked and winked at him. He laughed and clapped his hands, you were feeling confident about this as time pasted by. He seemed like a good man and you were very curious to know how he was in his private life.

“So would you like to mention something that the other person should know about you?”

“I love hugs, so get prepared for a lot of sudden hugs out of nowhere”

“Getting hugged by THE (y/n)? that’s an honor”

“How about you?”

“I am sure you know about the whole scandal that happened and the aftermath of it. So I hope we can be honest with each other and maybe help my… relationship skills”

You nodded at his honest words. You were sure that what happened with his previous relationship was not pleasant.

“Can I hug you?”

“Sure”

You got up and wrapped your amrs around his frame, resting your chin on his shoulder as placed his hands over you.

“See? We love each other already”

“This is going to be the best we got married couple ever”

P R E S S U R E { 1 }

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{Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6} {Part 7}

Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 6,748

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, cursing

Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.



I didn’t mean to start dating Min Yoongi. I’d simply gone into New York City. I had taken the day off from work weeks in advance and gone in with my friends then ran into him at Bryant Park. I’d heard BTS before, but honestly, I had no clue that they were there at that time. I later learned it was for some meeting, but we never really talked about the details of one of our favorite days.

We’d made eye contact. He was in front of the fountain taking pictures of it and himself, and I’d noticed him out of the corner of my eye. When we tell this story, he likes to say that I was staring at him with heart eyes. In reality, I watched him for 10 seconds and within that time he’d notice me and given me a coy smile. Then he jogged back over to Jimin and Namjoon and I shook my head clear of that and back into my friends conversation.

I hadn’t noticed the 3 boys following us across the street into Kinokuniya Bookstore. We simply went across the street to look at the manga, figures, and all of the cute stationary. I was there with my two best friends, Alicia and Julianna. They had wandered off, crying about some manga about stray dogs and I was alone in the basement of the store, looking at the stationary when I felt a heat on the back of my neck. I always got nervous when I was alone, simply because I had some terrible anxiety.

I was the mom friend in the group, so I had to take charge in certain situations. For some reason, inside of flight I choose fight. Boy, was it the right choice. I’d turned around the see who was staring at me and it was him, Him with his blonde hair. Him with his soft face. Him with his all black outfit and snapback, hiding from the world.

Before I got the chance to ask why he was staring at me, he stepped closer and held out his hand.

“Min Yoongi.” he introduced and I shook it.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Can I asked why a perfectly good stranger has been watching me like some creep.”

He chuckled. I melted. “Well, I can’t help myself to do anything, but to look at you. You kind of have my full attention and I also thought it was a little creepy. Obviously, you noticed me. So, I thought I would introduce myself.”

“What a gentleman.”

“You know, they have this cute little cafe on the top floor. Wanna come get lunch with me?”

His english was a little broken, but I managed to catch his drift and pick up on what he was saying. The way he spoke was almost rehearsed. Later, I found out that Namjoon helped him learn this little monologue so he could speak to me.

Then it was all a part of history. Our history. The six of us had a lunch together and Yoongi and I hit it off. He was trying so hard to speak my language, even though Namjoon had to help him a bunch. He was so… into me. It was crazy. I’d never had such an instant spark with someone, especially someone so reserved at first. I had always had this weird outgoing, loud guy type.

He was so captivating. He still is. Anyways, that’s how it started. After that lunch, he’d invited us to their concert that night. When I carried on, stressing out about how I had nothing to wear, he just waved me off. My girlfriends laughed at my constant need to worry about the silliest things in the world, just stating “This is how I was.” and that “he’d have to get used to it”. Which he responded with, “I plan on it.”.

On the way out of the store, he grabbed my hand and led me down the avenue. We were both totally aware he had no idea where he was off to, but he’d decided I was going to get a whole new outfit then stay at his hotel. I’d felt like I’d known Min Yoongi for years. His personality just vibed with me and the hotel part didn’t even come across in a creepy way? Then we shopped and went to his show.

Obviously, the next day he was gone. Off to some other city. But he never left me. My days were full of constant texts and calls. My weeks became filled with him flying in whenever he had a day off. My months were made up of stolen kisses and my year ended up in a relationship. It was a secret and we could handle it. The constant separation made keeping this secret from his record label so much easier.

Until 2 years later. 2 years into my bliss, we were caught by one of his fans. He’d flown in for the weekend and one of them had followed the car he got picked up in from the airport all the way to a parking lot of a Mcdonald’s where he hopped into my car. We were in for some shit, let me tell you. My mentions were filled and so was my phone. BigHit now owned me in a way, sadly. After signing a bunch of contracts about how I wasn’t playing Yoongi and that I couldn’t run away with his money and I couldn’t reveal more intimate parts of him and if we got married I had none of his BTS assets and all of that dumb shit, I thought it had died down.

The armys didn’t hate me. Well, obviously some did, but the others made me feel welcome. Made me feel less scared about going public with my relationship with my boyfriend of almost 3 years. I was very straight forward with the things I could talk about and did whatever his record label asked me to. At first, it started with an hour long interview, talking about myself and us. Why we kept this all a secret and such. It ended with them surprising me with what I thought was a skype call, but Yoongi ended up being there. After 4 months.

When we were on the skype call, he told me to close my eyes for a moment so he could put on something silly or whatever. Then I smelt him, as weird as it sounds. He wore my favorite cologne and I started crying before he wrapped his arms around me. Within seconds I was buried into his chest, sobbing, as he held his hands on my face. He wiped away my tears for camera effect, but he also made sure to block my face from the limelight. He knew I’d be even more upset if there were suddenly gifs of me hysterical on the internet.

So, blah blah blah, right? Now, I’ll bring us to today. Currently, I was hiding in the fridge at my job at a super market deli. My manager knew I was in here and I was even preparing food in here to go in the showcase. Currently there were a bunch of pre-teen girls standing at the counter, all looking for me. It’d been like this for the past week and my manager Steve happened to feel bad for me today.

A few hours earlier, my twitter started to go crazy. The Big Hit account had decided to use me for some retweets and tweeted out my work address. So now it looked like I was having a fucking meet and greet, so I decided to be trapped in the fridge. Yep.

Steve walked in and kind of chuckled at me as I packed some yams into a dinner container. “I know you’re having a hard time out there, but we could really use you. It’s a little busy out there. It’s your meet and greet after all.” Then he broke into a full on laughter, patting his chest, to make sure he could still breathe at the end of it. I didn’t laugh because it wasn’t funny. Not funny at all. “I’m glad you’re sticking this out, you know, taking one for the team back here.”

