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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theawesomesaucemaster  asked:

Do you know any Drarry fics with Harry or Draco being an animagus?

Do I know any animagus fics? BOI I LIVE FOR THEM!! They’re my absolute favourite trope ever and I’m so excited and happy that you requested this because I can now unleash the mass of animagus stories I’ve been accumulating in my archive.


  • Between A Tiger and A Stag - by Copper Vixen (65k)
    Can six illegal animagi survive the Forbidden Forest, Death Eater attacks, and each other?
    (This was the first animagus story I ever read and it brought upon my love for the whole trope! The writing and words are so mesmerising and beautiful. I think I fell more in love with the story because it wasn’t just one character that was an animagus, but 6 (Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Pansy and Blaise). The fic was left on a bittersweet ending which I found marvellous. Honestly, my words can’t do it justice, this story was just fabulous)

  • Where’s Granger When You Need Her? - by playout (11k)
    Hogwarts’ Potions Master is working on an experimental brew. He really should know better than to turn his back on an unstable potion. Now if only there were someone in the castle who could help…
    (This fic was amazing because Draco is a FERRET! Yes, that’s right. A ferret. What more do I need to say? :D)

  • Secret Heart - by alaana_fair (4k)
    Draco had long ago admitted to himself that he’d fallen in love with the tiger, but he still refused to admit that he’d fallen in love with the man. That admission would simply cost too much.
    (Gahhh I adored this fic! Harry’s animagus form is a tiger, but he has difficulty changing back to a human. So each time Harry transforms, he is sent off to Draco Malfoy who happens to be the only other tiger animagi in the UK. But omg plot twist, when he turns back into a human Harry never remembers what happened when he stays over with Draco. or does he? You’ll have to read to find out! :D)

  • A Panther’s Heart - by Copper Vixen (80k)
    Harry gets caught while in his animagus form and is purchased to be a familiar to his worst enemy.
    (By his father’s wishes, Draco is bonded to a familiar…it ends up being Harry in his animagus form)

  • Fur and Feathers - by Lomonaaeren (4k)
    Lucius thinks Harry and Draco’s desires are as incompatible as their Animagus forms. It takes a momentary glimpse to change his mind
    (Narcissa is dying. Draco and Harry constantly fight and Lucius is confused about their temptestuous relationship)

  • The Kitten Prince of Slytherin - by thenerd1026 (10k)
    Draco’s animagus form is a Kneazle. A baby Kneazle. When he gets stuck in Kneazle form, guess who takes him in?
    (OMG SOOO cute and flufy! I loved how expressive and Draco-ish Draco was as a kneazle. I loved all the sweet moments Harry and kitten!Draco shared together. And I especially loved Harry calling Draco ‘Blondie’ while he was a kitten)

  • Hissy Fit - by dysonrules (28k)
    Harry is an under-utilized Auror and Draco is an auditor for Gringotts. He lives to torment the Ministry and, of course, Harry Potter. He is also a Registered Animagus.
    (Hilarious and fun! It’s where Draco helps Harry on one of his auror missions by transforming into his animagus form - a snake. The banter between Harry and Draco is amazing and you’ll probably suffer from a cuteness overload while reading this story)

  • Dragons With Silver Linings (or Harry Potter is a Treasure) - by megyal (9k)
    Harry is living a life most ordinary; maybe a dragon can shake things up.
    (Harry works at Gringotts in retribution for stealing the dragon during the war. He didn’t expect to see Malfoy, as a dragon, guarding vaults. Sexy times ensue)

  • Please, Not a Ferret - by Elfflame (0.8k)
    Draco’s about to find out what his animagus form is.
    (And he prays that his animagus form isn’t a ferret)

  • The Wolf Pack - by HowDracoGotHisGrooveBack (14k)
    Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be?
    (A story where two wolves regularly meet in the Forbidden Forest, yet neither of them know that the other is an animagus. Love, love, loved reading this story!)

  • Flight of the Draco Malfoy - by zionsstarfish (2k)
    The seventh years try their hands at Animagus Transfiguration.
    (Such a charming story! I loved how Harry is a Snidget because it’s just so unconventional and unique (if ya’ll don’t know what a Snidget is, it’s basically a a puffy little golden bird that was used in Quidditch, but they replaced it with the Snitch)) 

  • Unexpected, A Holiday Tail of Mistaken Identity - by amightypenguin (25k)
    After an accident involving a two year old and a wand, Harry much to his dismay is sent to Draco, who believes he’s caring for a pet. A large pet with a bad attitude.
    (DRACO IS THE MOST PRECIOUS AND LOVELY HUMAN BEING IN THIS STORY!!!! Like oh my god guys he’s the absolute sweetest, caring for injured horses (magical and non-magical) and goofing around with a Newfoundland and falling in love with its bumbling and adorable antics (but little does Draco know that the Newfoundland is actually Harry. shhhh))

  • The Kneazle Who Came for Christmas - by enchanted_jae (7k)
    Banished from his home during the holiday season with only his wand and the clothes he’s wearing, Draco has no choice but to take on his Animagus form and hope someone will take him in.
    (I was squeeling at how adorable Kneazle!Draco is. The little domestic snapshots between Kneazle!Draco and Harry were lovely and it was just such a fun story to read!)

