also tiger i know it's not good but i hope you like it

Good Things that Happened in 2016

·         New chemotherapy breakthroughs have increased the 5-year survival for pancreatic cancer from 16% to 27% (and is getting better)

·         Scientists figured out how to link robotic limbs with the part of the brain that deals with intent to move so people don’t have to think about how they will move the limb, it can just happen.

·         Child mortality is down everywhere and it keeps going down.

·         Thanks to the ice bucket challenge the gene responsible for ALS has been found, meaning we are closer to an effective treatment. Let me rephrase that: we are close to getting a treatment for a very bad disease because a lot of people (including really hot celebrities) got wet.

·         A solar powered plan circumnavigated the world.

·         Michael Jordan donates 2mil to try and help bridge connection between police and the community.

·         Tiger numbers are growing.

·         And manatees.

·         And pandas.

·         Pakistan has made strides toward outlawing honor killings.

·         70,000 Muslim clerics declared a fatwa against ISIS.

·         Pokemon Go players went insane with placing lure modules near hospitals for sick kids.

·         California is now powering over 6 million homes with solar power, a record in the US (and that is the tightest shit)

·         Volunteers in India planted 50 million trees in 24 hours.

·         Apparently world crime as a whole has drastically declined as a whole in the last couple of decades.

·         Coffee consumption has been proved to help curtail cancer and suicide rates.

·         Speaking of coffee Starbucks figured out how to donate perishable food in a food safe way.

·         500 elephants were relocated to a better, safer and bigger home.

·         We made massive strides in Alzheimers’ prevention (my grandmother literally told me that scares her more than getting cancer this is very good news)

·         The ozone layer is repairing itself and all the work we did to get rid of those aerosol chemicals was actually worth it.

·         A new therapy developed in Israel could cure radiation sickness.

·         The Anglican church resolved to solemnize same-sex unions the same as opposite-sex unions which required a super majority of all three orders of the church (lay, clergy, bishop).

·         The Rabbinical Assembly issued a resolution affirming the rights of transgender and non-conforming individuals.

·         Precision treatments for cancer are hitting clinical trials and WORKING (as someone who’s had relatives with cancer this is the best news)

·         Dentists are once again providing free care to veterans who need it.

·         The Orlando Shakespeare Festival showed up with angel wings to block funeral-goers for the Orlando Pulse victims, view from anti-gay protesters

·         Rise Women’s Legal Centre opened

·         Death by heart disease has decreased by 70% in the United States

·         Two brothers saw color for the first time thanks to specially-designed glasses

• Portugal ran its entire nation solely on renewable energy for four days straight

·         A retiree is launching a project to transport 80 endangered rhinos to an Australian reservation to save the animals from poaching

·         An Afghan teacher has been delivering books via bicycle to villages that lack schools

·         Harriet Tubman is going to replace Andrew Jackson on the $20 bill.

·         200 strangers attended the funeral of a homeless WW2 veteran with no family

·         A teen battling cancer married his sweetheart

·         Bank firm pays for college tuition for the children of employees who died in the 9/11 attacks

·         New medicine has been shown to increase melanoma survival rate to 40%

·         Over 800 Boko Harem Hostages were rescued by Nigerian Army

·         Toys R Us is Offering Quiet Shopping Hour for kids with autism this holiday season

·         Volunteers made special tiny Halloween costumes for NICU babies

·         A 4-year old befriends a lonely man and helped him heal after losing his wife

·         Families grew

·         People survived c ancer

·         People overcame depression

·         Any kind of victory, even if it affects only one person,  is a victory

·         Now for the pop culture good news


·         There’s a new Harry Potter book

·         And a movie

·         Harry Potter has no plans on vanishing with time

·         This sweet father gave candy to passengers on a flight so his little girl could trick or treat on Halloween


·         Kung Fu Panda 3, this franchise is still going strong despite that its about a panda played by Jack Black

·         Jungle Book. The amazing remake none of us saw coming

·         Finding Dory. I haven’t seen it yet but I’ve heard good things

·         Kubo and the Two Strings. Haven’t seen that yet as well but its Laika so I know it’s a masterpiece

·         Deadpool. The beautiful and super accurate R-rated marvel film

·         Captain America: Civil War. Seriously is the best marvel movie yet in my opinion I need more.

·         Zootopia. Oh don’t mind me I’m just a movie that tackled the issue of racism and not only game changed animated films but also made a billion dollars

·         The Hamilton Mixtape is coming out. Which is a bunch of artists singing songs from the musical (Sia, Usher, Regina Spketor, etc.) I’m excited.

·         A personal victory for myself, I joined Tumblr and met angels in blog form so…that’s uplifting.

·         And I met my favorite voice actor at a con which was a bucket list accomplishment.

Good Things that have yet to happen this year

·         Birthdays

·        Thanksgiving

·         Black Friday

·         Moana

·         Christmas

Good things that have nothing to do with the year but will hopefully make you feel better

·         Puppies

·         Chocolate

·         Rainbows

·         Rain (I like listening to rain it’s one of the most calming sounds)

·         Cartoons

·         Kissing

·         Music

·         Friends

·         FF: If you are a religious person you are an imperfect masterpiece

·         FF: If you are not then you are a splendid coincidence

·         Any year spent with loved ones be they family or friends is a good year. Trust me.

·         ”A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it’s the only weapon we have” –Roger Rabbit


*Plz feel free to add other good news (even if it’s something small like you ate cheesecake THAT is good news)

*at the end of the year I plan to remake this list with new things, fixed mistakes and links but will be posting from my side blog @iamrainbow
Phil’s Livestream // 2.2.17

He’s wearing the black tiger bomber jacket

Thank you for all the lovely birthday wishes

He went for a jog today

Birthday haul

Martyn got him grey shoes with turquoise laces

“Damn I’m gonna look good in these”

He’s really bad at tying shoes

“I’m a sock guy”

He got a Rewined candle (it smells burnt vanilla-y)

He got a beetle jumper from his parents

Dan got him sushi gummies that have chopsticks and everything

He ate them on tour so it was made him nostalgic for tatinof

Taste test

He also got a book about socks, firefly on blu ray, and a terrarium that his friends made for him

“Don’t smash it like Dan did”

Dan also got him a big green lava lamp that he finds very relaxing

They hung out by the seaside a lot

They had afternoon tea which is his favorite part about living in the UK

His mum made him a cake that looked like he was lying in a ball pit

It wasn’t red velvet but there was so much flavor on top red velvet would’ve probably made him explode

He had lots of sugar induced dreams

“I was more garlic bread than human”

They watched Hunter for the Wilderpeople which he really liked 

He emu egg hatched into a full grown emu 

It’s name is Addywoo

“Don’t emu shame”

He wants the Nintendo Switch but big hands

“I’m like a titan”

Does Beauty and the Beast need a remake? Who knows? We’ll see

He wished for wishes but he told us he wished for wishes so does he get wishes who knows

He’s going to let Dan tell the falling story

“It was a mix of hilarious and genuine concern”

He actually did hurt his wrist and knee

“He’s a tall guy so it’s a long way to fall”

New AmazingPhil video 

“Mainly pregnancy is what it sounds like. So I may be pregnant.”

Maybe he predicted Beyonce’s babies 

The magic 8 ball confirmed that he’s the psychic link to Beyonce’s future

He asked the magic 8 ball some questions from us

“Don’t get the started on the quickening”

*Smacking the 8 ball* “Stop being rude”

It said yes to him getting a dog

“A dog is on the horizon”

He went on this cliff path with his family and Dan which was supposed to be really fun but it was a little too intense for him 

He stood in some sheep poo

If he does anything interesting he’ll do a Day in the Life but not just an ordinary day

Dan’s legs and eyebrows were never found btw

He had really great fish and chips last night

Groundhog Day 

He got sushi for his birthday celebration with his friends and they got a tasting menu it was nice

Who’s Your Daddy discussion 

New gaming video this weekend 

He played Mario Kart this morning 

The dead pigeon story

“I hope you’re all good and I hope you’ll have a lovely weekend… and as the magic 8 ball said you’re going to have a lovely day tomorrow”

Goodbye via emu residue 

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Cake Surprise

Summary: Being pleasantly surprised that Sebastian Stan shows up at the restaurant you work at, you take the extra step forward to make his birthday special.

Word Count: 2,063.

A/N: Before we start things off, I just wanted to say…HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE ALIVE, SEBASTIAN STAN. And of course, a very special thank you to my great friend, @galaxayy for coming thru with a cute idea!! Hope you guys enjoy <3 (ps: im a slut for feedback, k thx)

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Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where reader is Chibs’ niece and she really likes Jax even though he’s with Tara. Includes Tig x Reader friendship too :)

Originally posted by nikitassoul

“Do you think he’ll ever see me as more than just a kid?” You sip your glass of whiskey as you sit cross legged on Tig’s bed, one of your late night chats taking place.

Tig was one, maybe the only one, who knew of your gigantic crush on Jax. You could tell your best friend anything, and he knew you too well to be able to miss your feelings for the blonde biker. But all you seemed to be to Jax was Chibs’ kid niece, young and childish.

“I don’t know, sweetheart.” Tig says honestly as he leans against the head board, his legs outstretched as he nurses his own glass. “What I do know, though, is that you’ll never get your answer unless you tell him how you feel.”

You smile warmly in response, the gesture not meeting your eyes. Sighing deeply, you shake your head, taking a gulp of the amber liquid. “No point, Tiger. He’s loved Tara all his life.”

“Maybe, but the cracks are showing baby girl, and now is your time to shine if there was ever one.” You deliberate the statement in your mind as you’ve done many times before, even though deep down, you know you’ll never tell Jax how you feel.

The door to Tig’s room gets thrown open, the action catching you off guard as you jump. Your eyes widen as you see Tara standing there, the look on her face telling you she’s heard the whole conversation.

“I fucking knew it.” she seethes, you pushing yourself to stand up, ready just incase she tries to attack. She storms towards you, your empty glass dropping onto the bed. “I’ve been trying to warn him about you for months, but he just can’t see it.”

“Are you for real right now? If there’s anyone he needs to warned about its you.” You see Tig get up out of your peripheral vision, giving you space to stand up for yourself but also ready to stop the two of you from clawing each other to pieces.

Her anger turns to humour as she laughs in your face, the cocky smile on her lips something you’re just itching to scratch off. “I’m only gonna tell you once, so listen up. Jax is mine, he loves me. You’re just a desperate, worthless bitch.”

You don’t even realise you’ve slapped her until you feel the sting on your palm, her hand flying to her cheek to cradle her reddened skin. Your eyes flicker to Tig, a proud look on his face as he winks at you.

You can’t rest for long before Tara delivers a slap of her own, you swinging a punch in return as she falls to the floor. Before you know it, you’re both on the floor, the two of you shouting in anger as you fight.

You’re too busy seeing red to notice Tig come behind you, only realising he’s there when he drags you off of Tara, Jax pulling her roughly off the floor as you both try to escape from your captors. “What the fuck is going on?!”

You stop resisting Tig as Jax shouts, a stressed and confused expression on his face as he looks between you and your opponent. You place your hand on top of Tig’s as it rests on your waist, knowing you’re going to need his support before Tara even speaks.

“She’s fucking obsessed with you, that’s what!” Tara shouts, shoving Jax away from her. You feel like you might puke as you stand there, your big secret out in the open. “I questioned her about it and she attacked me!”

“I wouldn’t say calling me a worthless bitch is questioning me, but whatever floats your boat.” you spit sarcastically, ignoring Jax’s burning gaze. She lunges for you again, your clenching fist unneeded as Jax grabs her swiftly, yanking her backwards.

“Out, now!” he orders, leaving no room for refusal. Tara stares at him in shock, unable to comprehend that he’s talking to her. She scoffs, shrugging his grip on her away.

“Fuck you, Jax. I’m too good for this shit.” You look down at your feet at her words, feeling guilty for being partly to blame for their argument.

“Give us a minute, Tig.” You swallow nervously at Jax’s request, Tig removing himself from you. He looks at you for reassurance, not wanting to leave unless you’re okay with it. “I’m not mad, (Y/N).”