In all reality, I wanted to ask to go home. It was starting to get cold and I forgot a jacket, but I needed the money. Not all of us could be K-pop idols and I didn’t want to really want to have to rely on him for money. Well, he sort of ruined my job. And my life. Maybe I could bill him for work interruption. I’ll sue him. That’s it, I’ll sue him. I’m not exactly sure for what yet, but I texted informing him about the lawsuit. He didn’t respond.

He also didn’t respond to my 20 other texts messages freaking out about the armys at my job or about how his record label was trying to sabotage our relationship. He was probably in the middle of overworking himself in whatever country he was in today. I had stopped trying to keep up with each individual one and just knew the basic area of where he was. I think it was Korea. Or maybe Japan. I knew it wasn’t America. That was in half a week.

They had a 2 weeks vacation and he’d decided to spend it with me. Every time he got a break, he tried to waste it all on me. I always bullied him into going home to be with his family or spend time with the band and the last 4 days would be reserved for us. This time he’d convinced me to let him stay with me the whole time. He’d even called my store and requested the two weeks off for me as he planned whatever he was going to do. So, starting Monday I would no longer be trapped here, I guess.

As soon as all of the dinner were packed, I stacked them onto a tray and kicked open the fridge door, subsequently hitting one of the chef’s, Mike, with it. “Ahh, she emerges.” he joked, pushing my hat lower over my eyes. “Maybe you should go say hi to them. They’ve been here since your shift started.” He nodded at the 50 girls filling up the coffee lounge outside of the deli. I swished my mouth back and forth, debating the situation. “I’ll go with you, if that’s what you need. I know you want to, nervous nelly.”

I put the dinners down and grabbed my bag on my way back to my tundra. I pulled up the step ladder and took out my makeup bag, deciding now would be a good time to look good. Of course I wanted to go meet the girls. They made my boyfriend happy and support him. They support us. I guess it really did look bad if I hid all day. I was just so anxious about the entire situation. I wasn’t the famous one. I was kind of just riding along with the love of my life who happened to be a bit popular.

I pulled off my hat and took out the ponytail within my hair. I ran my hands through it and of course it was already a bit knotted. Nothing could ever be easy in my life. Whatever, this was for him. For his label. In the back of my mind I couldn’t shake the horrible feeling that everyone out there would jump me for dating him, but they were there. Here to see me. Hell, what do I even do? I work, I’m not even in school, and I sing in a band that purely plays in my friends garage because we can’t get our act together to even have a name.

I stood up and cleared my throat a bunch. When I got nervous my voice seemed to crack and I stepped out of my tomb. “Wish me luck.” I said to the guys I worked with and they just laughed and waved me off.

I pushed open the double doors and heard a few noises come from the direction I was headed in. “H-Hey guys.” I smiled, giving a little wave to the girls as they proceeded to run over to me and surround me. First, it started slow. I thought maybe they’d kind of stare at me from a distance, but oh no. Of course nothing can be civil and easy with me, can it?

They started getting closer to me and snapping selfies all around me, throwing out questions about Yoongi.

“What’s he like in bed?” I can’t discuss that. I legally can’t.

“Is this just a publicity thing? So the armys can feel like they have a chance?” No, I’m in love with him. He’s in love with me.

“You’re so fucking pretty. It makes me feel so shitty.” I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry. Please, don’t feel that way. You’re absolutely beautiful.

“Is BTS gonna tour here soon?” I don’t know.

“Why have you been hiding from us? What exactly are you hiding, Y/N?” Nothing. I was so scared. I’m so scared.

I wanted to respond to everything. I wanted to defend myself. I couldn’t get a word out edgewise, everything was trapped in my thoughts. I just smiled for all of the pictures and videos they were taking of and with me. I didn’t start to cry until I heard Steve yell for me behind the deli counter, asking if I was alright. Then I became hysterical. I covered my face and closed my eyes, only to hear him running across the wooden floor. He lightly pushed through the girls and pulled me out of there, back to my safe haven of the deli fridge.

Fuck.


I’d been excused to leave work early after that and Steve told me not to come in the next day either. After a little bit of a fight about it, he told me to start my days off early and that he’d talk to his boss about asking if those can be paid vacation days. I knew he’d say no however. The store manager had been pushing for me to work more because of all of the business I’d been bringing in by simply working there. We were up by around half a grand a day and boy did that make him look good.

When I pulled into my driveway, I unplugged the aux cord from my car and dialed one of the numbers I knew by heart. Yoongi’s international number. I rarely called him without asking, but I knew he had my phone call volume on. Only when it was an emergency I’d phone him right away.

It rang three times. “Mmmm, baby? What’s up?” Oh, he sounded so sleepy. I felt bad for about 5 seconds before I started yelling.

“How could you sleep through all of my messages? Boy, have I had a day.” I unlocked my door and slammed it behind me, only locking the top lock. I threw myself on the couch as I heard him groaning about sitting up to check his phone.

“Facetime.” Then he hung up and face timed me this time. By this point, I was upside down on my couch with a red face and an angry expression. I hit the green button. “You look so grumpy.” He chuckled.

“I am grumpy. Please don’t go on twitter for a few days?”

“So, armys were at your job.” I saw his face sink a little as he leaned against the wall.

I sat upright and fixed my hair in the camera mirror. “I kind of started crying and I got excused from work until after my vacation days. They probably think I’m crazy, Gloongs.”

“You’re calling me Gloongs? Look at you. The new dwarf in Snow White. Mopey.”

“I’m gonna hang–”

“No. Please no. You’re not okay. I’m sorry this is happening. I’ll fix it.” Then he hung up.

The way he went about his life was so weird to me sometimes. Knowing him, he was back asleep already too. Sleeping sounded like a pretty good idea, actually. I knew I could never take a nap, it was something I had learned to deal with. I’d always wished I could just pass out like my boyfriend. He had this uncanny ability to simply close his eyes and be somewhere else.

I stood from the purple couch in my living room and walked the total 10 feet to my bedroom. I swung open the door and fell straight onto my bed. The phone charger I kept next to my bed was gone and then I just let out my anger by screaming. I didn’t give a fuck about my upstairs neighbor in this moment or the 5 open windows in the little apartment my mother and I stayed in.  I was just frustrated.

The plug had fallen on the floor off of my mattress, luckily. Once my phone was charging, I called up my best friend Alicia. She didn’t pick up and I knew she was also asleep. Of course two of the most important people in my life had these weird sleeping habits I couldn’t get myself into. I could barely sleep as it was, let alone throughout the day.

I called her again as fast as I could. Normally after the first phone call, she grabbed her phone to turn off the volume for the second call. I always begged her not to because if there was a second call it was important, but she didn’t give a shit. It was almost crazy to me how my boyfriend and best friend were so alike. I really couldn’t fathom how I could handle two of them let alone one, but I did it. I guess my type had changed.

I must have called fast enough because I was met with a groan and a, “Ugh, what do you need?”

