also you gave me a reason to use my favourite picture

charming-langst  asked:

I NEED more of your mafia au in my life. So please continue, I'll make it worthwhile. *slides you Shiny Ninetails Pokémon card and a pack of Trident two layer gum*

Okay everyone, I would just like to say that yes, there will be a Part 4 because I still have some scenes in mind. But the fact that you take time to send me asks about the MafiaAU: Lance Salazar really made my day as well as when some of you commented on the post itself. And thanks to those who liked it and special thanks to those who shared it!

Also @charming-langst​….how did you guessed that I like nine tails? *narrowing my eyes at you* are you spying on me? Joke! But really, it was such a coincidence that you guessed my favorite!

At the age of eight, Lance’s studies about their world started. His childhood became limited ever since he showed his intelligence level once during the family’s recreational activities. Honestly, Lance thought that they were just playing a simple board game. His father explained to him the rules and for little Lance back then, it was fairly easy. He beat his father five times in a row. It was after a few years passed when Lance discovered that his father was a genius chess player (Vongola Decimo always called his father for a game or two) and strategist.

At the age of twelve, Lance sneaked into the meeting room of his father due to a dare from one of his siblings. He didn’t manage to get inside the room though for a certain man caught his attention. Maybe the man was near his fifties but his features still showed that he was one of those types that could easily get the attention of others. Later on, he discovered that the name of the man was “Reborn” and that he was the most trusted adviser of Vongola Decimo. The guy was also known as the number one hitman in the Mafia world. Maybe this Reborn person saw something in him for the next day Decimo himself visited Lance personally. They chatted for a bit and play some board game called “Games of the Generals”. Lance managed to win 2 out of 3.

Lance was a natural charmer. He could melt anyone’s heart (hearts that were not frozen cold) and he knew this himself. Sometimes he used it to his advantage whenever he was kidnapped. But if things got worst then there was a reason why he was trained how to use the gun.

He was no stranger to blood. Once or twice he passed through their interrogation rooms and the sight of bloodied and dismembered bodies became a norm for him. Lance made his first interrogation at 15 when he and his youngest sister got kidnapped. A few exchanged of gun shots here and there, and Lance managed to turn the tables around. The hunter became the hunted, a phrase said from a number of his favourite movies.

Lance was labelled as “Young Demon” that day.

Just because he was used to the sight and smell of murder didn’t mean that he wanted to live his whole life like this. Lance has dreams of his own. He has dreams that he wanted to reach with his own hands.

Hands of Lance and not the hands of Salazar’s.

Lance knew that the Vongola Decimo favoured him from the rest of the children of their allies. Though he never knew the reason why, Lance used this to his advantage. He listed all the reasons why he wanted to get out, why he wanted to be freed. Of course all of his reasonings were weak, Lance knew this and the Vongola knew this. But still, Decimo talked to that Reborn person and after a few hours of waiting, they escorted Lance back to the Salazar’s mansion and talked about the future with the Salazar Don.

At the age of 16, Lance was no longer a member of the dark world. He was just an ordinary civilian.

Yeah, right.

Everyone knows you could never escape the underworld, especially if you were born inside it.

The deal made was consisted of: one, Lance would stay in the vacation house given to him by Decimo himself and located in Cuba. Two, some Salazar’s men would check up on him personally every other week. Three, he was not allowed to invite any civilian (even though Lance was technically considered as civilian also) in his house. Four, he was obligated to meet or talk to the family in important events which was birthdays and Christmas.

So all in all it was like he had just taken a temporary vacation away from the Mafia.

And it was a good thing he only cut the Mafia ties but not his ties as a blood relative.

Because Lance loved his family with all his heart, never question him about this.

Pidge was beyond irritated right now. Who would have thought that Lance was a Salazar? That Salazar. It was like suddenly all the pieces clicked together into their own proper places. She thought Lance was born in a family of soldiers or just used to play strategic games during his teenage years.

She never freaking expected that Lance was born inside the Mafia.

It was lunch time and everyone was eating together. When Pidge said everyone she did meant everyone. Lance just gave his servants one look and they all settled themselves with the rest of team Voltron on the dining area after they put down all the foods and drinks.

The table was a bit similar to the one they used in the castle. It was long and elliptical in shape, she was used seeing Allura to be on what the Paladins had dubbed as the head part of the table so seeing Lance in that position was very unusual for Pidge. Lance kept cooing like a baby when he saw the foods and drinks on the table, at least some things hadn’t changed. Pidge didn’t really know if she knew Lance that deep despite being stuck together in space for five years.

“Wow! Esmeralda, your cooking is the best! No offence, Hunk.” Lance added the last sentence as an afterthought when he took a bite of what he called ropa vieja.

“None taken, Lance. This taste really good.”

Esmeralda, Pidge assumed it was the woman sitting across from her, smiled when she heard the praises of the rest of the Paladins and the obvious delight of the two Alteans when they started to eat also.

“Thank you. We really missed your presence here, Young Master.”

“Ah…I’ll say stop calling me ‘Young Master’ but…”

“But we will just keep doing it because someone needs to remind you what is your real position.” It was the head butler named Alejandro who spoke before cleaning his lips using the napkin and Pidge was reminded of those movies where people try to learn proper table manners in just one night. Good thing Lance didn’t care about proper etiquette inside his own house.

“Give me a break, Alejandro. I’m already 24 years old! I’m not that young boy anymore!”

“And yet you are still that young boy who almost gave Master Halberd a heart attack when he saw you waving a gun.” One of the maids named Juliana commented as she poured Allura’s cup with apple juice.

“That was one time! And it was Falcata’s fault for leaving her gun on her study table.” Pidge could not believe it, Lance was pouting because his servants were ganging up on him. She could not consider this as sharing embarrassing stories because imagining little Lance waving a gun with the safety either on or off was not a really good picture in her mind right now.

“Come to think of it, isn’t it because of that that Master Khanda started teaching Young Master Lance how to hold a gun?” Marcelo looked up at the ceiling as if it could verify his words.

“Emphasize the word hold. Mistress Flyssa threw a fit when she saw her older brother teaching Young Master Lance how to shoot.” Benita snickered when she refreshed the memory of her twin brother.

“And because of that, Master Halberd was forced to step in and declared that Young Master Lance will only be allowed to shoot a gun when he reached the age of thirteen.”

“Hey, you are just two years older than me, Learco! Why are you calling me ‘Young Master’ too?! And why are you guys sharing my childhood stories to my friends?!” Lance started hitting the table with his right hand like a petulant child as he focused his gaze on the left side of the table where his butlers and maids were seated.

“Because it’s fun~” Sylvia sang as she waved her fork around.

“And two years is still two years. Which means that you are technically my ‘Young Master’.” Learco grinned but ducked under the table on the last second when Lance threw his glass towards him.

“I can’t believe this,” Lance held his chest in a show of mock hurt, “betrayed by my second family. After five years and this is the welcome that I get? I should have fired all of you before I got blasted in space by a sentient lion.”

“We really missed you, Young Master Lance.” Pidge heard the oldest human male in the room and she saw that the man was giving Lance a fatherly smile which their Blue Paladin returned with an equally soft smile.

“See? Only Grandpa Eterio lives up to his name!”

“Eh, that is because Grandpa Eterio likes to baby you, Young Master.

“That’s it.”

Learco yelped when Lance took hold of the knife beside his plate and jumped towards him. The rest of the maids and butlers just continued eating and coaxed the Voltron team to do the same while Learco was running for his dear life because Lance has long legs and the stamina to run a five kilometer marathon.

If this was the people that Lance considered as his second family then Pidge thought that she must ready herself in meeting the main family.

No wonder Lance asked them to bring their bayards.

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Mafia AU: Lance Salazar (OCs mini guide) 

truthteaserum  asked:

Hey I just that evil smiling picture of you playing dnd. I was wondering what you did to become a good dm, I've been curious about playing the game for a while and I think I have to be the dm if I want people to play with lol. Thanks for any help

I promise I didn’t ignore you! I’ve been real busy this week, and wanted to treat this question with the respect it deserves. Thanks for asking me…and assuming I’m a good DM, lol. I try to be good by following the cardinal rule: if you and your players have fun, you win! It’s easy to think it’s you v. the players as a DM, but really it’s a story you’re all making together, you help keep it going smoothly but it belongs to all of you. Once you look at it all from that perspective it gets less stressful, for me at least. Now I know it’s kinda weird since I did kill my players in that picture you saw going around… But that was a one shot. And there were ample opportunities for them to reverse the tide, but the dice were not on their side.

Anyway. I’m sure you’re looking for more concrete answers. Here are the most important things I did in learning to DM.

1. Watch D&D games
I watched Critical Role for a few weeks. After years of being afraid to DM, Matthew Mercer made it look easy and fun. He told fun stories and had varied characters and his players were so invested! The more I watched the more I wanted to play. And the best part about watching Critical Role is that there are 102 episodes and counting. Tons of material to mine for ideas. Another good one is The Adventure Zone podcast. It starts out a little slow for my tastes but once you get into it it’s AMAZING. I love the story in this one, it’s a great way to show you don’t have to stick to typical fantasy tropes to have a great game. Any genre can be a fun game.

While watching, I paid attention to what kinds of rolls the DM called for in situations, how many monsters you could throw before combat gets hazy, how hard it is to DM for lots of people, how long combat takes, how to describe effects based on dice roll, and most importantly, when to stone face your players and when to laugh like the evil genius you are.

2. Get tips from experts
Okay, so, now you think you could probably do the thing, but you don’t want to screw it up right out of the gate. I spent years too scared to DM because it seemed like there was too much to know. I went looking for words of wisdom and found the aforementioned Matt Mercer’s GM Tips. It’s a great series of videos that are short and helpful, split up by topic. Another great series of videos is anything from Matthew Colville, whose Running the Game videos are probably the second largest influence on my work as a Dungeon Master (after Matt Mercer). I also read tons of articles from the official D&D website, like the Sage Advice column. I read every Unearthed Arcana article and thought about how those adjustments compared to the Player’s Handbook. I signed up for the Roleplaying Tips mailing list run by Johnn Four, whose advice is probably the third largest influence on my DMing. I heavily recommend it also because it’s great to get a reminder to work on D&D every few days when a new tip arrives in your inbox. Seriously the best mailing list I’ve ever been on. He also answers questions and solicits answers from the community, so he’s a great resource for obscure wonders.

3. Join a community
This kind of follows from the previous point about advice from Johnn directly. If you’re really struggling with the density of the Core Rulebooks and are daunted by the many columns and tables, a community can help explain things. For instance, I had a lot of trouble parsing how exactly XP adjusted values work. I asked online, and someone helpfully pointed out the reference and made an example so I’d get how to use it myself. Tumblr is good, but I prefer reddit for D&D things. Some great subreddits are r/DMAcademy, r/DMToolkit, r/DnDBehindtheScreen, r/mattcolville (yes, that same Matt Colville), r/UnearthedArcana, and r/worldbuilfing.

There are a number of other forums specifically for D&D that I have accounts for but never use, mostly because I am still recovering from my forum days… I won’t date myself and say how long ago.

4. Google is your friend!
I google everything I need for D&D. Sometimes, even though I know the information I want is in my PHB, the book is on my shelf and I’d have to search for the info. The internet can tell me what I need to know NOW. So! Here’s my advice for googling D&D stuff, along with some of my favourite links.

Rules: Include ‘5e’ or ‘fifth edition’ along with the keyword you’re looking for. This will reduce your chances of ending up on a site intended for players of another edition.
Spells: Don’t google them, go to Seriously. This website saves my life every time I play D&D. You can also make spellbooks for your characters and then generate pdfs before your game! It’s MAGICAL!
Monsters: Homebrew monsters can be fun but be careful when implementing them in your game. If you need help building encounters (like I do), use Kobold Fight Club.
Images: Google image search can get you really general or really specific stuff. If you want random images to inspire you you’re better off looking at something like The MET.
Names: There is one site to end all sites for this. For all other generators, see donjon.

5. Steal like an artist
I have a lot of fun watching, reading, and playing other types of media and thinking, “I’m going to steal that for my game.” I love comic books for example. Recently, I decided to put Iron Man into my game. Not for any reason, just because it would be fun. I didn’t simply put Tony Stark as a rich human noble into my game and wait for my player to meet him so I could do my best Robert Downey Jr. impression. I thought about what makes that character exciting and recognizable and transported it into the steampunk world of my campaign. I changed his name and race. I made him an Artificer, a Gunslinger protective of his prototypes (*waves at Taliesin*), who could also build Mech Suits that are as much works of art as they are feats of magical engineering. I gave him an assistant with a romantic love triangle and let him loose in my world. It was so much fun to watch my player figure out my inspiration! Not every NPC needs this level of detail, but all your choices should circle back to ‘How well would this work in MY world?’

By taking inspiration from the things you love, filling in the 'gaps’ to breathe life into your universe should come easily. I didn’t know Tran Intubi (Tony Stark) had a gallery of retired mech suits in his Tower but I described as such in-game. The description came naturally when I had a base inspiration to rely on.

I hope that was more helpful than long-winded!

The Perfect Day

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, breakups, some angst, self loathing, swearing, Bucky being cute af 

Word Count: 2420 (Sorry not sorry)

Requests: Hey can you do a Bucky x Reader where it’s the readers birthday and Bucky and her both like each other but to scared to say anything but everyone else knows and they throw her a surprise birthday party and they get together in the end. You can add more details too

Can I request something for my birthday on the 20th? Anything with Bucky, go wild.

Summary: Bucky makes sure you have the best birthday ever after your boyfriend breaks up with you. 

A/N: Happy Birthday @superpaperclip I hope you have a really good day, And I hope you like this xx

The night had been a complete and utter disaster. And that was putting it lightly.
You were sure that there had never been another time in your life that you were both humiliated and angry beyond words simultaneously and you hoped it would never happen again. What was supposed to be a lovely night out at dinner to celebrate your birthday tomorrow had turned into what you could only describe as the biggest fight you and your boyfriend had ever had to date.

He had been on edge the whole day, barely speaking more than a few words to you, and while you’d simply put it down to him being tired from the long hours he’d been doing at work it came out in the middle of the restaurant that he’d been cheating on you. For months. He’d tried the guilt card straight afterwards, telling you how sorry he was and that it had just been a slip in his judgement, but when you’d not forgiven him on the spot it quickly became your fault.

He’d left you sitting there, shell shocked as he stormed away from the dinner table.

You felt nauseous, your heart weighed as you walked back towards the tower, ignoring the looks from passersby’s as you sniffled back your tears. Your mind had been a constant whirl of thoughts since, you’d wondered whether it was truly your fault, whether you’d been a good enough girlfriend and whether or not being an Avenger had any blame to the whole thing. It was true that you weren’t always here, missions called you away at the most inconvenient times ever and you knew he’d always disliked the fact that you spent so much of your time around other men. But you’d honestly thought that he loved you.

By the end of the tirade of self blame though you had no more closure than what you’d started with and it was only making you feel worse about the situation. All you wanted right now was to crawl into your bed and forget that the day you’d been looking forward to for weeks was only three hours away. Happy birthday to you.