Relief floods you, your attention flickering to Jax’s pleading eyes before you nod at Tig, squeezing his arm as thanks before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

“Is it true?” Jax asks, breaking the tense silence. You stare at your feet as you nod in confirmation, a sigh leaving Jax’s lips. You watch as he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands running over his face as he tries to take in the new found information.

You shuffle on your feet awkwardly as he stares at the wall, brow furrowed as he thinks deeply. He shuffles over, tapping the space next to him, you complying as you shuffle over and sit down.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You roll your eyes, chuckling humourlessly as you pick a loose thread on your jeans.

“What would’ve been the point?” you ask quietly, not being able to look at Jax as he sits so closely, his eyes watching you as he waits for you to continue. “All I am to you is Chibs’ niece. Plus, you have Tara.”

“Had. I had Tara. I ended it just before you went all Jackie Chan.” he teases, nudging your body with his. You smile, shaking your head as you nudge him back, enjoying the closeness.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to say that I’m sorry to hear that. No offence but I kinda hate her.” Jax laughs at your honesty, his sparkling eyes meeting yours, your lungs feeling empty at the little distance between the two of you.

You force yourself to be realistic, smiling sadly at the biker. “Don’t worry, you can save the whole ‘I wanna be friends’ speech. I wasn’t expecting you to return my feelings.”

You stand up quickly, walking over to Tig’s chair and retrieving your jacket, tears prickling at your eyes as you try to resist breaking down. “I should be going anyway.”

You spin around, your eyes wide in shock as you see Jax lean down, his hands grabbing your face as he kisses you. You don’t respond at first, not sure whether you’re dreaming, until you realise this is real life and oh my god Jax Teller is kissing you.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back, his lips feeling nothing short of incredible as they move against your own. Your jacket is forgotten as you drop it to the floor, your hands moving to grip his biceps as his tongue slips into your mouth, your core tingling at the feeling.

Only when you’re completely breathless do you pull away, Jax resting his forehead against yours as the two of you struggle to breathe. You grip his shirt between your fingers, not wanting him to move and ruin the moment.

“We should do that more often.” you say, Jax smirking before he places his lips to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you as he hugs you.

“Sorry it took me so long.”

A/N - Wasn’t sure how I wanted to go about this but I’m pretty happy with how it came out!!! Thanks for reading, feedback is always appreciated ❤

Why Namjoon isnt accepted in the krap scene (and why thats a good thing)

  unpopular opinion and confession 

*****im not saying all krappers are like this btw chill ur dick

***also butthurt ppl dont come at me saying YEAH YOONGI TOO bc i shall make a post about him too i didnt forget about yall, always coming into namjoon rap posts and making it about yoongi

****My intention of this post is not to diss your faves or rappers in general. This isn’t a post that has the intention of throwing shade I am simply expressing my respect for an artist. 

I never really respected a lot of k-rappers. I do like some songs because they have a good beat but respect is something that an artist should earn. I respect rappers and groups like epik high, verbal jint, and tiger jk for influencing the krap scene for the good.

I wont touch on american rap but the krap scene is so generalized. Like hey have fake gold chains and a bunch of girls while I rap about shit that doesnt make people feel better about themselves with lyrics that i didnt even write. Many generalize culture, rap about degrading others, and you know all that shit. But let me tell you: RAP stands for RHYTHM AND POETRY.


Listen anyone can have their different perspective on poetry and maybe to someone “squad shit it g ma” is the most well thought out poetic verse that they have heard. 

But rapping all started when people were in pain, when people were in dark time period in life and spilling out their feelings through rhyme made them feel better and got them out of trouble. I`m not saying you need a depressing life story to be a rapper (you dont need a chicken to recognize an egg) but rapping is way more than some beats and a snapback, its a coping mechanism, maybe not always for the artist but definitely the audience.

I sound so old when I`m saying this but rapping isnt just talking fast, its a lengthy process of finding strong and meaningful word play, to beats and rhythms which compliment eachother which is then it put together in one song almost like a prayer.

and don`t come at me with the WELL I LIKE HOW IT SOUNDS, because these days i swear to god ANYONE CAN BE A RAPPER, and thats how it shouldnt be. 

They get others to write songs for them, songs usually have no smart wordplay or meaning and just talk in slightly faster pace. (i definitely find rap flow and speed a plus point in rapping). 

Rappers who arents even all that shit get praised and recieve so much attention and go on judging others just bc their not AS famous.

(random thought i really dislike smtm) Rapping isnt a childsplay. Common korean rap communities like smtm etc are extremely trashy to me.

 In 2015 during bangtan`s vacation Namjoon released his first mixtape (legendary) which proved his ability to write lyrics in both english and korean, write lyrics about depression happiness life hope etc, he made a damn song DISSING rappers who only have flow and lyrics that don`t make sense AND SPAT BARS SO FAST IM LIKE BOI BREATH, he teamed up with a western artist and recieVED EXTREME APPRECIATION IN THE AMERICAN RAP SCENE. 

If you don`t know he started rapping at 13 because he was going through a really low point in his life. He then started writing HIS OWN lyrics about his feelings and educated himself in hip hop and rap culture (he listened to a lot of nas and tupac what a man). He then joined an underground rap team which he gained skills like free-styling and flow (BOY CAN RAP SO FAST BRUH). But definitely his raps are extremely smart. He uses so much worldplay their almost like a riddle you need to figure out. Not only that he can rhyme and compose and has the qualities of a true rapper who IS PASSIONATE ABOUT MUSIC HE LET DOWN  HIS FAMILY TO BE A RAPPER DESPITE HAVING SO MUCH GRADES


Like when someone would think of k-rapper they would think Zico, Gd maybe, Jay Park, Dok2 (and if you are fans of common krappers thats okay) but I honestly feel as if rappers like them are so common. To me they don`t show anything exceptional. Its like comparing Eminem with Lil yatchy (you can like either and thats okay) but Eminem did his own thing with no influence from the stereotypical culture. In shows like SMTM or unpretty rapstar you definitely see the rap community come together and Im like boi why isnt joon there he can own yall asses.

Namjoon however is on a whole different level. He does in own thing without the influence of popular culture (which refers to his message in his song DO YOU). He raps about things that are special TO HIMSELF and doesnt care about others opinions. He never thinks about what others might think of his song or what he should do to catch the attention of the audience. He does what he likes to do and goes with HIS gut.

Namjoon is a special snowflake and I dont want him to be thrown in the *oh look another korean rapper lets put him in smtm and not let them grow as an artist* pile bc I feel as if thatll take away his authenticity.

I`m kinda happy that Namjoon doesnt associate himself with common rappers because he is way better than that. He strives to collab with artists of his choice, his taste, and doesnt go for popular or common people. 

Like you know what I`m trying to say. Imagine an exceptional student who isnt really popular among the folks. and all the students who get like c`s or b`s are extremely praised and popular.

Don`t get me wrong despite getting SO MANY opportunities like 4 features in official songs from other groups (one being korean hip hop legends MFBTY), being in the 4 things show , performing at multiple festivals individually,etc. I really don`t feel as if he reached the legendary rap title yet. He definitely was close to being “part” of the community as in 2014-2015 his rap career was highly active but is on the low now as a individual. 

  I appreciate Bangtan as a group and all the contributions of all 7 members  but since BTS is a group who produces their own music, one member can`t just go off making MVs while their writers do the job for their (cough cough, bts dont got writers they got mean namjoon) I know he is busy writing for bangtan, producing beats, and a whole lot of shit for the group and he is happy with doing that but that also takes away time from doing his solo rap career AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT.

He doesnt care of not being able to produce music all the time to the likings of krappers. He cares about Bangtan. He knows his potential and doesnt need to highly promote in order to prove his worthiness. He can promote small mixtapes or covers for his armys and he is content with that. His intention isnt to get famous, as he always says: i do this for the  music not the fame.

He does his own thing and doesnt worry about the drama. He is too good for them. Someone who is beyond expectations doesn’t mingle with people who are popular. They dont worry about irrelevants. They just keep on focusing on themselves and how to grow.

I can`t wait to see him become so well known as a rapper (he already is so high up in his journey) that everyone who looked down on him now want to be him.

Namjoon is a person who expressed that their isnt a right wrong with hip hop just passion
How To Kiss

So, I had a sultry, sexy intro devised to transition into this topic, but I’m sure you saw the picture I made for this, so let’s not beat around the bush. Today, I am going to teach you three things, which I have learned through great personal hardship combined with extensive research. But first, I know you have questions. Can I be trusted? Who am I to tell you how to kiss? Do I know how to kiss? Umm. Yes. But I have made a kisser’s resume for you, right here:

  • has lips
  • has kissed a good number of boys. Not prudish. Not slutty (Not that those labels are even slightly relevant or meaningful. No thank you, patriarchy). 
  • but seriously I’ve done some kissing in my day
  • the last three guys I kissed ALL TOLD ME I WAS A GOOD KISSER
  • numbers like that don’t lie

I rest my case. Now. Let it begin. My first topic is:


Okay, there are basically two ways you can do this: direct and indirect. Directly, you are the initiator of kisses. You put your mouth on his/her mouth. Indirect, you do some hair-twirling, eye-lash batting magic and make them kiss you. 


A big goal here is to not kiss anyone who doesn’t want to kiss you. That sounds terrible for every involved party. So. To make your intentions clear (but not like, weirdly clear) do the following:

  1. Touch. Anything from a casual physical contact while talking, or taking their arm while walking, or holding hands is a great way to indicate interest, and to break the touch barrier and make it a smooth transition into PUTTING YOUR MOUTH ON THEIR MOUTH. Sorry. I got excited. 
  2. Get close. Lean in while talking, snuggle up when appropriate. Physical closeness is the perfect precursor to any kiss.
  3. Optional: hand on face. I’m a fan of hand on face because it makes your intentions oh-so-clear, it helps to guide you in, and it also is just plain nice, as a kiss recipient. Other options include hand on waist, hand on shoulder, hand under chin, whichever strikes your fancy.
  4. Optional, again: ask. Some people hate to be asked, but it can be polite and sweet. If you’re uncertain, asking doesn’t hurt. Or just say, “I’d really like to kiss you,” or pay a genuine and personal compliment, like, “you’re so beautiful,” or “you’re incredible, you know that?” with lots of eye contact and coy smiling. 
  5. Close your eyes. Trust yourself to get your mouth safely to its destination. 
  6. Put your lips on their lips! Always closed mouth at first. For the love of all that is holy, go in with your mouth closed. Please don’t terrorize the kissing population with an open mouth on impact.


The steps for direct and indirect initiation are going to look the same for a while.

Except instead of step three, you’re going to do the eyes-mouth-eyes gaze maneuver, a maneuver which has never failed me. I repeat, never failed. So, here we go: The eyes-mouth-eyes gaze maneuver. It is shockingly self explanatory. You, at a reasonably close distance, look at their eyes, smile a little, hold for a second, look at their mouth, maintaining mysterious smile, and then look back to their eyes if they aren’t already kissing you. Which they should be. Because this maneuver is like, universal code for “kiss me now, please.” If the maneuver fails, it is easily transitioned out of, and makes for great flirting regardless of outcome.

Now, my second topic of conversation:


Now that you have achieved your goal, your lips are touching, it’s all about what you do with those lips. Kissing does come down to personal preference a lot of the time, but I’ve listed a few good things to do, and a few bad things to do, with both mouth and hands. 


  • Pay attention to their responses. Match pace, and force. You can take the lead, but be a benevolent leader. No need to scare anyone with kissing too hard or fast too soon. That’s how you get your teeth clinked on their teeth, which is rookie stuff. 
  • Know where to put your hands. For girls, this mostly means small of her back, her face, and her hair. A hand in your hair, or playing with a girl’s hair while kissing is delightful. For guys, this will be his back, shoulders, and face and hair, again. It’s super nice. If you’re brave, there are other places for hands to be, but as far as a polite, basic kiss, this is what you need to know.
  • Use your tongue nicely. Which means intermittently, and not too forcefully. Use it to trace one of their lips; use it gently and play it by ear. 
  • Let it come naturally. Kissing is not difficult; it’s almost instinctive. Have faith in yourself. However, when it comes to tongue, err on the side of caution.