“Hey,” I almost choked up? I wasn’t sad, just stressed. “Can we do something?”

“Guardians 2 just came out, if you can get us tickets.” Usually, I was met with a no and that she was going back to bed. “What’s wrong with you?”

I put my phone on speaker and opened up the Chrome browser, typing in showtimes near us. “Oh, you know. I’m just casually getting stalked.”

“Yeah? Well, that’s karma.”

“For what?!”

“Dating a superstar. A hot, lazy version of me though. Yeah. Karma.” she broke into a fit of chuckles and I heard her get up and start rummaging through her clothes. “Do I have to dress nice? Am I going to get followed by some paparazzi?” I could hear her trying not to laugh.

“I’m wearing jeans and a fucking hoodie. The next show time is in 40 minutes, I got us side seats. I’m coming to pick you up.” Then I hung up, grabbed my keys, and ran out my door.


The movie was amazing, but my phone call with Yoongi later was not. Halfway through the movie, I remembered that he had wanted to see it with me. Boy, I wasn’t ready for the angry rant I was about to get, but I stayed up til 2 am for it anyways.

“Hey, baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He was in the arena in whatever place he was in now, getting ready for his show. “How are you, what’d you do after our call last night? Or your day time.”

“I went to the movies with Ali-”

“No you didn’t.” Oh no. He interrupted me. He was onto me, he knew. “Are you kidding me? I planned the tour around us seeing this movie during my vacation days!” He was screaming now. I heard Hoseok in the background asking him to calm down and heard my precious boyfriend slapping him away. “You know what? I’m done.”

“Done? Dude, come on.”

“You’re fucking coming to Korea on the next flight and we’re seeing it together. You’re off from work anyways, I’m not taking no as an answer. Hoseok, please take my card and find her a flight. I’d do it, but she won’t pack anything that she needs if I hang up to look.”

He was right, sadly. For such a put together person I over packed unessential stuff no matter where I was going. Day trips, week trips, I packed my entire room up for those.  “Don’t make him book me a ticket. I can buy my own.”

He broke into a fit of laughter. “Shut up, no you can’t. I got you out of work, so let me compensate by paying. You also can’t argue with me because it’s done. Check your email.”

He was right, I couldn’t. The flight was in about 3 hours and I was an hour away from the airport, so I started to pack. He scolded me about packing 3 times the clothes I needed when it only a four day trip. They had three more shows left to end their tour and would be in the same area for all of them. So I didn’t have to feel guilty about more travel expenses and such like I always did.

Of course I knew he had the money to spend and such, but that was the thing. I didn’t want to be pampered by him at all times just because he could. I liked being able to support myself and not feeling like I was using him for his money. I was so in love with this kid and I had been for the last few years and that was the last thing I wanted him to believe.

Yeah, I was working a part time minimum wage job and he was touring the world, but I didn’t need him for such small expenses. Even though I guess a plane ticket wasn’t small. On the cab ride to JFK airport, I was just enveloped in my thoughts about him that I didn’t even realize when we had arrived. I was forced out of my head by a loud honk and the man in the front seat telling me to get out. I passed up a 50 dollar bill and grabbed my larger than I should have suit case out of the trunk.

I never really began going to airports and flying before Yoongi. It was such a normal thing to him, but to me it was so extravagant. Not even including where you’re going, flying on an airplane was just such a cool concept to me. So I took it all in every time. Even if it fucked me over in the end. Which you already knew it did. I never slept, so my jet lag was extra bad during these. I just watched movie after movie, every time. There was truly nothing else to do for me than take advantage of that. I got too anxious sleeping in front of people, even if they were perfectly good strangers.


Whenever my plane landed in South Korea, I always regretted not paying too much attention when Yoongi tried to teach me the language in depth. I knew some basic terms to get me around, but he had practiced English for so long and so hard for me, that I really did feel guilty for not learning his native tongue. It seemed to always be a lingering thought whenever I was in his homeland, but he made me feel silly for thinking that. Stating that I had no true reason to learn Korean and that he didn’t want me to get good at it so he could always talk shit about me without me truly understanding. As much as I wanted to believe that was a joke, I knew it wasn’t.

After grabbing my luggage, I looked around for one of the security guards I knew would be getting me. I pulled my hood lower on my head and looked for the sign that Yoongi probably wrote. Knowing him it would say something embarrassing.  There it was. Booboo buns. He even drew hearts around it. He was such a dick, even when he wasn’t here.

I gripped my rolling suitcase with a hard fist as I walked over to the burly man and waved. He complimented me with a smile and turned his back on me to follow to the car outside. He attempted to take my suitcase from me and I just responded with, “Aniyo gwaenchanhseubnida.” Meaning no thank you. One of the few terms I made sure to know along with where is the bathroom and a few other phrases.

Once I was in the familiar black van, I finally closed my eyes. I didn’t know how far the hotel was and I didn’t bother to ask. Well, I didn’t know how to ask and I had no service here to even text Yoongi I was on my way. He definitely knew though. For a lazy fuck he was on top of important shit; like getting me around a place where I could easily end up lost. As much as I prided myself on having good direction value.

Of course I didn’t sleep on the way to the hotel when that was purely all I wanted to do. The security guard parked the car in front of the hotel and left the hazards on. He simply walked me inside and I said thank you and he passed me a card with the room number and key. From the lack of people around here, I figured the boys were at their show. It was around 8 pm here now, so it was almost a perfect time for me to sleep.

I power walked to the elevator and once it dinged I went inside up to the 18th floor. I closed my eyes on the way up as I leaned against the mirror on the side of the elevator. I hope I didn’t leave a mark or anything. I was probably all gross from that plane ride. If I had the energy I’d shower, but I just wanted to knock out and I bet that the bed here was super comfortable. Nothing like my mattress on the floor back at home. Ding. I was here. Floor 18, room 22. Of course it was at the end of a long hallway. Of course.

At this point I was almost ready to crawl down the hallway, but instead I jogged. I figured I was alone, but I was wrong. During my sprint, I ran into random man and completely ate shit and fell. He said, “Sorry, sorry.” but continued running in the opposite direction of me. Awesome. Now I was tired and bruised and probably had fucking rug burn, but I was over it.  I stood up and just pushed the thought that I got to see Yoongi when I woke up. I swiped the card through room 22 and saw it. The beautiful, big bed. The door slammed behind me and I kicked off the moccasins I’d been wearing for the past almost 16 hours. A smile loomed over my face as I tiptoed over to the empty bed and stuffed myself into it. Within a minute, I was out like a light.


I was awoken by the light turning on, but the thing that pushed me into being awake was the stench that followed it. I coughed to clear my throat and sat up. I opened my eyes to a smiling Yoongi at the foot of the bed. My eyes were still adjusting to the change, so he was a little blurry to me. “Why didn’t you shower there?” I asked. It totally wasn’t the first thing I wanted to say, but I kind of hurt a bit too much to move or yell.