Walking into the tower you hoped that you wouldn’t run into anyone on the way up to your room. You’d caught sight of your reflection outside the building and you knew that the puffy eyes and black streaks on your cheeks would raise questions you didn’t think you had the emotional capacity to answer right now. Of course though, fate was not on your side.

The smile that had been on Bucky’s face the minute he saw you slipped right off as he got closer, your resolve breaking down completely when he took the few steps between you and wrapped you into his arms. Fisting the fabric of his t-shirt you sobbed against his chest as he rubbed his hand along your back, trying to soothe you softly. When your tears finally subsided he pulled back, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks before placing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Sorry,” You mumbled.
“What are you sorry for Doll?”
“That,” You gestured to the wet stains on his chest as you huffed out a shaky breath.
Bucky shrugged, giving you a lopsided grin. “Needed washing anyway.”

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Let Me Take Care of You

A/N I’ve been seeing so many pictures of Chanyeol holding his hip lately, and it makes me so sad that he’s hurt. I don’t have a firm bias in EXO, but Chanyeol is the one who caught my attention first, so I feel like he’s my main bias.

So because I just want to take care of the adorable giant, I thought I’d write a really cute scenario about it. I hope you like it- xoxo

P.S mention of sex, nothing to be worried about though, just cheeky Chanyeol.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Park Chanyeol/ Reader

Requested: No

(Requests are open)

gif isn’t mine, credit to the owner.

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

It was that time of year that your boyfriends group had a comeback. Exo had only just finished promotions for Ko Ko Bop and yet here they were promoting for their new single Power, and their new repackage album. You always hated how hard SM worked these boys, but you loved the glow they all got when performing for their fans, and there was nothing you loved more than to see the spark in your boyfriends eyes as he looked out at all the Exo-L supporting him and the boys.

 You never protest or grumble about the amount of work they each have to do. But when it comes to the point where your beautiful giant of a man is hurting, that’s when you have something to say.

You sat in their dressing room,surrounded by various staff members, looking up at a TV, watching their little fan-meeting. You hadn’t seen Chanyeol for a few weeks, as he has been busy with the comeback preparations. So when you saw Baekhyun helping Chanyeol up the steps, you knew that something was wrong, and he hadn’t told you. As the group prepared to perform their first song, you noticed Chanyeol seat himself off to the side of everyone, holding onto his hip. Something was definitely wrong.

The whole fan-meeting you didn’t take your eyes off of him, and this time it wasn’t for the reasons you’re normally fixated on him. He was still the happy Chanyeol you love, with the beaming smile. But there was something else too. The little flickers of pain crossing his face. The little twitches he makes when he had moved too fast and hurt his hip. All you wanted to do was pull him off of that stage and make him rest, maybe have a warm bath to ease the pain. But the Chanyeol still didn’t know you were there yet and you couldn’t really risk showing yourself right now. 

You stood in your spot in front of the TV, anchored in place as you waited for it to end. As the boys were saying their goodbyes, you turned towards the door, anxiety bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Anxious to see your lovable boyfriend, but also anxious at the fact you would see how hurt he actually is. 

You could hear them before you could see them. The noise from them instantly bringing a smile to your face and slightly settling the feeling in your stomach. The first one you saw was Sehun, he smiled as soon as he saw you, making your smile wider. When you looked past him you saw your boyfriend, glued to his side, Baekhyun, who’s hand was placed on the small of his back, guiding him into the room. You saw the crease in his forehead, concentrating on his hip, he didn’t notice you stood in the middle of the room until Baekhyun gave him a gentle pat signaling him to look up. 

His famous smile took over his face as soon as he saw you, making your heart swell at the sight. He walked out of Baekhyun’s light hold to reach you, his arms reaching out to pull you into his chest. 

You made a small ‘oof’ sound as you collided with his hard chest. You snuggled into him as you felt him hold you tighter. 

“I didn’t know you were coming.” His low voice whispered in your ear. 

“Well I missed my boyfriend, and thought I’d surprise you.” You pulled away looking up at him, smiling softly. “Surprise.” His deep chuckle filled your ears, as you looked into each others eyes, you remembered all the reasons you love him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” You questioned, hands on his chest, as you looked at him, expectant for an answer.

“I didn’t want to worry you, I knew you would be reluctant towards me doing my schedules.” Chanyeol sighs.

“I’d be reluctant yes, but I wouldn’t stop you performing for your fans, if you told me I could’ve looked after you after schedules. And I always worry about you Yeol, it’s because I love you.” Chanyeol smiled at you, his hands reaching to cup your face. “And also you’re so damn clumsy, i’m worried one day you’re going to dance yourself off of the side of the stage.” You smirked up at him as he laughed at you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too.” He whispered into your hairline, moving away from you to look at you.

“As cute as this is hyung, I’m tired and hungry and we all need to get ready to leave, but you’re taking your sweet time wrapping this up.” Sehun sassed at his elder. Chanyeol raised his fist at him jokingly. 

You moved out of your boyfriends hold. As he turned to look back at you, you saw the pout that had adorned his face, making your heart once again swell. making you think to yourself, Yah Chanyeol you’re bad for my health!

You smiled at him, pushing him towards the boys lightly, scared you’ll aggravate his injury. “Go get ready, I’ll be right outside.”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Chanyeol’s arms found their way to your waist, not yet ready to let you go.

“I mean as long as it’s okay with the guys.” You said looking at Junmyeon for an answer.

“You’re welcome to have him, we don’t have a schedule tomorrow anyway.” You smiled at Junmyeon in thanks, your mind being put at ease at the fact that you will be able to look after Chanyeol, even if it’s only for a day. You looked back at Chanyeol giving him a kiss on his cheek. 

“I’ll be outside waiting.” Smiling you walked outside the dressing room, shutting the door behind you. You leant up against the wall opposite, thinking of how you were going to pamper your injured puppy when you got home, first on the agenda, a nice warm bath.

You were interrupted by, once again, Chanyeol’s hands sneaking around your waist. His lips kissing your hairline. “Ready?” He asked, you nodded, heading out to the car park just behind the place. You said goodbye to the rest of the boys, and soon enough you were on your way to your apartment.

As you stepped into your apartment, Chanyeol once again wrapped his arms around you.

“Yah Chanyeol you need to rest.” You playfully glared at him.

“But i’ve missed you.” He pouts at you. You smile up at him, your left hand moving up to run through his newly dyed blue hair. 

“Nice hair.” You smirked up at him. your answer was the meeting of his lips on yours. You closed your eyes, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy, as they always did every time Chanyeol kissed you. Your other hand came up to join the left in his hair. You parted from him slowly, leaving him with one last peck on his lips.

“Soooo i’m guessing with my bad hip and all, sex is out of the picture.” Chanyeol smiled cheekily at you. 

“With the way you are, I think it would be best to not move too vigorously, don’t you?” You smirked up at him.

“I mean I don’t have to be on top, I don’t even have to move.” He smirked back at you.

“We both know that’s not gonna work, is it?.”

“Was worth a try.” You kissed him on the lips, moving out of his grasp to walk down the hallway. “Where are you going?” He questioned, following you like the puppy he is.

“Running you a bath.” You entered the bathroom, looking through your cupboard for one of your favourite bath bombs. You heard a dramatic gasp behind you, causing you to turn around in alarm. 

“You’re going to let me use one of your sacred bath bombs? I must be blessed to get the privilege.” You rolled your eyes at your tall boyfriend.

“You only ever have showers here, so you’ve never given yourself the chance to use one, that’s not my fault.”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the showers.” You heard his voice closer to your ear, as he pressed himself up against you, looking in the same cupboard as you, quickly retrieving the orb or wonderfulness you had been looking for. You took it from him, placing it on the side. Turning the taps on your bath, you knelt beside the tub, waiting for it to fill at a perfect depth so you called drop the product into it, constantly testing the temperature. As soon as the bath was drawn, you looked up to your, now half naked boyfriend, your hand outstretched, asking him to hand you the bath bomb. 

You watched as it swirled and fizzed in the water, releasing lines of amber, meeting the contrasting coolness of the blue colour from the other side of the product. 

You stood up to face your boyfriend, your hands reaching the waistband of his tight jeans. You looked down as you unbuttoned them, moving the zipper down, and slowly pushing his jeans to the floor to leave him in his underwear. 

“I thought you said no sex.” Chanyeol teased.

“I did. But I want to take care of you.” Your eyes met his. “Let me take care of you.” He smiled down at you. Before you could remove his boxers, his hands met yours, and you looked up at him once again. 

“Will you get in with me.” You nodded, there’s not a lot that you would deny Chanyeol, and with that once sentence you could feel how much he’s be missing you, the emotion in his eyes confirming just as much. You pulled away to let him remove your cardigan from your frame, your t-shirt and jeans following. You looked at each other stood in your underwear. Your hands went back to his underwear, pulling them down, your eyes still on his. when he was fully naked, you lightly pushed him towards the bath tub, urging him to get in. A soft moan left him as the warm water soothed his aching muscles. You followed him, ridding yourself of your underwear, climbing into the bath behind him.

“I imagined this a little differently.” He chuckled in front of you. Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“How so?”

“I imagined you to be in front of me, or on my lap.” You smiled at his thoughts.

“Well tonight i’m taking care of you, so that can wait for another day.”

“There’s a lot of things we have scheduled for another day, won’t you be tired out? maybe i’ll have to bathe you instead that day.” You blushed at the meaning to his words. You worked to put your hair into a bun, as to not get it wet. Grabbing a sponge you started to work in small circles, scrubbing your boyfriends back. He sighed in content as you worked into helping him relax. 

You left kisses on the broad expanse of his shoulder, and on the back of his neck. You softly and slowly worked on the small of his back, worried that if you worked any harder it would hurt him. 

“I’m not going to break you know.” His deep voice whispered, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen upon you.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You kissed his shoulder. His head turned to the side so he could look at you, making eye contact with you, as a serious expression overtook his face.

“You could never hurt me y/n.” 

“I know, I never intend to.” You answered

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You smiled at him

You continued to pamper your boyfriend, teasing comments being thrown your way, as he tried to convince you that having sex would not leave his waist in more pain, and that it would benefit the both of you. You simply laughed at him, telling him to behave himself. you washed his chest from behind, and his abs, because, well you just couldn’t help yourself.

You left him to wash the rest of himself, as you lathered shampoo into his hair, laughing and giggling at anything and everything. Because that’s just how you and Chanyeol were.

All too quickly he was helping you out of the bath and wrapping a towel around you. You held on to his hand, leading him to your bedroom, both of you getting dressed in comfy clothes. Him in an oversized jumper and sweatpants, and you in one of his big t-shirts. 

“Do you want pizza or chicken?” You asked as you dried his hair with a towel.

“Ah I should probably eat healthily with the comeback and all.” You took the towel away from him, glaring down at him.

“It is one night, they’ll never know, plus you need to eat more anyways, so i’m going to order both.” He shook his head at you, as you went to order the food.

Soon enough you were both cuddled up on the sofa, watching as many films as you could. Chanyeol trying, and failing, at feeding you pizza romantically. Half way through your fifth film, you started to drift off.

“Lets go to bed, I think we both need sleep.” Chanyeol pulled you off of the sofa, turning the TV off. Chanyeol took off the baggy jumper he had on, climbing onto the side of your bed he now occupies. You followed him, snuggling into his side, feeling his warmth, as your hand moved up and down his chest.

“Thank you.” You looked up at your boyfriend, urging him to carry on with what he wanted to say. “For today, for coming to see me, even though the injury hasn’t gone away, I feel better, all thanks to you.” He kissed the top of your head.

“You know I’m always here for you, if you ever get hurt or just feel a little down, i’m always here. I love you and I just want to make you feel better. You look after me enough, I should get to look after you.”

“I love you so much”. was the last thing he said to you before his lips captures yours in a loving kiss. You both slept soundly, knowing that you both cared for each other deeply, and that the love ran deeper. 

GeekGirl and FanBoy

A/N: Drabble request for @marvelatbarnes. Imagine where the reader and Juice are geeking out in front of the other club members. Thanks for the request, lovely! Hope you like x

You ran down the hall of the clubhouse, screeching out to your best friend, laptop in hand.
“Y/N, what’s wrong??” Juice asked you, his voice muffled.
He’d been working on club stuff when you came out, and was so in the zone that when he heard you yelling, he looked you over for injuries, missing the smile on your face.
“THOR IS COMING TO COMICCON!!” You turned your screen to face Juice, pointing at the announcement post made on the ComicCon website.
“OH MY GOD, NO WAY!!” Juice’s eyes were wide and bright, fists clenched tight in excitement.
“What on Earth is going on with you two?” Chibs asked, turning in his barstool to face you. His voice was also muffled.
“ONLY THE GREA-” You started before Chibs stopped you, hopping down from his stool and walking over to you, removing your headphones from your head.
“Only the greatest thing to ever happen to us! Thor is coming to ComicCon! He got added to the lineup last minute, was able to make it!”
You and Juice danced around, the rest of the club watching you with concern.
You both stopped, looking back, slightly blushing.
“Neeeeeeeeeeeeerds!!!” Tig yelled out, to the amusement of the others.
“Yeah, yeah.” You said, Juice rolling his eyes.
You’d both had heard it so many times, but you didn’t care.
Meeting Juice at the gaming store you worked at, you’d quickly become best friends. When Juice wasn’t out doing club business and you weren’t working, you were joined at the hip, geeking out over all your favourite movies, games, comics, everything.
The other club members always teased you guys, but were glad that Juice had found someone to freak out about all that stuff with, even if it was so they didn’t have to fake interest.
“Do you reckon Clay would let you take time off from club stuff to go?”
“I hope so, I really wanna go!” Juice replied. “We’ll ask him when he gets back.”


“You wanna go away to a nerd convention?” Clay asked, looking disapprovingly at you guys like you were his children.
Both you and Juice had ambushed Clay as he’d rode into TM’s parking lot, having waited all day for him.
“Please, Clay, it’s only in San Diego. I haven’t asked for any time off in months and we’d really love to go.” Juice said, asking Clay.
“You are literally the greatest man alive, even greater than a Norse god. If you tried to lift his hammer, you would be worthy and possess the power of Thor.” You said, trying to sway the old man.
“Hardly anything you ever say to me makes sense, Geek Girl.” Clay replied.
“Pretty endearing, huh? Endearing enough to let my best buddy here come with me to San Diego in a month?” You raised your eyebrows, biting your lip and nodding your head slowly, watching for any indication on Clay’s face of a positive answer.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes.
“Yeah, you can go. But,” He added, before you started getting overly excited.
“Juice, you gotta be reachable if we need you. Phone on at all times. You too, Y/N, in case we can’t reach Juice.”
Both you and Juice nodded and started dancing around again.
”Save the dancing for the party tonight.” Clay said, walking into the clubhouse, the pair of you following him.