  • GO IN WITH AN OPEN MOUTH. Don’t, don’t ever. This is scary.
  • Too hard, too fast. Ease into it, tiger. If you rush in, guns blazing, people get scared.
  • Ignore signals. Your partner will usually kiss the way they want to be kissed, and so should you. Listen to each other. This also goes for hands; if a partner puts their hands where they are not welcome, just take them and guide them back. This should be enough of a hint. The opposite is also true; be aware and respectful of boundaries. 
  • All tongue, all the time. Change it up, and for the love of god don’t leave your tongue limp in their mouth. That’s terrible. 


In writing this, I realized I don’t actually remember how most kisses end. However I don’t remember it ever being awkward, which means it’s probably pretty instinctive. Just be nice, all the time; that’s the best advice there is. Whether it’s a non-committal make out or a kiss you hope to repeat, smile a lot, be nice, and leave them wanting more. 

As always, I hope this helps! Go out, put your lips on one another, kiss passionately and without remorse. Heaven knows I do. 

With Love, 


Stay In (Wooseok x Reader)

Rating: M, with a dash of fluff

(A/N) Ahoy, me hearties! lol Today we embark on a new adventure that it isn’t NCT related! Say whhhaaaaaaaa??? That’s right, here’s the first of my many Pentagon fics, a cute fluffy smut with our favorite gangly-limbed and tall maknae: Wooseok! Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

“We can’t go out.”

“But I want to.”

“It’s too cold.”

“But it’s just so pretty out, Wooseok,” you whined, wiggling in his arms childishly while you laid in your bed. He didn’t let you budge an inch, content to just snuggle with you for the rest of the day.

His eyes were closed, he was relaxed as he replied, “Classes were cancelled, why don’t we just stay in…and stay warm?”

You huffed, turning in his hold until you faced him, nose to nose, “You’re such a big baby you know that?”

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Concept: the little eel faces on Kaldur's hands change their expression depending on his mood

Being a good archer means having a good eye for detail, and Artemis has never been anything but excellent.

So it’s understandably galling when she realizes, three years into their friendship, that Kaldur’s tattoos are more than they seem.

They’re at the annual League Winter Solstice Party when she first notices, snatching his wrist as he’s about to hand Harper (on a short break from his fruitless quest to find whoever-the-fuck, Speedy, the first Roy Harper) a glass of mulled wine.

“Why are your tattoos happy,” she slurs, squinting through the pleasant buzz of alcohol. The Watchtower falls under international rules when it comes to alcohol–everyone eighteen and over is legal, and like any self-respecting American teen, she’s taking advantage while she can.

“Can they be happy? Harper, hey, Roy,” she says, and shoves Kaldur’s hand in Roy’s face. She gestures to the smiling eels that adorn Kaldur’s hands. “Am I drunk? Why are his hand snakes so, so smiley?”

Roy hmm’s, faking intrigue while shooting Kaldur an amused look. He probably thought Artemis didn’t see it, which she totally did, because detail, but she chooses not to mention it. Because, well, answers.

“No clue what you’re talking about, Blondie,” Roy says, smirking. “Does someone need a glass of water, kiddo?”

“Fuck your water,” Artemis murmurs, dropping Kaldur’s wrist. She steals the mulled wine first, downing it in one gulp to prove a point.

Roy throws his hands up in mock defeat. “Careful, Kal,” he jokes, “Looks like we got a badass over here.”

Kaldur smiles, warm with amusement at their antics. “A badass who I sincerely hope doesn’t think that a hangover will be getting her out of training tomorrow,” he teases gently, eyes dancing.

It’s a look that she doesn’t get to see on him often, Artemis realizes with a pang. Suddenly nostalgic, she throws her arms around the both of them, drawing them together.

“We should dance,” she asserts firmly, gesturing drunkenly with one heel-clad foot at the impromptu dance floor. Zattanna and Rocket are already up there, swaying drunkenly to Nat King Cole. “C’mon.”

She manages to pull the two of them to the floor, all three rocking gently in awkward tandem before Wally comes and pulls her away for a dance of their own–Kaldur I can understand, but don’t tell me you’re leaving me for Harper of all people, babe–and as she’s pulled away she sees Roy throw Kaldur’s arms over his shoulders as he leads the other man in a drunken waltz.

As Wally spins her around the room–he’s had three times the number of drinks as her, at least, but speedster metabolisms and so on–she catches a glimpse of Kaldur’s face tucked over Roy’s shoulder, blush flushing his high cheeks bones. She can see the little eels, too, grinning, where they rest on the strong muscles of Roy’s neck.

Well I’ll be damned, she thinks, and resolves to tease the two of them with this story when they finally get their shit together.

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fluffytone  asked:

I loved the pregnancy scenario so much! Could i request a scenario of Yurio P and his s/o with their smol son or daughter and they are just like their father? A grumpy cinnamon punk kitten? (They also got his beautiful blond hair❤)

This is probably one of my favorite requests I’ve received. I had so much fun writing this and ugh I’m super proud of it !!!!! I left the name of the child open for your imagination, since I have no idea what Yuri would name his kid. I really hope you like! This is sort of a sequel to this request. Thank you for the request; I really love it! <3

“Eat your vegetables hun,” you say to encourage your daughter who hasn’t touched the cooked carrots on her plate. “You need them to grow big and strong. You don’t want to be weak when you go skating with dad, do you?”

“But I don’t want to,” she mumbles, crossing her arms over her small torso, covering the tiger face that adorns the front of her black shirt. You wish she wasn’t so stubborn, but she’s just like her father. A female, six-year-old version of the Russian Punk. “They don’t taste good. I want something else!”

You sigh and go back to eating, not in the mood for your daughter’s antics. You glance at Yuri, silently begging him to help you out here. It’s enough that she takes after him in every aspect. It blows your mind that you carried her for nine months, only to have her come out looking and acting exactly like her father. She has his face shape, his green eyes, that beautiful blond hair that grown long enough to reach her waist, and his rebellious personality. She’s the splitting image of Yuri, but she has your nose, at least.

Yuri catches your pleading gaze and nods, understanding what needs to be done. Your daughter will always listen to him. It pisses you off somewhat that she favors him over you and only gives you attitude, but you love her either way. Sometimes you feel like you’re waging war against the two of them, both of them being so edgy and cold at times. At the end of the day, though, you cherish your little family with all of your heart.

“Sweetheart, you need to eat your vegetables,” Yuri reiterates, pointing his fork across the table at your daughter. “If you don’t, mom and I will be very upset.”

“You won’t be able to come skating with your dad anymore; you could get hurt from lack of nutrients,” you add. Your daughter’s face scrunches up in anger.

“Dammit!” the little blonde yells, pounding her fists on the table and making the water inside of her glass spill a bit.

Your silverware clatters deafeningly against your plate as you drop your silverware. Your gaze snaps beside you to Yuri, who is stifling laughter with a fist to his mouth. He glances at your shocked expression, your eyes wide and jaw clenched.

“Where did she learn to say that, Yuri?” you ask slowly, your anger making itself obvious in your voice. You turn your head to look at Yuri, who has an amused smile on his face. The passive aggressive smile on your face makes Yuri’s skin crawl; he gets scared of you when you’re mad. His laughter dies down and he clears his throat, a scared expression replacing the smile that was there.

“No idea,” he mutters, going back to eating his own food. “It might have been Viktor and Katsudon. They’ve been watching her skate, too, you know.” Yuri doesn’t look at you, and you know he’s guilty. You just sigh and decide to let it go; it’s not the worst word he’s said in front of your child, so you’re grateful she isn’t repeating those words.

You tell your daughter not to say that word again and to finish her food, which she finally complies. Yuri takes her into the living room to watch television while you clean up and do the dishes. You’re just grateful to be able to get a moment to yourself. You love your daughter with all of your heart, but she can be a handful.

Ever since she was young, she’s been defiant and strong and proud. It makes you happy that she won’t grow up to be someone who is easily manipulated or pushed around, but you just wish she wouldn’t favor her father over you. You know it’s only a phase and that she’ll grow out of it, but you want to cherish these moments. She won’t be small forever. She’s bound to grow up at some point.

With a sigh, you put the remainder of dishes away and head to the living room to enjoy the rest of the evening with your little family. You enter the darkened living room to find Yuri and your daughter curled up on the sofa together, the light from the television illuminating them. Yuri has his legs sprawled out across the cushions with his head resting against the back of the couch with his eyes closed; the smaller of the two is curled up in his lap, resting against his chest and appearing to be dozing off.

You grab the remote and turn down the volume of the television so it doesn’t disturb the peace that’s made its way into your home. You stand and admire your two favorite people for a moment before Yuri’s eyes flutter open. He looks at your with tired eyes and sticks his arm out towards you.

“I was watching that,” he mutters, voice already deep from grogginess. “Make it up to me. Come here.” You chuckle and comply with his request.

You carefully crawl onto the couch and wedge yourself into the small space between the back of the couch and Yuri’s legs. You lay so your head is on his shoulder and put and arm around his waist. You take in the peaceful look on your daughter’s sleeping face for a moment and let out a content sigh.

“I think we did alright,” Yuri says quietly, his hand finding your back and rubbing small circles there. “She’s the greatest gift we ever got, huh?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, allowing your eyes to close. You feel more relaxed than you have in quite a long time. “I love you guys. I lot. My two kittens.” Yuri chuckles at that. He continues rubbing your back, slowly lulling you to sleep.

“We love you, too.”

Stephen Strange/Reader | Magic Hands

did anyone ask for this? no. did i do it anyways bc i have an unhealthy obsession? yes. ive never written smut before so excuse my crap writing thanks,, also this is preaccident obvi, i figure hed be more inclined to have spontaneous sex considering his egos as huge and apparent as my crippling depression //shot 🕷️💋

Originally posted by easyriderhanson

Warning: NSFW/Smut

You happily moved to the rhythm of the music as you spun around the kitchenette, using your spoon as a microphone. You were quite enjoying yourself. You spun again, this time over to the stove, where you turned the heat on low to let the pan sit.

You then continued to dance in the most awkward way possible, but you simply couldn’t help yourself with the disco pop that was blaring. If only Stephen were home, he’d love -

“Gimme Gimme Gimme. Abba. 1979,” you heard the apartment door close.

“Spot on, Mister Strange.”

“Doctor Strange.”

“Right, sorry,” you turned to face him, his hands immediately making their way to your hips.

“Whatcha cookin’ good lookin’?”

You giggled, a hand making its way up his chest, “You’ll have to wait and see, Doctor.” He inhaled sharply at the nickname and at your touch, a warm feeling spreading throughout him.