“I wanted to see my girl.” His smile turned into one of my favorites. The gummy one. Then he crawled over to me, rubbing his fingers across the dimple that lined my face. “You’re so pretty… and bloody?” He chuckled, “Did you fall or something?” He peeled the blanket off of me and I was as confused as the look on his face. “Oh, come on. You fell?”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. There were a bunch of scratches on my arm from the carpet that had torn just enough to bleed. Then I just ignored it, so here we were. “Yeah, I fell. I was super tired and ran into this guy-”

“Someone ran into you?” He pulled me into his smelly arms and squeezed me. “You didn’t yell at him? Shame. I love it when you’re a firecracker.” He kissed at my cheek, towards the corner of my mouth. “Wow, I missed you.”

He continued to leave small kisses around my face and I knew I wasn’t sleeping anytime soon. I turned around so that I was looking at him and he had changed his hair. “Green?” My face lit up, “You did my favorite hair color again?!”

He bit at my nose, “Yeah. I gotta make sure this vacation is perfect for you.” He went back to kissing around my face. Whenever we met up, it always started like this. He missed the physical interaction, but never pushed me into anything, He always started slow.

“How was the show?”

“Amazing, as always, but I was so distracted knowing you were here and laying in my bed without me.” His kisses began to trail down the side of my face to my neck, his second favorite place to be at for a while.

“Can we shower? I don’t want to fuck you- No, that’s a lie. I want to fuck you really bad.”

“Blunt today?” he breathed hot air down my neck as he spoke in a sexy whisper.

“I’m gross and so are you, let’s shower.”

We both walked into the bathroom and started stripping each other. Nothing too sensual at first, until we were both in our undergarments. We both just looked at each other for a minute. Observed each other’s flaws and imperfections as if it was the first time seeing each other naked, but boy was it not. Honestly, I think that’s what made us love each other so much. Everything was always the same, but it was always new.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Yoongi breathed. He undid the clasp on my bra and as I took that off I felt his long fingers slide down my back to pull down my lacy panties I’d been in for probably the last day. I breathed out a gasped when he touched me. His fingers were cold even though the bathroom was slowly heating up. I pulled on the waistline of Yoongi’s boxers, suggesting for him to take them off. Even if we were caught in a moment, he couldn’t help but to slightly laugh at my little motions. I was never truly the one in charge of these situations, but considering it’s been about 3 months since we’d last seen each other, I was getting a little antsy.

He grabbed onto my hand and led me into the shower. As soon as I turned the shower on he started attacking my neck with little kisses. Nothing too aggressive, but hard enough to leave a faint bruise after each kiss. I turned around to face him. God, he was beautiful. We moved closer to each other and our lips finally connected. The kiss was soft and sweet. Then of course leave it to Yoongi become aggressive. With one swift motion, he lifted me off of the ground and made me wrap my legs around him. He pushed me into the tiled wall and I could feel him against my heat.

“You came all this way for me, I figured I might as well do something for you.” He said.

“That’s fine by me, daddy.” I teased. I could feel him fucking harden against me. It was really hot. I knew it was one of his kinks. He would never admit it to me but whenever I called him that it would almost instantaneously turn him on. Now that I did that, I knew I was in for a world of trouble. Aka, him getting mad if I called him anything other than that or sir. I did it anyways, him being mad was pretty hot in these cases.

“Yeah?” his voice was raspier now.

“Okay, Yoongi.” I smirked, excited for the outcome.

“Don’t you dare call me that now. You started this,” Yoongi growled. He let me sink a little bit again the wall, only to duck his shoulder under my left leg and put it on top. My breathing hitched as he got me into one of his favorite positions. Also because this was dangerous. We could die. Then it would be all my fault and his army would kill me.

I was taken back to the moment as he kitten licked up my slit and pulled away right before he got to my clit. He chuckled at the little gasping noise I made when he stopped and lifted up to touch me, but instead of going where I thought he cupped my chin. He smirked and kissed me so hard that I could almost feel the purple that my lip was going to be. He let go of my chin and began to lazily trail his hand down my body, making sure to go over my most sensitive parts in his little teasing session.

His eyes never left yours as he teased a digit inside, but quickly pulled it out. Before he started anything else he made sure I was secure against the wall and in his left hand. He did the same motion again with his middle finger and I gasped as the loss of touch.

“Please-” I begged, reaching for his wrist.

He slapped my hand away and squinted his eyes at me telling me to stop. This time he put in two fingers and curled them inside of me, my eyes closed from habit.  “I want you to look at me while I touch you, princess.” He scolded. I could literally feel my insides turn to mush with his words as I bit onto my lip. His two fingers slowly moved inside of me while his thumb reached up to rub my clit. He kept curling and uncurling his fingers while rubbing little circles. All I wanted right now was to moan loud and sink to my knees, but I couldn’t lose my voice yet and I was pinned to the shower.

At this point he lowered me onto the ground, still keeping my leg on his shoulder. I gripped the shower handle as he moved his mouth onto my clit, lightly sucking on it while keeping his fingers inside of me. I wrapped my leg over my shoulder. He added a third finger and continued to curl them. I reached my other hand out and ran my fingers through his hair, being careful not to pull the green too hard. I pushed my hips down and mumbled a fuck. He hummed into me as he removed his fingers and licked up me one final time.

He pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them while not breaking eye contact. “Better than ever.” He let my leg down and I still needed some support. I reached my arms up lazily and wrapped them around his neck, kissing him softly. He, however, didn’t want soft. The kiss quickly became intense as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ran his hands up and down my back, eventually landing on my ass and gripped it like he was holding on for dear life.

The kissing stopped for a moment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to-” I pulled one arm off of him and brought it toward his hip. He reached out for it with his own, lacing our fingers together. It felt less intense in this moment, as he smiled purely and took his other hand to my cheek.

“Let me take care of you for once. Let me fuck you til you beg me to stop, (Y/N).” He spoke in is normal voice, except a little bit higher. I simply bit my lip in response. Leave it to Yoongi to always know what to say to make me wet.

He lifted my leg back up again and placed himself at my entrance. In typical Yoongi fashion, he rubbed the head up and down my folds, barely dipping inside. “Please.” I begged, barely audible. He just smiled and slowly pushed into me. Within seconds, he picked up speed. He went at a mild tempo at first then as I put my hand onto his shoulder he lifted my leg higher and all you could hear was muffled moans and groans along with the slapping of skin.

He gripped my thigh as he thrusted in and out. He never broke eye contact with me and as much as I wanted to close my eyes, I stared right at him. When I reached my high, he knew. I knew he was close too. “Can I?” his eyes darted down to his cock. I nodded as I was unable to even speak. He fucked me right through my orgasm and my nails scratched through his skin. As soon as I was done, he moaned out my name as he came inside me. He lowered my leg to a more comfortable position and then pulled out.