”Okay, tickets are purchased, and we have our passes to meet Hemsworth and get pictures.” You said to Juice as he walked into the room, the confirmation email having been sent through to your phone.
”I’m gonna start looking up hotels tomorrow.” Juice replied. He’d been helping make sure everything was set for the evening.
”Juice, Y/N, come out and party!” Jax came knocking on the door of Juice’s dorm room.
”We should go out there.” Juice said, and you nodded.
The party hadn’t been going on for long, but it was going off when they got out there. They hung out, chatting and drinking with everyone.
After a while, Juice went and sat on one of the couches, and you went to get beers. As you brought them over to your friend, you stopped dead, appearing to be staring into space.
“Costumes!” You blurted out.
“But it’s less than a month out!” Juice replied.
“So we’ll just do one really good one each. We only have to wear it for one day if we want, but you can’t go to ComicCon without dressing up!”
Juice took a beer from you and you crawled into his lap, pulling out your phone.
Putting his arm around you and his head on your shoulder, he watched as you pulled up the Pinterest app, checking out other people’s cosplays.
“Who should we go as?”
“You should go as Shades from Luke Cage!” You responded, seeing a picture of him as you looked through the pictures.
“No way, I couldn’t pull that off!” Juice said, scrolling further through the feed.
“Well, we could just go as Thor and Loki, I mean, that’s kinda the reason we’re going, right?”
“Yeah! Let’s do it!”
“You know, Juice, there’s croweaters that’ll sit on your lap and give you a better time.” Tig said, seated a short way over from them, a crow giving him a lap dance.
Juice waved him off, not even bothering to look at him.
“You know what we should do.” Juice said.
“Marvel marathon.”
“Right now?” You asked.
Juice shifted under you and you stood, letting Juice up. He took your hand and lead you to his dorm.
Taking off his kutte and sinking into his bed, you grabbed more drinks from the bar fridge in his room.
Sitting next to him against the headboard, Juice scrolled through the movies on Netflix, finding the first Thor.
As the movie played, you got to the scene where Jane gave Thor mortal clothes to change into.
“Maybe I could go as Jane for one of the days.” You mentioned offhandedly.
Juice turned to you, and before you knew it, he had kissed you.
When he pulled back, you had the same face that Jane had when she saw Thor without his shirt on.
“Whoa.” You said, not sure what else to say, or if you possessed the vocabulary to say it.
“Wanted to do that for a while.” Juice said, blushing, looking down at his lap.
“If I’m going as Jane, you should go as Thor.” You replied. “Would look a bit weird if Loki was kissing Jane.”
You both chuckled, and Juice cupped your cheek with his hand, pulling you in for another kiss.

Never Be Alone

shawn mendes x reader

prompt: After years of always being by each other’s side, Shawn and reader are finally separated. The only question is, how will they hold up?

Author’s note: I’ve had this in my drafts since December but I had extreme writer’s block.

“take a piece of my heart, and make it all your own, so when we are apart, you’ll never be alone”

I was awake in bed, like I had been for a few nights now. Everything was so perfect for so long. But now, all I feel is conflict deep inside my bones. Why couldn’t life just stay easy? Why does everything have to change? More importantly, how do I tell him. I gripped the envelope in my hand, the envelope that would change everything. I was excited, I couldn’t deny that, but I was also distraught, to say the least. I looked up at the ceiling of  my dimly lit room before turning my attention to the window; the calm, black sky was twinkling with stars. I smiled, trying to keep the image in my mind, as I would have to leave behind soon. I breathed hesitantly and reached for my phone. Just as I was dialing the number, I received a call, from him.  I smiled gently and touched the green button.

“Hey, I was just about to call you.” I laughed into the phone.

“Maybe it’s telepathy.” Shawn joked. I giggled through the phone.

“I need to talk to you about something.” I breathed, my tone became serious and the mood became heavy. Shawn noticed this and his breath hitched in his throat.

“I need to tell you something too, but not tonight. Meet me in the tree house tomorrow at 8PM.” Shawn addressed

“The tree house? You’re kidding? How do you know we’ll even fit in there anymore.” I teased.

“Just trust me, it’s important.” Shawn sighed. My face relaxed and I remained silent for a while.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there Shawn.” I spoke in an all-too neutral tone. We whispered our goodbyes and ended the call.

I gently placed the phone back on my nightstand. Staring out the window, I smiled as I remembered Shawn’s voice, so soft and velvety, speaking to me moments ago. A calm breeze before the storm that was to come.

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- when the waves get too strong

request: I’ve been down lately a lot has been going on but it’s getting better thank God… can I request a one shot where the reader is usually the one all giggly and happy and Jug is the one that’s always down and being himself but it’s vice versa now and he’s trying everything he can to make the reader feel better and trying to make her smile and laugh so he’ll do dumb cute things that he usually wouldn’t do and she can’t explain why she’s down she just hasn’t been herself with everything going on

pairing: jughead jones x reader 

a/n: to the reader who requested this, I hope you find some happiness in the small day to day things and when you wake up; the sun shines a little brighter than the day before. 

The pumping music was too much for her ears, the shouts of the power hungry red head were beginning to become lost to her ears. The simplest of dance moves were almost impossible to conquer with her sleep deprived limbs. She attempted a twirl along with the rest of the girls on the squad but it was halfhearted and pitiful, not elegant or graceful like Cheryl’s.

She now turned with her eyes as cold as ice and as sharp as daggers, turned directly towards the baggy eyed girl at the back. She flipped a long piece of her ginger hair over her shoulder, the undeniable look of Blossom superiority morphing into her once soft features.

“I’m sorry, do you need a break?” Cheryl asked, no hint of actually offering a break in her tone. She strode purposefully up and down the line of now waiting cheerleaders - that included a wide eyed Betty and a curious Veronica.

“It seems that y/n here can’t keep up with the simplest routine!” the Blossom heir snipped, her head whipping in the girls direction.

“I’m sorry Cheryl, I didn’t get much sleep last night” y/n mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I can tell” the red head snapped “those bags under your eyes clearly aren’t designer”

“Cheryl!” Betty quipped with a gasp, her bright eyes flitting from Cheryl to her best friend that now sported cheeks that were red with irritation.

“Excuse me Elizabeth but I can’t afford to have girls on my cheer squad that are just going to bring the rest of us down” Cheryl’s expression was cold and unyielding, she flashed her eyes back to y/n “you’re excused from practice today. You can leave now”

Cheryl never backed down with her glare and y/n stood there at the back of the line contemplating what to do. She felt like grabbing Cheryl by her long hair and swinging her around the gymnasium a few times to shake the evil out of her, or maybe snap back with an equally insulting comment. But there was a tiredness inside her that she couldn’t explain, and that exhaustion was even causing her to abandon standing up for herself.

With one last look at Betty and Veronica, she threw her pompoms on the ground with a heavy sigh and stalked away from the gym.

“What do you think is up with y/n?” Archie leaned back in the armchair in Betty’s living room “this is the second time this week she’s blown off our studying sessions”

The rest of the group were gathered around the coffee table, Kevin sat with Veronica and Betty sat near a sprawling pile of study notes. Jughead was quite comfortable with his legs crossed on the ground, an elbow resting on his knee.

“She seemed really down at cheer practice, she’s normally one of the most involved cheerleaders” Betty added, looking at Veronica for confirmation of her statement. The dark haired girl gave a nod in return.

“You know she hasn’t come to Pop’s with us in a while either” Kevin said, a frown playing on his lips.

“Hey Jug, she’s your girlfriend” Archie leaned towards the beanie wearing boy “you know her better than anyone, do you know what’s up?”

Jughead sighed a little, turning his eyes towards the glass of the table he sat near instead of the questioning ones of the russet haired boy. He didn’t like the idea of discussing y/ns constant down behaviour before she spoke about it first. It wasn’t his place to say, and besides he didn’t know enough to openly talk about it.

“Look guys, I don’t know what’s wrong. She’s been pretty quiet with me this week so I couldn’t say” he gave a shrug, as if he was nonchalant towards the whole situation. But in truth he wasn’t.

Smiles had faltered to frowns. Warm hugs and wet kisses had become somewhat non existent in their relationship, and long talks beneath the stars had turned to brief texts. At first Jughead had thought that maybe her heart wasn’t in it anymore, that maybe that heart didn’t want his any longer. He could understand that, and accept it no matter how much it hurt. Maybe being with the same person since you were thirteen could become cold after that long.

But then Jughead began to notice that it wasn’t just his jokes she didn’t laugh at, or it wasn’t just him she didn’t have the energy to talk to. It was everyone. Slowly but surely she began giving excuses why she couldn’t go to Pop’s or to their study sessions, and after a while she stopped giving excuses at all. She just wouldn’t turn up.

Her school work was faltering and Jughead could notice how her once sparkling eyes now dulled like the blackest sky. But y/n had never given a reason, never told a tale of how the darkness had gripped her or why she never laughed anymore.

She had always been - since they were kids- the one to hold out a hand or offer a smile when someone was needing it. She needed it now, and Jughead wanted to help. His friends fell back into steady conversation while his head was doing the complete opposite, twirling and pounding with worry but also coming up with ideas to put a smile back on his girlfriends face.

Another day. Another drama.

This time around it came in the form of a teacher and not the usual red haired Blossom witch, which in a way was a sort of relief. Having a break from Cheryl’s snappy comments and cold glares seemed like a weight had lifted from y/ns shoulders.

The relief and gratitude of not being under Blossom scrutiny during cheer practice had been short lived however. It had been replaced by the schools history teacher and a very disappointing C grade. Y/n had stood there while her teacher had told her how her grades were slowly slipping and how he was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to pull herself up. Then the really bad thing had happened- they had the talk. That talk between student and teacher that usually ended with something like “If there’s anything you need to talk about, my door is always open”

Could everyone see how drained she looked? How sad she seemed? Did everyone now notice the heavy bags under her eyes?

Now there was another sort of heaviness on her shoulders; one that was weighed down with unsaid troubles and sobs that wanted to crawl up from her chest. Why was it so hard to just talk?

Maybe it was because she was afraid that she really had no excuse to be this way. Her parents weren’t fighting, there was no pressure at home, she had a group of friends she loved and a boyfriend any girl would be lucky to have. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was because she had no excuse and that just made it all worse; to know that she was living a perfectly happy life but wasn’t happy.

Y/n tried to push the thoughts of heaviness from her already clouded mind. The corridors were full of people as she made her way through them; the bell for lunch ringing proudly around the school. Kevin and Veronica stood gossiping ten lockers down and they both flashed her a smile she was sure she returned dully. The raven haired Lodge just frowned a little around her perfect glossed lips, and that just made y/n feel even worse. Sympathy for being sad was something she repressed.

She turned her eyes towards her locker and in one swift movement opened it up. A picture of Jughead and herself smiling met her like it did everyday; pinned to the grey of the inside of her locker door. It had been taken by Archie last summer when he had become overly enthusiastic about the new camera his dad had bought him. It was a rare photo of Jughead without his hat; instead the grey beanie was placed on y/ns head and her boyfriends smile was the widest she’d ever seen.

Her eyes however, did not stay on the photo for long but instead landed on the very unusual sight of a white box sitting inside. She got that automatic paranoid feeling that someone had been in her locker when she had been in class. Her hand trembled slightly as it picked up the cardboard box, a bright yellow post it note stuck to the top.

Smile more often it read you’re beautiful when you do

Her heart skipped a beat as she looked all around her, trying to see if anyone suspicious was lurking around. No one was however. She turned her attention to the box, and inside was something that made her lips twitch rapidly. Her favourite red velvet cupcakes sat inside, and somehow her bad grade in history didn’t seem so bad anymore with the promise of confectionery comfort.

She slowly closed her locker door and made her way over to Veronica and Kevin who were a few of the only people left in the corridor. Kevin looked up as he heard her light footsteps and quickly nudged Veronica who turned around instantly.

“Hey girl, what’s up?” she asked, her dark lidded eyes suddenly flooding in a warmth y/n felt right in her stomach.

“Were any of you in my locker? Or did you see anyone at it?” y/n asked with a furrowed brow, eyeing her two friends closely.

“No, and I never seen anyone either. Did you Kev?” Veronica asked but the boy just shook his head, leaving y/n feeling as confused as ever.

“It’s just someone left these cupcakes for me, and I’ve no idea who” she let her shoulders drop.

“Hey do you want to come to lunch with us today?” Kevin softly asked. She contemplated it for a moment, knowing how she hadn’t sat with her friends at lunch in forever; always giving the excuse that she was in the library. Her eyes dropped to the yellow note that she held in both hands.

Smile more often, you’re beautiful when you do

“Yeah, I think I will” she told them, matching their smiles just as wide.

The cafeteria was buzzing with loud conversation; mostly coming from the football teams table and loud high pitched laughter from the River Vixens usual spot. Right in the middle however, was a table that hosted a red head, a blonde girl next door and the unmistakable hat of Jughead Jones. All three of them looked as equally surprised to see y/n joining them today for lunch.

“Y/n” Betty smiled that eye twinkling smile “glad you could join us”

“Well I had these cupckaes and didn’t know who to share them with” she smiled back at her, swinging a leg over the bench and sitting beside her boyfriend.

“Hey” Jughead whispered, trying to share a somewhat private moment within the noise of the cafeteria.

“Hey” y/n whispered back, a hand placing itself on the warm skin of Jughead’s neck. He leaned in with a crooked smile, those turned up lips touching hers. She sighed against his mouth, wishing that it was just the two of them and she could kiss him like she used to.

But she broke away with the trace of her happiness etched onto her features. Jughead grabbed her hand under the table and it was almost like he knew; knew exactly that she needed something to hold onto. The note in the back of her pocket burned like it was on fire.

The notes had kept on coming, all day long. They had turned up in the most unexpected places; like the inside of her English folder or on the mirror of her makeup compact, and then at the end of the day there had been more inside her locker.

All were written with positive messages encouraging her in every aspect, and praising the way she looked when she smiled or the way her laugh sounded like music. It lessened a little of the burden of everyday sadness, and was one of the many reasons she was able to face the onslaught of Cheryl and the effort of the River Vixens routine at that nights football game.

The throngs of celebrating Riverdale inhabitants had slowly faded out from the football field while the losing team had trudged back to their school bus. Y/n now sat on the bleachers among the darkness of the night and the twinkling stars. the echos of the crowd still hauntingly ringing in her ears.

The notes that had been left for her now lay scattered on her lap, the inked words staring back at her. Some were longer than others, some more poetic, and all of them had the same resounding echo of a voice she knew. She could hear the shuffle of footsteps behind her, and in a moment she knew who was there.

“You not joining in the celebrating at Pop’s?” it was Jughead, and he now came towards her, his eyes dropping to the expanse of her cheer skirt, the one that held all the notes.

“I’m not really up for being around all those people right now” she told him, meeting his eyes as he knelt right in front of her “I know it was you” she added with a small smile.

“What do you mean?” her boyfriend asked her, the shadow of the field lights bouncing off his features but she could see his mouth was twisting into a grin.

“I know it was you; who left all those notes for me” she told him, her hands coming to clasp the soft skin of his face. He brought one hand up to hers and let his thumb rub circles along the back of it.