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my highlights list of Owl City songs

maybe you’ve only heard like “fireflies” and you dont have shit taste and aren’t a coward and so you’ve always hoped i’d make a list of imo extra standout owl city songs; maybe i just wanted to make something like this list even though i didnt try that hard to cut it down and it would change every day and i dont think i dislike any of his songs and could give reasons why i especially like some element of pretty much each of them

Assuming Everyone’s Also Heard: VANILLA TWILIGHT (Ocean Eyes), GOOD TIME (The Midsummer Station)
they’re both amazing. vanilla twilight is intense and good for when you’re looking at a nice sunset and feeling brave. shaq is in the music video. that carly rae jepsen and adam young happened to team up was a great move by whoever initiated it, and good time is iconic, and there’s a version where carly rae jepsen is also singing the chorus and its better but i dont really know how to search for it in particular because its otherwise identical

***HELLO SEATTLE*** (Ocean Eyes)
this was on the radio too so it couldve gone in the above section but it needs its own. im not sure i’d say this is officially my favorite owl city song but if someone hadnt heard anything by owl city this is the one i’d choose to represent his entire vibe and be the first impression. and you’d think nobody could possibly remix it but adam young himself did and its fantastic and relatable even though the only lyrics are the occasional words “hello seattle.” technically the first version of this song is on the album “of june” and theyre both good but i like the ocean eyes version best

the most upbeat song on the album probably. adam young is very very good at lyrics and some elements of this include his imagery, rhythm, alliteration, wordplay, and general ability to make the words in a song both euphonic in the sound along but also be very Pretty content wise. ok im most serious about how good he is with lyrics so maybe i’ll be more concise after this one

owl city songs aren’t depressing or even really Sad even when they’re sad (w/ some exceptions…cough silhouette) but they’re good if you are / have been a Sad Person Who Lives In Their Head because thats what a lot of the songs are about / the perspective theyre from. this one sounds like that and also like an overcast day

***IF MY HEART WAS A HOUSE*** (Ocean Eyes)
the Best love song of the whole discography imo. it goes hard as fuck. i don’t date but for the duration of this song i have a gf/bf/nb-f

one of the best and another one of the best love songs. im especially partial to the winter theme now o course. this super cool thing happens in the middle with amazing lyrics and this volume effect. the instrumental versions of this and if my heart was a house are also killer

ANGELS (All Things Bright And Beautiful)
adam young loves jesus a whole lot; this song is about literal christian angels. i love the alliteration of the lines “in the dust on the cellar staircase / a pair of footprints followed me / i saw a flicker in the fake fireplace”. not many owl city songs are from both an upbeat perspective AND have upbeat music, and this one’s chorus really goes for it. adam y.’s pretty excited about jesus stuff i think and so when he channels that in songs especially about jesus, it’s pretty energetic. but for the most part his songs arent overtly christian save maybe some passing references, so if thats a concern dont worry

for example, this one definitely has a jesus line. but this is just one of the references to an unspecified “he” which means it could also just be interpreted as gay. (owl city belongs to the gays btw) and this really is a song to go ham to and listen to it with stereo speakers because one of my fave parts relies on that. the intro is a bit jarring because the outro of “january 28, 1986” is meant to transition into this one

DEMENTIA (The Midsummer Station)
i’d put this as a highlight but recognize its coz its a personal fave. it sounds like it would be incredibly depressing of course but it has nothing to do with actual dementia thank god. it’s a love song and very upbeat in both sound and content. i’m hugely partial to the lyrics, especially the pairs “every light in the night flickered in and out / every bone in my back shivered up and down”; “every voice in my head shouted yes and no / every freight train of thought fought to stop and go”; “every tear in my eyes dripped and wouldn’t drop / every disc in my spine shook and couldn’t stop” and “every hand let me go that i tried to hold / every warm-hearted love left me freezing cold”

he has a bunch of random christmas singles and this ones the best. the titles ridiculous and i love it, and the song isn’t really about anything and i love it. it is such a bop. “peppermint winter” and “humbug” are the other best xmas ones

half the songs on this album are summery dancey songs about having fun with other people (usually owl city songs are about being lonely or having fun with one other person tops by cloudwatching, so this album is unusual in that regard and rocks out a bit which is also unusual as per owl city’s tendency to sound really dreamy or otherwise fairly light. it bothers people who are in the “the old stuff is better” camp of everything) and the other half are upbeat summery songs that are encouraging and tell you you’re a good and special person. this one is the latter and a lot of fun. i like the lyrics and melody of the lines “fan a flame so hot it melts our hearts” and “let your colors burn and brightly burst / into a million sparks that all disperse / and illuminate a world that’ll try to bring you down” (but not this time)

GOLD (Midsummer)
same category song as above (title refers to “i know you’re gold”). it’s great and sung to a person about to go off and do something and you’re telling them they can totally do it because they’re great. i maintain that one of the Owl City Signature Moves is The Affectionate Sigh: he’s very good at working in words sung with a rising/falling tone, a la a sigh, and its an upbeat delivery not like a “im sad” sigh. when it happens in this song is my favorite part of the whole thing, at the end of the line: “you’ll never be far, i’m keeping you near, inside of my heart, you’re he^re”

the songs on ultraviolet all have a super cool sound, kind of mixing the more loud/layered/noisy quality of midsummer station with the more introverted vibe he usually has, and are all kind of about being stressed and sad but looking to something or someone and kind of seeing a chance to feel okay. “this isn’t the end” is completely about a girl who’s dad kills himself but it has the really good line “you fight to survive cuz you made it this far” and otherwise has a technically uplifting end but without much of the “you shouldnt kill yourself because life is magical” bs which is useless and irrelevant imo but instead the “life is chaotic and you cant say the future is going to be good but it exists and meanwhile you’re not dead yet” which is an infinitely more thoughtful approach. but anyways, about beautiful times: its also about being happy but usually being really sad (“this fight of my life is so hard (so hard, so hard) but i’m gonna survive, oh oh these are beautiful times,”) and also isnt very patronizing about the subject (the prospect/aspiration of feeling happy when you’re a Sad Person) and frames everything in having had damagingly negative feelings while still being overall positive. i really like the way he sings into the first few verses with an echo of what will be the first couple of words, overlapping slightly and growing in volume before taking you right into the actual start of the verse. this is the most upbeat sounding song of the EP imo

THUNDERSTRUCK (Mobile Orchestra)
the intro alone is killer. one of the most Go Hard to songs of the owl city discography. proudly carries the tradition of singing about ghosts (see: plant life, a fun-to-sing-along-to song all about an actual haunted house)

this album has a lot of sounds that, while familiar, are different from any of the other albums, like this one which is very very country. it goes hard as fuck. it uses the word “fireflies” for the first time since fireflies. i love it

personal fave of the album is mostly why this is here. as the title suggests its a dramatic love song, i love how pumped the chorus is and the way the outro sounds. Love To Sing Along

this is peak “happy music, sad lyrics” even though thats everywhere in owl city music, its pretty rare to find songs that are straightforwardly happy. this song is a banger and lyrically crushing. i guess its in the “bittersweet” category like a shit ton of owl city songs are, but still. this song changed our lives

has this sick chill drumbeat throughout the song which is kind of rare. it kind of fuses his underwater type sound with his going hard as hell sound. like, it would be like the choreography of “bet on it” if i was listening to this song while standing up. you get really into the lyrics. i love this part at the end where the music pulls back for just a second while he goes “the thought is KILLING me!” shoutout to “kamikaze” where he yells half of it and its invigorating, shoutout to “paper tigers” which is an amazing song that hasnt shown up on an album

SUNBURN (Ocean Eyes)
possibly the cutest owl city song. it has a sweet guitar riff. cute sweet, not sickass sweet.

possibly the happiest owl city song. extremely cute but not as cute as sunburn but happier than sunburn.

killer intro, really upbeat, the melody of the verses is great and the chorus goes pretty hard

RAINBOW VEINS (Maybe I’m Dreaming)
another top level cute and happy song (“cheer up and dry your damp eyes, and tell me when it rains, and i’ll blend up that rainbow above you, and shoot it through your veins”) and has a top tier chilled out whispery interlude/bridge/whatever that then throws you into this pumped up finale

speaking of being thrown into a pumped up finale, this does that too. so does “umbrella beach.” this one goes hardest imo and the live version of it goes even harder than that. plus the lyrics are amazing and the alliteration is stellar

***SUPER HONEYMOON*** (Maybe I’m Dreaming)
consistently one of my top tier faves. i like the semi staccato delivery of parts of the lyrics, the music is fantastic, also very Classic Example of owl city

super dreamy and pretty and bittersweet sounding, classic

a bop!!! electronica on electronica

so fun and sounds like a song to be going to the beach to

YOUTOPIA (ft. Adam Young)
obvs not owl city but i’m putting it in, the full 4 min version. not only dreamy and bittersweet but one thing i always love in music is an unresolved musical phrase repeating on end. there’s also this part in the middle where his vocals kind of layer and grow and it has a long E sound and when he lingers on the long E its one of those things that would be grating except for its actually great because of that. see: honey and the bee

MR. HEARTACHE (ft. Adam Young)
a total bop about being sad. like i wanna jump around to this song. see: tokyo, the song by adam young (owl city) featuring the artists of this one, SEKAI NO OWARI, which has my fave lyric “are you having fun yet, i’ll send you the sunset, i love the most”

FIREFLIES (Said the Sky remix)
the intro to this is like, oh my god. the only fireflies remix the world needs.

UMBRELLA BEACH (Long Lost Sun remix)
the original is great but i love this version even more. the finale is fantastic and exuberant

THAT’S IT i could include all the songs because i have good things to say and specific things to point out about each of them. for example: dental care is a masterpiece of puns. puns are a running theme in owl city. so is ghosts, the sky, the ocean, and The Affectionate Sigh. if you listen to enough songs you find repetitions of certain phrases like “oh darling i wish you were here,” “i feel like a postcard, i wish you were here,” “like hundreds of postcards, that say i wish you were here” and someone should make a post of all of them. it would be me if i had a laptop. anyways i like owl city you’re welcome for this post

swaggardenergentlemen  asked:

For the prompt thingy if you're still doing it 16

16 - “Just shut up and kiss me”

“You want me to do what?!” Jeremy shrieked, almost throwing his plate of food into the air in the process. A few stray kids looked over in Jeremy’s direction before choosing to just ignore the actions of the loud boy. 

“You heard me,” Chloe smirked as Brooke settled Jeremy back into his seat. 

“Chloe,” Jeremy began, desperately trying to get his words out, “come on that’s really unnecessary.” But the girl kept up her mischievous look, locking eyes with Jeremy. That way he knew he wasn’t getting out of this. 

After the school had been rid of the infectious CPU Jeremy had come to realise that his experiences with Chloe and Brooke during that time had not been… ideal. They were forced and confusing for both girls and Jeremy had had no say in his actions at the time, leading to some awkward situations he would much rather never experience again. With some convincing from his best friend Michael, Jeremy had built up the courage to confront the girls in the cafeteria during lunch to apologise and explain, though there wasn’t much need. Both Chloe and Brooke understood the situation perfectly and were happy to forgive the boy. However, Jeremy should have known to stop there. In an attempt to solidify his apology, he had plainly stated that “I am completely over you both, I promise. I can even prove it if you need.” That was his first mistake. 

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All About You

Pairing: JinyoungxReader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Lots of fluff

(I originally posted this on my personal for another blogger, but I loved it so much that I decided to put it on here for you guys!)

Originally posted by got7-out

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CS FF: Never Say Neverland

Summary: Emma learns Killian is in Neverland and travels there to find a way to bring him home.

Rating: G

Note: So I was super confused by the promo for next episode.  I really just need CS to be reunited already.  I would love for it to happen like this.  Also, I have no clue how all of the portals work between realms so please forgive anything that doesn’t make sense.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Never Say Neverland: Part 1/1….

Never again.  Killian had sworn that he would never again set foot on this infernal island.  But he was starting to learn to never say never.

It had taken nearly an hour, but Killian had finally managed to evade the Lost Boys.  He had encountered Tiger Lily along the way and she had distracted the boys long enough for Killian to get away.  He had taken shelter in the Echo Cave.  

Killian smiled, as he stood in the exact spot where he had first revealed his true feelings for Emma.  That meeting her made him believe he could love again.  Their first kiss had opened up his heart in ways he didn’t think were possible anymore.  

And now look how far they had come. They were going to get married until everything came crashing down.  He needed to get back to Emma. He needed to make things right between them and help save her from Gideon.  

Killian sat down on a rock, his legs aching from all of the running.  He pulled the shell Ariel had given him out of his pocket.  He wasn’t sure Emma had heard him the first time, nevermind all of the times since that he had reached out to her.  He needed her to know he hadn’t abandoned her and that he was fighting like hell to get home to her.  

He held the shell up to his mouth.  “Emma, I hope you can hear me.  I am trying to get home to you, love.  I procured a magic bean and created a portal, but it brought me to Neverland instead of home to you.  I think my banishment is blocking my portal home.  But I won’t give up, Emma.  I won’t stop until we are back together.  I hope you are safe, Swan.  I love you.”

Killian bowed his head, as he felt tears fill his eyes.  What if he never got home to her?  Or what if it turned out to be too late by the time he did?

Emma cradled the necklace with Liam’s ring on it that Killian had given her.  Less than an hour ago, she had learned that the Black Fairy was in Storybrooke.  She made it clear that she was controlling Gideon.  Emma felt sorry for him now.  She knew what it felt like not being in full control of your actions.  

The Black Fairy had ordered Gideon to take away the shell necklace, so Emma couldn’t even hear Killian’s voice anymore.  Hearing his voice had brought her comfort.  She was relieved when she would hear it because that meant he was okay.  It made her feel connected to him.  But the Black Fairy denied her even that small comfort.  