Before putting me back onto the ground he made sure I was leaning on him and had my hand somewhere else. Fuck, he knew me too well. He hummed into my ear as my back leaned against his bare body. He ran his fingers through my hair and I felt a stinging in my eye. “Yoongi stop!” I yelled, squeezing it shut to try to comfort my pain.

“What’s wrong? Was I being too aggressive? I know it’s been a bit and I know you can barely walk right now but maybe y-”

“No, it’s not that-”

“Then what’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around me, turning me in towards him.

“You got shampoo in my eye.”

He gulped. “I wasn’t holding the shampoo-”

“Then what’s in my eye?!” I yelled, reaching one hand up to rub it. He started to laugh.

“Babe, I am so sorry.”

For the rest of the shower, I just leaned into him after getting whatever was in my eye out. I missed being with him like this in such a personal way. We didn’t even speak, but we were so in tune with each other when we were together. He took care of me and I took care of him. In this moment, it was his turn. He knew I’d been hurting lately, mentally and now physically thanks to him. It was moments like these I was so grateful for him. I was always grateful for him.

He reached over me to turn off the water and pulled a towel off of the rack outside of it. He twirled it around me and then one around his own waist. He kept one arm around me as he patted some of the water off of himself. “You tired?” He whispered, patting me down a little bit before lifting me bridal style out of the shower.

He laid me onto the bed still wrapped up despite me still being well covered in water. He got in next to me and covered us with the warm blanket, pulling me close to his chest. He liked to sleep while in contact with me, despite what it may be. Tonight his arm was around me, but most nights his hand was on my hip or thigh . Tonight was different, he wanted to closer than usual. We which we already were. Our usual is across the world.

“Hey, Yoongs.” I whispered into his chest. He made a noise signaling he heard me. “I love you. I love you. I’m so in love with you.”

He ruffled my hair. “Shh, go to sleep.”

“Reassure me.” my unnecessary anxiety spoke out.

“I’m so in love with you. I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. You’re the strongest woman I know. You’re my sun and I love you. Darling, am I in love with you.”


Authors Note: Hey! I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of Pressure! If you guys liked it, I’d appreciate if you let me know! I have lots of plans for this and would love to continue writing it! Thank you guys.


part 2 →

deh apartment hcs

so i was just scrolling thru Tumblr Dot Com™ and I saw a post that said “does anyone else ever daydream of decorating their first apartment?” (if anyone knows who made that lmk) but anyway i saw that and was like omg if that ain’t alana and then i was like wAIT WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF THEM so here’s this. fyi this is like a college au type thing ish??

(im sotired this is kinda shitty lol)

(also thank u so much for the luv on my last two hcs? i cr ied? les get to the point sorry)


alana:

  • ok so this girl would obviously have the neatest apartment ever
  • it would probably be like a medium size ya know
  • white walls.
  • lots of white walls.
  • and there would be like really pretty marble countertops 
  • her beadspread (or whateverthefuck u call it) would probably be like grey with white little lines on it
  • in a pattern tho
  • like a cute pottery barn one
  • OH
  • she would so freaking use evan’s discount at pottery barn are u kidding me
  • like her entire house would look like a pottery barn catalog
  • anyway
  • idk if all apartments have this so excuse me if i sound mega stupif 
  • but she would use the little intercom-buzzer thing to get into the apartment to her full advantage
  • like if u wanted to even go up there she would legit do a full on background check
  • (except for zoe)
  • (zoe would be like “hey alana it’s-” and alana would be like “yOU CAN COME RIGHT UP”
  • but it would be like 
  • “hello who is this?”
  • “alana you know it’s jared. i just texted you.”
  • “… ok then what’s your middle name”
  • “aLANA”
  • but anyway back to what inspired this in the first place
  • so alana would SO plan her apartment out from when she was like young enough to understand it ya get it
  • like she would pick out furniture at age six
  • (her taste would obviously change as she got older but u get it)
  • and she would literally have it down to the p a i n t color
  • like she would walk into home depot or whatever and the worker would expect her to look around for like 40 minutes but she’d be like
  • “hi hello i’ll take seashell grey in the gloss finish please. make it quick.”
  • (i totally just made that up what the hell is a gloss finish never heard of her)
  • i also picture her having lots of house plants? like most of them would be fake bc she’s too busy to keep them alive but they wouldn’t look fake
  • yeah alana’s apartmetnt would be so put together and like clean cut and nice

zoe:

  • her apartment would be rad okay
  • i feel like it would be v hipster and cool
  • not like Hipster™ but like… hipster?
  • what am i even saying
  • okay
  • so she would definetley have a room with yellow walls
  • like her rooms would be painted cool colors and stuff
  • but yellow specifically
  • she just seems like a yellow person
  • she would have a big wall that’s all chalkboard paint
  • wait now im really excited about this wall oh my god
  • like when everyone would go over her house they would all take a chalkboard marker (real chalk makes too much of a mess) and write and draw on it
  • evan would do little doodles of trees and write sweet and encouraging stuff
  • connor would either draw a hecking masterpiece or write really small in the corner “fuk u”
  • there’s no in between
  • alana would just doodle hearts and stuff
  • or when she’d be over doing homework w zoe she’d try to teach her math and science and stuff on it
  • a w 
  • jared would just draw memes 
  • i think we can all agree on that one
  • but annyyywwayy
  • she would refuse to get anything like store bought mainstream
  • like she would go to little shops in the middle of nowhere
  • or garage sales
  • and get the cutest stuff 
  • her house would be so homey but at the same time like “wtf why is this so perfect”
  • l o t s of tapestries
  • don’t fight me on this
  • it wouldn’t be the regular mendala ones that a lot of people get
  • (but she would for sure have a few of those too)
  • it would be like really cool unique stuff
  • lots of maps of the world
  • tie dye
  • ya kniw
  • they would mostly be taking up all of the celing space and some wall space in her room
  • she would so have a polaroid camera i KNOW IT
  • and she would put them all on pieces of string w clothespins and string them up around her room 
  • all pics of her frands and stuff
  • awwww zoe
  • she’d also probably have a room just for her dog
  • (btw if u didn’t see my other hc i see her as having a golden retriever named kiwi)
  • (but anyway)
  • like it was supposed to be a closet sbut she just didn’t use it
  • so she was like “well… okay let’s do this”
  • and evan will spend h o u r s at a time in that room
  • ugh she would just have the cutest apartment v colorful and stuff

evan:

