and all i do is press a screen

anonymous asked:

Ugh can you stop whining already? The resposters you're demonizing are HELPING YOU by giving you EXPOSURE so you can be popular like all the other popular artists like there (edendaphne, taylordraws, qookyquice, sakura-rose12, ferisea, ceeljes, etcetara). Posts on instagram with their art helped them become popular and the "evil" reposters are only trying to help you to. Just let them repost soon you'll get 1000 followers. So stop being whiny and just let them help your unpopular ungrateful ass!

Hello, anon! Normally, I would ignore rude anons and immediately delete them, but I feel this type of ask is relevant to raising awareness of the problem we have with reposters, art thieves, and the like. So here we go!

It’s true, I may not be as popular as any of the tumblrs you have mentioned (btw, you misspelled a few :c), but that doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to the rights of, I emphasize, MY OWN WORK. Also, I’m not sure where I was whining anywhere, can you give a source? And what am I supposed to be grateful for exactly? ┐(‘~`;)┌

But yeah, even if I had only 3 followers and half a sandwich, a thing I made and posted is still something I explicitly own. It came from me. All I did was share it via tumblr. If I didn’t share it, guess what? I still made it. The only difference when I shared it was so people can see it too. But I still made it. The reposter didn’t, the art thief didn’t—it was me. Henceforth, it is mine to control how it’s shared and used. You are not entitled to up and use my work without permission, no matter how you justify it.

That goes for all the ‘unpopular’ artists out there too. You created a thing out of nothing. It is yours and no one else’s. If anyone tries to put you down to get you to allow them to repost your stuff or give them ‘free commissions’ for so-called “EXPOSURE”, politely decline them (or flip them off, it really depends on you 👀).

You have something they don’t—your skill. Don’t let them take that from you because they made you feel bad that they make 1000+ notes/likes per (re)post they “made” compared to your sketch getting 9 notes and a supporting comment from grandma. At least you have a skill to make a thing, a skill you can only get better at over time, as opposed to a reposter’s skill of Googling and right-click Save/pressing Print Screen. Because any old schmuck can do that. I can do that. My grandpa can do that. My 4-year old nephew can do that.

We all start from nothing, so have pride in what you can do by yourself! Don’t give up and work hard and I guarantee you, people will definitely notice your effort, be it sooner or later. c: (I was gonna cite Van Gogh as an example of ‘later’ but uhh he got popular after he died so that might be a bad example i’ll shut up about that now im sorry)

But I digress! Back to anon. Your claim is because I’m not a popular artist, I can get recognition via reposters, so I should be grateful. To be frank, I think that claim is all sorts of dumb. It doesn’t explain why reposters then STILL repost work by artists who are clearly more popular than their repost account/s. They certainly don’t need any exposure. The math just doesn’t add up, anon. :c

I do apologize if trying to put me down like this didn’t work out. I am confident in my own (albeit not-that-good-yet) ability and I truly believe that if I do work hard enough, I can make it out there. And even if I never do, at the very least I didn’t enable attitudes such as yours to permeate and be justified. I’ve made friends who appreciate what I do, and at the end of the day, it’s more than enough for me. Even if I don’t make it big, I know they’ll be right here supporting me anyway. My question is, who do you have, anon?

I hope sending out this ask helped you dislike yourself a little less. c: Sorry for the long post!

If anyone needs more information about the reposting/art theft problem and the protest, check out @miraculousblackout! They have all sorts of posts and links to help educate you! If anything else is still unclear, just send an ask. We are here to guide you. Just remember, be respectful! Have a good day! ヾ(☆'∀'☆)

QUICK LINKS TO ALL THE SCREENS I HAVE MADE (OLDEST TO NEWEST), PRESS ON THE ARTIST IT WILL TAKE YOU TO THE POST🙏🏽🤘🏽 

THIS TOOK A WHILE TO DO, APPRECIATE IT💔 



-> TORY LANEZ <-                               -> ASAP MOB <-

-> DRAKE X FUTURE <-                      -> KANYE WEST <-

-> TRAVIS SCOTT <-                           -> SELENA GOMEZ <-

-> J COLE <-                                        -> JUSTIN BIEBER <-

-> PARTYNEXTDOOR <-                      -> POST MALONE <-

-> MIGOS <-                                         -> ASAP ROCKY <-

-> BIG SEAN <-                                    -> CHANCE THE RAPPER <-

-> THE WEEKND <-                              -> RIHANNA <-

-> 6LACK <-                                          -> FUTURE <-

-> KID CUDI <-                                     -> NAV <- 

->  HYPEBEAST <-                               -> KHALID <- 

-> FRANK OCEAN <-                            -> 21 SAVAGE <-

-> DRAKE <-                                         -> LIL UZI <-

-> DONALD GLOVER <-                      -> JOEY BADA$$ <-

-> KENDRICK LAMAR <-                     -> MAJID JORDAN <-

-> THE WEEKND TRILOGY <-            -> LOGIC <-

-> CARTI <-                                        -> TWENTY 88 <-

 -> LIL YACHY <-                                -> BRYSON TILLER <-

-> SZA <-                                            -> KEHLANI <-

-> GUCCI MANE <-

170723 Super Junior D&E Hello Again Fanmeet [FULL]

[Dalnimi]

D&E’s moms, Donghwa, Yesung, Kyuhyun, and MC Leeteuk attended.Kyuhyun had told leeteuk he’d come to every thing the members did. 

[kerishee4415]

[kjj_1994_jj]

Opening VCR showed Still you cuts, getting #1, enlisting, and Donghae and Eunhyuk’s hug during discharge. Words: we’ve missed you. ©

[___younghae]

EH: I have an apologetic heart to everyone here, let’s not break apart again, let’s only walk the flower path now.

DH: I’m sorry for making you lonely for 2 years, I will work hard to show a good image in activities from now on. 

They saluted to Leeteuk.

[DirtyPop1938]

DH: It was really nice today, LT and YS hyung came today too, I’m really happy.

Eunhyuk showed a vacation pic of eating with his unit.
DH: Didn’t you make plans to eat with me? And you went to see others?? ©

Eunhyuk talked about the Super Junior dorm situation: After living in the same dorm for so long, now we’re in out thirties, we said “let’s have a go at being independent!” But we couldn’t go too far from each other so we are all living in different houses in the same area/apartment, we eat pizza together and go on walks together too, we went to find Heechul too but Kim Heechul didn’t open the door (I don’t know if he was home or not). © 

Eunhyuk confused the old SJ dorm and the new dorm. When he was in the army, SJ moved out of the old dorm so it was empty. Hyuk didn’t realize that when he went there. He thought at least kyuhyun was inside so he kept trying to press in the password and pressing the door bell, making funny faces in the inter-phone camera for minutes. Then he asked in SJ’s group chat and the manager asked if he went to the old dorm where they moved out. ©

[小帕Ana] 

Eunhyuk asked Donghae to find him in a picture of him with all his army staff in uniform and Donghae walked to the screen and pointed at a lady wearing a dress. Eunhyuk replied, “I wore a dress? Good job.” © 

Eunhyuk looked around at fans who all have long hair.
EH: We made a promise? Do you remember? How did your hair grow so fast?