  • The Owl Who Came for Christmas - by dracogotgame (17k)
    Draco has a debt to pay off, no matter what Potter thinks. And he has a Very Good Idea to go along with it. Things don’t go as planned.
    (A really nice, feel good story! Draco is definitely my favourite owl (soz Hedwig) and I love how happy Draco made Harry while he was in owl form)

  • Things That Seem - by Maeglin Yedi
    A potion gone wrong. A desperate wish. A new future. And a…horse?
    (A potions accident causes Harry to wake up in an alternate reality where he’s a horse animagus and currently dating Draco Malfoy?? And the ending, oh god the ending is what made me love this story even more because it just ties everything together)

  • The Haumiaroa Magical Society for the Conservation of Indigenous Wildlife - by  musamihi (15k)
    Harry escapes to New Zealand in search of privacy and relaxation, only to find himself caring for an injured (and ungrateful) kiwi chick. After releasing the bird into the wild, he’s more than a little surprised to find it waiting for him when he arrives in Peru for the second part of his vacation – and to discover that it can spell. Poorly.
    (Tired of being in the spotlight, Harry escapes to NZ and stumbles across (lol, he more collided than stumbled) a kiwi. I couldn’t help but grin at Kiwi!Draco’s poor attempt at spelling :D Lovely fic!)

  • He Was He and I Was Bunny - by bryoneybrynn (37k)
    The war is over and “eighth year” is about to begin at Hogwarts. But for Harry and Draco, nothing is quite the same. Harry’s looking for an escape, Draco’s looking for a friend. Does a little black bunny hold the answers for both of our boys?
    (Ahh this fic is one of my all time favourites! Bunny!Harry is so adorable, and I loved how Draco was able to relax and be himself around Bunny!Harry. But then the drama starts kicking in when Draco realises that the little Bunny he’s been caring for his Harry all along and arrggh, I won’t spoil anything more but this story is a must read!)

  • all you ever did was wreck me - by SailorChibi (10k)
    After the war, the Ministry decides to make a clean go of it and sentences all Death Eaters to death. After a year spent imprisoned beneath the Ministry, with his mother safely in France, his father dead and only the Aurors who hate him for “company”, Draco is waiting for his time to die.Harry gets to him first.
    (I burst into hysterics when I read that Harry was a ferret animagus - honestly, that’s the most ironic thing I’ve ever seen. A lovely story and definitely wants me wishing for more!)

  • Love Isn’t Easy - by Bam4Me (5k)
    The thing about letting someone find their animagus so early in life, is that it’s no longer an extension of yourself, it’s like telling your child to choose between human, and not.
    (This was awesome! Kitten!Harry is adorable and it’ll leave you smiling for days. And I loved that Harry communicated to Draco through legilimency while he was in this form)

  • Ain’t No Friend Of Mine - by (lettered) (33k)
    Draco has to face the truth of who he is. The truth has long hair and slobbers.
    (A captivating piece of work! I lived for snarky Draco and and his portrayal as a dog. The non-linear timeline worked really well. And the inner turmoil within Harry was so realistic and credible)

  • Endangered Familiar - by ravenpan (8k)
    After the war, all he wanted was some peace and quiet. What he got, was a penguin that brought the exact opposite
    (One of the most beautifully written fanfictions I have ever read! I loved how despite being a very cute and, in general, lighthearted fic, there was also a more emotional and serious side to it as well)

  • Wascally - by dysonrules (6k)
    Draco finds an ickle wounded birdy in the forest…
    (Sweet, funny and sexy! In which Draco finds a white dove in the Forbidden Forest and names it Harry…Oh if only Draco knew how ironic that name was)

  • Blind Faith - by SunseticMonster (21k)
    Don’t think of it as losing your sight. Think of it as gaining an Animagus who never quite learned the meaning of the word ‘boundaries’.
    (This story can never get enough hearts <333 Draco has been temporarily blinded from an attack in Diagon Alley. It’s now up to a friendly dog *cough*Harry*cough* to help guide him and investigate into the attack)
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
Already Occupied

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 ❤

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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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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, 


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

Stay In (Wooseok x Reader)

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 and tall maknae: Wooseok! Hope you enjoy!

p.s. First of all: Who allowed him to be so damn attractive?? Second: This beanstalk headass is my bias wrecker @ god what did i ever do to u Third: I love his face so much he’s sucha dork pls love him too (i can’t believe we’re only a month apart send help)

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?”