“How did you guess?” Jughead asked with a shaky laugh, his light eyes tracing every line of her face.

“I thought it was Veronica at first, it seemed like a very Veronica thing to do” she breathed “but then I remembered you’re the only one with my locker combination”

“I just thought that you…..needed some cheering up, you know? You just seem so down lately and I don’t know why” she dropped her hands from his face but he took them up immediately, holding them close to him “you can talk to me, baby”

“I don’t know what’s wrong” y/n let out in a whisper, her eyes dropping to their clasped hands “I’m just drained and sad all the time and I don’t know why. Nothing is wrong but at the same time everything’s wrong. Forget it I’m not making sense”

“Stop right there” Jughead softly told her, holding her hands tighter “see this is the problem with so many people. You think you’re not making sense or what you have on your mind isn’t important enough for anyone to listen to. But I’m listening y/n. Just talk to me”

She looked at him with tear filled eyes and he looked back just as sad. She knew she could tell him everything, and he’d listen. There was no doubt about that.

“There’s just this sadness inside me and I don’t know why it’s there or why it came on me all of a sudden. My parents love me, and support everything I do. I’ve great friends, I have you Juggy and I normally have good grades but I just feel like everything is slipping away, and that I can’t get a hold on it anymore” the tears escaped down her cheeks but Jughead shushed her with a soothing kiss to her cheek. He sat beside her and let her head fall into his chest.

“Sometimes you don’t have to have a horrible life to be sad all the time. But I don’t want that sadness to turn into a horrible life for you. I don’t want you to feel like this forever” Jughead said. 

“I just feel so selfish for moping around all the time when there’s people at school who have it worse than me and -” 

“Hey, don’t do that. You don’t get to beat yourself up because of that, that’s not fair. This isn’t your fault, this is something inside you that’s making you feel this way. Someone just needs to reach in deep enough to fix it” he told her, rubbing away the black smudges under her eyes. 

“I feel sometimes that you’re going to leave me, and it scares me” she whispered and his heart beat echoed dully in his chest when she spoke those words. 

“I would never leave you, baby” he reassured her, sweeping her hair back from her face to look at her properly “you’re the only thing in this world that means everything to me and I love you” 

“I love you too, Jug” was her response; like it always was when he said it first.

“Look, I’m not naive enough to believe this will be fixed with a few love notes and cupcakes” he said “but if it made you smile for a few moments then that’s the reason why I done it. But you need something more long term. You and I should go tomorrow and make an appointment with the school counselor, you need to talk to someone other than me and I really think that it would help. I understand if you don’t want to, but just think about it” 

“You’ll be there with me, right?” she asked him and he nodded with a smile. 

“Right by your side” 

Maybe Jughead was right, talking to someone else would be a good idea. Someone who was qualified to deal with these sort of things and maybe then she could walk around school with a genuine smile and not with one so forced and empty. Jughead took her hand, and in the other she held the notes he had left her throughout the day, the message of each one resonating deeper than they had earlier. 

That feeling of drowning in a sea of sadness was slowly ebbing as they both walked away from the football field, hand in hand. She knew that the waves weren’t going to subside right away, and that maybe they’d swallow her from time to time like they did to so many others. 

But one comforting thought remained with her; no matter how deep she was dragged under, Jughead would always be there to pull her up. 



first and foremost, please listen to pretty boy to commemorate this anniversary. you don’t need a reason to listen to it but if you needed one, go listen now :D

this is my favourite taekai day, or at least one of super super faves [mma 2013 comes really close ❤️]  

these beautiful best friends, working together is something they always said they wished to do. they killed the stage. they’re really compatible, having trained together and understanding each other’s styles. their chemistry is fantastic!

taemin also happened to forget what a shirt was that day. seriously, baby was wilding which means death for us 😂.

let’s also appreciate how beautiful they look, on their own and together as well. they’re stunning 😍.

this was an unfortunate day for junmyeon too. otl, taekai only see each other, this is a proven fact, i’m sorry junmyeon-ah.

let’s talk about how naturally their arms come around each other. jongin’s arm belongs around taemin’s shoulder and taem’s arm belongs around nini’s waist. it comes to them with the ease of time and familiarity. it’s not something they have to think about at all.

now let’s talk about their joined hands and why it’s even more beautiful than it looks at a glance.

the song was h.o.t.’s hope and the lyrics at the part where they walked together with their clasped hands were:

let’s all join our hands and look at the sky

picture the world we will be making together in the sky

it’s radiant and so beautiful

let’s all make it together with our joined hands

<< let’s all join our hands and look at the sky

picture the world we will be making together in the sky

it’s radiant and so beautiful

let’s all make it together with our joined hands>>

taekai held hands to this ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

there’s a reason why hope never gets old and idc what people say, i hope sm never changes it as the ending song for smtown lives 😭 those beautiful inspiring lyrics + taekai paying attention to them [raising their clasped hands] and looking happy and beautiful in each other’s arms makes me feel like sobbing. seriously taekai were so beautiful and radiant that night i just-

for me, one of the reason why they were practically glowing could be bc of their collab stage. it’s no secret taemin always wanted to work with jongin [he still does] and vice versa [nini also still wants to] and this collab stage was a dream come true for them. imagine achieving your dreams with your best friend. they trained together and dreamed together and learned from each other and were never jealous of each other’s success. i don’t doubt they talked about working together, being on stage together on those nights they spent sleeping on the practice room floor together 😭😭😭

in addition to this, they were practicing together for their stage beforehand and spent more time together than usual, [plus they were gonna have/had other sched together to promote their collab+taem’s solo] that gave them more time together. debut obviously made it harder for them to spend time together with both shinee and exo being so busy [heh, aside from their rendezvous that we know of] this was probably the most time they got to spend together in a while so they were feeling closer to each other.  

their happiness is really magnified x 100 when they’re with each other, it’s not something you can miss. they were practically radiating ㅠㅠ

i thought they were really going to kiss, they really look like a couple ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

taem may like scaring the shit out of nini but i’d say our bear got his revenge


the way taemin looked at jongin doesn’t need an explanation. his heart is in his eyes when he looks at nini and we can all see what’s there ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

oh idk, you know, just taemin feeling up taemin’s knees as they take a bow. you get it taem

there was something extra tender about taekai that day.

idk maybe it’s bc they spent more time together or they were thrilled by their collab stage or it was taekai being taekai or most likely all that and more but there was something special about 140815 and it really shows. i don’t claim this is 100% what happened as i’m not either of them and wasn’t there, but it’s how it seemed to me. 140815 was a special day ❤️

i hope they’ll always make each other this happy. happy 140815 3rd anniversary, happy 3rd debut anniversary to our baby and i love taekai

4 Year Secret


Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Heyyy girly!! I was wondering if you can write something like mac and the reader are together until she becomes pregnant and she doesn’t know how mac will react so she breaks up with he and leaves. He doesn’t find out until Riley (her and Riley are bffs) accidentally says something and he gets mad. Mac finds them and confronts the reader. I want angst and fluff. If you wanted you can do whatever you want. I’m trash for prompts like this.

Side Note: I’ve changed the request a bit. So the reader leaves when she finds out she’s pregnant because she’s afraid of Mac’s reaction, but also because he has a dangerous job and she doesn’t want to raise a child in that environment. A few years later Mac finds out due to Riley accidentally saying something, and gets Riley to take him to where you live now to confront you and to meet his child.

You wanted to do this with Mac, you wanted to stay and be one of those happy families. But the fear crept in regarding his job and raising a child around such a unsure environment worried you greatly. Also couple that with not knowing how Mac was going to react, made you fell ill, more than your already were.

So you made the hardest decision of your life and walked away with Mac never knowing that he was going to be a father.

4 years later

“Y/S/N, Grandma and Grandpa are going to be here any minute. Do you have everything?”. You shouted from the kitchen to your 4 year old son, who was going to spend the day with your parents. He rushed in the room with a big smile and ran over to the table to grab his favourite toy.

“Now I do!”, he held up his toy and you couldn’t help but smile. Y/S/N was acting and looking more and more like Mac every single day. The doorbell rang and you opened it to see your parents on the other side. They greeted you with hugs and kisses before walking in.

“Y/S/N is just getting his backpack, he should be out any minute”.

Your dad went to go help and it was just you standing in the living room with your mum, who couldn’t stop staring your way.

“Darling, have you considered perhaps telling-”.

Before she had the chance to say his name, you cut her off. “Mum, please don’t go there”.

She sighed, but didn’t let the conversation go.

“He deserves to know he has a son, Y/N. You can’t keep that from him, you shouldn’t keep it from him. I understand why you didn’t tell him the moment you found out. But Y/S/N needs his dad”.

It was a hard thing to hear. You intent wasn’t to keep Mac in the dark forever, and you could see how Mac would be disappointed not getting to see Y/S/N grow up. It was just hearing those words out loud, made the guilt wash over even more than it had been, and the fear of potentially having the conversation grew.

Y/S/N walked back into the room with your father right behind him, and looked more than eager to go.

“Alright baby, be good for grandma and grandpa. Mummy loves you and she will see you soon”. You told him, kissing Y/S/N on the cheek.

“Me love you too”. He replied, bopping you on the nose.

Your mother gave one last “you have to tell him” look before leaving. However what you didn’t know was that Mac had already found out.

Phoenix Foundation HQ

Reily’s POV

Matty had all called us in for a private meeting, meaning that a mission had come across her desk that needed to be dealt with. I was the first to arrive, but it wasn’t long before I heard the voices of Jack and Mac bickering as they themselves entered the room.

“That doesn’t even make sense, man”. Jack argued

Mac rolled his eyes and gave a smile in my direction to show he noticed my presences in the room, I of course smiled back and let the two of them continue their argument.

“Nothing about this conversation makes sense, Jack”.

Eyeing each of them I interrupted purely to find out what they were on about, but as soon as I did I wished I hadn’t. “What are you two on about?”.

Jack stood at the front of the room, arms crossed. “Mac, the genius here thinks this looks nothing like him”.

Jack showed me a picture of a cute kid, frowning. “Why do you have a photo of a child on your phone?”. I asked Jack, who looked just about done.

Mac took the phone and set it down on the table. “Because he has too much time on his hands, and decided to download a stupid app to see what our kids would look like if we ever had any”.

I could sense that Mac was more than annoyed with this, he didn’t let his emotions show most of the time. But this was different….if he only knew.

“Come on, man. It’s just a bit of fun. Bozer didn’t seem to mind when I paired him up with Riley”.

My mouth fell open and I shrieked, “You did what!?”.

Jack looked my way. “Relax it’s nothing serious, it doesn’t mean anything”.

Sitting back down I picked up the phone to have a proper look at the photo. It wasn’t exactly accurate, but then again these apps were never designed to be. Before even thinking about what I was saying, it slipped out with no chance of me stopping it. “This in no way looks like Mac’s kid”.

Both Jack and Mac glued their eyes to me and I immediately tried to backtrack. “I mean, you know, if-”. I sighed. “So where’s Matty, shouldn’t she be here now?”. Changing the topic.

“Riley, you’re not telling us something”. Jack knew me too well. Mac still hadn’t said a word, but his stare frankly said it all.

“I promised I wouldn’t say anything. It’s not my secret to tell”. I avoided Mac’s glaze, but it followed me as I sat down.

He crossed his arms, “Who’s secret is it then?”.

Playing with my fingers, I swallowed the lump building in my throat. Looking Mac directly in the face so he’d know I was serious. “It’s Y/N’s”.

His face fell. Jack nearly fell off his chair and I hated myself for accidentally spilling something that was told to me in secrecy.

“Y/N? As in the the same Y/N who left Mac 4 years ago with no explanation as to why?”. Jack asked, trying to get things as accurate as possible. I nodded.

A little while later Mac as well as Jack were informed about the real reason why Y/N left, Mac was fuming and urged me to give him the address of where she was staying. Once I did, he stormed out of the Phoenix and left me and Jack to worry.

Normal POV

You had taken the opportunity while Y/S/N was away to tidy up the apartment and to get some work done. A glass of wine, some crackers and a pair of comfortable leggings you were immersed in typing when there was a heavy knock at the door.

Making your way over, the biggest shock stood on the other side.

“Mac!?”. He hadn’t changed, still looked the same even after 4 years. “I-um, come in”. Inviting him inside, this was certainly a surreal moment.

“Just tell me one thing, why? Why in the world would you walk away when we were about to have a family, Y/N?”. His blue eyes didn’t have that shine to them, and instead were replaced with an icy look.

You realized Riley must of told him and in all honestly you couldn’t blame her for doing so. After all it was selfish to ask her to keep that big of a secret.

“I know you’re furious and you have every right to be. But I was scared of how you’d react, Mac. I was absolutely terrified of what it would mean for us, for your job, for you even”. You calmly tired to explain. He scoffed and you were on the verge of tears.

Ruining his perfectly styled hair, Mac shouted. “I deserved to know, Y/N! Instead you made a decision which wasn’t yours only to make and took away my son, all because you assumed I wasn’t going to be there for you, for our child!”.

“I’m sorry!”, sinking into the couch as my head fell in my heads.

Mac observed all the photos around the living room and picked one of the photo frames up. A photo of Y/S/N and you when he was born. He sadly turned to me, “Sorry isn’t going to give me back those 4 years that I missed with my son”.

He placed the frame back and we both sat in silence.

The time on the clock hanging on the kitchen wall displayed 4:00pm, the time that Y/S/N was going to return home. Clearing your throat, nerves were a prominent factor in your voice. “I know I can’t give you back those 4 years that I took and I don’t expect you to forgive me, Mac. And I never should of left. But he should be home any minute, do you want to meet him?”.

Mac stood up. “Of course I want to meet him. What’s his name?”.

Smiling lightly. “It’s Y/S/N”.

Seconds later a small, blonde, blue-eyed child ran in the house running straight into your arms. "Hey, little man. Did you have a fun time?”.

He excitedly shouted yes and then noticed Mac in the room. Your parents, like you, were shocked to see Mac. Saying their quick goodbyes they knew this was a family affair.

Pointing to Mac. “Y/S/N, this is Angus Macgyver but he likes to be called Mac. Can you say hi?”. He adorably waved and Mac broke out in a smile, kneeling down to Y/S/N level. “Hi, buddy”.

Y/S/N with his small hand touched Mac’s cheek, the resemblance was uncanny. It was like he knew that Mac and him had a special connection -  A father and son one to be exact. Y/S/N leaned in and hugged Mac. Watching from the sidelines, this was what you stole from Mac. And seeing it in person, seeing how instantly they connected made the regret that much heavier.

After that emotional introduction, you asked Mac. “Did you want to stay for dinner?”.

Y/S/N was now to busy playing with his toys, but Mac still kept his eyes on him and replied. “Yeah, I’d love too”.

While he went ahead and played with Y/S/N, you begun preparing dinner every often staring towards the two people the were most important to you.

You were wrong, it was a mistake to walk away from Mac. You knew that now. The scene in front of you proved that.