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anonymous asked:

Super important prompt: what was the boy squad doing leading up to Isak's insta post.

This is super important, which is why I have bumped it up on the list. Okay here we go. 

“This is a terrible idea” Mahdi states as the boys walk around the corner to kaffebrenneriet. 

“What the fuck?” Magnus screeches “this is a great idea. Trust us man.”

They all pull a chair out and sit at a table outside near one of the windows to the cafe. 

Isak licks his lips before nodding “Mahdi was right. This is a terrible idea.” 

Jonas laughs and shakes his head “oh come on don’t act like my ideas have never worked before.” 

“yeah but this time it’s half Magnus’s idea” 

“EXACTLY!” Mahdi exclaims already getting up from his chair. 

“Mahdi sit down” Jonas orders, trying desperately to calm the squad down. “it’s gonna work.” 

Mahdi reluctantly sits back in the chair with his shoulders slumped as he chews on his lip anxiously. 

“So which one is she?” Magnus asks grinning. 

“shhhh can you try to be less obvious?” 

Isak and Jonas raise their eyebrows at each other because they both knew the answer was no and that Mahdi was head over heels. 

“Is it her?” Jonas asked, nodding at a brunette clearing a table next to them. 

Mahdi shook his head. 

“What about him?” Magnus asked pointing straight at a guy taking someones order. 

“Nei Magnus” 

Jonas and Isak laughed 

“What I can’t remember if you said it was a girl or not. and he’s hot right Isak?” 

Isak leant back in his chair with a smug smile painted across his face. “nah not my type.” 

“You’re so whipped man.” Jonas shook his head grinning proudly at his best friend. 

Isak shrugged, smiling. 

“oh wait is it her?” Isak asked as he spotted a blonde girl. 

“oh my god you guys are awful at this.” 

“she’s pretty though.” Jonas said. 

“yeah hot!” Magnus agreed. 

Isak squinted his eyes and angled his head like he was looking at an abstract painting he just couldn’t get. 

“I think i’m too gay for this.” 

The boys roared with laughter, the warmth of the joke making Mahdi finally relax a little. 

Suddenly a short girl with glasses, wearing an army jacket under her apron, and her purple hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head walked out with a tray of coffees. 

“that’s her” Mahdi mumbled. 

“what?” Magnus asked confused 

Mahdi’s eyes nearly fell out when he stared at Magnus trying to convey what he meant “that’s heeerrr” he said between his teeth. 

“ahhh” the boys sang together. Mahdi rolled his eyes at how long it took them. 

Isak smiled “She’s cool.” 

“And cute” Jonas agreed. 

Mahdi smiled “yeah we met at a save the planet meeting” 

they all stared at him. 

“What? I care about the environment!” 

“Sure you do…” Jonas smirked and rolled his eyes “just like Even cared so much about kossegruppa.” 

Isak ignored him “anyway what’s the plan then?” 

Jonas and Magnus looked at each other in silence. 

“Hello? Plan?” Mahdi pressed, getting anxious. 

“ugh well…” Magnus began 

“This is as far as we got.” Jonas finished. 

Mahdi facepalmed “you have got to be kidding me.” 

“it’s not our fault! We were planning on Even being here to you know, take over…” Magnus said. 

“Yeah where the hell is he anyway?” Jonas asked Isak. 

Isak grinned cockily “i’m making him study for his math exam.” 

“Making him?” Mahdi asked

“How the hell could you-” 

the moment Isak’s cheeks turned pink the boys chuckled as Jonas waved his hand in the air, shaking his question away. “nope nevermind, I don’t want to know.” 

“Okay” Isak said, clapping his hands ready to take over. “this is what we’re going to do.” 

“Quick does anyone have any asprin?” Jonas interjected. 

Isak glared “that’s not my only move jackass.” 

“How about you go up to her and tell her-” 

“No Magnus” the boys said simultaneously. 

“Okay, Mahdi, you go and order us coffee.” 

Mahdi stared at him.

Isak stared back

Mahdi raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?” 

Isak smiled “that’s all there is to it.” 

Mahdi groaned, “I can’t believe i’m doing this” before standing up. 

Jonas clapped as Magnus cheered and Isak threw his head back laughing. 

“you all suck” Mahdi said before walking in to the cafe. 

“so how do you think he’s gonna do?” Jonas asked as soon as he walked inside. 

“terrible.” 

“he’s probably gonna pass out before he gets to the counter.” 

Jonas shook his head “you guys are horrible friends.” 

“hey it took me and Vilde like months to get together! How long did it take Evak?” he asked Isak. 

Isak thought about it. “well, we nearly kissed 3 weeks after we met…actually kissed a week after that but then we weren’t official until…like what a month? or actually maybe-

“We get it. It was complicated.” Jonas interrupted. Isak replied by sticking his tongue out at him. 

“real mature.” 

“so yeah it’s realistic for us to assume he will bomb out the first few times. It’s just how it is.” Magnus said wisely, shrugging at his insightful knowledge. 

Finally after ten minutes Mahdi walked out with a plate of Waffles. 

“So how did it go? Isak asked, just as Mahdi shoved half a waffle in his mouth. 

“Oh! Good. We’re going out on friday.” he mumbled through the mouthful of waffle. 

Magnus’s chin nearly hit the ground “you got…you got a date?” 

Mahdi nodded confused “wasn’t that the plan?” 

Isak grinned “nice one Mahdi.” 

Jonas high-fived him. 

Magnus was still in shock. “but…but….it’s supposed to- you were meant to- what about bombing out?” 

the boys laughed. 

“oh and she gave me free waffles!” Mahdi said proudly, staring at the plate with heart eyes. 

“she’s definitely a keeper.”  Isak nodded in approval. 

“see Mahdi you should appreciate us. Look, our plan work.” 

“your plan sucked” he replied. 

Isak nodded “yeah it did.” 

Jonas rolled his eyes. “Shut up and lets take a photo to commemorate this moment.” 

the boys all huddled together. Jonas struggled with his phone “do i…do I stand here, or should it.”

Magnus pointed at the screen, “maybe if you flip it” 

“but then we won’t be able to see what we look like” Isak stated. 

“Will someone just press the button?” Mahdi said. 

“I think i’m pressing” 

“wait you’re pressing?” 

“Yeah i’m not sure but - oh shit it’s taking photos” 

“it’s taking photos?” 

“oh fuck it was on burst mode.” 

the boys looked through the photos together. 

“Yeah that looks about right.” Isak said 

the boys agreed in unison. 