“Listen, shrimp, "he mocked as he pressed his forehead to yours, his hair tickling you. "You can practically fit inside of my jacket with me still in it, but guess who’s 6'2” and has to take the brunt of the cold?“

You stuck your bottom lip out, conceding to his point, "You…” You huffed and played with the strings of his sweatshirt, “I’m just so bored.”

Wooseok wasn’t known for being the most spontaneous and exciting individual, you know he much preferred to stay inside your or his dorm with you all day, and he would be perfectly fine. You don’t know how he could be such a homebody when there was an entire day, an entire city, just waiting to be seized and discovered. You always have had such a need to do something, to go somewhere, your wanderlust practically insatiable. You were grateful for how often your boyfriend put up with your antics, so maybe it would be a good thing to just spend the day inside with him.

“There’s plenty of-,” Wooseok began, cut off as the power went out in the building. The room darkened instantly and the only light came from the white of the snow outside your window. You scooted closer to your boyfriend, his arms tightening around you when he felt you trembling.

You absolutely hated the dark, it was childish, but you really did. Ever since you were little, you’d had this strange unnecessary fear of the dark, so you always slept with some sort of light on. First it had been a night light, but when you left for university, you’d been too nervous to bring it, so you opted to use a small paper floor lamp instead. Though none of those would be useful now since the electricity seemed to be gone from the entire dorm, even the heating had shut off much to your chagrine.

Wooseok leaned down and kissed your forehead, attempting to soothe you, “You’re okay.”

He rubbed your hips gently and moved to stand up, making you panic as you clutched onto his arm, “Where’re you going, Wooseok?” There was obvious alarm in your tone as your eyes widened while he stood up from the bed.

“I’m opening the curtains more,” he said, amused with how freaked out you were. He felt a flush of pride that you depended on him so much for support, “Hang in there tiger, this’ll take like five seconds…there.”

A little bit more white light came in through the window, setting your nerves a little more at ease. But you still beckoned Wooseok back into your bed, lifting up the white comforter and allowing him to slip back inside of it with you. He rolled onto his back and patted his chest with a lazy smile, making your lips twitch at the corners as you slid on top of him.

You rested your ear against his heart, listening to the rhymthic sounds of its beating as he laced his fingers on the small of your back. You closed your eyes and felt the rise and fall of his stomach against yours, inhaled the scent of his favorite hoody, and listened intently as he spoke softly, the sound rumbling in his chest.

His deep voice was gentle, more quiet then it usual was, “Tell me about one of your favorite things.”

You smiled to yourself, eyes still closed, as you recalled all the other times Wooseok asked you the very same question. You said the same thing every time, and regardless of that, he still would ask it again and again.

“Well,” you began, taking a deep breath and tracing patterns over Wooseok’s heart. “My favorite thing is very tall, taller than me, taller than his family, taller than all his friends.”

“My favorite thing has a really deep voice too,” you murmured, shifting up so that your head rested on Wooseok’s shoulder instead. “Sometimes so deep that it rattles my bones and makes my stomach flip flop. It’s one of my favorite things about my favorite thing because even when it’s so deep, he’s so quiet still.”

You ran your fingers across his face, over his closed eyelids and lips, “My favorite thing is also my hero, he saves me from the things that scare me the most. He’s like a gangly knight in shining armor who saves his tiny shrimp of a princess all the time.”

Wooseok smiled, tangling his fingers in your hair and rubbing your head as you continued, “My favorite thing is honestly the best. He’s better than everyone else’s favorite thing.”

You buried yourself into his neck with a grin as Wooseok played with the ends of your hair, his eyes finally cracking open to regard you with an adoring glance. He rubbed your shoulders and you sat up, looking down at him as he spoke, “You know you’re my favorite thing too, right?”

“I am?,” you feigned surprised, gasping dramatically, “I’m honored Mr. Jung, truly!”

Wooseok laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest as he cupped your face, squishing it, “Hey, don’t make fun of me when I’m trying to complement you, shrimp.” He pulled your down, capturing your lips with his as you relaxed and let his hands move over you.

He traced hypnotic patterns all over your back, his mouth never stopping as he kissed you deeply, surprised by his tenderness. Wooseok usually only had two settings, either ‘it’s my last day on earth I’m going to make out with you like my life depends on it’ or 'hi, my name is lazy and I’m going to let you do all the work.’ So far, you had zero control over the kiss, Wooseok monopolizing all power and showering you with affection.

Wooseok pulled away when you began to make small noises because of your need to breathe. He smirked when you gasped as he released your lips, letting you suck in as much air as your lungs cold take. You gave him an annoyed look as he poked at you, “What’s wrong, ______? You look a little pink-”

“Zip it you giant bean stalk,” you quipped, already leaning down to kiss him again. You were intrigued with how he was acting right now, rarely ever seeing this softer side of Wooseok.