EXO-M Scenario: He apologises after wrongly accusing you

Request:  Can you do the Scenario of “He apologises after wrongly accusing you” but about EXO-M. Thank you

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Now, Kris, i feel like that he would be too embarrassed to admit it was him. So after finding out that you did not cheat and was actually telling him the truth that it was your cousin that you were photographed with. The next morning he would try and act as if it did not happen at all. He would stroll into the kitchen and put his arm around your shoulder and kiss your cheek as he would happily say ‘Good morning baby!’. But after receiving nothing in return, he would first grumble annoyed before grabbing your hand just as you were about to exit the kitchen and pull you in for a bear hug.

“I am sorry Y/N, i promise to trust you more often”

Originally posted by dyogalaxyperfect


Xiumin would waste absolutely no time apologising to you. Even if he was at work. He would receive an email from one of your close friends, explaining the entire situation and after understanding that it was just a simple misunderstanding, he would be riddled with guilt. Every time he went on break, or even just to get a drink of water, he would messaged you i am sorry multiple times. Even getting to the point to where Suho would have to forcibly remove the phone from his hands in order to get him to return to practising for their latest comeback. When he finally arrived home, he would race to your shared bedroom and just cuddle and kiss you endlessness. 

“i am so so so so sorry baby, you know i love you right”

Originally posted by secrethideoutme


I think that Luhan would actually be very shy about the whole situation. After getting over the embarrassment that he had yelled at you, insulted you and left the house after basically kicking you out. He would speed down to the closest flower store and grab a bunch of your favourite flowers after seeing the latest headline confirming it was your brother you were seen hugging. He would then also stop at a mini-grocery store to buy you a bunch of your favourite snacks. Once he returned home, he cautiously went to your shared bedroom, praying that you were still there. But when he found you asleep on the bed, with your bags packed and you hugging one of his hoodies, his heart automatically melted. He carefully unpacked your suitcase and moved you so that he could snuggle in beside you. You woke up after feeling someones presence and was confused to see Luhan there.

“Baby, i owe you so much right now, i am so happy you are still here in my arms”

Originally posted by 7thvelvet


Lay would be completely straight-forward about the whole situation. He loved you with his whole heart. You were his entire life, the reason he got up, the reason he pushed himself so hard, it was all you. So when he saw the photos surface, he was truly heartbroken. He could not believe it with his own eyes. So the minute he saw the fans photo of you and your brother on his Instagram, he would drive down your apartment and knock on door ferociously., almost as if he was trying to break it. Once you finally opened and let him in, he just gave his phone to you with the picture on the screen. You laughed before explaining the situation to him and actually asking if he wanted to meet your brother. He just smiled as he pulled you in for a kiss

“Im so happy, and i get to meet your family!”

Originally posted by squynhty


Chen would be absolutely fuming. Once the news show he was watching showed the picture, he was more than mad. He was ranting off to his band-mates, stylists, helpers, anyone who got in his way got a rant in return. So when you decided to surprise him at work, it was no wonder that you got the cold shoulder from everyone. Even Kai, who you considered your best friend out of the band. When you finally found Chen and had asked him what was wrong he would laugh before looking at pointing at you. “Whats wrong with me?What wrong with you , you dirty little cheat!” he would start screaming before going off once again. However, you stopped him mid-rant the minute you said “Chen, that is my cousin, and i hugged him to congratulate him on his wife being pregnant for the first time.” The minute you said that,Chen would run up to you and place multiple kisses all over your face.

“Im so sorry, i was wrong, i will tell everyone the truth , i swear”

Originally posted by sooranghaes


Tao would be a bit like Lay, he  would be absolutely heartbroken, but instead of confronting the situation, he would avoid it. All day , he barely said anything. In morning practises he just kept looking at himself in the mirror, ignoring his band-mates when they tried to talk to him. During interviews, he gave one word answers and when it was time to eat, he merely just played with the food on his p-late. It got to the pint that when they returned from a long day of work, instead of going to sit on the couch and talk about their day as they usually do, he just went to his shared room and locked himself in. Suho decided to call you over and you were there in a heartbeat. You opened the locked door using the master key they had just borrowed you and went to sit on the bed next to him. Having figured out what was wrong, you showed him the picture on your online and then a picture from a recent photo-shoot, showing how it was clearly photo shopped. Tao did not say anything but instead went to hug you tightly.

“Im so glad you are still mine. I am sorry for not asking you first Jagi”

Originally posted by httpxamy

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Creating Grief-Laden Jamie

I’m not sure how many of you are interested in my process, but for those that are, here’s how I drew ‘So Much Sorrow’…

So why choose this still first of all? Two reasons - its such an incredibly emotive scene, probably my favourite of episode 3.01, so it appealed to me on that level and also the angle of the shot : it makes it very challenging to draw.

With all of my basic pencil sketches, I altered the coloured original to B&W, as it accentuates the light and shadows, so then it’s a natural progression for the pencil.

As always, I began with laying down a basic outline, in B pencil. Once I was happy with Jamie’s features, I then began to create an outline of his hair - the actual still was so dark, you couldn’t really see his hair at all, so this basically gave me ‘laisser-faire’, but his hair is actually my least favourite part of the sketch. Go figure.

Unusually I began filling in the detail starting with his right eye. The eyes are usually where I finish, but it seemed to me with this picture that it is ALL about his eyes and the emotion contained therein. My thinking was, if I could nail this right eye, I could nail the rest! So I began to fill in the details using my B pencil, and then overlaid with either a 2B or 3B depending on how dark I wanted the shading to go! For example, Jamie’s pupils are drawn with the 3B pencil - to accentuate the darkness - both figuratively and metaphorically.

And when I’m talking of 'the eye’ I mean, all of the eye, the entirety of the socket including the brow. So much emotion is held in Jamie’s brows in this picture - in the little lines and the tension, it’s all there.

So then working down the rightside of his face. To create his dirt engrained and blood splattered skin - I again brought out my 3B pencil and used it to speckle dots, in a haphazard way, over the existing B pencil shading, to suggest mottling. The 3B was also used to make Jamie’s stubble - wielding it in a more regular way - to create the uniformity of the short hairs ( I’m giving away all my secrets here!) I must also mention negative space - I feel it is so important - by leaving some of the paper completely blank of pencil - it emphasises where the light falls across his face - you can see this in his lips, his nose and in parts of his cheeks.

So then onto the left side of his face. Only late on, did I make the connection with the blood smudged all down that side. Again, the photographic still is so dark, it is very hard to see, so it’s my best guess! And then finally tackling his other eye. The light reflections were actually very different from his right eye. It’s all too easy to create uniformity in the eyes, when they seldom are the same.

So there you go - how a grief stricken Jamie came ( reluctantly) to life with my pencil ✏️

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Shadow of the Stars

A Captain America and Winter soldier story

Jaylin Rogers has always struggled with being the daughter of Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, mostly because of her lack of freedom. After a failed attempt to do something about this, her life is changes forever when a shadow from her father’s past returns to haunt her.  



It isn’t easy, being the daughter of super-soldier Steve Rogers – better known as the legend Captain America. Not at all.
First of all, it is never fun to always be “daughter of” and nothing more. You quickly learn to live inside a shadow. Your last name will always be far more important than your first, even though that’s the one identifying you.
Second of all, it is weird. I mean, he’s older than many (if not most) grandfathers, yet on bad days he might look barely older than 30.  And… let’s just say that as I got older, and the girls around me got older as well, those girls started to notice how “young” he was.
Third, I wasn’t super. At least, not nearly as super. Having only half of his genes meant I was maybe a bit faster and stronger than most people without having to work out 24/7, but being healthy, never getting a cold or beating all high school boys in sprint doesn’t make you “cool” or even likable.

They did say I look like him, with my blue eyes and blond hair. Mine are both darker, less… pure. As if my appearance was a confirmation I wasn’t as good as him - proof of being in a constant state of disappointment.
As a little girl, you quickly learn the other kids only want to play with you because they want to see your house and the stuff in it. Everyone always seems to look right through you. I can tell from personal experience it is pretty traumatic when other pre-schoolers get mad at you because no one is allowed to come home with you… Let me say: you learn to SHIELD yourself from other people… Sorry, that was bad.
But yeah…
Admittedly, there are some advantages to being spawn of the Steve Rogers; you never get bad grades on history tests and essays. Oh, you also have lots of non-related, vengeful aunts and uncles. With vengeful I actually mean the Avengers. They are cool, though dad tries to keep me away from that world.

Aunt Nat is amazing, and she’s actually my best friend. She taught me everything I need to know about being a girl, and I think dad still owes her for not having to deal with any of my “woman inconveniences”.
Then there’s Sam. He’s one of the nicest guys I know and probably the most normal one, too - even though he regularly soars through the sky with metal wings strapped to his back. He’s a good support in a world that is totally abnormal, despite your father’s attempts to make sure you don’t get caught in his own, strange reality. Sam understands how it feels to live in between those two worlds – the one where they worry about their grades, crushes, jobs and promotions, and the one where you’re in a constant state of vigilance, knowing no one is who they say they are. He’s the most stable part of my life; a sturdy pillar to hold me up.
One might think this connection and support would mean I’d be happy to see him when he picked me up after school. In reality it didn’t, because it meant dad was on another mission and hadn’t had time to say as much as “goodbye”.

‘If it isn’t the messenger,’ I grunted, pulling the car door open with a mean swing. Had I had my father’s strength, it would’ve been dangling in my hand, torn loose from its hinges.
'Hello to you too,’ Sam greeted me, leaning undisturbed upon the sleek car. It was a dark blue model, matching the navy blue jacket the driver was wearing today. It fluttered a little in the heavy wind, which also rustled through my ponytail.
I slumped down in the passenger seat and shut the door - not too carefully - all the while I kept staring straight ahead. ‘How’s the captain?’ I sneered.
Sighing, Sam got in, closing the door behind him. ‘He didn’t know he’d have to go, you know.’ That I knew, very well. Still, I looked out the window with a constant frown on my face. The keys jingled when Sam turned them to start the engine. The car hummed a pleasant, low rumble, and barely made a sound as Sam steered it towards the tranquillity of our home.
It would take us while until we would reach the niceness of familiarity. For now, I just watched blankly as teenagers laughed and complained while stepping into their cars, all happy to go back to their ordinary home and ordinary parents. All of them were quickly out of view, replaced by the many other aspects of mundane life. ‘You are such a little beam of sunlight, aren’t you?’
I was aware of Sam’s eyes glancing back and forth between the road and me, those brown eyes always full of worry. If I were to look at him, my angry mask would break, so I kept staring ahead. 'Humph…’
'That’s all I get? I come here, especially for you, and you don’t even smile. And I do like your smile so much, Jay…’ I could no longer resist; I gave him a sly look and met his kind and teasing expression. I smirked, laced with a genuine – though slightly unwilling – smile. 'That’s my girl,’ Sam smiled back. 'How was school?’
Ugh, school; I rolled my eyes. 'The usual. You know, I don’t see the point in testing how many presidents we can memorise, there aren’t that many.’ I breathed on the window and drew little stars, which vanished within seconds.
'Not everyone has super memory,’ Sam remarked.
I grimaced at him. 'I’m nothing compared to dad. Besides, what is the use of knowing all American presidents?’
'Says the daughter of America’s greatest patriot…’ Sam smiled at the road ahead.
'Exactly.’ I sunk a little deeper down into the seat, so I could only barely catch glimpses of the colours rushing past the car’s windows. ‘I can know.’
I watched as we drove into a quieter lane guarded by high trees, until we arrived at an electronic fence, which opened automatically when the cameras recognised our faces.
We lived far away from the city, somewhere surrounded and guarded by tall trees. Here, you never heard the constant noise of traffic, or the never-ending murmur of voices. Only here, I knew true silence, were it not for the evermoving branches with their rustling leaves.
'How was your day?’ I informed, hauling my backpack over one shoulder and closing the car door behind me, still a bit of annoyance packed in the gesture. Together, we made our way to the big, white house, oozing America. Made of wood, with a big porch, two stories and even an attic, perfectly maintained; exactly as you’d expect from Captain America’s home. Soft leaves crackled underneath our feet, giving a lovely, autumny atmosphere to this already idyllic picture.
'Also the usual,’ Sam held the door for me. 'Want waffles?’
I threw my bag on the kitchen table. 'Is that even a question?’
'What’s the magic word?’
'Please,’ I grinned. ‘Or else…’

I watched Sam take everything he needed, prepare the batter and begin making the waffles. He did it with the ease of a man who’d done it a hundred times before – which was about right, to be honest. I loved Sam’s cooking.
'Nat’s with him?’ I asked, walking towards the fridge where I took a bottle of glacier water (it had become my favourite after a joke of Natasha and Tony had stuck around).
'Yeah, though they didn’t need me, for some reason.’ Yet again I was amazed at how little Sam seemed to care about that.
'They need you to babysit,’ I chuckled, nudging him as I walked by. 'Even though I don’t need it, I appreciate it.’
Sam glanced back at me. 'I’m happy to hear that.’

'Mmm,’ I hummed a while later as I poured maple syrup all over my waffles, 'you’re such a good mommy bird.’
'I will take that as a compliment,’ Sam said the moment my phone buzzed.

Dear Jaylin,

I’m sorry I had to leave again, so soon after my last mission.
Sam promised me he’d take care of you.
I trust you will behave.


When I read “I trust you will behave,” I grimaced at the screen. How old did he think I was? It was frustrating; while other people often thought I was quite a bit older than I actually was, my dad still seemed to deem me no more than a foolish little girl. It was especially frustrating because I had always felt different, maybe even older, than most children surrounding me. It had often crossed my mind this might be another result of my father’s genes – how they even interfered with how I grew up, refusing to grant me as much as a normal childhood.
'Sometimes I feel like I should date someone dad really dislikes,’ I mused abruptly. I imagined myself coming home with the biggest jerk I could find and shivered.
Sam’s cheeks rose as he took a sip from his large mug filled with strongly smelling coffee. 'I would be worried, if I didn’t know you have more pride than your dad.’
'Sadly, yes.’

Hey, Natasha…
Forgot something…?

I waited. Dad usually send his messages late, but Natasha didn’t; she knew exactly how I felt about their sudden disappearances and the radio silences that usually followed. It’s how I got to hate surprises, as surprise never held a pleasant meaning for me, only that my father had to save the world again.

I’m really sorry
I was really busy
I’ll make it up when we’re back…?

Even these texted words were hasty. Still, they seemed genuine enough.

Keep him safe, will you?

I was aware It wasn’t much of a message, but it was all she would need; Nat knew me too well to think I’d stay mad at her.

'So,’ Sam said, when I had finished eating, and I had put down my phone, ‘are you going?’
'Going where?’
Sam raised his eyebrows. 'The gala. I saw the flyers.’
Flyers? Some brightly coloured papers seemed to hang before me. Curly font spelled out the date of a gala (or a masked ball) for all students. Apparently, it was going to be quite fancy. Now I thought about it, I recalled many people at school excitedly discussing the event. 'Oh, that… No, I don’t think so.’
'Well, it’s more than a month away,’ Sam said confidently, like he was certain I would change my mind. This self-assuredness annoyed me.
'I’m really not going,’ I stressed. 'Definitely not.’
My guardian shrugged. ‘It might be good for you to go out. Be around people your own age.’
It was time to deploy my most efficient method to avoid topics I dislike: walking away.
‘Then let me go out,’ I smirked. ‘And as I am the same age as myself, I’ll be around people my own age, too.’ Before Sam could react, I sprinted to my room.