“Who wants to go get pizza? I promised Even if he studied for his math exam I would bring him home some.” 

The boys all stared at him in surprise.

“What?” Isak asked. “What the fuck did you think I meant?” 

Mahdi shook his head “nothing.” 

“oh yeah nothing I totally thought you meant bribing him with food” Jonas said as they all began walking off. 

“What?’ Magnus asked finally catching on to the conversation 

“OH I thought you meant sex.” he shouted, earning a punch in the arm from Isak. 

Every time I see someone giving writing advice, I always see the same thing:

OUTLINE.

Now, this obviously works for a great many writers. It does not work for me. I know, for I have tried it. Outlining is the fastest way for me to guarantee that the story will not be written. Once I know the entire story from beginning to end, I no longer have to tell it to myself. And writing down the basic plot–well, it’s writing it down. Writing is the last part of my process, not the first. Once I get to the writing down part…this is what I have settled on. Writing out an outline of a plot before I start writing a story locks me into that plot and makes it harder for me to think spontaneously about what needs to happen, both to develop the characters and to surprise the readers.

And don’t even get me started on those 100-question interviews with your characters. 

Mind you, I do plan stories–eventually. I visualize stories like they’re movies. I have shot and re-shot scenes a thousand times in my head to see if this will dovetail neatly with the previous scene or if it will be awkward. I run through dialogue while I’m washing the dishes. But none of the scenes or settings or dialogue are things that I’m committed to…not until I start writing the story. My mental storyboarding still involves planning, but it doesn’t make me feel restricted like an outline does.

I don’t believe that “pantsers,” as writers who don’t outline are called by many in the writing community, are worse writers than those who do outline. What I do believe is that people want to know how writers write. And you see, there are a lot of books about how to become a better writer.

Here’s the problem:  My writing process is not very complicated. I start with a character or two and a) a terrible situation, b) a what if, or c) something cracktastic that doesn’t sound like it could possibly make sense and then make sense of it (like the Hamlet/Cthulhu Mythos crossover I wrote once). There is a lot of staring at a blank screen, grumbling, letting my mind drift while playing hidden object games, and thinking out stories while taking clothes out of the dryer, washing dishes or rolling up bandages. You’d be hard pressed to turn that into an essay, let alone a book.

Books by outliners generally talk about a thousand things that they do before they get started. The plot structure. The characters’ personal histories. The themes. The research (which they always do beforehand, rather than, as I do, before and during). The editing (which they all insist must be done afterwards, and not, as I do, during, because I find it less stressful to correct and rewrite as I go along, and afterward, after at least one person has had a chance to proofread it).

Outlining just sounds more serious. More organized. And because you can outline so many aspects of a story, almost all writing books are written by outliners…to the point where some writing books speak disparagingly of those who do not, treating us as lazy and inefficient. 

And honestly, I understand this. Many writers of such books seem to gravitate naturally to outlines, so of course that seems best to them. Complicating matters is the fact that, as I said, pantsers tend not to author books on how to write, so the outliners have nothing to compare their method to. Outlining is praised highly from one end of the community to the other–so, the attitude runs, why doesn’t everyone do it? it works, doesn’t it?

Yes. It works for many people. But not all. I suspect that there are as many writing processes as there are people.  And you know what? That’s fine.

So to those who hate outlining, who feel straitjacketed by it, whose minds tangle and snarl when they try to employ it…you’re not alone. And you’re not a bad writer. You’re a writer. Do what works for you.

Batboys playing Mario Kart

*screen is split 4 ways*

Dick: Who the hell picked Rainbow Road? All these damn colors are making my eyes hurt–and that’s the second time I’ve fallen into space!

Jason: Damian did. 

Damian: It’s better than the Haunted Mansion Tim wanted. The roads in that place are all edges!

Tim: At least that Chomp thing isn’t there. I’ve run into that guy every time I’ve seen him!

Jason: That’s because you suck. Shit! Not another bomb!

Dick: I was playing this before you guys were even born. I am a god at this game.

Jason: Dick, shut up. You’re in last place.*gets a question mark* *question mark gives him a golden mushroom* This has to be the most useless fucking one. *repeatedly presses the ‘Z’ button* All it does it is jump me back and forth like I’m fucking glitching! 

Dick: You just don’t know how to use it.

Jason: Strong words from someone playing as Yoshi. *gold mushroom launches him over the edge and into space* Well fuck you too, Wario,

Dick: Yoshi is lovable just like me. Besides, everyone knows Wario is just the asshole reject of the family. *gasps* Did you do that on purpose?

Tim: Dammit, Damian. Quit with the fucking turtle shells!

Damian: That wasn’t me!

Tim: I can see your screen!

Damian: STOP SCREEN CHEATING!

Tim: STOP HITTING ME WITH RED TURTLE SHELLS!

Damian: THE GAME KEEPS GIVING THEM TO ME!

Jason: Which one of you fuckers hit me with a red turtle shell?

Tim: That would be Princess Peach over there with her endless fucking supply.

Damian: I picked the wrong player! You three douchebags wouldn’t let me change it!

Tim: Oh, but this suits you so much better. 

Damian: Whatever, Mario.

Tim: This game exists because of Mario.

Damian: This game exists for you to be anyone but Mario. 

Dick: I got a star! Eat dust bitches! *passes everyone up* *falls off the edge into space* *gets put back in last* God dammit. 

Tim: What’s with all the fucking banana peels, Jason?

Jason: You tell me, Mr. “I strategically placed upside down question marks everywhere to inflict maximum casualties.”

Tim: You have no proof that was me.

Jason: I saw you on your screen!

Tim: You screen cheated?

Damian: Doesn’t feel so good does it?

Tim: Can it, Peach.

Damian: Wow, what a clever pun. Did you strategically place that too?

Tim: I’m gonna strategically punch you in the face.

Dick: It’s so nice and drama free in last place.*laughs evilly to himself*

Damian: Have fun trying to hit me while I’m pelting you with red turtle shells!

Tim: *gets a question mark* Not if I have some turtle shells of my own. *question mark gives him the squid that puts an ink blot on his screen* Aw hell.

Damian: *laughs loudly* That’s some defense you got there. 

Tim: I can’t see shit! *slips on Jason’s banana peels*

Jason: *is in 1st place* *hears a blue turtle shell coming* Is that a blue turtle shell? Tim and Damian, shut the hell up. I said, is that a blue turtle shell?

Tim and Damian: *both get out of the way of the blue turtle shell*

Jason: *gets hit the blue turtle shell* WHO THE FUCK SENT A BLUE TURTLE SHELL?

Dick: *more evil laughter*

Tim: It was Dick.

Damian: Did you screen cheat to find that out too?

Tim: This is Mario Kart. They literally show you where everyone is on a map! THERE IS NO SCREEN CHEATING!

Damian: YOU WEREN’T SAYING THAT WHEN JASON DID IT TO YOU!