Emma didn’t know how she was going to be able to defeat the Black Fairy, but she knew one thing.  She was always stronger with Killian by her side.  She needed to bring him back.  If only she knew where he was.  He couldn’t come through a portal to Storybrooke, but she knew she could go through one to him in whatever realm he was currently in.  Then, maybe, together they could figure out a way to break the spell and allow him to travel back to Storybrooke.

Her eyes widened as a sudden thought hit her.   Gold could help her find where he is.  Emma stood up and quickly made her way to the front door.  She arrived at Gold’s shop a few minutes later.

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In Training ~ Arcanine

This is the first fic in my Crossover Pokemon/Wrestling Series. Please bare with me, as I haven’t played Pokemon since I lost my 3DS a year and a half ago. {However, I did have help from the wonderful @i-kneel-for-king-loki }

Description: Dean Ambrose is a trainer and comes across an Arcanine and manages to capture it, he then brings her back home and trains her.  

Warnings: Smut, Mentions of being abandoned in the past. 

Notes: There’s a lot of pet names in this fic. I always THOUGHT arcanine looked like a tiger with a lion’s mane, but it’s a dog type pokemon. The pet name Kitten is in this A LOT, mostly because when it comes to Dean Ambrose, I’ve always had a kitten kink. So don’t bother sending me hate if it is to tell me that Arcanine is a dog, I already know. Also, there is a part in this fic that my inspiration came from one of @kailynnyukari21 fics, it’s the part that involves the ‘treats’. 

Totally Random Note: This is I believe.. The first fic I’ve written without anyone else helping me, besides with knowledge. No edits from anyone else, simply had @i-kneel-for-king-loki and @imagines–assemble read over it to make sure it made sense and looked good. I’m feeling pretty damn proud of myself in this fic. 

Also, this may be a bit longer than my other fics. I didn’t really care to look at the word count. ANYWAYS, let’s get this goin’. I hope you enjoy! 

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You were out in the middle of an open field, wandering around without a care in your head. You were hunting around for food and possibly some dropped items. Peeking around through the tall grass in the field, you saw trainers passing by. Making sure you wouldn’t get caught, you turned and went the other way to continue on your little scavenger hunt.

Dean was making his way to a field that was usually ignored by most trainers. He knew better, he’d been pegging after this gorgeous Arcanine that he wanted for his own. Every time he’d try to catch this pokemon, she’d always manage to escape. He approached the field and narrowed his eyes as he gazed over the blades of tall grass, looking for any sign of movement. He held the leash and collar that he had firmly in his hand. He finally caught sight of very little movement, and it happened to be near him. He grinned and licked his lips as he put the leash and collar in his pocket and clenched and unclenched his hands. He removed his leather jacket and set it on the shorter grass quietly so the creature wouldn’t hear him. Ambrose then made his way into the field stealthily. 

You were sniffing around for items, having come across the usual everstone. You growled softly and tossed it aside, finding it useless. Your ears perked up as you heard slight movement, causing you to look around closely to see if you saw anything out of the ordinary.

Dean bit his lip as he saw you looking at your surroundings, holding his breath and staying hidden as he realized he’d been the cause of you being cautious. He released his breath as he saw you go back to searching for dropped items. He smirked and dug into his pocket for a rare candy and tossed it a few feet in front of him, crouching down low as he waited quietly to see if you’d take the bait. 

You sniffed the air again and caught scent of candy, licking your lips as you growled, as if claiming it and letting the other pokemon nearby know that it was yours. You grinned as you caught sight of the candy you’d smelled and licked your lips again. Approaching the candy and picking it up, you unwrapped it and popped it in your mouth, purring softly as the flavor took over your mouth, wiggling your ass happily.

Dean caught sight of the Arcanine he’d been after for so long, gasping very softly at its beauty up close as he quietly fished out the collar and leash he’d put in his pocket. There was no way in hell that he was going to let her escape this time.

He watched as she wiggled her ass, growling quietly himself. He attached the leash to the collar, wrapping the leash around his hand firmly as he held both ends of the leather collar he’d chosen specifically for Arcanine. He saw her get on her hands and knees, which is when he chose to strike.

You turned your head as you heard movement nearby, about to stand up again, however, you were being held down in the grass, hearing a man growling. You turned your head to gaze at the trainer, catching sight of gorgeous blue eyes. You felt as he put the leather collar around your neck and buckled it. He’d taken care not to make it too tight, nor too loose.

Dean smiled triumphantly as he helped the creature up and grabbed her by her chin, gazing into her deep brown eyes. His breath caught in his throat, as did hers. He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, cupping her face in both hands, repeating the motion with both thumbs now. Not once did his gaze falter from hers. “I-I can’t believe I finally caught you..” He whispered in disbelief, as if he was questioning if you were really there with his collar on. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful..”

You bit your lip and flushed deeply as you noticed how close he was and at his last words. You nuzzled your cheek against one of his hands, purring softly and closing your eyes.

Dean smiled softly and watched you nuzzled his hand. “Have I been lucky enough to catch an affectionate kitten?” He chuckled softly when you turned your head to give a few kitten licks to his palm. He pulled you close to him and gently held your chin, pressing his thumb against your lower lip, earning him a soft purr. “Does my pretty kitten have a name she’d like me to call her?”

You nodded lightly and smiled softly, hearing his breath hitch as he took in the sight of your bright, beautiful smile. “Y/n.” You spoke softly. 

Ambrose nodded and gave a sweet smile. “I’ll make a tag for your collar sometime with it on there, but I’m not gonna forget such a beautiful name. It matches your beauty perfectly..” He spoke softly to soothe you as he knew you were probably nervous about being a fresh catch. “Does my kitten want to come home with me so I can train her to be a good girl for me? Huh?” 

You nodded and bit your lip shyly. “Y-Yes please.” 

Dean chuckled and walked over to grab his leather jacket from the ground. Turning around as he was about to put it on himself, he saw you shiver and frowned. “Is my baby girl cold?” He asked, walking over to you. 

You shook your head no and hugged yourself. You didn’t want to seem weak already, afraid that if you did, your new owner that you’d quickly grown attached to might release you.

Dean shook his head and walked up to you, placing his jacket over your shoulders to warm you up. “No need to be scared, sweetheart. I’ve been after you for a while. I’d never release you. Even if you were weak, I’d keep you and train you to strengthen you.”

You flushed lightly and slid your arms into the sleeves of the jacket and growled happily at the welcoming warmth, not to mention the scent of your new trainer that happened to flood it. You gripped the opening of the jacket and pulled them together, hugging yourself as you were dazed by how comforting the warmth and scent were.

Ambrose smiled, watching as you were acting like a kitten getting high off catnip, just due to his jacket. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and gently kissed your neck, lightly nibbling and suckling at the flesh. He wanted to mark you as his already, but he didn’t want other trainers to hear your sounds. Those precious sounds were only meant for his ears. He was a greedy, protective trainer, but he was also caring. He wasn’t too sure if he was loving, considering he’d hardly been shown love himself.

You whimpered softly and leaned back into his body as he held you tightly. Feeling his strong, rough hands running over your soft flesh as he started to lick at your neck gently.

“Mmn.. My kitten tastes pretty good.” He said softly, sending shivers up your spine. He chuckled and smiled, rubbing his hands up and down your sides as he warmed you up. When he figured you were warm enough, he hoisted you up and over his shoulder.

“Ah! Y-You don’t have to carry me, s-sir.. I-I can walk on my own.” You said softly, clawing at the back of his shirt gently.

Dean smiled and bit his lip, playfully spanking you, then petting one of your ass cheeks, a yelp escaping you, then turning into a purr. “‘S alright, princess. You can call me Dean. I’m not one for the ‘sir’ shit. I’d rather hear my name coming from those luscious lips and hear it spoken in that beautiful voice of yours. As for you walking, hell no. I’m spoiling my precious kitten.. Not letting you walk on those pretty little feet of yours until we’re back at my place, darlin’.” He smirked and approached his car, setting you in the passenger seat.

You blushed and gazed up at him with your deep brown eyes, biting your lip, surprised how Dean was treating you. You’d always heard that some trainers were so horrible to their pokemon, only using them for battle, neglecting them when they became bored with them, or just out right releasing them when the pokemon had grown attached to them.

Dean noticed the confusion in your eyes and frowned. “Has my kitten been treated badly by a previous trainer..?” He questioned softly, meeting your gaze firmly.

You shivered as you thought back to your previous owner and whimpered. He’d used you for his selfish purposes, never truly cared for you, and when he’d felt you’d grown too weak for him, he had released you in this field and never came back even though he’d promised he would. You jumped slightly as you felt Dean wiping the tears from under your eyes. You hadn’t even realized that you’d started crying due to the flashbacks flooding your mind.

Dean sighed softly and leaned in, kissing your forehead lovingly. “Shh.. ‘S alright, baby.. I’m not going to treat you badly. I promise. I don’t usually chase after one pokemon, even when I come across others of the same breed.. but, when I caught sight of you..” He trailed off, searching your eyes for doubt in his words, and he found none. “I just had to have you.. not anyone else.”

You nodded and smiled softly. “T-Take me home, s- Dean?”

Dean chuckled softly, hearing you correct yourself. “That’s my girl.” He said softly and closed your door and ran to his side of the car and got in. He started the car and gazed over, noticing you biting your lip and twiddling your fingers. He gently took one of your hands and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it, giving a reassuring smile as he held it, starting to drive to his house.

You were gazing out the window in awe at the sights of the wide fields that you’d been zooming past. You gazed back at Dean with wide, curious eyes.

Dean chuckled and rolled your window down, laughing softly as you stuck you head out to feel the wind in your hair, you purred softly and smiled brightly. He smiled as well, seeing you so happy made him happy. From your actions, it gave him the impression that it’d been a long while since you’d even seen the world beyond that grassy field he’d caught you in. When he figured this out, he just knew he’d have to take you on trips to see the rest of the world. 

You giggled as you shook your backside happily and took in a deep breath of the fresh air. You’d looked around quickly as the car came to a stop, seeing as large house, your eyes went wide. Your new owner lived here? Out in the countryside where nobody could bother him?

Dean smiled softly and got out of the car, walking over to your side and opening the door. He picked you up bridal style again and carried you to the front door of his house. He unlocked the door while still carrying you, slowly opening it to show you the inside. Gently, he placed you down on the wooden flooring and watched as you jumped and yelped softly at the coldness to your feet. He chuckled softly and leaned down, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Welcome to your new home, Y/n.”

You watched as he gestured to the interior of the large house. Gazing up at him in shock as he’d finally said your name instead of a pet name. Even your previous trainer never called you by your actual name. However, you were quickly realizing that Dean wasn’t anything like those awful trainers you’d heard about.

Dean watched as you cautiously wandered towards the main rooms.

You sniffed the air, finding foreign scents that you’d never smelled before. You saw the furniture in the living room and tilted your head like a cute puppy when they’re confused and wandered over. Crawling on top of the back of the couch, feeling the cool leather against your skin, you sprawled out and purred.

Ambrose chuckled and walked over to remove the leash from the collar and made sure the collar hadn’t somehow gotten tighter around your neck. He grunted in satisfaction as it still felt the way he’d put it on earlier. He made his way to the kitchen and came back out with some fruits to feed you.

“Would you like to see where you’ll be sleeping?” He crouched down slightly to meet your gaze with his blue eyes.

You blushed and looked around, having assumed you’ll be sleeping on the couch, the floor, maybe even outside. You nodded and got off the couch to follow Dean, he handed you one of the fruits he’d grabbed and grinned as he saw you devour it hungrily. You hadn’t found any food in the wild lately, except for that rare candy, which thinking back to it, you realized it was bait for Dean to capture you. 

Dean led you to the largest room in the house, which was the master bedroom. He opened the double doors that led into it and stepped aside for you to see. 

Your mouth dropped open in awe as you took in the size of the room, but then you realized he probably was wanting you to sleep on the floor with a blanket or something.

Dean set the remaining fruit on the side table and walked back over to you, removing the leather jacket of his that you’d been wearing. He then tossed you a shirt of his to pull on so you could be comfier. He smiled as he watched you pull it on. He thought you looked adorable in his shirt and earlier, in his jacket. Who was he kidding, you looked sexy and adorable in both things. He lifted you up and carried you over to the large bed, laying you down gently.