He stopped you right as you were an inch from his lips, “Hold on a second, _______. I just had an idea.”

Confused, you quirked an eyebrow, moving back as he suddenly sat up, “What?”

“Why don’t we go outside? Right now,” he said, obviously mocking you for your earlier suggestion.

“Wooseok,” you groaned, trying to push him back into the bed, “I don’t want to-”

“No,” the tall boy chided, wiggling underneath your hold as he tried to escape. “Let’s go, right now.” He had already scooted and was dangerously close to the edge, moving over with you on top of him still.

“Stop,” you whined, unable to stop his much larger frame from wiggling off the bed, eyes going wide, “Wooseok…!”

Your boyfriend thudded onto the floor, taking the comforter with him as he folded your bodies up like a burrito. You slumped against his chest, surprised when he just began to laugh obnoxiously, his arms tightening around you as he wriggled with mirth. You scowled at him but couldn’t help but smile at his childishness when he met your eyes. He pulled the comforter over your heads so that the world was shut out, leaving just the two of you on the floor in a warm and cozy cacoon.

The tall boy kissed your nose lightly, grinning as he rumbled, “You’re so much fun to tease, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes and let him shower you with kisses, replying inbetween pecks to your lips, “You mean torment?”

Wooseok didn’t respond, choosing to connect his lips to yours more fully, letting them move against yours tenderly. You sighed against his lips, legs tangling with his as his hands ran down your sides and rested on the curve of your hips. His long fingers slipped underneath your sweater, making you gasp not from their coldness, but more from the fact that he changed the feel of the kiss in a mere second. One moment he was chaste, the next his tongue had slipped past your lips and rubbed against yours.

You moaned softly at the feeling, your breath making the air underneath the comforter even hotter as the moment began to heat up as well. You felt Wooseok shift underneath you with a groan and you pulled away, throwing the comforter back while panting as you breathed in the fresh air. Your boyfriend’s eyes were clouded with lust as he watched you sit up and straddle his lap, already moving your hips fluidly to an imaginary beat.

Wooseok groaned, his eyes fluttering close as he let his head fall back, hands coming to rest on your thighs as you continued to grind against him. His deep voice sent a chill up your spine, making your hips stutter for a second, “Just like that, baby girl…”

His hands slid up your hips until he found the waistband of your pajama shorts, tugging down on the thin fabric while biting his lip. He looked up at you with want, making you move quickly to not only remove the shorts, but your panties as well. Wooseok smiled at the sight of you wearing just one of his shirts, the giant piece of fabric making you look tiny.

You worked on pulling down his sweatpants, softly moaning when you saw the bulge in his briefs. You reached down and pulled out his hard member, running your thumb across his slit and spreading the precum that had begun to form over the head. Wooseok’s brow furrowed and lips parted as he propped himself up on his elbows and watched as you took hold of cock, rubbing it up and down your wet slit. You choked on your voice when you pressed the head to your sensitive bundle of nerves, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling.

Wooseok’s voice sounded strained as he swallowed thickly, “_______, please…let me…”

You snapped out of your blissful trance, nodding to him breathlessly as he reached behind him with his long arms into your bedside table. He pulled out a familiar silver foil pack, handing the condom over to you knowing you preferred to roll it on him as reassurance.

You slid the condom on slowly, teasing Wooseok as you looked up through your lashes at him. He groaned and threaded his fingers through your hair, already gripping tight as you aligned yourself with his cock. Breathless, you locked eyes with your boyfriend and slid down to the hilt, wincing only a little bit as you grew accustomed to him.

He sat up, cradling you in his arms as you began to move in tandem with him. It was slow and sensual, the only sounds being your soft mewls and Wooseok’s low hisses. You never were this slow with him, sex always being something hot and fast with your boyfriend. It was a luxurious change to just take things slow and take time to feel him in a way you never had before.

Wooseok didn’t remain quiet for long, the strong grip on your hair making you look at him, “You’re so good, baby girl. So fucking good.”

You panted at his praise, feeling him raise the speed as he approached his high. You reached down and rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves, already closing in on your high as Wooseok’s hips stuttered and stopped, a long satisfied groan accompanying his release. You gasped a few times, letting out a strained moan as your walls tightened and you came as well.

You and Wooseok met eyes briefly before you grinned at one another, laughing against each others lips as you embraced one another. You kissed him eagerly, feeling him gently slip out of you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He let you pepper his face with kisses, managing to slip the condom off and tie it, tossing it into your little trash can. You pulled away and tucked him back into his pants, giving his member one last affectionate pat.

Wooseok laughed again and tossed you onto the bed, climbing in after you. You let him wrap you in his arms, practically suffocating you as his muffled voice murmured, “Still wanna go out?”

“Nah,” you grinned, wrapping your legs around his waist as you got comfortable on the bed. “Let’s just stay in.”