Dick: I’m coming for you Jason.

Jason: Get the fuck away from me, Dick. Take your blue turtle shells, and get. The fuck. Away.

Jason, Tim and Damian: *get electrocuted*

Dick: *passes them all up*

Jason: NO!

Tim: Damian, I swear to God, if that question mark gives you a red turtle shell–

Damian: Let me pass you, and this won’t be a problem.

Tim: No.

Damian: Then feel my red, fiery wrath! *shoots more red turtle shells at Tim*

Tim: You sadistic little–

Dick: Told you I was a god at this game. *is seconds away from winning in 1st place*

Jason: *presses ‘start’ and ‘restart race’ a millisecond before Dick crosses the finish line*

Dick: *gasps* YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! *throws his controller at Jason*

Jason: *ducks*

Tim: *gets hit by the controller*

Damian: Too bad you couldn’t have screen cheated to know that was coming.

Tim: *attacks Damian*

Dick: *attacks Jason*

*10 minutes later*

Bruce: You were playing Mario Kart. Mario Kart, boys. Grand Theft Auto doesn’t even make you this violent.  Why is Tim’s nose bleeding?

Dick: It’s Monopoly all over again. It all started because Jason cheated.

Tim: *holding a tissue to his nose* Dick threw a controller at me–well, at Jason, but it hit me.

Damian: Serves you right, screen cheater.

Tim: I will bleed on you.

Jason: You shot a blue turtle shell at me. What was I supposed to do?

Dick: Take it like a man is what you’re supposed to do! You want to know what you’re not supposed to do? RESTART THE RACE JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE LOSING!

Bruce: Why is this my life?


This is pretty much exactly what happens when my fam plays Mario Kart. We get everyone together for a nice, friendly game of racing with funny attack methods, and it turns into a bloodbath. I’ve been every one of these. I’ve come close to killing most of my siblings–ESPECIALLY when they screen cheat. I hate that crap. I just ruins the game. And of course I’ve been a sore loser and either restarted the race or turned the console off before someone else won. I’ve bitten my brother before for hitting me with a blue turtle shell, and he once shattered our tv screen by humming his controller at it because he was playing against the CPU and Peach kept hitting him with red turtle shells. Good times.

Read a post about humans and their struggling curiosity on pressing big red buttons and I can’t help but imagine all of us as DeeDee from Dextor’s Laboratory just messing around with everything we see on the ship to see what they do and what happens if we press that big button here or that switch over there or touch the pad screen, just us overexcited ones being too excited to think. Haha

Studying

Adam tends to dedicate the three days before a big exam to studying.

He sits himself at a table in the back of his favorite cafe on campus, where no one ventures because of how cramped it is, and makes himself at home. The sloped roof, wooden beams, and aged hardwood floors remind him of his tiny room back at St. Agnes.

Today, the smell of dust is enough to conjure up a memory from last summer; when Ronan helped him pack away his belongings the night before he left for college. He quickly pushes the memory away before it can take root.

Like usual, his classmates only join him for day one of what they call the Parrish Regiment, while his roommate stays through day two to keep Adam company. The third day, however, is when Adam is left to study on his own.

He becomes restless from studying for hours upon hours with little time in between to use the bathroom, eat, and sleep. But the more time he spends here, the higher the chances are that he’ll pass his exams and head into his winter break stress free. Just a handful of days until he gets to see–

His cellphone vibrates on the table, a picture of Ronan holding up his middle finger popping up on the screen. He answers and tries to sound as if he weren’t just thinking about the other boy. Apparently, that’s not hard to do when you’re exhausted and running on four hours of sleep.

“Lynch. I’m studying,” Adam croaks, while rubbing at his eyes. He’s read the same passage in his textbook four times.

“Adam!” It’s Opal’s high voice that greets him and Adam instantly feels warmth begin to flood his chest. All traces of exhaustion are momentarily forgotten.

“Opal,” he sighs fondly. There’s a sound of buttons being pressed, then comes Ronan’s voice:

“I thought the brat should know something other than ‘Kerah’ and elementary level Latin. How’s the studying going?”

Just like Ronan to change the subject so Adam wouldn’t comment on him taking the time to teach Opal his name. The attempt doesn’t stop the burning behind his eyes or the lump forming in his throat, though.

“I miss you,” Adam whispers.

“Adam. You know I miss you, too,” Ronan doesn’t hesitate with his response. “Finish studying, so you can ace your tests, hop in your shitmobile, and get your ass back here. Your break starts next week, right?”

“Mm,” Adam bobs his head a little, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Hey, keep studying. I’ll stay on the line and keep you company, so you don’t cry like a fucking wuss. Deal?”

“Deal,” Adam laughs.

And Ronan does keep him company. He puts himself on speaker while he goes about the rest of his evening, so that he’s not making too much noise in Adam’s ear. There’s the sound of Opal’s hooves on hardwood floor, a screen door opening and closing, pots and pans being moved around in the kitchen. At one point, Ronan begins to sing something Adam’s only ever heard him hum before and he thinks of Cabeswater, of peaceful summer nights spent in the Barns with Ronan’s hand in his.

“Thank you,” Adam says so quietly, he’s sure his boyfriend won’t hear it. But he does.

“Anytime.”

(sin)ema

request: jackson smutt

author’s response: thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!


otp(s): jackson wang x reader

genre: smut

word count: 3,012

synopsis: there’s a reason why jackson wang blushes every time he enters the cinema.


“so, this is why we’re sitting in the back?”
jackson wang stuffed his clammy, calloused hands into the confines of his pockets as he fought against the simmering heat beginning to mercilessly grip his whole fucking body. the pupils of his eyes struggled to remain trained on the wide screen several feet before him as fingers taunted the bulge fighting against the button of his pants. he was thankful for the speakers rooted in the corner of the theater, blaring distractions for everyone seated near him.

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Second Chances (m)

Word Count: 8,833

Warning: Yoongi smut

A/N: I decided to write something a little less serious for a change! The smut turned out a little longer than I expected it to, which is also why the story turned out so close to 9k :) I am so thankful for minyoongiish who proofread this entire piece <3 Hope you enjoy~


If you had the ability to turn back time, you wouldn’t even hesitate to use it in this moment.

“Y/N?” The voice on the other end of the telephone asks. “Something the matter?”

“Oh no,” you mumble. “Fuck.” With one finger, you frantically tap the screen, desperately clinging to the hope that this is still in your hands, that you can still turns this around for the better.

Jimin’s voice sounds both curious and irritated at the same time when he speaks again. “What did you do this time? Did you put your keys in the freezer again?”

You can’t even be mad at his terribly timed comment that you’d normally be very offended about. All you do is curse softly, reading the simple message you sent like it’s a death wish.

You: Hey :) [sent 11:27am]

“Jimin!“ you exclaim, and are rewarded with a startled gasp.