After changing into my workout clothes – shorts and a tank top –, I put in earbuds and let music fill my ears. Running never failed to calm me down. I didn’t get tired easily, so sometimes I ran for hours on end without realising it. I was happy for the immense woods in which I could jog, without people staring at me or annoying me. So, today, like I had done many times before, I let myself absorb the sound of the music while my mind went blank. My heart beat steadily. My blood flowed rapidly. My feet stomped regularly against the soft dirt.
Just running, only running.

Chapter Two

makosharkies  asked:

Hello again :3 I was wondering the RFA (+ Minor Trio) would react to the MC being a professional competitive horse rider (dressage, jumping, cross country, eventing, pas de deux, etc...)? Thank you and hope that wasn't too much :3

Ahhh so when I first read your ask I was like ?????? I don’t know what any of these words mean??? So I’m sorry if I get terminology wrong, I’m not a horse-riding expert even though I did do some research >.<

on a side note thank you for the reblogs with the commentary lmao I really do read all of them, and I could write a V soulmate au like someone said but it’s gotta be a proper request heuheu


Update: @makosharkies actually drew a thing for me so if you wanna see some Saeran vs horse art go check it out


  • Oh jeez this kid was so happy to find out about you being an equestrian
  • Not only is horse-riding hella cool, but also
  • just horses in general????
  • because horses are great?????
  • Insists he come watch your practice that day, and you let him even though you had a feeling Yoosung was gonna go all horse biology on you
  • Sure enough, when you get to the area where all the horses are kept, Yoosung is just shaking he’s so thrilled
  • him: casually pulls out his vet notes
  • you: casually puts them back in his bag
  • Yoosung I’ve been with horses since forever I think I can name their body parts myself thanks
  • Yoosung loves watching you ride, wow MC looks so cool like medieval movie people 
  • lmao medieval movie people good going Yoosung
  • But also he gets to watch how a horse’s body moves in real time
  • So it’s a really good study session for him too, though the first thing he says to you afterwards is 
  • “I never knew a horse’s muscles looked so powerful under their sleek pelt!” (help me out here is it a pelt or skin or w h a t?)
  • Yoosung what about me
  • “You looked beautiful too!”
  • Too’????
  • Anyways, he tells you that next time he’d like to see things from up close
  • Yoosung I sincerely hope that you don’t become obsessed with my horse


  • We all know how much of a romanticist he is
  • MC has horses???? Like real horses???
  • Well I am an equestrian so yes
  • MC pleasecanIrideahorseIwanttobeyourprinceandrideoffintothesunset
  • When he sees you at a jumping competition, you make it look so easy
  • If MC can do it, so can I!
  • Reluctantly, you try to give him a little lesson on riding, but Zen keeps distracting himself by trying to always look good
  • “Okay, so before you actually get on, there are some basics you need to know-”
  • “If the horse runs really fast, I bet my hair’s gonna look a-m-a-z-i-n-g in the wind.”
  • “Zen, are you even listen-”
  • “We gotta get the timing right though, the sun has to be in front of me, so that I can have a perfect silhouette.”
  • “Zen you-”
  • “Is it okay if I let go of the reins? I’m gonna have to take a selfie…what kind of pose should I make? Oh I kn-”
  • In the end, Zen doesn’t learn how to ride by himself, let alone be able to do basic jumps
  • But because of his pouting, you gave in and allowed him to ride with you
  • more like you two were just chilling on the horse while the sun set in front of you
  • You’re holding a portable electric fan in your hand so that Zen can get his desired wind effect
  • Of course you spend hours there while he takes thousands of selfies
  • Jaehee’s the only one who believes him when he tells the RFA that he now knows how to ride a horse


  • when you tell  her that you have to take a day off work for a competition, she insists she come along and watch
  • Jaehee is blown away by your concentration, and the teamwork you and your horse possess
  • Wants to use it as a reference for working standards at the cafe lolol
  • When you bring her closer to your horse, she straightens her back, then gives him a deep bow
  • “Hello, my name is Jaehee Kang, am I am MC’s girlfriend. It truly is a pleasure to meet you,” she says, before standing upright again. 
  • Your horse simply  nibbles at the carrot you offer him, because it’s a horse and horses like carrots better than formal introductions I guess
  • *gasp* does that mean I’m a horse too? wow the more you know…
  • But honestly Jaehee you’re so cute what am I supposed to do with you???
  • Oh I know
  • Over the next couple of weeks, you give Jaehee a few lessons about horseback riding, and of course being the intelligent and hardworking person she is, Jaehee picks up on them right away
  • And one day, you have her dress up in a pretty outfit, and bring her over to the yard
  • Jaehee sits sattleback as you guide the horse around the track, wanting to show the world how beautiful your girlfriend is, and how proud you are to be able to call her that
  • Jaehee’s a blushing mess
  • You decide to to it again soon


  • The first time Jumin saw your dressage performance, he was floored
  • There are other animals as sophisticated as Elizabeth 3rd???
  • Your horse’s trot just captures his heart, and that night he watches more dressage videos with Elly
  • Lowkey tries to teach her how to do the fancy horse walk
  • lolololol could you imagine a cat doing that
  • makin’ my way downtown
  • He’s gonna build a private establishment just for you, one that’s really close to his office so that he can come visit you during his breaks
  • It calms him down after a stressful day at work, watching you practice so diligently 
  • He makes sure you have the best coaches, best facilities
  • But he knows not to suggest getting ‘better’ horses,since he would promptly arrest anybody who suggested getting a ‘better’ cat (not that that even existed in Jumin Han’s mind)
  • The guy thought he was a cat whisperer
  • He’s actually a horse whisperer
  • You’ll walk in on his brushing your horse, singing her a lullaby in a foreign language
  • you swear the horse is singing it right back at him
  • But Jumin promises to sing it to you too


  • Oh he knew
  • He even attended your pas de deux competition when you just joined the RFA
  • He was that one dude who kept screaming every 5 seconds and had to be escorted out
  • When you officially introduce him to your horse/s, Saeyoung looks like a kid who just met their superhero
  • “It’s a HORSE!?!?!?”
  • Yes, yes it is.
  • You never knew he was a closeted brony
  • Names your horse after his favourite character
  • “Seven please he’s called Shadowfax not Rainbow Dash!”
  • For some unknown reason, Saeyoung knows how to ride horses??
  • And he’s actually pretty good at it????
  • Except he still lacks common sense????
  • “Look at me!” he exclaims, ‘Rainbow Dash’ prancing around the arena with Seven on his back,”No hands! No hands! No– gah!” 
  • He’s is flung from your horse and lands in a bush
  • His glasses askew, bramble stuck in his hair, he declares that he immediately wants to do it again
  • In the end, you guys make a pas de deux routine together, and it’s a beautiful thing to witness
  • somehow the horses dab at the end


  • He’s happy when you tell him about you being an equestrian, but his thoughts are tinged with sadness because he can’t see what you’re doing
  • Still, V says that he wishes to be there when you practice, so you bring him along and sit him somewhere nearby (you don’t want him to wander off while you aren’t looking istg even if he’s blind he just doesn’t know how to stay put)
  • He hears everything, the sound of the horse’s hooves, the soft words you give your horse in between rides, and he even begins to think that he can hear the sound of the wind as you gallop around the arena
  • His fingers are aching to take a picture, but all he can do is imagine with eyes that can no longer see, what a sight to behold you must be
  • I did a Seuss thing
  • Not three days pass before he confronts you with his desire to get surgery
  • When he goes back to watch you, he brings along his camera
  • You were more incredible to watch than he ever thought possible
  • He wants to capture every moment of you looking free and cherish them forever


  • Actually really afraid of horses but definitely won’t admit it
  • So when you tell him about being an equestrian, he sorta just freezes for a moment 
  • He clears his throat, “Ah…oh, cool,” he growls, trying to appear disinterested
  • You you tell him you want to bring him to a cross-country event, but he just gives you A Look™
  • “Will there be…you now…horses there?”
  • Saeran p l s 
  • But he can’t lose face in front of you, and forces himself to go
  • He waits with the crowd while you do your thing, but he can’t hype himself up for you because he’s too afraid for your safety
  • Basically, since he’s scared of horses, he’s also afraid of seeing you on a horse
  • horsesareevilIdontunderstandthemwhatiftheyhaveahiddenagenda
  • That’s pretty much all he can think about 
  • When you’re done, he all but snatches you off of your horse, glaring at it as if it were his love rival
  • “Um Saeran did - did something happen between the two of you?”
  • “You never know what a horse is plotting,” he mutters to himself.
  • “What?”
  • Saeran pouts and looks away, and you tell him you have to go see your coach but you’ll be right back
  • So he’s left standing awkwardly beside your horse
  • He keeps giving it suspicious glances, half-expecting it to morph into some strange monstrous creature
  • “Who the fuck are you?” he finally hisses, staring the horse down. “Are you an impostor? Professional cosplayer? Well, whatever you are, you better watch out, because I’ve got my eyes on you…all three of them,” he adds, tapping his arm.
  • *does the I’m watching you thing with his hands while slowly slinking out of the frame*
  • Horse: who the fuck are you?

Update: @makosharkies actually drew out the scene and it’s beautiful babe ily 5 ever


  • He’s totally with Saeran in the ‘horses are plotting world domination’ club
  • You want him to come watch you? Nuh-uh
  • No matter how much you beg, Miss Vanderwood will not go
  • So you think to yourself
  • If he will not go to the horse, then the horse will go to him
  • MC!!!! MC!!!!!” you hear Vanderwood screeching that afternoon. 
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I thought some bonding time would be nice.”
  • Vanderwood runs around the house, screaming for hours
  • When he finally calms down, you find him seated in a corner of the living room, whispering things to himself
  • You think, good, he seems to have come to terms with your horse, and you approach him with a small hopeful smile, 
  • “Hey, Van-”
  • You pause
  • He’s clutching a tattered book to his chest as if his life depended on it
  • What’s this? you think, stepping in some sort of thick liquid
  • There, on the floor, a strange rune-looking symbol had been painted, with your horse standing in the middle, munching on some oats
  • The horse vanishes only to reappear in the bathroom
  • Vanderwood loses his voice for a week, and still has nightmares regarding the whole incident
  • You never speak of that day again

conrad6136  asked:

hi, your probably sick of hearing from me but I'm kinda curios on your stance on the halo community specifically the part that is basically "humanity fuck yeah" which saddens me as they don't seem to focus on the story or the lessons of respecting others that are different from you and that only together can we succeed. And also about what happened to the Didact in that most of the community seems to have forgotten him and whenever I look for fanfiction about him theres barely any? your thoughts

Not at all, and this is a really good question!

This particular isn’t so much as one that the Halo community suffers from as it is one that Halo’s writing suffers from. And that’s the fact that neither Bungie nor 343 seems to quite get the difference between ‘Humanity, fuck yeah!’ and ‘humanity, fuck yeah!’

As far as the games go, Halo’s human characters are mostly incredibly weak archetypes who only really see meaningful expansion in the expanded universe materials. In fact, the UNSC is just about the most boring aspect of Halo, yet it’s the one we’re constantly saddled with throughout the series because there’s an inherent assumption that we’re going to root for these characters simply because they’re human. They’re supposedly ‘easier’ to connect with and root for, unlike some of the ugly-ass aliens who are infinitely more interesting.

Nobody has been willing to do it differently since Halo 2. Even then, Joe Staten had to really push to get Thel ‘Vadam as Halo 2′s protagonist - and the community response to that at the time paints a pretty clear picture why humanity is considered the ‘safe’ option.

Likewise, another issue here is the fact that 99% of Halo’s plots are exactly the fucking same - humans and Covenant squabbling over X piece of Forerunner tech, blowing it up or losing it at the end and very little sense that the status quo will ever meaningfully change because these stories lack any narrative consequences.

This is why stuff like Forward Unto Dawn, the Forerunner Saga, Hunt the Truth, the more experimental thematic stories in Evolutions and Fractures, Last Light (etc) are just more interesting - they don’t follow the Halo plot formula. They are unique stories that do something different.

343 has done really quite well with characters like Cortana and Lasky in Halo 4, Locke, and Tanaka in Halo 5, with their quieter kind of heroism that is more indicative of ‘humanity, fuck yeah’ than ‘Humanity, fuck yeah!’

But they still have this huge issue with watering down the presentation of their most interesting characters to one or two traits and motivations. I love Jul ‘Mdama, he’s one of my favourite characters, but he was unnecessarily saddled with something that’s, quite frankly, just ruining Halo stories for me.


I’ve talked about this in some of my articles before, but ‘revenge’ is to me what allegory was to Tolkien. Because so few writers actually understand how to use revenge and how to subvert it to make for a more interesting story. It’s just used as a character’s short-term motivator to get a story going, never gets properly explored, and it comes with the expectation that the character having lost something to turn them to such an extreme is inherently going to make us care for them more.

In the vast majority of stories, revenge is fucking boring. It’s been prevalent for a very long time in fiction, but I put a lot of blame on Game of Thrones for really popularising its use in the recent media climate. I cannot stand it and 343 literally can’t conceive an antagonist who doesn’t have Revenge™ at the foreground of their reasons for doing things.

Killing off Raia to motivate Jul, for instance, was completely unnecessary. He was kidnapped by ONI and imprisoned in a human-occupied Shield World, experimented on like a lab rat to gauge the weaknesses of his species, saw that they were planning to commit genocide against his species by crop-induced famine (a plan which only didn’t g ahead because Parangosky feared it might affect the humans who would later appropriate Sangheili worlds)… but no. That just wasn’t enough to set him against humanity. Raia had to die too.

That could’ve worked if they’d actually done something with it (as I outlined in my redemption arc for the ‘Mdamas), but then Halo 5 happened.

The problem, I’ve come to realise, having been utterly spoiled by Doctor Who and other media that’s just better, is that a lot of Halo’s writing is actually pretty fucking bad.

I think I’ve been in-denial about that for a really long time, but the post-Halo 5 period has woken me up to that sobering fact. This series just isn’t as good as I once gave it credit for being.

When it hits the mark, it hits it bang-on and produces some absolutely incredible fiction - don’t get me wrong, Halo still has one of the most imaginative universes and in-depth lore out there. But the extent to which the writing is hit-or-miss has escalated beyond reason, and that is something that comes down to the people who are managing and writing the franchise. The people dictating that Cortana needs to come back from the dead to be a caricature of a moustache-twirling villain (who wants revenge on Halsey, no less), that the Didact was “extraneous” to the games they literally wrote for him, that character arcs and plots and settings can just be jettisoned.

That, in a nutshell, is Halo’s problem.