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.”

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. 

[ENG] Men’s health - Huang Zitao: Nothing can weaken me

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On 27th May, the movie “Edge of Innocence” will be released in China. His very first movie was praised widely by experienced actors. In the 2nd season of “Takes A Real Man”, he’s the rebellious soldier who in the end, became the top soldier. And now he’s the endorser of the 2017 Super Boy show, with the words “Follow Me” displayed proudly on the posters. Is this still the “Huang Zitao” you knew from before?

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anonymous asked:

So, I have friends on tumblr, and I am terrified of losing them, because idk how to start conversations? And I don't know how to help them when they're upset. And I don't want to lose them. I really don't.

Hi Anon!

This is a really good question.

Personally, I think starting a conversation online is actually easier than starting one in real life. You have the opportunity to introduce context as you begin the conversation, rather than having to base what you’re saying on the current context of where you are and what you’re doing.

For example, last night I went out with friends to get a sundae. We talked about the music playing in the car - that’s an easy and obvious discussion topic. We talked about sundaes. And we talked about each other, like my health issues, or my friend’s first week studying or how another friend really needs to quit her crappy job. Those are all subjects that arise naturally out of the context of where you are and who you’re with.

But the thing about online communication is that you can automatically bring the context along with you. One of my best friends lives a long way from me and we mostly only talk via facebook chat. Sometimes I might read a news article that makes me sad or angry or happy. I can send her the link and say something like “have you seen this?” or “omigod, I’m so mad about this”. It doesn’t matter what’s actually going on where I am or where she is, because the conversation comes with its own opening line, based on what I’m showing her.

And I think that’s a good way to talk to people online. So, let’s say you’ve got a friend on Tumblr. We’ll call your friend Susan.

Susan makes a post that she’s been tagged to do a question and answer thing, so she gives all the answers. One of the questions is name a food you love and Susan says she loves pancakes. That’s an opportunity for you to start a conversation with her, without worrying how to lead into that. You can just send her a message saying “Oh, your favourite food is pancakes?! Mine too!” And then you can talk to each other about pancakes. And that might lead to all kinds of other topics.

Another possibility is sending a link or tagging them in something you reblog. Maybe you think they’ll find it funny, or see themselves in it or be as angry about it as you. That starts a conversation too. You can send Susan a video of an otter sliding down a snow bank (someone tagged me in just such a video on Facebook and it was glorious). Then you and Susan can talk about otters. Or snow. Or which is the cutest animal.

As for comforting an online friend when they need it, the best thing you can do is be available. If Susan says she is having a bad day and she’s upset, then send her a message asking if she wants to talk to you about it. Ask her if there’s any way you can help. She might not know what kind of help she needs, but you can suggest. Maybe you could just let her vent her feelings to you. Or maybe she’d like your advice. You could find pictures of something she likes (like kittens or her favourite musician) and show them to her to see if it can cheer her up. You could offer to talk about something else with her, to take her mind off things.

There are lots of things you can do to talk to a friend in need, even if you’re not able to give them a real life hug or make them tea. Often, people feel better just by knowing that someone cares about them and wants to help.

Just to give more examples of what I mean, here are some actual opening sentences from my own recent online chat windows. I hope none of my friends will mind! I have many more friends online than offline, so I guess I’m doing something right, and so are they. Some of these are conversations I started, and others were started by the other person.

  • “Hi! Is the heat any better today?”
  • “Random question!!! You’re a singer, right? I’ve seen you say that somewhere???”
  • “Oh my God have you seen Moana yet?”
  • “Hiya! How’s the new job?”
  • “Have you SEEN this?” *link to video of famous actor*
  • “You’re into scrapbooking, right?”

Those are all good ways of starting a conversation, out of nowhere.

But you can also just start with a “How are you?” or “What’s up with you?” If you ask those questions and you care enough about the answers to keep the conversation going, then you are being an excellent online friend.

Most people love to talk about themselves, their lives and the things they’re interested in. If you can give them the space to do that, then they’re going to be happy, and they’re going to remember that you’re a person who makes them happy.

Good luck, make friends, keep friends and STAY COOL LIKE A TIGER SWIMMING IN ICECREAM!!!

- The Slightly Aggressive Affirmer

The best quotes of the enemy book in Zesteria

“It’s really neat how they can move around entirely through body-wiggles.”

“I’m curious, but I’m also worried the answer will keep my up at night.”

“The armadillo is famed for its ability to curl up into a ball, but it can also roll up into a ball, and occasionally it coils up into a ball.”

“I will accept as an apology a performance of the normincarena.”

“Oh, and it’s technically winged, but it can’t fly. Loser.”

“A hellionized plant. Beware! Its leaves aren’t just for decoration. It can swing them like arms and chloro-fill your world with pain.”

[Lailah] “Long ago, the whole of the earth was bunched up, until Geo Roller rolled all across the land and flattened it out. Thank you, Geo Roller!”