"Yeesh, don’t scare me like that!” He lets out a sigh. “Stop acting all mysterious and just tell me what’s going on.”

You tap the screen again, despite knowing that it won’t help now if it didn’t help last time. A nervous gasp leaves your mouth as you turn your attention to the call. “How the fuck do I delete a message?”

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team ironman | jungkook

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Pairing: Jungkook + Reader

Genre: Fluff + drabble

Word Count: 608

Author’s Note: *cries* this one was hard to write in Y/N’s POV bc ya girl here is 100% on team ironman and totally sides with kookie on this one buttttt still enjoyed writing it cuz I mean who doesn’t like the Avengers now ;)

Reader’s POV

“You’re kidding me.” you exclaimed, as you gave him the deadliest glare you could possibly muster, your eyes shooting lasers at the boy sitting across from you.

“Actually, I’m not.” he said defiantly, crossing him arms against his chest, giving you an equally intimidating glare.

Grabbing your remote from his side of the couch, you paused the movie playing in front of you, stopping it right before it’s most climatic fight scene.

Looking over at Jungkook, you scoffed, “Wow, you’ve actually lost it. It’s obvious to anyone that Captain America is much better!”

“Um, hello? Who has an awesome suit that lets him fly, shoot lasers, an-”

“You don’t need mechanics to be a hero Jungkook!” you retorted, “You need to be a role model to people around the world, putting yourself ahead of others and-”

“Iron Man does that!” he argued, letting out a huff as you raised your eyebrows.

“Last time I checked, all he’s want to do surrender to UN and their stupid Sokovia Accords and make them essentially powerless! I mean do you think they’ll actually call in the Avengers after that? It’s bait Jungkook!”

The both of you were finally having a night to yourself after a long and busy week of him running around with his busy schedules and you jam-packed with essays and homework from all your college classes. But yet here you were watching Captain America:Civil War because the both of you were major Marvel freaks.

“It is not bait Y/N, it’s called being smart! What if something were to happen to them, you know SHIELD isn’t there for them anymore with everything that’s happening.” he countered.

You remarked, “That is if something were to happen in the first place.”

“You well know they’re not going to stop having problems.”

“Right, with Iron Man’s stupid evil machines there will always be problems.” you said sarcastically, when Jungkook shoved your legs off that were draped over his lap, a whine escaping your mouth at the sudden contact of cold air hitting your bare legs.

“Yah!” he exclaimed, “Take that back.”

“You know I’m right.”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh huh!”

The two of you stared at each other when you felt a chill run down your body as you pulled your legs to your chest, sulking, “Great now I’m cold…”

Jungkook’s eyes softened at you as he saw you shiver slightly, before sighing and grabbing your arm, a small yelp leaving your mouth as he pulled you across the couch into his warm chest. Wrapping the blanket around the two of you, a wave of warmth fell upon you as you snuggled closer into his chest.

“Is that better now?” Jungkook whispered into your ear, your lips tilting into a small smile.

Looking up at him, your fingers reached up to his neck as you pulled him down to meet your lips in a short kiss, your heart fluttering as you could hear his own thundering in his chest pressed up against yours.

Pulling away, you brushed your lips against his as a small sigh left his mouth when you whispered against them, “Captain America’s still better.”

Earning a groan of disapproval from him, you laughed in response as he gave you a disappointing look,“ I don’t even know why I’m dating you.”

Turning back to face the screen, you pressed the play button, the movie continuing to play out in front of you when you replied, “It’s because you love me.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, he nuzzled his head into the side of your neck, placing a feathery kiss there as he whispered softly, “I guess I do don’t I.”

Someone get me a man who will watch all the Marvel movies w me pls

Serenity

Summary: In which Sam is the best source of serenity after a long day of work.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,558

A/N : Happy birthday to a sweetheart with a heart of gold @avengerofyourheart. Anika, chatting with you makes my day on the regular and I love that we’re able to fangirl over so many shows together. I also love that you trusted me enough to accept my Brooklyn 99 and Pitch recommendations and got around to watching both shows. You’re amazing and I hope you’re having a wonderful day! 

Originally posted by amerikatee

After a long day of work, the last thing you want to do is climb up three flights of stairs to get to your apartment. On most days, you’re able to view the trek as a welcome challenge, but today it’s nothing more than a burden. An unavoidable one since you made the godforsaken mistake of moving into an apartment without an elevator. Your friends warned you that this day would come and you didn’t listen. You have no one to blame but yourself for being stuck in this situation.

You’ve watched a myriad of shows and movies where characters were forced to endure all kinds of unspeakable torture at the hands of villains. Not one of those torture tactics ever included having someone walk up some stairs after spending a full day at work. When you make it to the second floor, you decide that you’re going to pass on this new idea to anyone who wants to listen. Forget about tying someone up in chains or sticking their head in ice-cold water - a flight of stairs and tired feet are easily one of the most dangerous combinations.

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I can’t wait to see you // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n and Shawn face time where they are interrupted

Author’s note: I have 900 followers um what??!!? BTW The cute heading is a lie, beware


“I miss you,” I coo into the phone, seeing Shawn’s face reflecting back at me.

“Gosh, its good to hear that,” Shawn’s distorted voice calls back to me, the face time call freezing momentarily.

“How’s tour been baby?” I ask him, curling up in bed, excitement unfurling in my stomach at seeing his face.

“Been so good, Sweetheart, would be so much better if you were here though,” He grins at me and my heart rate speeds up at the beautiful man that I could gladly call my boyfriend.

“Aw Shawn,” My cheeks feel hot at his compliment. We’d only been dating for 8 months yet I never got used to his sweet commentary.

“I can’t wait to see you Y/n,” Shawn tells me, the connection freezing again.

“Only a week left then you will be back home for a week!” I say enthusiastically. There was only 7 more days until I could hold him in my arms again.

“7 days are too long,” He whines, leaning his forearms on the table and resting his chin on top. 

“You’ll survive,” I tease him, watching him smirk in response.

“I don’t think I will, not unless you’re here, right next to me within the next hour, I’m pretty sure-”

I never caught the rest of his sentence for a loud voice called over the top of him.

“Shawn, you’re taking forever baby, c’mon,” A high pitched voice calls, quite loudly may I add, the door to what ever room Shawn was in, slammed against the wall with a thud.

“Shh,” He cuts the person off, eyes darting in the voice’s direction before looking back at me worriedly.

“What’s wrong? Are you on the phone to your mum again? I thought we were going to have dinner?” her sultry voice murmurs and I feel my heart sink to my stomach. His eyes widen at her, as if saying stop talking.

“Who was that?” I ask, swallowing the lump in my throat as tears threatened to fall from the scenarios flooding my head.

“No one,” Shawn answers, all too quick.

“I swear I didn’t know you were on the phone to her,” Her sharp voice whispers to him, as if she thinks I can’t hear her, or maybe she wants me to.