“Now.. I’d just love to feed my princess.. Is she hungry? You looked like you had quite an appetite.. I love a girl with an appetite.” He tilted his head in question.

You flushed bright red and nodded slowly, rubbing your stomach and licking your lips hungrily.

He chuckled softly and gently petted your hair. “Such an adorable little kitten. My sweet little kitten now.” He got up and headed to the kitchen to cut up some fruit and get some drinks.

You looked around the massive room and yawned softly, even with a growling stomach, you felt yourself becoming tired. Slowly, your eyes started to close.

A while later, Dean sat beside you on the bed after he’d set the tray of sliced fruit on the bedside table, along with the drinks. He gently stroked your hair, feeling you stir and whimper in your sleep. He frowned and tilted his head. He heard you starting to cry and realized this had to be you reacting to flashbacks. “Sh-Shit. Shh.. calm down, Y/n.” He pulled you into his arms as he tried to comfort you. He sighed when you started to fight him.

He pulled you tight to his chest. “Y/n!” He noticed you jolt in his arms and open your eyes, panting heavily. “It’s alright, I’m right here for you, alright? I’m your owner now. Not the person that abandoned you.. I’d never abandon you.. Alright?” He reached his hands out, caressing your face in his hands lovingly, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “You alright now, darlin’?”

You nodded lightly, feeling embarrassed at your little scare. You soon went from feeling embarrassed, to feeling hungry as your stomach growled rather loudly. Loud enough that even Dean heard it. You blushed bright red and placed a hand on your stomach, gazing up at Dean.

Dean chuckled softly and rubbed your cheek. “My beautiful girl is still hungry. At least you got to nap for a short while. Now I can feed you.” He smiled and held up an apple slice that had the peel removed and held it to your mouth. “Open up.”

Around an hour later, you were lying back on the bed, rubbing your stomach and purring happily as you were all full.

Dean had left to do the dishes and came back into the room, biting his lip at the sight he came back to. You were sprawled out on the bed, your legs spread open and you were rubbing your stomach. “Is my kitten all full and satisfied? Or would she like some treats?”

Your ears perked up as you caught the word treats and licked your lips, getting onto your hands and knees, crawling to the end of the bed to meet him. “I want treats, but I thought you were supposed to train me?” You asked softly.

Dean chuckled and removed his shirt, tossing it aside, slowly reaching down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He kept his gaze locked on you the entire time. “I’m gonna train you, baby girl, don’t you worry about that. As for now though.. giving you treats is a way for me to bond with you. It’ll help us become closer, alright?”

You nodded and licked your lips as you watched his hands, watching as he inched closer to where you were on the end of the bed. You whimpered and nudged at his crotch with your nose, whimpering and wiggling around eagerly. 

Dean bit his lip and grunted. “Aww.. Does my kitten need help?” He smiled as you nodded and he slowly reached down, pushing his jeans to his mid thighs and took his cock out of his boxers. “C’mon, baby girl.. time to eat up.” He whispered in his raspy voice, being broken by a grunt, he looked down, seeing your lips wrapped around his cock as you gazed up into his blue eyes with your deep brown eyes. He groaned and bit his lip as he noticed the innocence that flooded your wide eyes even as you had your mouth full of his length. “O-Oh fuck.. Such a good kitten..”

He tangled his fingers in your hair, one hand reaching to rub your cheek with his thumb as he gazed into your eyes. “Does my princess want her trainer’s treats? Huh? Use your words for me.”

You released his cock, slowly dragging your tongue along the pulsing, sensitive vein along the underside of his cock, earning you a rather loud moan. “Yes please. I want my owner’s treats. Please give them to me, Dean?” You begged softly and took his length back into your mouth, slowly deep throating his cock, gagging softly as you kept your eyes on him.

Ambrose groaned and tangled his fingers in your hair firmly. “F-Fuck.. Baby, gonna need you to brace yourself.. your mouth just feels too fucking amazing.. so wet and warm..” He grunted and bit his lip hard as he began a rhythm of thrusting into your mouth, gasping softly as your throat began to tighten around his girth. “H-Oh fuck.. S-such a good girl for me.. yeah.. you just love feeling my hands in your hair and how gentle I am with you, even when you’re on your hands and knees like this, don’t ya?” He licked his lips as you nodded. 

You growled and moaned to force vibrations upon his cock, earning a gasp and loud groan from him. You used a hand to massage his balls as you continued to suck on his cock. 

Dean panted softly. “F-Fuck.. Princess.. Mmn.. You ready for your treats now, huh?” He chuckled softly when you gazed up at him with pleading, wide eyes. He held your head firmly in place and felt the head of his cock press and rub against the back of your throat. Throwing his head back and groaning loudly as he released deep in your throat. “O-oh god..” He panted as he moved his hands away and to his sides as he watched you swallow everything and even lick him clean, making a show of licking your lips as well.

You looked up at him and smiled softly, biting your lip shyly as you felt a puddle forming between your legs, whimpering and laying back on the bed as you tried to rub your legs together for friction.

Dean noticed your actions and bit his lip, only to lick them hungrily as he began to imagine what you tasted like. He broke into a grin and ran his fingers through his hair. “Aww.. What’s the matter, darlin’? Need some relief? Ya want your trainer to help you release a little?” He crawled onto the bed, licking his lips again.

You whimpered and nodded frantically, clawing at the bed sheets as you thrust your hips into the air desperately. “P-Pleasee..”

Dean grinned and reached for the waistband of the bottoms you were wearing and tugged them off quickly, tossing them to the floor. He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against your clit through your tiny black lace thong, earning him a gasp and whimper from you as you curled your toes and grasped the bed sheets. 

“Yeah? Does my kitten want her perfect little pussy to be devoured by her new owner? Huh, baby? Use your words like a good girl.” He stuck his tongue out, licking a stripe up the thong, teasing his saliva through the fabric of the thong.

You gasped and whined softly. “Y-Yes! It feels s-so good! P-please eat my pretty little pussy.. It-it’s so wet for you already, Dean. Make me yours.. Mmn.. T-train me to be a good girl for you..” You trailed off shyly, a bit embarrassed.

Dean growled and tugged the thong off quickly and held it to his face to sniff at it as it was drenched with your essence, smelling so sweet to him. He grunted and tossed them aside, diving into the area between your legs again. Gripping your thighs firmly, he dove in, starting to lick, nip, and kiss at your lower set of lips, growling and moaning softly as he tasted your essence. He felt you trying to thrust up into his face, grunting as he reached an arm across your abdomen to hold you down firmly as he went back to devouring your delicious little cunt. 

You cried out as you felt him devouring you, whimpering as you couldn’t move your hips. You thrashed as much as you could. “D-Dean! O-oh fuck!” You couldn’t even arch your back. 

He grunted and moaned as he felt your walls tightening around his tongue. He took a breath and grinned as he gazed over your form, admiring the writhing mess he’d turned you into. “Yes, baby girl? You wanted something?” He used two of his fingers and stroked your lower lips, very slowly sliding them into you. He heard you gasp and moan softly. “Yeah? You like that, baby? Hmm? C'mon.. Use your words like you’ve been doing.. You’re such a good girl for me..” He cooed as he began to pump his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that certain spot.

You cried out as you arched your back slightly, still being held down. “Please make me c-cum.. Please please please..” You begged, which caused him to speed up his fingers, feeling as your walls clenched around them. 

Dean leaned in and kissed your inner thigh as he continued thrusting his fingers. He changed to biting and suckling to leave a mark on you near your most intimate part, basically his way of claiming you for his own. “Yeah? You want me to make you cum for me, huh?” He removed his fingers, making a show of licking them clean as he locked eyes with you.

He grinned mischievously and licked his lips. “Such a fucking delicious pussy.. I can’t get enough..” He leaned back in and buried his face into your pussy, licking and suckling at your pussy hungrily as if he were a starving man. He held you firmly in place, arm over your abdomen again as he used his other hand, the pad of his thumb to rub furious circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You cried out and reached down, tangling fingers in his hair and tugging harshly as you felt yourself release into his mouth, panting heavily and collapsing back on the bed. 

Ambrose moaned softly as he licked you clean, sitting back on his knees as he licked the pad of his thumb and then his lips. “My princess feel better now?” He crawled over to hover over you, looking down at you. He frowned when he saw you shake your head. “What do you need, princess? Tell me. Don’t be afraid. I wanna make my princess feel better.” He laid on top of you lightly, stroking one of your cheeks.

You bit your lip and took the initiative, leaning up and kissing him deeply. His eyes widened in shock, but he quickly returned the kiss, running a hand along your side and gripping your hip. 

He gently broke the kiss, breathing softly. He turned your head slightly to reveal your neck, then he quickly went after it. Holding the other side of your neck firmly as he held you in place, biting and suckling roughly at your flesh. He was determined to leave marks on you that every other trainer and pokemon could see, being his way of marking you as his. He growled lowly at the thought of others seeing his marks on you, it was getting him harder. He began rutting against you desperately as he continued to work on your neck. 

You gasped and clawed at his back, earning a moan from him as he pressed into you. The scratching caused him immense pleasure. He pulled from your neck, seeing the love bites he’d left there, smirking as he was happy with his work.

He grabbed the shirt of his that you were wearing and pulled it off of you, tossing it to litter the floor just like the other articles of clothing. He removed your headpiece and ran his fingers through your soft hair. He then moved to remove the top to your outfit, also unclasping your bra and tossing both on the floor.

You bit your lip nervously as you were now completely nude in front of your new trainer. He got off the bed, shoving his jeans and boxers down to pool around his ankles and stepped out of them. He then crawled back onto the bed and hovered over you, spreading your legs open, placing your legs over his shoulders. “Is my princess ready to feel me stretch her tight little pussy? I bet it’s so tight that I’ll have to hold myself back from coming right away..” He moved a hand to his cock, rubbing it teasingly against your lower lips. 

You whimpered and wiggled your hips. “F-Fuck.. Mmn.. P-Please, Dean..” You begged, gazing up at him as you gasped, feeling as he slowly thrusted himself inside you.

Dean grunted and bit his lip. “Oh fuck.. So damn tight..” He groaned as his head hung forward, panting as he had to stay still. “So fucking wet for me too, my god..” 

You threw your head back against the pillow and panted heavily. “Ah! Y-You’re so big.. Mmh..” You tried to move your hips to get more friction, yelping as you felt a spank to one of your ass cheeks.

Dean growled lowly. “My baby girl wants my cock that bad, huh? Then I better give it to her.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and started to thrust deep into you, earning loud moans from you as he gripped your hips firmly. “Oh fuck.. That’s it.. Take it, baby.. Mmn.. That feel good? Yeah.. Gonna train my kitten so good, that she’ll always be a good girl for me..” He growled and started to pick up his pace.

You bit your lip, trying to hold in your sounds of pleasure, however, Dean wasn’t having any of that. He growled and began to thrust into you more roughly, making you gasp and cry out for him. He grinned. 

“That’s my good girl.. I wanna hear all those beautiful sounds, got it?” He smirked when you nodded and he released your hips, moving your legs to wrap around his waist as he leaned in closer to you, pressing his body against yours as he kept his pace rapid. He growled and leaned down, claiming your lips in a fierce, passion filled kiss. 

You whimpered into the kiss, your walls already contracting around his girth as he was being relentless. You broke the kiss and released a scream of his name. “Ah! Dean!” You gripped his biceps firmly, digging your fingernails into his flesh to create crescent shaped indentations. 

Dean groaned loudly and gasped. “Fuck! Your pussy is gripping me even tighter now, Y/n.. Is my princess gonna cum? Cum for me, baby girl..” He thrusted as deep as he could.

You felt him go even deeper and screamed again, feeling your orgasm crash over you. You panted heavily and grew limp under him, but he clearly wasn’t done with you, as he kept thrusting. Biting your lip, you gazed into his eyes. “C-Cum for me.. Please, Dean?” You whimpered as you felt another climax approaching already. You arched your back as he held your body close and sped up his thrusts again. 