Note: This is a Harry Potter tag I made up (with questions from many different tags), since I’m not satisfied with the ones I saw online.


1. Favourite book?

Without any hesitation, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Let me list some reasons why:

+ Things are dark, but Hogwarts is still there, unlike Deathly Hallows.

+ Lots of Slytherin stuff - Snape, Draco, Slughorn…

+ Contains my favourite chapter - Spinner’s End (so the Unbreakable Vow and all).

+ Dumbledore dies and mind you, I didn’t like this dude.

+ Lavender Brown comes into the picture and makes Granger pissed off ♥ 

+ All the Voldemort’s memories, especially THE ONE WITH THE GAUNTS THEY SHAMELESSLY OMITTED IN THE FILM.

+ Contains gazillions of my favourite quotes. 

So, yeah.

Originally posted by whatginny

2. Favourite film?

That’s harder than the book, but I dare say Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Even though it lacks a lot (as usual), I’m happy they included all the most awesome things, like the Quidditch World Cup and the Yule Ball. Even though Moody-aka-Crouch Jr isn’t explained at all in the end, it’s still awesome. The return of Voldemort is just stunning.  

Originally posted by hermioneslays

3. Favourite female character?

I’m torn between Narcissa and Bellatrix. Everyone talks about Evans, but I loved Narcissa’s motherly love. Firstly, she’s so desparate to protect Draco she goes to ask Snape for help, knowing Voldemort forbidden her to tell anyone, and she is ready to duel Bellatrix, even if it’s her own sister. And she risked her life once again, LYING RIGHT UNDER VOLDEMORT’S NON-EXISTENT NOSE to protect her son, and thanks to that Evans’ sacrifice made sense. That’s also under proof how much Voldemort understimated the power of love. 

Bellatrix, on the other hand, is (first of all) a great dueller. I’d like to be one, too in the wizarding world (Weasley killed her only because Bellatrix didn’t treat her seriously). Secondly, she is just cool, in all her darkness and madness. I think there is much more to her than most people see. She’s a symbol of obsession, symbol of what addiction can lead us to - death, in the very end.

So…Since they’re sisters, can I have both?

Originally posted by michaelmotel

4. Favourite male character?

Draco Malfoy, and let me explain myself.

I’m not another fangirl who just likes bad boys, there is much more to Draco’s character than that.

We meet Draco as a selfish boy who is spoiled by his parents and most people see him just like that throughout the series. But Draco is a symbol of something a lot of teenagers struggle with nowadays - he tries to prove himself to his father, his cruel father, who is dissapointed that his only son didn’t manage to befriend someone as famous as Harry Potter. And Draco’s mission of killing Dumbledore represents teenagers who think they’re oh-so-adult, while they aren’t, which he realises when the final moment comes. 

As a bonus, he’s a Slytherin, he’s blonde (I love blonde guys) and he doesn’t like Gryffindors (the enemy of my enemy is my friend), all in one. And he’s got the most of my favourite quotes.

Originally posted by jeremydooley

5. Favourite character in overall?

Draco, see my reasoning above xd

Originally posted by oberynm

6. Favourite animal (e.g. Hedwig, Buckbeak, Crookshanks)?

It’s hard, but I think I’ll choose Crookshanks. It chased Pettigrew, anyway, and there’s a theory it might have been Regulus Black.

Originally posted by cinematic-literature

7. Favourite magical creature (e.g. Thestral, Hippogriff, Dementor, house-elf)?

The Bowtruckle WITHOUT DOUBTS! I want one!

Originally posted by fanfictionsandotherstuffs

8. Favourite subject?

Defence Agains the Dark Arts. The only subject that has anything to do with the Dark Arts.

Originally posted by mrs-marauders

9. Favourite teacher in overall?

Severus Snape, of course! He called Granger an insufferable know-it-all who she was, and why did only Snape have the guts to say it? And he spoke about his subject like about a lover. And turn to page 394.

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

10. Favourite DADA teacher?

As much as I love Snape, I choose Lockhart. You wouldn’t need to do ANYTHING during those lessons, you’d just need to tell him you’re his fan and duh, passed.

Originally posted by vablatsky

11. Favourite villain?

I like all villains except for Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle because they were stupid, Wormtail, because he was disgusting and Umbridge, because it’s Umbridge.

Originally posted by potters-broomstick

12. Favourite quote?

There are gazillions, but let’s stay by these two:

“You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffidor team? It’s people they feel sorry for. See, there’s Potter, who’s got no parents, then there’s the Weasleys, who’ve got no money - you should be on the team, Longbottom, you’ve got no brains.” ~ Draco, Philosopher’s Stone

“They’d be waiting for the Chosen Captain - The Boy Who Scored - whatever they call you these days.” ~ Draco, Half-Blood Prince

Originally posted by wickedpotterpictures

13. Favourite scene?

Either the Unbreakable Vow or the long conversation of Draco and Dumbledore. 

Originally posted by lumosnox7

14. Favourite scene/event/thing/character that wasn’t included in the films?


15. Your house?

Slytherin, as everyone has probably deducted by now. All the way. Took the Pottermore test four times after different peroids of time to be sure, always put in Slytherin. Also, I don’t get all my fellow Slytherins who try to defend us because of that ‘all Slytherins are bad’ stereotype. I love this opinion, they should fear us.

Originally posted by nobleslytherin

16. Your Patronus?

A wolf, Pottermore gave me a fox though.

Originally posted by patronusmeaning

17. Your wand?

Blackthorn, 10 inches, unicorn’s hair, stiff.

Originally posted by deardiaryofahalf-blood

18. Favourite spell?

Expecto Patronum, because it’s individual for everyone, and creates something beautiful.

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

19. Death Eaters or Dumbledore’s Army?

Death Eaters, even if I can’t conjure a Patronus anymore! I’m becoming one for carnival *,*

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

20. Favourite horcrux?

The Slytherin locket. I’d wear it.

Originally posted by fuuworld

21. Favourite Hallow?

The Elder Wand, of course. I wouldn’t need an Invisibility Cloak with such a wand, it could make me invisible, and I don’t need to bring back anyone from the dead, they wouldn’t belong in our world anyways. I need power and powerful magic.

Originally posted by floopowder-network

22. Favourite snack/dish/drink?

Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. They mean every flavour, and that’s awesome.

Originally posted by whatsrightvswhatseasy

23. Favourite potion?

Amortentia. It’s one of the most dangerous potions, and it’s individual, like the Patronus Charm. I wonder how it would smell for me. Besides, you could do a lot of mess with this potion. That’d be perfect. Be careful what you drink.

Originally posted by r-e-d-u-c-t-o

24. Favourite canon couple?

Drapple! Jk, Tonks and Lupin. The best match in the series ever. At least they died together…

Originally posted by mathewsdadario

25. Favourite non-canon couple?

Granger and Krum, I shipped that so hard and then Weasley came into the picture.

Originally posted by pansyknowsallthingspotter

26. Durmstrang or Beauxbatons?

Durmstrang of course, Grindelwald learnt there! I’m not into being a fairy princess, as Moody-Crouch said.

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

27. Hogwarts or Ilvermorny?

Hogwarts, duh! No explanation needed!

Originally posted by timeladv

28. Least favourite character? 

Hermione Granger, without a second’s doubt. She irritaed me so much, especially in Prisoner of Azkaban, when she took that broomstick. Like NO. NO. NO. NO. It’s a huge no-no for me.

Originally posted by potters-broomstick

29. Least favourite book? 

Even though I unconditionally love them all, I must say Prisoner of Azkaban. It gets like no Voldemort and everything is just WAH WAH SIRIUS BLACK IS GOING TO KILL YAH.

-I still love it tho-

Originally posted by padfootsprophecy

30. Least favourite film? 

Half-Blood Prince, because this is my friggin favourite book, and it lacked almost all of my favourite scenes, quotes and everything.

Originally posted by goktugeminsafli

31. Least favourite teacher? 

Is that even a question?

The toad, and everybody knows why.

Originally posted by pansyknowsallthingspotter

32. What would your job in the wizarding world be? 

I’d totally be an Obliviator. I mean, it’s such a cool job, because it’s not steady, and people won’t mess with you, because they know what a wave of your wand can do to your memories.

Originally posted by hogwarts-magical-world

33. List the houses starting with the one you are most sure to get into, finishing with the one you are least likely to be in. 

Slytherin > Ravenclaw = (?) Hufflepuff > Gryffindor

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are very close tho. I’d totally be a Hufflepuff if I weren’t this mean and cunning and if there weren’t a house like Slytherin…

My friends tho, not close friends, just like you know, random mates, think I should be a Ravenclaw because ‘I’m so smart’, but they don’t know my Slytherin side.

And I’m almost a total opposite of a Gryffindor, so yeah.

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

34. Would you play Quidditch? If yes, which position? 

I’d totally play if I were good on a broom. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t try oh so hard to get on the team (doesn’t mean I wouldn’t play somewhere else).

I’d play Chaser, because I’m hopeless at keeping, too slow to be a Seeker and too lazy to ride holding a bat.

Originally posted by the-goblet-of-slytherin

35. Favourite extra-book? (e.g. Quidditch Through The Ages) 

Absolutely Tales of Beedle The Bart. As much as we all love the tale about the three brothers, I love the one about the fountain. A must-read.

Originally posted by jace-clary-always

36. Favourite place? (could be anything: Hogsmeade, Grimmauld Place, Forbidden Forest, Diagon Alley etc.) 

Knockturn Alley? I’d totally like to visit Borgin and Burkes and all other shops with Dark Arts stuff. Imagine a Potion shop in there. Chills.

Originally posted by tomfeltonxoxo

37. Would you join the Triwizard Tournament? 

Yup. Why if Hogwarts got a Slytherin champion? That’d be awesome af.

Originally posted by avocadosalad2

38. One character you would bring back from the dead? 

Lupin or Tonks, because thanks to bloody Potter another kid became an orphan. Good job, Potter. 

Or Snape *feels a lot*

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

39. Your blood status? 

Pure-blood! I’m a Slytherin, after all! 

Originally posted by blaming-the-nargles

40. Who would you want to go to the Yule Ball with? 

1. Someone from Slytherin. 2. Not Crabbe or Goyle. 

This means Draco, Blaise and Nott would be all alright, but I can’t hide I’d like the first option the most.

Originally posted by patchismyhusband

41. What would you see in the Mirror of Erised? 

Myself and the person I hopelessly love, but they’re unavailable. (Kim Sunggyu why you so far away)

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

42. What would be your Boggart? 

I’m not sure. I’m not scared of small spaces, any insects, any animals in overall, darkness, ghosts…I’m scared of things that happen unexpectedly, though, so I’m not sure…Or someone close to me dead.

Originally posted by snivellusriddikulus

43. What would you feel if you smelled Amortentia? 

Well…I’m addicted to rain’s smell (London after rain is just AAAAAAAH), and to the smell you can feel in the mountains in an open field. Aah, I just imagined it…

Originally posted by rinachuu

44. Favourite gift from the series? (e.g. Firebolt, the Weasley jumper, the Triwizard Tournament winnings) 


Originally posted by parttimeperfectionist

45. Favourite Marauder? 

Wormtail was disgusting, Potter was a prat, Sirius and Lupin were quite cool. I’ll choose Sirius for his YOLO thingy. And his cool Animagus and loyalty to friends.

Originally posted by w-byers

46. Team Jily or team Snily? 

Neither. Evans didn’t deserve Snape, but on the other hand going away with Potter hurt him SO MUCH that I don’t ship that either.

Originally posted by slytherinnpride

47. Any moments that made you cry?

1. Potter finding his mother’s letter in Grimmauld Place. My mother is the most important person in my life and I can relate

2. Narcissa begging Snape to help Draco


4. Snape’s death

Originally posted by plltheories102

48. Favourite Harry Potter-related game? 

Harry Potter: Book of Potions! I enjoyed every bit of it.

Originally posted by julvett

49. Is there a film you preferred to the book?

Only Muggles answer yes to this question.

Originally posted by gifsgifsgifsandmoregifs

50. Favourite song from the OST?

Sirius’ Death from the Order of the Phoenix. The fight variation is life.

Originally posted by bellarkia

51. Which character do you think you’d instantly become friends with?

Well, Draco isn’t a person you walk up to and say HEY, MY NAME IS ___, WANNA BE FRIENDS?, nor am I, so I dare say Blaise.

Originally posted by noneedtocallmesir-professor

52. Favourite Weasley?

I didn’t like their lot, since all of them liked Potter, but Charlie was cool enough. I mean, he worked with dragons!

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

53. How did you start your journey with HP?

My best friends (a diehard Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor, funnily enough).

Originally posted by fanasticlypotter

54. Were you happy with the ending?

Yup, even though I’m not a big fan of Hinny.

Originally posted by hatersbehaters4ever

55.  How much does Harry Potter mean to you?

World. Everything around me turns around Harry Potter. From my clothes to free time to everything.

Originally posted by hogwartsisheretowelcomeyouhome

Star Wars: Ahsoka

(the imaginary cast)

So it’s common at this point to tell you which actors I used as models for my characters in Star Wars: Ahsoka. I am going to do that (sort of), but first I have a small confession to make: I don’t really make up a headcast very often.

I have a mild version of Prosopagnosia, or face blindness. I remember how people stand and what they sound like, their hair and the way they hold their shoulders, but not their actual appearance.

(I actually found out that This Was A Thing when the Hobbit cast was announced. I didn’t recognize Richard Armitage, who I had seen in several movies, but I did recognize Jed Brophy, though, because whether he is an orc, and elf, or a dwarf, he stands the same way. In hindsight, I should have known beforehand, because this happens to me pretty regularly, but that’s a post for another time.)

ANYWAY, so I don’t usually know what my characters look like. I know how they sound and how they move and how they love, but their eye colour? Not so much.

This became problematic for me as a writer because when you don’t describe what a character looks like, most of your readers will assume they are white. I did not want this to happen, so I started looking specifically for actors who I felt had the personality I wanted and the looks to match (I routinely ask friends to help me out with that last part).

So keeping all of that in mind, here is the headcast for Star Wars: Ahsoka.

Ahsoka Tano

I mean, you all already know how Ahsoka looks and sounds, but I had to write action scenes with her, so I went with Amandla Stenburg for my model. Their determination and dedication to their craft, their grace in the face of internet jerks, their willingness to keep pushing the envelope. I mean, there’s a reason Amandla Stenburg is in so many YA movies, has a comic book, etc. etc., and their turn in Sleep Hollow was one of my favourite parts of that show.

Kaeden Larte

I don’t actually have a picture for Kaeden, because she’s based on a real person! My friend Ardo, who writes for Women on Comics, has this ebullience about her. She’s one of the hardest working people I know, she has SO MUCH respect for her parents (who, like Kaeden’s, wanted a better life for their kids), and she’s so awesomely nerdy. Kind of hilariously, Ardo got Kaeden’s braids right after I handed the book in.

Miara Larte

One of the things I love most about Quvenzhané Wallis is that she refused to let anyone take away her sense of self, even when she was young and under the spotlight at the Oscars. We were going to learn her name, and she was going to judge us. She was such a professional and so determined, and I continue to be so impressed by her.