Shawn nods, his eyes looking at something past the screen and my stomach twists. I’m angry. Angry that I can’t be with him because of my job. Angry that he’s surrounded by people who can enjoy his lifestyle with him while I can’t. Most of all, I’m angry that I fear he’s found someone else. Surely, I had enough faith in him that the thought of him cheating shouldn’t even be crossing my mind right now? Surely?

It was.

“Can you hurry up and hang up, I’m hungry,” I hear her whisper again and my blood boils, angry tears welling in my eyes. I felt betrayed. If Shawn was to hang up right now, abide by her wishes, rather then stay talking to me, his girlfriend who he had not seen in 3 weeks, I don’t know what I would do.

“Hey honey, I’ve got to go, sorry sweetheart, I love yo-,”Beep, beep, beep, beep. 

The black screen shows my reflection, my finger still hovering over the end call button where I rushed to press it, not wanting Shawn to see the hurt that was written all over my face.

I guess that’s how I would have reacted.

Gone - Pt. 3

Part One  Part Two

Pairing: Hothner x Reader

Word Count: 1,778

Request:  yes!  Thank you for the amazing feedback!

@zugzwangcm-comment-account:  Omg you should do a third part 😭 this was so good!

@ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines:  I’ve loved part one and I love part 2 even more! The way the team and the reader interact was just lovely. I’d really enjoy a third part if there are any plans for one?

@marvelfanlife:  Please say that there will be a part 3 to gone?! Like I said before Aaron needs to know! And what happens if Scratch makes an appearance! 😬😊💕

@dkbksbcobk:  Hey, I was wondering if you could make a part 3 to “Gone” when you have the time, you’re an amazing writer

@louisespecter:  It was beautifully written but yet so sad. My heart can’t handle this. I literally have tears in my eyes as I’m typing this message. Please please pleaaasssee can there be a part 3?

Warnings: none

Summary: Aaron Jack Hotchner was born.  The reader has an incredibly close-knit relationship with the team, making it easier to raise her son, but his father has no clue he exists... Or does he?  I’m actually so excited that this fic is getting such amazing feedback, it’s makes me happy to know that there are people who want to read something that I’m very proud of creating.  Without further ado, here is the third part to ‘Gone’.  Enjoy!!

A/N: AJ is Aaron Jack’s nickname for Aaron Jack and Aaron Junior, just in case that confused anyone.

Originally posted by prettyboygoobler

Previously on…

His dad was not here, but Aaron Jack Hotchner was surrounded by the people who love him and will go to the ends of the earth for him, and that was all that mattered.

Aaron was out in the world somewhere with Jack hopefully safe, but wherever he was, he had no knowledge of the baby boy just born with his name.  He didn’t know that you thought about him every day, and probably didn’t know that since he left, you spent every night crying yourself to sleep.  He didn’t know any of this because he was gone.


“AJ, I’m not going to tell you again,” you scolded your son.  He was stubborn as always, trying to play with the toys that weren’t his without permission. 

“No, no, he’s fine!  He’s so cute.  How old is he?” the mother of the child whose toys Aaron Jr. kept playing with asked.

“He’s turned three today,” you replied, looking at the boy who looked too much like his father.  His smile resembled that of Aaron’s, and every time you saw it, your heart seemed to skip a beat, not only for the memories of your beloved boyfriend, but for the tiny child that was yours. 

The playground was mainly vacated, only a few mothers and their children enjoying the beautiful outdoors that day.

“Mine’s four.  Nearly time to start school,” the mother replied with a sigh.

“That’s a scary thought,” you replied.  And it was.  There was no telling whether or not your son was even safe in any schools.   You hadn’t really thought about sending your son to school, yet anyways.  Your focus was raising him and keeping him safe.  As far as you were concerned, he would be home schooled.  Maybe Penelope would be willing to help out.  

As if the computer genius could hear your thoughts, your phone began to ring with her name flashing on the screen.

“Hello,” you said after pressing answer.

“Alright, muffin.  I picked up AJ’s prescriptions and set up an appointment for a follow up in a month.  He’s also set on piano lessons courtesy of a one Spencer Reid.  Oh, and birthday party is set up.  We’re ready for you,” she said.

“Jeez, Penny, you didn’t have to do all that,” you told her with a smile.

“Oh, stop.  I’m happy to.  Now get both of your cute butts over here, we’re ready!” she said.

“Alright, thanks, Penelope,” you replied with a smile.  You motioned to AJ to come to you.

“No problem!  And happy birthday, love,” she finished before hanging up the phone.

“Happy birthday, little man!” the mom next to you said to your son as he approached the bench you were sitting on.

“Mommy’s birthday,” AJ said, pointing up at you.

“Your’s as well?” she asked, smiling.

“Mine was yesterday, but we celebrate them together,” you said, standing up and picking up Aaron.  “It was nice to meet you-”

“Shelby,” she said, sticking out her hand to shake.  

“Y/N,” you replied.  “And this is Aaron Jack.”  Your son shyly waved at Shelby.

“Nice to meet you Aaron,” she replied with a smile.  “Hope to see you again,” she told you.

“You too.  Sorry about the toys,” you said sheepishly.

“Again, don’t worry about it.  My son Kale and I come here every Wednesday afternoon if Aaron would ever want to have a buddy to play with.”

“Thank you, that would actually be really nice,” you said honestly.  With the life you two had, another little boy in AJ’s life didn’t sound like a bad idea at all.  “Say bye, AJ,” you said to your son.

He waved again, letting out a tiny ‘bye’ before you walked away from your new friend.  You knew having someone his age to play with would be good for him.  JJ’s boys were always happy to play with your son, but Henry was in school and they were busy most of the time.  Kale would be a blessing.

You walked to the car with AJ on your hip.  Once he was secured in his car seat, you grinned down at him.

“Ready to see everyone?” you asked.  You’d told him about his ‘surprise’ party.  You were never really any good at keeping secrets.  AJ nodded excitedly at you, his smile sending butterflies throughout your body.  “Let’s go then.”


“Surprise!” the team shouted as you walked through the door.  You playfully gasped and looked down at AJ.

He slapped his hands onto his cheeks, opening his mouth in fake shock.  To a room full of profilers, it was obvious you gave up their secret surprise party.

“You told him, didn’t you?” Alvez asked, unable to keep a smile off his face at the sight of your son.

“Sorry, he begged to know if we were surprising him, and how can you say no to that face?” you said in a baby voice, picking AJ up.

“Hey, buddy!  Uncle Spence got you a present,” Reid said, taking him from your arms.  He walked over to the desk that was full of presents, the team, apart from JJ, in tow. 

“He’s starting to look so much more like his father,” she admitted to you.