  • evan’s apartment would be v small
  • he llved with his mom the first two years of college but decided to move out because he was feeling like he made a lot of progress and was ready to live on his own (btw is it canon tht he lives w his mom first year of college? i forget lmk)
  • (but he wasn’t really living on his own bc connor was always over or he was at connor’s place) 
  • he would have a v little sitting area w a really old tv and a worn out couch that was probably free on the side of the road or cheap from a garage sale
  • he would have a fridge and oven and stuff but he’d mostly just use the microwave
  • (ho;ly shit “some people say just use a microwave…”)
  • (i h8 myself why why why ok moving on)
  • his diet would mainly consist of ramen noodles
  • bc he doesn’t want to leave and have to socalize with people at fast food places or the grocery store
  • but every once and a while zoe would come over like “evan wtf” and make him food to hold him over for a while
  • (uh hc that zoe’s a really good cook??/)
  • he would have a little bedroom with a big window in it
  • and his comforter would be blue with navy stripes (similar to The Shirt™ but not completley the same)
  • he would have lots of sticky notes everywhere
  • like ranging from “don’t forget to feed the dog” to “don’t worry about it, it’s probably not a big deal”
  • and when he was in a really good mental state he would write them and stick them in places he know he’d see when he wasn’t in the best shape
  • and it would encourage him to keep going
  • wow that’s equally heartbreaking and adorable
  • ok don’t fight me on this we all know it’s a thing
  • he would have plants. eve ry wh ere
  • like there wouldn’t be a single fake plant in there
  • but he loved them bc he felt like it made the air fresher??? like it supplied more oxygen in the room which made it easier to breathe when he was feeling anxious??
  • (idk i can’t really explain it but that’s how i feel when i get anxious so i feel like it would help him too)
  • but it would range from huge ass borderline trees to succlents the size of his thumb nail
  • he would have s o many succulents
  • he would name them all
  • aaaaaaaAaAAAA
  • and each of his friends would have a plant named after them
  • even though it was small he really loved his apartment
  • bc he worked really hard to be able to pay for it and buy the furniture and stuff
  • so it was like his baby
  • yeah that’s my boy evan handsoap!

connor:

  • connor’s apartment would actually be pretty big
  • like everything would be super super high quality and nice 
  • he would so have a recliner chair
  • you know the one i’m talking about okay
  • and he would spend most of his time in there
  • even though he def has a huge nice sectional
  • (btw most of his furniture is black)
  • when evan would come over he wouldn’t want to get up out of it
  • but even always wanted to cuddle
  • so the first time evan was like “con come over hereee
  • connor just scooched over
  • and evan was like “??”
  • but just went over to him
  • and they were kinda squished but they loved it 
  • bc they were so close to eachother
  • AW IM SCREECHING
  • but yeah they would love to cuddle on the recliner
  • his kitchen would be p nice too
  • like he would have a weirdly high tech fridge and a really nice oven and stuff
  • but if u opened the fridge there would just be like a half dranken (that is nOT a word) bottle of mountain dew, a cheese stick, and maybe on a good day some random leftovers
  • (btw idk why but i see his parents buying him most of the stuff in his apartment,, this doesn’t really make sense when i think about it but i can’t not do it what am i saing now awioehfdlsnk)
  • his room would be nice
  • he would have a big bed with a black and white plaid duvet cover
  • omg evan would l o v e his bed
  • like evan of course loves his own bed but connor’s is just so comfy
  • (plus connor’s bed also has connor)
  • (anywho)
  • his walls would be like a greyish blue color
  • but his furniture would still be all black
  • he would have a big desk and he always kept sticky notes around for evan to doodle on if he ever got anxious
  • and he has an entire drawer in his dresser just for his hair ties because he has an unhealthy amount of them
  • at all times
  • partly because he wants to keep his hair up sometimes
  • but partly because he always wears one around his wrist to snap when he gets mad or can’t control his emotions
  • and he always ends up loosing them
  • oh also his shower in his bathroom would be BOMB
    like im talking it has one of those little ledge chair thingies 
  • and the water pressure is a plus
  • and evan’s shower at his apartment is like sucky so he always just showers at connors
  • (i mean this in the least innapropriate way possible btw jus clearing that up)
  • but connor would spend SO much time there
  • so would evan tbh
  • so yeh

jared:

  • ok guys
  • hear me out on this one
  • but i feel like jared would have a surprisingly nice apartment??
  • like,,, actually very nice
  • they would all love hanging out there when they were all together
  • the first time he asked them over they were like “… u sure”
  • they were expecting to walk into something that looked like a super crappy hotel room with garbage all over
  • but they walked in and were like “jared what the fuk
  • because this place was nice
  • like,, , he would always have the most food out of all of them
  • (which wasn’t saying much but still)
  • he would have a big nice couch with lots of extra like beanbags all over
  • they would all have their own that they used
  • and his tv would be poppin okay
  • he would have his old wii hooked up to it
  • and they would constantly have mario kart tournaments
  • jared always insisted on being wario
  • for the Memes™
  • he would be the only one out of all of them with an amazon fire stick so they would always watch movies all together at his house
  • and sometimes they would just randomly take it without telling him
  • (i’m looking at u connor)
  • and he wouldn’t notice for a few days but when he did he went cRAZY
  • but anyway
  • his room would b supa cool
  • he would have a really nice bed
  • omg he would have like video game and other nerd stuff posters e v e r y w  h e r e
  • like everywhere
  • little to no wall space for anything elsee
  • every once in a while he would go through his camera roll and print the pictures that he liked the best to hang up on his wall
  • hear me out bc this is gonna sound weird
  • he would probably have a dead meme shrine in one of the corners of the wall on the bottom
  • that he started as a joke with connor and zoe once but it jst spiraled out of control until every dead meme was recognized as soon as it went out
  • he would have a tv in his room
  • not as good as his one in the living room but still
  • he has two tvs what even jared
  • that’s where he would put his xbox
  • and he would game all night man
  • ah i love jared sm

ok that’s it hope u enjoyed ahhahah

Things I Appreciate About The New Chapter
  • Kirishima doesn’t like the concept of modern heroes, who save others for money and fame, as much as he likes retro ones, who save others because it’s the right thing to do.
  • He was a good boy.
  • Kirishima’s friends called him Ei
  • Those same friends are kind of dicks for crushing his dreams like that.
  • Mina was always extremely outgoing!
  • THE FUCKING BREAKDANCING
  • Even though Mina stood up for those girls, she was still scared and broke down afterwards, which I like because it makes her human and seem young.
  • Mina and Kiri didn’t explicitly know each other in middle school.
  • Kiri’s quirk has strengthened over the course of his life through training. What a dedicated child!
  • He probably changed his look to be more noticeable when applying to UA (even though we might have already seen him in the practical exam, and he still had black hair if that was him)
  • He’s always had issues with himself and his quirk, but seems to also recognize that it isn’t entirely his fault because society likes flashy quirks.
  • KIRI WAS INSPIRED BY MINA AND DEKU (AFTER THE SLUDGE INCIDENT)
  • Kiri seems well on his way to becoming a real hero (or it’ll be short lived because we have no idea how any of this will effect him physically or psychologically)