Selda and Vartan

They don’t smile quite as much in the book, and it seemed rude to take away Ranier Andreeson’s hair, but I think Victor Garber would be a great Togruta. I just like how solid they are and if a tiny bit of Jack Bristow bled into Selda and Ahsoka’s interactions, well, nobody’s perfect. ;)

Hedala Fardi

I don’t really have a picture for Hedala either, largely because I don’t know any Indian actresses who are five or younger. Again, I used real people, but Hedala’s appearance is more an amalgam of the baby pictures my flatmates would show me when I lived in the UK. Almost all of them were mothers, living away from their families to get their MAs or MScs. I was one of the the youngest (and one of two white girls) in our dorm, and seeing those pictures gave me hard evidence that so many cultural stereotypes are outdated and useless, and also that literally anything was possible when your family was behind you. That’s not only Hedala, but the rest of the Fardis, too.


And that’s them! I hope this is moderately helpful, or at least shows you that not everyone sees characters the same way. It’s certainly something I still working on, as I progress as a writer, and I feel that with Star Wars: Ahsoka, I’ve levelled up a bit.



Today, instead of uploading a picture of myself, I wanted to take a moment to appreciate and thank my best friend for being in my life. Also, this time next week, she’ll be in Zimbabwe volunteering with tribal kids and animals of the Nakavango sanctuary and I could not be more proud! AND, today marks another milestone for our friendship and of us being best friends so I just wanted to make a big deal out of it and go all PDA on her ass. 

So, here’s my best friend. 

The woman who has held my hand through it all. She has wiped my tears whether it be physically or from miles away, making sure they don’t stain my cheeks for too long. She has made sure I survive and not succumb to my addictions and demons, sacrificing sleep (time zones) and energy on countless occasions, just to make sure I am alive and breathing. She made my brother a better man and gave his life meaning by loving him the way she did. Even though she lost the love of her life when my brother passed away, she pushed away her pain and heartache to make sure I got through the grief. She is the strongest human being I have ever come across. Her bravery and ability to love astounds me and I am rendered speechless by her strength of character. If anyone out there went through even one aspect of what she has endured, they would not have survived nor would they have been able to continue living with the grace that she has. From the time I can remember, she has always put everyone before her, prioritising everyone else’s happiness over hers and I just wish for once, the world treats her right because she deserves it, more than anyone else I know, this beautiful woman deserves it. 

She is so remarkable, intimidatingly intelligent (the woman is a human Google, I kid you not and yes, she has an above average IQ), talented as fuck (sports, arts, you name it, she’s skilled at it) an adrenaline junkie who is always out looking for the next adventure, charmingly witty, hilariously sarcastic and is just so humble with such a pure heart of gold. 

The woman I am growing up to be, I owe it to her. She has taught me to be selfless, loving and ultimately, a good, kind and patient human being. The person I am, the one all of you interact with, it is all thanks to her. She has been it all to me; a mother, sister, best friend and every day, I thank the stars for creating such a precious woman as her and for blessing my life by making our paths cross. If there’s one thing my brother did right in life, it was loving her and introducing her into our lives before someone else realised just how amazing and precious she is.

These are some of my favourite pictures of her. Here’s why: 

a) she NEVER in her life has put on any make up except eye liner and looks so effortlessly beautiful (I don’t care if you think I’m biased. Also, this is not a jab at girls who wear makeup or anything, I wear makeup too! It’s just that in my eyes, the fact that my best friend looks so beautiful barefaced, I can only wonder just how stunning she’d look should she ever choose to apply make up and enhance her features.) 
 her smile is so contagious, warm and welcoming (just like Gray’s ! Again, call me biased, I DO NOT CARE.)
c) it never fails to surprise me how she just IS such a selflessly good human being and how she is so beautiful, without even trying to be or even realising, like she literally does not realise or comprehend the wondrous effect she has on people be it based on appearance or interaction (I have seen this with my own eyes, the woman is very oblivious that way) and I feel like these pictures reveal a glint of it, somehow. (I AM BIASED, WHATEVER, BUT YOU WOULD BE TOO IF YOU KNEW HER.)

So I thought I’d upload these although she looks like a sexy badass now with her septum pierced. I just couldn’t come up with a reason convincing enough for her to send me pictures with the latest piercing, hahaha. (She’d kill me if she found out I uploaded these or my logic behind why I uploaded them)

So go ahead, my Tumblr family, how about today you share the person or people in your life that is/are YOUR PERSON, your best friend(s), the one(s) who makes life bearable.

I know I wouldn’t be here typing all this or being friends with any of you was it not for this gem. Trust me, if ever you come across her or have the privilege of being her friend, your life will be the better for it. I can bet my life on it. So, yeah, if you couldn’t tell, I love my best friend to pieces and am incredibly grateful I get to call her mine and have her in my life.

P.S: On a lighter note, I feel like Grayson and she would make a beautiful couple and have the most gorgeous babies. So yes, I ship them very very hard. 




100 reasons why I love Ran Mouri
  1. She’s a human being with weaknesses. She is not an ideal Mary-Sue. In fact every DC girl is.
  2. She is strong and beautiful.
  3. She is tender and kind.
  4. She is understanding and forgiving.
  5. Her clothing. Her dressing style. Everything looks amazing.
  6. She was sure Conan was Shinichi for about 20 chapters and she was quiet about it. She literally had every moment in every chapter to call him out on it, but she donated her blood instead. Only at this moments we can hear her thoughts.
  7. She figured out Shinichi=Conan first in the series. She was tricked later, but she was the one who made this deduction first.
  8. She loves her mother but stayed with her father because she knew he’ll hit the rock bottom otherwise. It was hard but she managed. A little girl was in charge of whole Mouri house.
  9. She is in charge of Mouri household right now. She’s cleaning, cooking, wait…
  10. She’s cooking. She’s able to cook for her family. And for Shinichi (canon info)
  11. She’s still trying to make her parents family again.
  12. As Shinichi said, Ran and Sonoko’s friendship. She never took money from her.
  13. Ran and Sonoko friendship in general. 
  14. She still uses old flip-phone Shinichi gifted to her.
  15. She is sensitive and romantic.
  16. She was different from her classmates and realized she’s in love only when she was 15. 
  17. She’s so cute when jealous :D
  18. With series progress, Ran matured so hard. In fact, I believe she matured onwards from Desperate Revival arc.
  19. Ran is a big sister to everyone. Ran is so Akemi-like to Haibara it hurts.
  20. Ran SAVED little girl from the bullets.
  21. Actually, Ran saw pictures of Shinichi in Jodie’s locker and decided to hide in trunk to find out what’s going on. 
  22. Ran actually asked fake Azusa/Vermouth she’s NOT Azusa. Ran asked a person perfectly disguised as her friend if she is a CRIMINAL who shot her. That was dangerous, Ran…
  23. Ran has telepathic link with Shinichi in canon. I’m talking about School Bombing case. 
  24. Ran is believable. She can be angry, sad, laugh at something on TV and be sarcastic. 
  25. Ran is ordinary everyday Japanese girl, not a secret agent, not detective, but she saved people.
  26. In fact, she saved Vermouth, thus indirectly protecting Shinichi (since Sharon knows about Conan=Shinichi because she was a close friend of Yukiko)
  27. She saved serial killer. She. Saved. Serial. Killer.
  28. Also she saved a person from being crushed to death with armour.
  29. Ran saved a bomber in detective agency because the believes nobody deserves to die. She just did it. Also she believed Shinichi would do the same.
  30. Ran found a way to the locked apartment to save a dying person, without any fear that there could be a criminal. 
  31. Ran actually said to Shinichi that he would’ve done the same to make him stop worrying. He didn’t, but.. 
  32. Ran actually went into the burning house to save a person she believed is her love rival. She was SCARED about her.
  33. Ran prayed about her ‘love rival’ to be fine and alive. 
  34. Said ‘love rival’ actually teased her and gave wrong instructions but Ran made lemon pie Shinichi found tasty. How? I don’t know, I’m too busy melting at happy Shinichi/Conan with Ran’s pie.
  35. She saw SO MANY horrible things but still remains positive.
  36. She’s scared of everything supernatural but
  37. She actually went to the school at night with Shinichi. To be honest, I would’ve refused to go at her age…
  38. Her friendship with Shinichi.
  39. Her blissful ignorance of Shinichi’s love :D 
  40. Her LOVE with Shinichi.
  41. Actually, those two love has 100+ reasons to love too. 
  42. After all those years together, they act alike and they value the same things.
  43. After Shinichi confessed to her, she worked as a team with him. In fact, their teamwork is the best. If only he didn’t revert to Conan.
  44. Ran agreed to play detective and to reveal the criminal. It was a shock to her, but she DID reveal her favourite teacher. 
  45. Ran is not a detective, but she figured out a case.
  46. Ran is smart. Not genius like Shinichi, but she tries her best.
  47. Ran is daring.
  48. Ran is faithful. Even when they were not a couple (they still not a couple officially BUT) she NEVER looked at anyone but Shinichi.
  49. Ran nonchalantly took off her sweater (a gift from mother) to show Kazuha she has no interest in Heiji.
  50. Ran is a big shipper of Heiji and Kazuha. In fact, so does Shinichi :D
  51. Ran also ships Sato and Takagi (but so does everyone :D)
  52. AND Ran also ships Sonoko and Makoto. Ran is us, people.
  53. Ran would become a great mother. Non-canon she supported DB in their love life (Movie 5) 
  54. Ran is strong, not only physically, but mentally. She breaks down only when something really happens. 
  55. She endured a year (canon) without her best friend/loved person being with her. He always was close to her.
  56. Imagine yourself at her place: somebody dear to you suddenly disappears and you got his small relative instead. 
  57. She had a time when she thought Shinichi really disappeared (before bowtie invention). Imagine that. She thought he might’ve been dead. Still, smiled for Conan.
  58. She silently took ‘call me Kudo-kun, Mouri-san’-phase and accepted that. 
  59. She genuinely loves Conan as a little brother.
  60. I wonder why she knows so much about children treatment… Maybe she wanted to become elementery teacher at some point of her life?
  61. Ran is feminine martial art master. She wears cute clothes and she can kick your butt.
  62. In fact, throughout the series she kicked a lot of butts.
  63. Ran took an armed gang of 40-50 people with Makoto. In ten minutes, I believe.
  64. Before that she cleverly tricked Agasa into revealing Conan’s whereabouts. If she didn’t do it, Conan would’ve been long dead. Even if you have kick-enhancing boots, those people will slice you up before you kick ball. 
  65. Ran’s nickname suits her well. 
  66. Ran is a guardian angel. 
  67. She protects people without having second thoughts.
  68. She saved Conan’s life when he didn’t have any gadgets = we continue watching series thanks to Ran
  69. She knows about Conan gadgets, btw. Thus I produce a lot of stupid theories, but that’s not the point here.
  70. In anime - her VA is amazing. Wakana Yamazaki didn’t play a lot of roles, but her voice is so distinguishing. 
  71. In anime - RESPECT YOURSELF, MUTEKI NA HEART (characterized her well imo)
  72. In anime - she encouraged Conan to sing with her in Karaoke so tenderly I melted.
  73. In canon Ran is not a damsel in distress. Why people call her damsel in distress if there were no case in canon where Ran had to be saved. 
  74. In movies she’s not a damsel in distress either. In fact, she saved Conan (M2), (M5), landed an airplane (M8), kicked spy’s butt (M15) and did a lot of other awesome things, sadly non-canon.
  75. Oh, and she sacrificed herself in movie 6. Like. Sacrificed her life.
  76. In movie 13 (the most non canon of them all, sorry) she actually DODGED A BULLET.
  77. Oh, and fought BO agent. The only reason she lost - she saw a RIPPED PERSON FACE. That’s pretty scary.
  78. And in movie 15 her fingers bleeded when she was trying to search Conan. Again, non-canon but that’s how non-canon directors portray Ran. It shows something, right?
  79. To be honest, Ran is my role model.
  80. Courage is a word of justice. It means the quality of mind that enables one to face apprehension with confidence and resolution. It is not right to use it as an excuse to kill someone. - yeah, THIS
  81. I just remembered that she was always there when Shinichi had breakdowns - she hugged him at Akemi death and was with him in moonlight Sonata case.
  82. Ran actually played on stage. 
  83. Twice (if we count non-canon OVA)+non-canon AO where she played in a drama. 
  84. Also I’m in love of how she deals with criminals and everyone who rushed to save her are staying with dot eyes ‘oh. riight’
  85. I’m still going on about how KIND she is after all that crap in her life.
  86. Ran is oddly 3D although she’s a 2D anime heroine…
  87. That’s maybe cheating, but again - Ran’s sense of style. Everything she wears is so cute, beautiful and feminine. I never saw her wearing anything that looked bad.
  88. Ran took Sera’s Jeet Kune Do one by one and befriended her afterwards. Sera was trained by Shuichi Akai.
  89. Oh, and she met Akai on street and while Conan was afraid of him/for her she actually talked with him (sending Conan into BSoD)
  90. She kicked Akai Shuichi, FBI agent (disguised as Subaru). 
  91. She lied to said Subaru about ‘Kinichi’-kun because she was not sure about him and she wanted to protect Shinichi. 
  92. Non-canon she was able to find out who Kid and the only way she was tricked into believing he was Shinichi is because Conan told about ShinRan childhood before. That rises a question - did Ran thought afterwards HOW Kid could’ve known it, huh,
  93. Oh, last ten reasons? Let’s keep them short - Ran is so beautiful and has so many various expressions sometimes I want to screen everything.
  94. Her hair is also beautiful. And when she was a little Ran, her hair were so cute.
  95. In fact, I’ll include smol Ran as a reason to love Ran, because smol Ran is everything to me.
  96. Ran is Gosho’s favorite character.  
  97. Yukiko ships her with her son :D
  98. HAIBARA ships them!
  99. Heck, almost every DC cast ships ShinRan.
  100. I wrote 100 reasons to love Ran Mouri, and I wrote it quickly, because those reasons wanted to be written. If you have 100 reasons to love some character, this character deserves love.

anonymous asked:

Please talk to me about gtop. I'm new to the fandom and I hardcore ship that two. Do you ship it too? Are there like 'proofs' that they're real? Please go crazy with me

omg, my favourite kind of ask. so i answered something for another anon a while back xxx 

the most ~concrete~ you’re gonna get in the way of proof is the cyworld messages back in the day (they used to call each other turtle and shell for gods sake and the amount of just BOYFRIEND pictures found on top’s old acc is mad lmao)

but then they also share pyjamas (honestly what straight men do this), jiyong had a habit over the past year of liking/posting gtop fan art and manips like this. then there’s stuff like jiyong maybe - very possibly - keeping a gift bag that seunghyun gave him for YEARS

they met in middle school 😢…danny from 1tym recently took part on a podcast where he talked about them being friends before they joined YG like…people know about them being buddies which i find very cute?

and for some reason this is my favourite gtop moment