“I know,” you said, watching AJ’s family show him his new toys.  Your heart was soaring at the sight of it.  Despite the heartbreak you’d experienced almost four years ago, there was so much happiness that came to you and so much love surrounded you and your son every day, and you were so grateful for it.

“What are you thinking about?” JJ asked you.  

“Just about how damn luck AJ and I are,” you replied, leaning into her side.  She pulled you in close for a warm hug, admiring the vision of her sons with yours.  It was a perfectly cliched moment, but it was all you ever wanted.

Emily stepped away from the group, slowly making her way towards you.  A look passed between the two agents, some kind of silent communication.  You dated a profiler for well over two years, so you knew a thing or two about reading a look.

“What?” you asked.

“What?” Emily asked back, acting nonchalant.  

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” you told her, knowing you were right.

“Tell me about the woman you met today at the park,” she said suddenly, catching you off guard.

“Excuse me?” you asked, not understanding what she meant.  “What woman?”

“Y/N, you have a protective detail on you 24/7, and it’s their job to report to me.  They told me about the woman you talked to at the park,” Emily replied.

“So?  I’m aware you keep an all too watchful eye on me and AJ at all times, but why are you suddenly interrogating me on who I happen to converse with?”  you asked, your voice raising a bit. 

“I’m just following protocol,” she tried, but you were too annoyed to listen.

“I don’t give a damn about protocol, what is this about?” you asked.  Emily looked at JJ, as if she was silently asking for help.

“We just want to know if you’re trying…” JJ started, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Trying to what?” you asked, skepticism clear in your voice.

“Strauss is worried you’re trying to contact Hotch,” Emily said.  What, you thought.

“How is me talking to a random mom at the park me trying to contact him?” you asked, vocalizing your confusion.

“Are you?” Emily asked sternly, clearly wanting a straight answer.

“No!  Of course not.  Why would she think that?” you said, still unable to understand what talking to a woman at the park meant about Aaron.  JJ looked at Emily, another strange look passing between them.  “What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s on need-to-know basis, Y/N,” Emily told you, as if that explained everything.

“It’s about Aaron?” you blurted out.  Tears began to form in your eyes.  “If it’s about him then I need to know.”

“Y/N,” JJ started, but you cut her off.

“Do you know where he is?” you asked, your heart beginning to speed up.  The agents at the present table started to quiet down, looking over at you.  You were fixing to go into hysterics, it was obvious.

“No, I don’t.” Emily said.  Her voice was strong.  She wasn’t lying.

“Then what?  Does Shelby know where he is?” you asked, recalling the mom from the park’s name.

“We figured that’s why you were talking to her,” Emily finally admitted.  You furrowed your brows, even more confused than before.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, knowing Emily was probably not going to be able to keep whatever this secret was from you any longer.  She sighed and looked at the other agents, silently telling them all to distract AJ and not listen to what she was about to say.

“Shelby Madison is the woman you talked to today.  She has a son named Kale, that’s who AJ was playing with,” she said.

“I know all this,” you replied, wanting her to spill.

“Shelby Madison is a private investigator,” she finished.  “Strauss thinks you hired her.”

“I didn’t.  I’d only met her today,” you said.

“What did she tell you at the park?  Try to remember the conversation you had with her,” Emily said, not as a friend, but as an agent.

“She asked me how old AJ was, she mentioned her son was four and about to start school,” you recited, slowly trying to remember the words she’d told you.

“What else?”

“She introduced herself as Shelby and asked to see AJ and I again.  That’s it.”

“When?”

“On Wednesdays.  She mentioned her and her son go to the park every Wednesday,” you said, realizing why Emily was asking these questions.  “I’ve never seen her before today.  AJ and I are at the park every Wednesday, too, she was lying,” you said.  “What does that mean?”

“It means someone hired her to find you,” Emily said.

Your heart sped up, your palms became increasingly sweaty.

“Someone like Scratch?” you whispered, the name feeling hot on your tongue.  It’d been two years since you said that name, and although he was out of your thoughts most nights, it was a name that still haunted you.

“No,” a voice said behind you.  The look on Emily’s face said it all.  You knew exactly who that voice belonged to.  It was a voice you hadn’t heard in three and a half years.  A voice you never thought you’d hear again.

It was the only voice in the world you ever wanted to hear, but knew you never could.

You turned to face Aaron Hotchner

“Someone like me.”

Roses

Request: Can you do a Shawn imagine based on his song Roses or Ruin?

A/N: I decided to go for writing an imagine based on the song Roses, so I hope you enjoy!

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You’ve been with your boyfriend for 2 years, and to be honest, it has been very on and off. Some days he’d treat you like the only girl in the world, but other days he would say, “I don’t think this feels right.” Or, “This is too much and it’s going nowhere.” Those were the days that you felt like crap, and would want it all to be over because the breaking of your heart was too much to deal with.

You would rant to Shawn about it constantly, and you always wondered how he managed to deal with you and listen to you all the time. He’s the sweetest person you’ve ever met, and he deserves the world.

When things were good with your boyfriend, they were really good. You’d go out on cute dates to cafes that he saw and said that they reminded him of you; to the cinema to see the film that you’ve been waiting to come out for 6 months, and that’s just the beginning of it. He made you truly happy.

But there’s always been one person who plays on your mind – Shawn. He makes you feel a certain way that you can’t describe even to yourself, and it makes you feel guilty that you don’t feel this way about your own boyfriend. You don’t know if he knows the effect he has on you, or if he has some feelings for you too; all you’re aware of is the pressing guilt that comes with being with one person and loving another. Or do you love them both?

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WHAT ARE QUEENS COMPARED TO A GODDESS?

Request by Anonymous: “I think a Steve x plus size reader would be nice”

A/N: Thanks for your impute/ request!  After writing this, I actually would like to write a fic about an underweight!reader x Bucky.  Also, I think you should listen to this song by Mary Lambert before you read. Enjoy all my beautiful readers!

Steve x plussize!reader

Word count: 2227 (way longer than I anticipated)

Summary:  When (Y/N) is feeling insecure, she stops acting like herself.  Steve always takes notice.

Warnings: self-hate, self-depreciation, angst, sad reader, fluffy ending!

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Originally posted by capsteverogers-things

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Once Upon a Time bosses tease 'satisfying' finale


The Final Battle has begun — and not everyone will make it out alive.

Ahead of Once Upon a Time‘s two-hour season finale, the Black Fairy (Jaime Murray) unleashed a curse aimed to separate Emma (Jennifer Morrison) from her loved ones. Where is everyone? Can they break this curse?

Here’s the newly released logline for the season-ender: “Henry awakens to a cursed Storybrooke and discovers Emma has been in the mental hospital, and the Black Fairy is the new mayor. Henry attempts to help Emma regain her memory while Gold tries to find out what has really happened to Belle. Meanwhile, Snow, Charming, Regina, Zelena, and Hook are trapped in a crumbling Fairy Tale Land and desperately try to figure out a way to be reunited with Emma and Henry.”