It was announced that Netflix will make a TV series based on The Witcher books and most people are missing the point….as in they hope to see events that are game-only on the screen. Since it’s been said clearly that it’s going to be based on the books, I don’t get how people don’t understand that. Sapkowski will be working with the team and I trust him to wield a metaphorical whip each time they will try to screw up with his characters. I hope they take inspiration from what GoT did well, but also learn from GoT’s mistakes. The Witcher books are a lot shorter and the number of characters isn’t as big as those present in ASOIAF which might actually be a very good thing. The main characters are Ciri, Geralt and Yen. What could the show focus on? Obviously the books. There is lots of quality content in them and you are missing out if you don’t wanna read them and just limit yourself to the third game. What we could actually see in the show: Geralt and Dandelion roaming the world and going on adventures, Geralt meeting Yen and the outcome of their interaction with the djin, meeting Borch Three Jackdaws, Geralt fighting the striga, Geralt meeting a pregnant Pavetta and Duny and the events that take place at that feast etc. There’s really a lot of amazing moments that would look great on screen as there are short stories and the saga.

Who will be the actors? Nothing is sure as of now, but Sapkowski said at an event that years ago he would have liked Kevin Costner to play Geralt, but since he is too old now, he also said he would like Mads Mikkelsen. I think the author knows best haha how his characters actually look. If it’s going to be Mads or someone else….since it’s based on the books I expect to see characters looking different from the games. A few examples:

-Geralt has dark eyes (not permanent cat eyes like in the games) and hates having a beard.

-Yen looks very youthful (she has the skin of a 16 year old) and has a mane of curly black hair (not the flat and almost straight hair she has in the games), her face is also distinctive (long nose, receding chin, pronounced cheekbones etc). I see many fans favoring Eva Green….but I think she’s not exactly the right pick since she is not that youthful looking (she’s gorgeous don’t get me wrong). I hope they will keep her striking purple eyes and not go the GOT way of stripping Daenerys of her famous purple eyes. It doesn’t even have to be full on contacts. If they use an actress with light colored eyes they can apply a discrete purple tint in post production in close-up scenes.

-Triss has chestnut hair (not fiery red) and she doesn’t wear plunging necklines due to the scar she has on her chest. She’s also not as prominent in the books as she  is in the games…as in she has very few scenes (I think Dandelion is more prominent than her). There is also no additional romance between her and Geralt since that one time when she used magic to sleep with him. I think this might put some fans off, but the books are the books and that’s how it is in them.

-Ciri-> I’ve seen some fancasting that is hilarious: Margot Robbie and Cara Delevingne. Again…people are missing the point. When Ciri meets Geralt in Brokilon she is 10-11 and at the end of the last book she is a teenager (15-16 years old)…so it’s more likely they will choose a child actor that grows up with every season (similar to what GoT did with the Stark children). Ciri is often described as scrawny so I can’t see how someone like Margot Robbie could play her. Galahad describes Ciri as being a girl, not yet a woman.

Sherlock: The Telenovela

(Original Spanish version)

Note: For best results, read with thick Spanish accent.


NARRATOR: Previously on Sherloco de Amor…

Cut to SHERLOCK, sitting in front of his microscope. He has on the famed purple shirt, but at least three sizes too small. Three buttons have been nobly sacrificed to hold it closed, but they are failing miserably. SHERLOCK passes a hand through his dark locks and looks into the camera in a mournful (but cute) way.

DRAMATIC MUSIC.

Enter MOLLY. She looks exactly the same as in the show, but with three-inch heels.

MOLLY: Sherlock, I was wondering…maybe later…if you’d like to have coffee?

Close-up: SHERLOCK’s face. SHERLOCK’s profile. SHERLOCK’s eyes. SHERLOCK’s nose. SHERLOCK’s left ear.

DRAMATIC MUSIC.

SHERLOCK: Oh, Molly. I know you have always loved me, but I will never be able to return your feelings. I cannot love anyone…and no one can love me as I truly am.

He whips his head around and stares tragically out the window. Close-up of his profile as DRAMATIC MUSIC plays.




Enter JUAN “DON JUAN” GUATSON. He’s super hot! He wears a shiny leather jacket that nobody on an army pension could possibly afford. There is at least one liter of product in his swept-back hair.

JUAN and SHERLOCK’s eyes meet. It is amor a primera vista. JUAN gasps and drops his cane. It’s a miracle—he is cured!

DRAMATIC MUSIC.




JUAN and SHERLOCK hold hands next to the cabbie’s body.

JUAN: Oh, Sherlock! From the moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be. I love you! Who cares that we’ve only know each other for eight hours?

DRAMATIC MUSIC.

SHERLOCK: Juan, mi amor!

They kiss passionately.




NARRATOR: And now…back to Sherloco de amor.

Four years have passed, but JUAN looks the same (with more Botox and at least two liters of product in his hair). MARIA saunters down the staircase. She is dressed entirely in black, including the 5-inch heels. For some reason, JUAN is completely oblivious to the fact that she is cackling evilly.

JUAN: Maria, I know we haven’t known each other long. I swore after Sherlock’s death that I would never love again. But—

He takes out a ring. MARIA smiles triumphantly and cackles loudly. JUAN is possibly deaf.

DRAMATIC MUSIC.

Suddenly, SHERLOCK bursts into the restaurant. His shirt has only two buttons done up and appears to have shrunk a size. Also, he is soaking wet.

JUAN: Sherlock!

SHERLOCK: Juan!

MARIA: Sherlock?

JUAN: Maria!

SHERLOCK: Maria?

MARIA: Juan!

Close-up: MARIA’s face. SHERLOCK’s face. JUAN’s face. SHERLOCK’s eyes. MARIA’s nose. JUAN’s mouth. MARIA’s left eyebrow. SHERLOCK’s thumb. JUAN’s right arm.

MORE DRAMATIC MUSIC.

JUAN: But you…you died!

SHERLOCK: I came back for you, my love!

MARIA: But…how?

SHERLOCK: It wasn’t me who fell off the roof of the hospital. It was my twin brother!

MARIA gasps.

SHERLOCK: The twin brother who was secretly engaged to Moriarty!

JUAN gasps.

MARIA: But Moriarty was never dead. Moriarty is alive. Moriarty…is me!

She cackles.

Close-up: SHERLOCK’s face. JUAN’s face. MARIA’s face. A waiter’s face. A stray cat’s face.

MARIA: I will have my revenge!

She sashays out of the restaurant.