Dean growled deeply. “Fuck.. Fucking take it, Y/n.. I’m almost there, baby..” He bit down on your shoulder as he kept his thrusts firm. They began to become sloppy as he was nearing his release. He grunted and gasped as he felt your walls grip him tightly as you released again and he practically roared out as he finally reached his end. “Oh fuck! Take all that cum, baby.. Mmn..” He slowly thrusted his hips as he rode out his release. He then collapsed on top of you, not letting all his weight rest on you, he leaned in and took your lips into another passionate kiss. 

You ran your fingers through his hair and kept your legs wrapped around his waist loosely. You gently broke the kiss, gazing into his eyes, biting your lip shyly. “Never been treated so greatly by a trainer until now.. Please don’t ever release me?” 

Dean smiled and used both hands to cup your cheeks in his hands, gazing into your eyes with a stern, serious, and loving gaze. “I’ve already told you.. I’m never letting you go, Y/n.. I’ve never been this desperate for a pokemon before.” He spoke softly and rested his forehead against yours. “You’re stuck with me, baby girl.” He ended that statement with a loving kiss and didn’t break it. 

You took in every word he’d said and smiled into the kiss. He told you that you were stuck with him, but you knew that you’d be alright with that. This was your new life, and with a trainer like Dean, you knew you’d be well taken care of, and loved beyond your wildest dreams. 

Questions from young person and my answers

A friend’s son interviewed me for an assignment. Here are the Qs and As if you want em.

1) Are the animals at your zoo happy that they are being held captive?
2) How well do you know the animals at your zoo?
3) How well do you treat the animals at your zoo?
4) Are there more animals at your zoo that are there to be saved , and not just for entertainment? If so, how many more animals are there to be saved?
5) Does your zoo take care of Panamanian Golden Frogs?

Dear C——,

Thanks for your thoughtful questions! I answered them in between tasks while I was working, so I hope the answers make sense. You chose a couple subjects that I am passionate about, so I was very excited to talk about them. If there are things in my answers that need clarification, please let me know, or feel free to ask follow up questions.

Best of luck with the assignment!

1) It’s not clear that animals can understand the idea of “captivity.” Humans feel very strongly about the concepts of freedom and captivity, to the point that we punish lawbreakers by putting them in captivity. But animals don’t seem to have much ability to think about the future, or to imagine things other than what they are experiencing. What we do at a zoo is to give the animals as many choices as possible—places to go and experiences to have—within the space that we can safely give them. We also have a hard time telling if animals are “happy” or not, since that is also human concept. We try to provide an environment that has everything the animal physically needs in order to be comfortable and healthy, with enough choices so they can demonstrate whether they are suffering stress or not.

2) Some animals I know very well, some not as much. As a quarantine keeper, I take care of almost every animal in the zoo eventually, but only for a limited time, usually 30 days. Other keepers work with a limited group of animals and may work with those animals for many years. Almost every animal at the zoo has a training program, with a keeper whose job it is to work with that animal, understand its behavior, and use positive reinforcement training techniques to get the animal to do certain things willingly. Most of the animals, for example, are trained to go to a specific place and wait there—when an animal can do this willingly, we can weigh it on a regular basis, visually examine its body for injuries or other changes that might indicate a change in its health, and so on. We even have several gorillas who are trained to offer their shoulder so that we can give them a flu vaccine. The zookeepers who train their animals know them very well.

3) We like to think that we treat the animals very well, and that as we learn more about animal husbandry and veterinary medicine, that we are treating them better now than we were just a few years ago. We have access to the latest science about animal nutrition so that the animals can get the best possible types of food available for their health. We have three veterinarians on staff and four veterinary technicians so that if any of the animals gets sick or hurt they can be taken care of right away. The animals all get regular vaccinations and physical examinations. The keepers are very protective of the animals—if they think there is something a little “off” about an animal they will let the vet staff know immediately. We provide “enrichment” for all the animals, which is our way of saying we give them toys and games, but also expose them to interesting smells (the big cats love the smell of sheep’s wool, for example) and sounds. We have an enrichment committee whose job it is to make sure that all of the animals are receiving enrichment which is safe, species-appropriate, and effective. (Enrichment is considered effective if the animal interacts with it in a way that displays normal behavior—playing outside is good enrichment for human children because it causes the children to climb and play and throw and dig and all the other normal human child behaviors).

4) When I think of animals at the zoo being there for “entertainment,” it makes me wonder if people think that the exhibits in a science museum are entertaining, or if visitors to an arboretum think the trees are entertaining. Zoos are science museums that exhibit animals and animal behavior—and it’s true, animals and animal behavior can be entertaining. Everyone finds monkeys and tigers entertaining, but what about the frogs, or songbirds, or insects? We want all of the exhibits to be interesting, we want people to want to experience the zoo in a positive way.

Back in the bad old days zoos would allow guests to throw things at the animals, or feed them unhealthy things. We do not allow any kind of “entertainment” that is detrimental to the animals. We allow guests to interact with some animals, like petting the goats or feeding the parakeets or walking among the butterflies—each of these activities is carefully monitored so that the guests can have a good time without doing anything that could harm the animals.

Many of the animals at the zoo belong to species that are endangered, some very endangered. Gorillas, pygmy hippos, and mandrills are all animals from parts of Africa where habitat is disappearing and it wouldn’t be safe to release more animals into the habitat. All of the zoos in North America work carefully with one another to exchange animals when necessary to make sure that the zoo population is stable and that no more endangered animals will be taken from the wild to replace them.

You probably know that zoos are responsible for rescuing certain species of animals from extinction, like the black-footed ferret, the California condor, the golden lion tamarin, and recently the Lord Howe stick insect. The zoo I work for has brought Siberian crane eggs (laid by our birds) to be raised in Russia, preserved vital DNA and gametes (reproductive cells) from Mexican gray wolves, we helped save Bali mynahs (a kind of bird) from disappearing completely into the pet trade, and we help out with Blanding’s turtle recovery efforts here in Massachusetts. None of the animals we keep are there just so they can be released to the wild, but it’s something that could happen in the future. Because zoos hire and train people who are experts at caring for, training, breeding, and providing health care for animals, zoos are the logical places for these recovery efforts to be located.

There are thousands of species of animals that are in need of protection and recovery. Zoos are one piece of it, along with protecting habitat, conserving resources (recycling!), and changing the way that we treat animals and their environments around the world.

5) At the moment we don’t have any Panamanian golden frogs, but we have cared for them here. I’m super glad you brought them up because they are part of one of the most amazing projects I’ve been involved with at the zoo. My boss, the head veterinarian here, was on a team of researchers who joined scientists in Panama to study the impact of the fungal disease that is killing so many species of frogs. They determined that the problem was severe, even worse than they expected, and if no one did anything the Panamanian golden frog and dozens of other frog species would be wiped out. They created a project called the Amphibian ARK, like Noah’s Ark, to rescue the frogs. They are keeping the frogs in disease-free quarantine spaces, in Panama but also in zoos all around the world. If they hadn’t acted fast these frogs would just be gone. The frogs are being bred and protected, at the same time that the disease is being studied. It’s pretty complicated stuff that I don’t fully understand, but I think some of the effort will be to breed and release many thousands of tadpoles—there will likely be some that are more resistant to the disease, and they will pass their genes on to the next generation.

A few years ago I was privileged to take care of 15 Panamanian golden frogs in the zoo hospital where I worked. It was amazing to think that I was working with an animal species that had completely disappeared from the wild, and that I was one of a handful of people who had ever seen one. Of course, once they were put on exhibit, then hundreds of people could see them, and learn the story. Someone will be inspired by the experience to figure out what we need to do to keep the frogs from going extinct, and then they will be wild, and we will have prevented extinction.

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(L/N): Your last name
(Y/N/N): Your nickname

Why am I even here? You had thought to yourself. It had been one of the more busier nights in your high school career and, as always, it had to be interrupted by Lindsay. Ever since her breakup with Nick, she seemed to act more melancholy than her usual self but-you figured that was just her way of trying to cope with breaking a heart for the first time.

She approached you that very same spring day; out of the corner of your eye you could paint out the loose green army jacket hanging from her very shoulders. “Hey, the guys and me are wondering if you wanted to come see the new Eddie Murphy movie with us. It’s opening tonight.” She asked, which took form into more of a statement than a question, especially with the way her brown eyes seemed to pierce the side of your skull as you went through your locker ; digging through god knows how much trash to find your Algebra book.

You turned back to look at her with a slight grin peaking out of the corners of your cheeks. After what seemed like countless hours of digging you find success in the brown paper bag book-cover showing itself under the gum packets in your locker. You weren’t a messy person, but school work did come first in terms of cleanliness. It was the other way around at home it seemed to be, which is why you took control and switched it again in high school. “Thanks but no thanks- I have that test I have to study for tomorrow, remember?” You reply, nudging the book up in your grasp so Lindsay would take note of which test it was for.

You began to walk away briskly as she called to you with a smirk woven into the wavelengths of her voice. “Danny’s going to be there.” She had seemed to sing out the final word as if it were a jingle for a breakfast cereal commercial. You felt the blood circulate through your entire being before pressing itself into the defined apples of your cheeks. Any effort given to suppress this color would only cause it to rise up more. You turn to her and take a couple steps back to where you originally were; a light chuckle accompanying you as you thought of a response.

Tightening the grasp on your pile of folders, you look right into her eyes, which is something you haven’t been able to do in a very long time. Not since freshman year anyway. You only do this when you want to make a statement with her that she will understand as serious, and you’ve obviously not had the need for that until you first saw Daniel. “You know who else is going to be there?” You asked, bouncing on your heels in anticipation for the bell to hold off another minute or two just so you could get your point across.

A bitter taste of what consisted of blood and stale lemon swept across your tongue, courtesy of the box of Lemonheads you downed for breakfast. You didn’t want to say her name, and Lindsay’s eye rolling response told you that you didn’t have to after all.

“Come on (y/n), we both know that they’re about as compatible as fire and ice.” She urged, but your mind made you refuse to listen. This refusal is what made you reply with, “Yeah but that means he can make her melt by just the spark in his eye.” It’s not that you had disliked Kim… but you couldn’t help but hate her anyway. You understood her tough family background, for your stepbrother went through the same exact thing at her age, but he ended up being kept to himself and not so much a bully to others. Ironically it is how he learned to respect people. Along with that, by no surprise, she had caught the heart of the one guy who also managed to make you melt as well… yet he had never known. The crush on this Bostonian sounding bad boy was discovered as soon as you saw him lead his blonde companion into Lindsay’s room at her party. You knew at that moment that he probably wasn’t the best mold of clay, but you’d be damned if you still couldn’t call yourself Van Gough and see a masterpiece amidst that chaos.

As expected, the bell had clanged its obnoxious ring throughout the halls of the school, and you could see the counselor heading your way to tell you the statistics of how many students who are late to class don’t get into college or something of that nature. To avoid the creepy blonde Jesus, you assure Lindsay you would think over her “generous” offer and make your way to your designated room.

Fourty-five minutes pass with ease and you shrug your body weight against the door. It wasn’t opening as easily as you had hoped, so with a heavier push against it, it finally gives free. The downside of this was once it finally does give way, you fall against the concrete floor and spill all of your needed supplies out afterward. You groan softly, feeling people walk past you. Some snicker in amusement and kick several pencils and a notepad or a pack of post-it’s further away from you to increase their fun. However you scoff it off- be it that you’re used to this sort of thing.

One particular voice perked up above you, seeming to be close to the door. “Good Jesus, you trying to take a guy’s arm off or what?” A snarky voice called above you. You give out a sharp breath, gathering your things, realizing that the voice belonged to someone who was making the door opening difficult to begin with. “Yeah well next time I’ll have to take something else off too. Something a little too short, dim witted, sod off-” Midway through your roasting speech of sorts, you look up and see none other than Desario cheekily grinning down at your insults. Along with him, as expected yet unwanted, was lil Kimmy. “You would know about sod-off being at that angle.” She smirked, an eyebrow raise being the main spice of that embarrassing dish. You succumb to her mocking glare and gather up as much as you could in your arms, with Danny watching along of your every move.