[Rose] “Yes, thank you, Geo Roller! We owe the very ground beneath our feet to you! ….Wait. You’re kidding here, right? Guys? Lailah’s joking, right?

“It’s a dude. It’s a tiger. It’s… Tiger Dude.”

“Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope. Small ones nope. Big ones nope. Spiky ones nope. Noooope. Nope nope.“

“Your Majesty, I see thou art especially skilled at dodging my attacks. We’re I to charge Your Highness without thinking, Your Excellency is likely to riposte with a most regal counter. Verily.”

“I know what you’re thinking. “I’m sure it doesn’t hurt when that enormous death-spear erupts from the ground and skewers my body. It might be fun.” It’s not fun, supid.”

“Bloodsuckers. They suck your blood. You can try to suck it back, if that’s your thing.”

“A dragony thing that flies!”

Sorey referring to an elephant: “… bizarre face-tentacle…”

“I want a laser eye! Lailah, how come shepherds don’t get laser eyes?”

Rose referring to Ceberus: “Oh no! It’s got two heads. How will they know which one of them is the good boy?”

“If I buy you a plant, will you talk to it instead of me?”

[Rose] “What’s that? They’re talking? They say… ‘Nnnnneither of ussss… Is a gooooood boooooy.’”

[Lailah] “That’s just a cruel trick your mind plays on you! Tell them that they’re smart and creative and-”

The Goblin Cart Saga

Sorey: Oh cool, it’s riding a little cart-thing. That looks fun! Can I ride? Do you think it’d let me take a ride once we purify it?

Rose: Dude, keep away from the machine.

Sorey: It claims to be a sniper, but it’s kinda lacking in the precision department. Maybe it’s having too much fun with that cart thing?”

Mikleo: Your analysis seems shallow, but in further inspection it’s EXTREMELY shallow.“

Sorey: The wheels, the cart, the gaudy ornamentation… I love it! I love it! Ooh, I hope purification doesn’t get rid of all of the cool parts…

Mikleo: Sheesh, I thought this was supposed to be a strategy session, not an art show.

Sorey: It’s gotten better at riding, too, so we have to be more careful with close combat. Gosh, no blind spots and a killer cart to ride around on. I wanna be a goblin! Can I be the first Goblin Shepard?

Mikleo: Unlike the others, the rounds this one fires seems to inflict status ailments on us. But let me guess, Sorey, that’s not what you’re interested in.

Sorey: …Why would I be? The cannon isn’t the cool part. When I’m finally riding one of these, though, I’ll let you be a cannonball if that’s your thing.

OUAT FINALE! Spoilers!

Sooooo… I cried. Very hard. But the last scene had my head going wild with ideas so I must speak. Spoilers from now on.

So we know that a 6 of the main cast aren’t going to be returning. So if they are going to renew the show for a seventh season than the most logical solution fro me is that they continue with the next generation. Henry is grown up with a daughter, and it mirrors season one’s beginning. So onto my idea.

I can’t tell whether Henry remembers his family or not but he most certainly doesn’t remember his daughter. That suggests to me that a curse has been cast. Henry was clearly in the enchanted forest during the last episode with his daughter so someone must have sent him there. And when whatever was coming for him reached him it caused him to travel to the real world, and lose his memory. 

So when Henry returns to Storybrooke, I presume he and his daughter have to find the one who caused the curse and break it like in season 1. But not all is as it seems. As Henry and his daughter were sent back to the enchanted forest (I’m gonna say by a curse, like the black fairy’s) then other characters were sent back to the forest too. She got back to the real world thanks to Tiger Lily. All of the cast members who aren’t returning were sent to the enchanted forest and just like what happened in the finale. The curse split the families apart, and only Lucy (henry’s daughter), cause she has the book, and the person who cast the spell remember them. That’s why Henry’s family needs him. He’s the author, he can bring them back together.

When he arrives in Storybrooke, we meet the old characters who stayed, and the next generation, now all grown up if it were. I’m gonna presume that about 15-20 years have passed since the finale.  So who are the next generation? Let me tell you.

Neal: He’s the oldest of the new group. He’s chivalrous like his dad, a great fighter but he’s also gentle and kind like his mother. He’s roughly 20 years old and is of course, one of the cops in town, along with his brother-in-law, Hook who took him under his wing. Snow and Charming were obviously transported to the enchanted forest so he lives with Hook, (Emma’s in the enchanted forest).

Robyn: She’s the next oldest and is about 19 years old. She’s persuasive and fun loving. She lives with Regina (cause Zelena’s in the enchanted forest). She gets along with everyone but don’t cross her or her mothers side will come out. She keeps Robin’s cheerful attitude, and helps out Regina in the Mayors office as her assistant.