EVEN MORE DRAMATIC MUSIC.

JUAN and SHERLOCK kiss passionately.

Roll credits. THE END.

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Have we talked about the scene in the bar? Apart from the fact that it was - on purpose, I guess - very reminiscent of the Black Spur Bar in 10x01, we also got a neat little exchange between Dean and the “bartender” (he thinks it’s her, so).

The bartender has long blond curly hair, clothes with light colours.. both looking like Anne Marie but also like Mary. And their talk - what strikes me the most is how honest Dean was here. Sure, he didn’t talk about every supernatural thing occurring between them, but he told her the whole gist and even gave additional information: messed up kid, father issues, but no the dude she saw wasn’t the father (the father was absent). None of this information was necessary, and he could easily have lied about Donatello. Not like she would know, right? But no, he just flat out told her as much as he could. 

Then, he confesses that all he wanted was his father’s approval. That’s so huge. He just straight up told that a completely strange woman (one who suspiciously looked like Mary…). Not sure how much he talked about that in earlier instances of canon, but I find it significant here that he doesn’t treat it as something good. It’s not presented as something good by the bartender, she says she even tried to run away and that her mother never helped her. Still, she wanted her dad’s approval, despite everything that had happened

And Dean just… agrees? He doesn’t say “yeah I wanted that too but my father was right” or anything like this. Another piece of “evidence” that he’s both too tired for lying and also really this close to voicing how much John had affected him.

Various Batman Headcanons
  • It’s not so much that Batman sees killing as always morally indefensible as that he understands the role of the Batman as being more that of a doctor’s than of a soldier’s: a soldier must sometimes willingly kill somebody, a doctor must never. For Batman to kill willingly would be to break a sacred oath and, by so doing, invalidate the role entirely.
  • Bruce Wayne has a gorgeous baritone singing voice, which he keeps a closely guarded secret.
  • Adam West’s Batman is Dick Grayson’s retelling of their exploits.
  • Batman does have a sense of humor, but it’s incredibly dry. He’s also an expert level troll.
  • Of course Batman has a weapon to use against Wonder Woman, he’s just not about to let anybody know that. It’s a vial of centaur’s blood, the same thing that killed Hercules.
  • Batman also keeps a box for himself: in it is a gun the same make and model of Joe Chill’s. He keeps it clean and loaded at all times with exactly three bullets.
  • Bruce didn’t really celebrate any holidays until Dick came along.
  • Batman is just as much the conscience of the JLA as he is the brains.
  • Roughly 80% of Batman’s acquaintances are convinced he’s got superpowers of some sort. The JLA was collectively horrified when they finally learned that he was just Bruce Wayne in a suit with some fancy gadgets.
  • Bruce Wayne is actually surprisingly well-adjusted, despite Alfred Pennyworth’s claims to the contrary.
  • Bruce Wayne never stopped loving old movies, and every Sunday he tries to put aside two hours or so for a good classic.
  • Families who owe something to Batman will often display a small bat decal in a window of their home or place of business as a way to say thank you.
  • Martha Kent mails a box of homemade cookies, a couple of jars of preserve, and a hand-knit sweater to the Manor every Christmas. Bruce always makes sure to wear the sweater in public at least once, no matter how ridiculous it looks, and mails back some thoughtful little gift with a handwritten Christmas card.
  • Batman respects Green Lantern. That doesn’t mean he likes him. The two do not get along at all. Each claims that the other is simultaneously a tyrant and an anarchist, a threat to freedom and to the rule of law at the same time.
  • For a long time Bruce was the only one who knew that Captain Marvel was actually a ten-year-old child. Nobody understood why the poster child for acerbic and arrogant was so unfailingly patient with and considerate—even protective—of the polite and kind, if often naive, super-powered strongman.
  • Bruce Wayne and Talia really did love each other, and still do to an extent. However, they love their ideals more.
  • All of the younger affiliates of the JLA treasure a word of praise from Batman above all else. (Except for Robin, who practically levitates whenever Superman asks him for help.) The kids respect and admire all of the heroes, but Batman’s the one whose opinion they care about the most.
  • Gordon could discover and prove Batman’s identity if he set himself to it, but so long as Batman is on the side of justice he’s glad to remain ignorant.
  • For such a wealthy man, Bruce Wayne privately leads a very frugal lifestyle. Unused rooms in the manor are closed off, electricity is used sparingly, things are mended rather than replaced, and Dick, Jason, and Tim were all given fairly small allowances and taught to budget.  Damian refused to adjust to this, so Bruce finally just gave him his own bank account and stood back. (After the ten-year-old came up with and executed his own version of a Ponzi scheme, however, a new house rule was enacted, that any and all money-making plans had to first meet with the approval of Lucius Fox.)
  • Bruce tends to pitch his voice higher when in public and settle into his chest voice while in costume. This method keeps either persona from sounding like he’s disguising his voice, but means the two sound dissimilar enough to prevent suspicion.
  • Bruce goes out of his way to be charming in his socialite role but also out of his way to be grating in his crime fighter role. In his private, off-duty life, he’s quiet, has a dry wit, is a good listener, if not much of a talker, and is just generally pleasant to spend a quiet evening with.
  • When Green Arrow suggested that he get Oliver Queen to financially back the JLA Batman was the first to second the motion.
  • Bruce Wayne went on record for a long time as disbelieving in the Batman and after proof of Batman’s existence was irrefutable he made known his opinion that the man was a dangerous vigilante.
  • Clark Kent was assigned a story on Bruce Wayne shortly after ‘Gotham’s Son’ returned from abroad, the result being that Clark and Bruce became friends before Superman and Batman did.
  • Bruce Wayne dresses up as Superman for Halloween parties.
  • A running joke in the JL is that Batman is basically Chuck Norris. “Batman once had a brush with death. It took Death a month to recover.” “Batman can tell when a lie detector’s lying.” “Batman can’t only sense fear, he can also sense hope, like 'I hope Batman doesn’t punch me.’”
  • Batman and Superman have this thing where, whenever they have the chance, they spread misinformation about the other. “Batman is bald, that’s why he wears the cowl.” “Superman dyes his hair, does anyone actually think that black looks natural?” Stuff like that.
  • Bruce sleeps with a hand hiding his face and always has, since he was a kid. 

CAN I JUST SAY I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT YURI HAVING THIS INTENSE GUYLINER AND WITCHY DAVID BOWIE AESTHETIC?
LIKE HE IS GETTING EVEN EDGIER AND I’M SURE IT’S TO THE CHAGRIN OF HIS DADS
ALSO LOOK AT THAT HAIR QUIFF
HOW EDGY CAN HE GET
(ps: also otabek is also wearing purple and black and has his arm around Yuri’s shoulder and I’m going to go die because it’s so good)