“S-sorry…” you manage, quietly tucking a bit of hair behind your ear so you could see properly. A smug look cradled on Danny’s face so naturally, you often thought to yourself in times of boredom on whether or not he was sculpted in that same way. Kim rolled her eyes and continued to chew her gum visibly, showing her lack of care. Not a minute goes by and the greasy haired cutie breaks the silence, instantly causing you to calm yourself down and tense up all at the same time.

“So Lindsay tells me you’ve got cold feet when it comes to Eddie Murphy movies.” He said, putting his weight against the same door his shoulder was hit with just minutes ago. His face gave way to the expression of anticipation for your answer; like a tiger waiting in silence of his prey.

At this point you found yourself at a loss for words, or even worse yet, stumbling over bits and pieces of words that refused to go together like Legos with Lincoln Logs. “Well I…I just…” you stammered, looking around at anything that would help you finish a proper sentence. You glance down and see the stray papers of your driver’s ed homework that still lay on the tile floor. Before you could stop yourself, you spat out eagerly, “I don’t have a ride!”

As soon as you squeak out that response, both Daniel and Kim had to fight to keep a straight face on, but purposefully failing. Looking between both sets of their amused eyes, you had hoped Daniel’s eyes had shown at least a pinch more of compassion than what Kim’s daggers had to offer you. Danny had his arms crossed as he stood straight up and kicked the papers in your direction. “Then it seems like it would be a good idea to ask your daddy for the car then right?” He asked, a sly grin still painted on his cheeks.

You can feel the blush rise up against the flesh of your own cheeks once more, but you refused to look up from the papers this time in hopes to avoid your face being made a deeper shade of red by Kim’s palm for eyeing her arm candy. “…right.” Was the single word you could muster, followed by Danny’s soft chuckle hitting your direction as his girlfriend started leading him into the direction of where the rest of the gang was. Before he was out of an earshot, he called out, “See you soon, (L/N).”

You picked up the paper in front of you. Despite the fact you couldn’t exactly drive yet, that doesn’t mean you won’t find some need of transportation.
See you soon Desario. This was the only thought that made itself at home at that moment; like the smile that tugged at your lips as soon as it did so. See you soon.

~your house, 7:00pm that following night~

Even though Danny had joked about you using your dad’s car that night, he was sorely mistaken. Both by the fact that your mom had to drive you and it was in your Aunt’s car while hers was being fixed up in the shop. Someone had decided it was best to put brake shavings into the engine of your mom’s car. When she couldn’t make it to work that one day, you still had to walk about seven miles before the double doors of McKinley High greeted you when you reached your destination. It was winter.

Fresh out the shower, you closed the blinds to the window and locked your bedroom door, letting the towel drop off of you like a feathered weight. A breeze kissed your skin as you approached the glass that had made you less and less eager to go. You looked ahead at the person in front of you, reflecting every insecurity you wished wouldn’t be able to reflect. You ended up spending five minutes poking and pinching at them, as if you had the Midas touch that would make them turn into gold instead of unwanted baggage. In the middle of what appeared to be a skin tenderizing session, you look to your right and notice the clock sitting right next to your vanity. The two hands tick back at you the reminder you were least expecting; you had fifteen minutes to be at the movies.

Fifteen minutes is how long it would take your mom to get there, because of the location of the house you had spent your whole life at. In a panic, you manage to throw on your dad’s old Kiss t-shirt, that shrunk in the dryer years after you were born, and your favorite pair of distressed jeans that you customized yourself after your last relationship turned sour. You checked yourself again in the mirror, now that clothing had covered your body. Everything had seemed to be in order, but something was missing. You reached up to your pale lips and touched them with the tip of your index, middle, and ring finger all at the same time. They were like a pair of parents and their one son looking in on their disfigured newborn, and not wanting to hurt the baby by touching. Color. That was what you needed. You reached over and applied a deep burgundy matte across your lips, just before pulling a tissue from the box that conveniently sat with the rest of your makeup. You rubbed most of the lipstick off, but not too much of it. You just wanted to make it seem so your lips were two soft and velvety maroon pillows that had been reserved for only one person; if they even wanted them that is.

Content with the final result, you grab the ten dollars your father left you before returning to his work and called your mom down to get in the car and drive you. Fifteen minutes goes by, and you see the bright lights of the cinema blind you as they glimmer up against the dark night sky. You thank your mother for the ride and make your way in. Realizing that the movie has already started, looking at the time on the wall clock that hung above the lobby, you didn’t waste any time on concessions and made your way into the wave of laughter that came from the theatre.

You shove the ticket stub in your back pocket and pull the oak door open; your anxiety made the door appear much more heavier than what it really was. As you walk down the velvet carpet hallway, your nerves tense up even more than they had earlier. It was almost as if you knew exactly where he was at that exact moment. After a moment of scanning the large crowd of people, your eyes adjust and find Lindsay waving you over. You smile and pay her a small wave in response as you make your way up to the back of the room. As you get there you notice that all the other seats had been taken by someone of the group. You turn to Lindsay for a signal of some sort, but she shrugged and motioned to Ken absentmindedly slurping on his blue slushee next to her. She jokingly put on an “A-ha!” expression on her face and pointed at the last available spot in the row, next to Danny. When you turned to face your only option, Danny’s boyish chocolate hues greeted you. You had no idea how long he had looked at you for, yet it seemed to be long enough judging by how long you stood there.

“Cmon, (Y/N). Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to sit?” Kim urged, being amused by how awkward your stance had taken being this close to your crush. She tugged on Daniel’s sleeve, looking into the side of his playful face. “He won’t bite that hard.” She added on, reaching up to nibble on the bit of his left earlobe. He chuckled softly, as he always had done, pulling away from the grip of her teeth. The way his skin bounced back after pulling free from her bite reminded you of the way a one pound gummy bear had done the same thing as you ate it on Halloween years ago. You were dared by your brother that you couldn’t eat it all in one sitting, but you had proved him wrong. Only problem is you threw up on him afterward. Despite the red coloring on his white Bowie shirt, he couldn’t help but be proud of you in the most twisted of ways.

It was now Danny’s turn to encourage you to sit near him. Such a simple task could be done easily by anyone else, but you weren’t anyone else. You were practically obsessed with him but had always refused to show it. You didn’t necessarily tape pictures of him to your wall or anything, but you always found yourself in awe when it came to him.
“Besides,” he stated, “I’ve been such a gentleman in saving it for your arrival anyway.” He stroked the back of the scratchy felt seat, looking at you with an awaiting brow raise.

“Yeah, I- I totally knew that.” You tried sounding as laid back as possible with that statement, but you were certain at least one of them could’ve seen your knees shake the entire time. He moved his arm down to the armrest to make room for you to take your spot. The movie was now starting to progress, with bursts of laughter heard every now and again. The only thing separating you from Danny was the thin board of wood his arm rested on.

Being so close in proximity was a dream you didn’t think would ever come true. Reason being that Danny was Danny and- well- you were you. You tried not to stare so much but he was making it extremely hard not to. You fought hard to control your breathing and make it seem like you were just about as emotionless as the rest of them but it was no use. You were caught. When you were busy admiring how easily his hair seemed to frame his face, a half-grin made its way onto his lips. At the same time, Kim had watched this secret exchange and she too grew a smile in the garden of her mouth as well.

She brought her arm around his own, lightly stroking the vinyl outer layer of the jacket he wore. She eyed him the way a predator looks at a fresh kill. “You’re so cute.” She muttered, practically spitting out the last word in knowing that you’d hear it clearly. You knew exactly what she was doing. With a wink in your direction, she cleared her hair out of her face and leaned up and pecked the side of his mouth with ease. Then she moved a bit toward the middle of his face to kiss him properly. In a matter of moments he kissed her back, and you had felt your stomach lurch into a set of knots. You didn’t know whether to throw up, throw a punch, or cry. The tears that began to mingle on your water line decided your fate for you and you had begun your journey out of the theatre.

In the lobby, you consoled into the five cent napkins from the dispenser and waited around for the tears to stop falling. You were thinking almost every negative outcome there could have been in this situation. You fool! He will never like someone like you. She’s made for him can’t you see that? You’re better off being alone- or more like everyone else is better off being alone without you. As the water works had drawn to a close, your mind shifted to counting how many screaming children entered and left the establishment. The count was 14 to 17, an average night.

In the slump you were seated in, a jacketed misfit makes his way over to the slushee machine. He looks at you briefly before shaking his head. “So I take it that Murphy isn’t your guy after all eh?” He asked, turning to face the opposite way and refill his cup of flavored snow. As broken hearted as you were, you couldn’t help but be shaken over the fact that he’s still talking to you, no matter how cocky it may have been. “No that position is taken up by someone else,” you muttered, staring into his back. “Why are you even here?” You asked him, standing up to walk a few feet nearer. “Don’t Kim’s lips have enough flavor for you?” You asked, a hint of venom heard in your tone. Daniel smiled before exhaling carelessly, fixing his posture. “It’s funny you mention her. She’s the one that wanted me to refill this.” He gestured toward the glass. “Don’t you have a boyfriend that should be keeping you from asking me these questions, (L/N)?” He asked, looking down at you as if you were a child. Even with all the wind being taken from your sails, you mustered up enough courage from the left over rage you felt to tell him you never said you had one to begin with.

“Ah… I see what’s going on here,” he began, turning towards you completely and placing a firm grip on your chin to make you peer up into his knowing eyes. That same devilish grin curled up the corners of his cheeks as he said, “You’re jealous of Kim because you got a crush on me-” you shook your head away from his grasp just as he finished himself by saying how “adorable” it was; mockingly instead of admiringly. He enjoyed your reaction to his findings and he began to laugh at you.

“Shut up!” You protested, hugging yourself in hopes it would make you disappear. “What? What’s little (Y/N/N) going to do if I don’t stop laughing over her undying love for me?” He mocked, stifling out a laugh in between bits and pieces of his sentence. The humiliation had overwhelmed you to such a degree, you pulled him close by the open zipper of his jacket and forced him near you. Instead of a verbal response in return, you brought his face down to yours and made the gap between your lips close. His chuckles died down, realizing the reality of the situation. He tried pulling away but it made you keep him where you wanted him by taking your fingers through the slick hair on the back of his head and locking them into place with a tug. He walked forward and pinned you up against the slushee machine with one hand on your waist and the other at your side. The heat of his own body heat against yours was enough to drive you crazy. He smelt strongly of gasoline and leftovers of his fathers cologne, but the concoction mixed so wonderfully it took your nasal passages for a ride that no amount of cocaine could ever manage. He tried pulling away to catch air, and this made you move your jaw forward and softly catch his bottom lip in between your teeth. He let out a soft laugh as a response to indicate that he was intrigued by this and whatever else you were willing to do for him. He looked down at a split second to gather his thoughts, yet he ended up taking a double take and looking back up at you. His smile now added with more color as the blood rose to each one of his lips.

“You’re uh- forgetting something…” he whispered to you, like it was a huge secret. You looked down and realized that your dad’s t-shirt had no justice when it came to being thick enough to embrace your chest to the air conditioning of the room. You blushed, looking up at a Daniel whose eyes darkened into a chocolate you have never seen before. It was your turn to be the prey… for him. “Don’t worry,” he assured, “Danny’s got you.” Hidden under the concealing of his jacket, the hand that once held your waist found its way under the hem of your shirt without any assistance needed. You wondered for a bit on how many times he has done this before, but you pushed that away to enjoy the sheer pleasure of the moment. At this point it didn’t matter how many people were staring or how much you could get away with before getting kicked out. All that mattered was the tender soft texture of Desario’s lips. Unlike the Lincoln Log scenario, his lips matched with yours perfectly. No other piece to that puzzle had fit quite like his, and it left you breathless.

The cold of the machine against your back, and the warmth of his hand traveling up the length of your torso sent a chill down your spine. Yet nothing made your blood run cold as much as the firm voice that caught you in the act.

“What the hell is going on here?” It snapped, demanding an immediate answer no matter how much oxygen you had to be given. You laughed it off for a bit and continued to make out with the daredevil in front of you, thinking it was an angered official. This would have continued, if it hadn’t been for the corner of your right eye showing a light blue hue and the distinguishable sheer blonde locks that fell onto it, standing uncomfortably close to you.