Gideon: He’s the third oldest and is also 19 years old. He lives with Gold and helps around in his shop. Belle was obviously transported to the enchanted forest, and with Gold being the Dark one, he still remembers everyone and encourages Lucy to go and find Henry when she returns to Storybrooke. Gideon doesn’t remember though, but he still is a very focused and honest lad who loves to read just like Belle. 

Lucy: Henry’s Daughter and the youngest of the group and the only one who remembers anyone. She is persistent and hopeful, basically an exact replica of Henry in season 1. Everyone loves her, and they sometimes joke about he love of fairy tales. She is the one who is determined to reunite everyone, and works tirelessly to try and make people believe.

Finally, I refuse to believe that Captain Swan didn’t have a child. So the last one in the group would be their kid. (I’m gonna go ahead and say my character idea but really you have a blast with it).

Lily Jones: She is the second youngest and is roughly 16-17 years old, so still in school. She is rebellious and clashes with several members of her family. She’s skilled in fighting, and great at getting into them. She always gets in trouble and spends most of her free time on her small sail boat that Hook got her to calm down her behaviour (I’m thinking its called Operation Seafoam or something like that). She dresses like her dad, leather is a key but she always wears a red leather jacket cause she’s a swan after all. 

Lucy takes Henry to everyone and the majority of the season is spent finding out who caused the spell. Rumple, is a huge asset as he still has Magic and the story plays out much like the first season with the curse being broken, and everyone reunited, that’s when everyone guest stars.

Like the first season the one who cursed them all was right under their nose, and who do I think would be a good candidate? 

One of the kids. My choices would be out of, Robyn, Gideon and Lily as all of them would have had magic. Robyn daughter of the wicked witch could easily cast the curse, or Gideon or Lily as she’s the daughter of the saviour. However I don’t think there would be much malicious intent. Maybe they were discovering their powers and they found the dark curse, unaware of what it is and as their power wasn’t strong enough it didn’t work completely. 

But that is how I want the season to play out. I still want all the returning cast members to be really in the story helping the kids solve the mystery, with the kid that cursed everyone desperately trying to sabotage their plans so they won’t be found out. 

let me know what you think.

The Year of Intelligent Tigers

Some A shit ton of highlights of the last EDA I’ve read (The Year of Intelligent Tigers). Probably my longest post so far.

I took these screens while reading, along with my reactions. As usual, this is full of spoilers.

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In which Doumeki and Yashiro move in together and certain items are discovered. Shameless domesticity with a side helping of smut.

It’s bizarre. Boxes upon boxes litter his hallway, or they would if Doumeki was anywhere near half normal. As it is his bodyguard owns less than Yashiro did when he was younger. As it is, Yashiro sits playing with six cardboard boxes, pretending to be helpful, while Doumeki unpacks a case in his bedroom. He’s moving in with his lover and it’s such a bizarre situation to Yashiro, especially after the life he’s lived. Who would ever want to live with him? If it didn’t make him so indescribably happy he’d be cackling like a mad man. It’s like a bad joke. For some reason, Doumeki has chosen to love him despite everything he’s put him through and it makes Yashiro as giddy as a teenager given his first taste of sake. Nanahara and Sugimoto are here too, doing their duty by skiving off useful work. The idea is to make the move as quick and easy as possible, though with the amount of banging and cursing Nanahara is doing, Yashiro can’t help but question it. Soon they will leave though and all that will be left is Doumeki. His Doumeki. Yashiro won’t lie, he likes the sound of that.

Part of him is just excited for all the mind blowing sex he knows they’ll be having but another part of him is uneasy over the closeness. Doumeki makes him feel safe, loved and wanted and that’s a feeling so alien to Yashiro, he’s never quite sure whether to run from it or embrace it. Somehow he ended up deciding to give Doumeki a key, such a decision suggests embracing it is the way forward. Yashiro remains unconvinced though as he fingers through unbeguiling shirts he hopes Doumeki will never wear… like that tiger shirt that seems to be his most prized possession. Not that that doesn’t make Yashiro’s heart feel funny…
“Doumeki, what do you want to do for lunch?” Yashiro calls out lazily. Usually Doumeki would cook but it’s a special occasion after all. He doesn’t want his bodyguard working harder than he has too. Not today at least.
“I don’t mind Boss.”
“Doumeki if you’re going to be living here at least do me the courtesy of using my name. It’s not Boss, it’s Yashiro… Ya-Shi-Ro.” He spells it out playfully while continuing to nosey through Doumeki’s meagre possessions, leaving all of the heavy lifting to Sugimoto and Nanahara.

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My Hero Academia Introspection– How the series won me over?

I have a deep love for Shonen Anime (and Manga), I have several issues with some of its troupes and cliches, but most of the time they are an experience to which I never say no…even if they may be overly juvenile, even if they may not be the best executed and even if, in some occasion, are just plain and obnoxious…Nevertheless the enjoyment that gives me discover a new flashy Shonen series is one the best experiences that I got from the medium, the creativity, the passion, the scope…especially when that series started as compilation of some of my less liked shonen troupes just to become, one year later, one of my most anticipated series of the Year.

So let make the question, Why My Hero Academia (from here only referred as Academia) works so well?

My initial relationship with Academia was a tricky one, the series was always fun, I won’t deny that, but I have quite a trouble with its themes…

So our hero, Deku, wants to become a “Super Hero” in a world in which people are born with super powers called Quirks, unfortunately he is part of the 20% of the population that is born without a Quirk, despite that he keeps pushing forward to achieve his dream, studying, working hard, never giving up…but even doing that he will never become a hero, as it’s told to Deku and us, the audience, by the best and official N°1 ranked hero in this universe, All Might…Being a hero is a dangerous work and the ones that put themselves in the line of fire are the first in suffer the consequences…and even someone as powerful as All Might in no strange to the consequences, someone like Deku, a weak kid without any kind of super powers, could never stand a chance…

But at the end what means “to be a Hero” isn’t about how strong you are or how talented you are, it’s about the honest desire to protect others, and so Deku, as the true hero that he is, throws himself to this impossible menace in order to save his kind of “friend” Bakugo…he is useless, of course, but his pure desire inspire the injured All Might to give it all and stop the “Villain” and save they…and then we have this fucking wonderful scene with this incredible and inspiring music alongside a beautiful sunset that fits the mood perfectly with a hopeless Deku, broken for the crude realization that he will never  manage to accomplish his dream, confronted by All Might, again, but this time is different, this time his words  are no about resignation but hope 

… and is fucking great…

…then we have this “I have choose you to become my successor, so I will give you my power that make me super buff and is, probably, a game breaker in universe”… you just lost me.

This is entirely personal issue of course, I have a personal bias against some of these tropes, I hate chosen ones, I hate purely altruistic heroes (Protagonists), I despise characters that win because they are morally superior and etc, etc. and don’t get me wrong, I think that any story and trope can be interesting and good…

I don’t know if there is already an existing archetype for this kind of characters but for the sake of this argument I will call it the “Onodera Archetype”…and it puts together some of my more despise character traits in one simple and hateful package.

I hate you honey…and the rest of the cast of Nisekoi, I sorry guys but you just suck. Except Ruri (And Shu) she is awesome.

But then Shokugeki no Soma gives me Tadokoro, who embodies a big part of the “Onodera Archetype”, but the think here is that the show actually takes his time to develop Tadokoro, she is more that “oh she is so shy and innocent, how cute”…No she is a fucking character who happens to have self-confident issues in a highly competitive school setting and she has to face that problem, she needs to grow if she wants to stay relevant in universe and to us the audience and she does it and its fucking great.

Tadokoro, she is pretty good

…and she is the perfect example of who you took something that I may not like and make love it

And why is the point of this overly long rant?…Because Academia plays with this tropes, to my genuine surprise, pretty well.

I like that Deku has to work his ass to be able to inherit All Might’s power and I like that that is attached to his character arc, a training it’s not just only a process to just become more OP, it also an opportunity to flesh out a character (And again I love that the series maintains Deku’s honest and passionate hard working nature nature) and develop it, I like that he has no real control over One for All and that his battles during this first season (And these three episodes of the second season) are fought no with an ultimate “special move” nor a moralistic monologue (Hi talk no jutsu I’m really glad that you are not here…for now at least) but with the results of his abilities gained thanks training and studies…that are fucking attached to his personality and develop

(This may be sound no so big, but I’m sucker when in a series with super power the actual fact of have powers are plot points attached to the respective characters)

Deku admires Heroes therefore he studies them, he admires Bakugo for his confidence, his presence and powers and he thinks that he’ll become a great hero, therefore he knows the extent of his powers, his tics, how he think and he respond in his own personal way, as fearful kid who lacks confidence, fighting with his methodic moves a careful planning, for the purpose to defeat, to be recognize by this figure that always overwhelm him and admire, it’s not overly complicated and it can be argue that the fight could be better paced, but even with that, it was a really meaningful character moment that scream to me “I have something meaningful to say ” and I also liked that the fight isn’t a resolution but just setting up for both kids development in the future.

…There are more issues that upset me and they are even more point that I love about the series, but this not an analysis but a reflection in this show that I just keep watching, initially, because it was the sequel to Tiger & Bunny that we never got (STILL WAITING) that become this genuinely great series that hook me in playing with tropes that I usually don’t like and which led me to this great second season with which I’m just having a fucking blast.

So My Hero Academia, I Fucking love it .

PD: For the record I think that the series starts to get really fucking good once Deku start to assist A.U., and the series is not bad before I just have some problem with the execution of his themes.

PD2: I don’t care of what anybody says Hatsume Mei is best girl.