The season finale will feature guest star appearances by several familiar faces, including Jasmine (Karen David), Aladdin (Deniz Akdeniz), Tiger Lily (Sara Tomko), and Violet (Olivia Steel Falconer), among others, as well as Andrew J. West and Alison Fernandez, who are credited simply as Young Man and Little Girl. Check out our theory on that here.

Following a recent screening of the musical episode, executive producers Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz sat down with press members to answer some burning questions about the finale:

Now that the curse has hit, what’s in store for the finale?
ADAM HOROWITZ:
There’s a curse that’s coming. We’re well aware that we’ve done a curse occasionally in the past on the show, but this time we’re trying to do a little twist on it.
EDWARD KITSIS: I would say that the Final Battle and the curse are all tied in one, and the first act of the finale will make sense of what we’re doing this time.

Is there a geographic move, because they’re talking about how everyone is going to be split up?
KITSIS
: For some people, there may be a geographic move.
HOROWITZ: It’s a combo platter kind of curse. There’s a bunch of different things that happen.
KITSIS: The Black Fairy is not to be messed with. She’s got some airtight [plans].

When you approach a curse, what’s the thought process behind it? Any set rules?
HOROWITZ:
In this case, it was less about thinking of it as a curse, and thinking about it as What is the Final Battle? We had a concept for what this Final Battle would be and we kind of worked backwards from that, and that led to in this curse that you saw hinted at in the musical episode that then starts to play out in the two-hour season finale.

Will everyone make it out alive?
KITSIS:
Can’t promise you that.

Can you talk about the process of breaking the curse?
KITSIS:
I would say that how they’re going to break the curse is kind of the conundrum of the episode because the usual tricks don’t work anymore.

A big part of this musical episode was Emma not being alone when she goes into the Final Battle and we see everyone gets sucked into the curse. Will the Black Fairy be going into the Final Battle alone or will she be bringing Rumple and her people?
KITSIS: She’ll be bringing her spicy attitude and that’s all she needs.

What can you tease about Rumple’s role in the finale?
KITSIS:
I will say the Final Battle will be thematic for everybody and that Rumple, as a man who is a difficult man to love, I think he will have a very difficult choice to make again.

What is the theme?
KITSIS:
I would say the theme of the final two hours is belief.

As opposed to hope?
HOROWITZ:
Do we ever not do hope?
KITSIS: Hope and belief are all the same. They’re friends, they’re roommates.

Speaking vaguely about the finale, what are some of the characters that you’re most happy with their journey and arc from the beginning of season 1 to the end of season 6?
KITSIS:
Absolutely Emma.

What do you think she learned the most?
KITSIS:
I think she learned to trust other people, and I think that’s the hardest thing to do. When you are used to being on your own, it’s very hard to let someone in and have it be real. It’s very easy to be surface and “like” their stuff on Facebook; it’s hard to actually be the person they call, and I think that Emma has gone from somebody that slept in her car and denied she had a kid to someone who actually has found a real life, and to me, that’s the show, right there.
HOROWITZ: I agree, and I would say adding to that also Regina, who has gone through so much from where she started in the pilot to where she is now. I’d say in the season finale, there are real echoes to the pilot, and where she began, and where she and Emma began, and where they are now. It’s been a tumultuous journey for both of them as they’ve grown and changed over the years. For us — and hopefully you and the fans will agree — we think it’s a satisfying place they find themselves.

Once Upon a Time‘s two-hour finale airs Sunday at 8 p.m. ET on ABC.

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Y O U R   T U R N

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader [!]  || Genre: Smut. Just Smut. [!!]

Word Count: 2.2k

[!] Namjin Version

[!!] Sub!Reader, Dom!Seokjin, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Skype / Video Chat Sex, Overstimulation, Mutual Masturbation

Originally posted by koreanfan1

“Nice and slow, baby..” Seokjin cooes to his laptop, watching you hook your thumbs into the elastic band of your underwear. Just as you were told, you pushed the cotton slowly down your hips, eventually uncovering your glistening folds before making it down your thighs and off of your ankles altogether. A light blush dusted your cheeks as one hand came to cover yourself, the other resting against your thigh. Your embarrassment isn’t normal for your late night Skype conversations, but yet again, your submissive side rarely made an appearance either.

Seokjin can hardly keep himself from biting into his lower lip, that familiar flame of lust licking at his gut at the familiar sight of your skin. “Already so wet, sweetheart? We’ve barely gotten started.” He offers, setting his computer on his nightstand in order to give you a better view as well.

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To Cure Longing (M)

Originally posted by huang-zitao

Requested by: Anonymous (But also for my angelcake @aye-liek3)

Warnings: Smut. Mention of Dom.

You bundled the comforter tighter around your body, cheek pressed into your pillow as you stared at the glowing red numbers of the clock beside your bed. It was just after 11pm now, which meant that Hoseok and the rest of the boys were more than likely still busy practicing the routine for their latest song promotions.

For the last three days straight, Hoseok had been staying at the dorm and although you really should be used to time apart by now, you couldn’t help but miss having him next to you. You thought that getting to bed early would help, you could sleep away the time and then before you knew it, he would be back with you again. You underestimated how difficult it would be for you to fall asleep though, not when your mind was reeling with thoughts of your boyfriend. Especially when tomorrow was his birthday and you weren’t even certain if you’d get to spend the day together.

You threw the blankets off of you with a discontented sigh, rolling onto your back and staring up at the blackness that would normally be your ceiling. Your hands slid flat over the sheets, craving against all odds and reason to feel your fingertips brush against Hoseok. You missed his warmth, being able to curl tightly against him, his arms somehow just knowing to tighten around you even in the deepest of sleeps. You missed him waking you up at any hour of the night, feathery light kisses against your shoulders and arms pulling you from your sleep, followed by hushed whispers of why exactly he woke you up and how you could fix it.

You pinched the sheets between your fingers, rolling and tugging at the fabric as an overwhelming feeling of longing washed over you. You needed Hoseok and you needed him now. You rolled to your side again, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, your feet hanging off the edge of the bed. Hoseok was still in the studio, you were certain of it. Even if the rest of the boys had gone back to the dorm to rest, you knew that he would be doing his best to perfect each and every step. That gave you the perfect opportunity to leave a surprise that would be waiting for him when he did finally finish.

You bit your bottom lip as a smile stretched across your mouth, hands already tugging your camisole over your head as you stood up. With an outstretched hand, you blindly reached down in the dark, fingers stretching out until they met with the cool metal of your bedside lamp, sliding up the base to push in the switch and flood your bedroom with a dim light. With an easy push to the waistband of your sleep shorts, they fell to the floor and you stepped out of them as you made your way to the dresser that you and Hoseok shared. You knew exactly what you were looking for. You pulled open the second last drawer, and surely enough, hidden partially under a couple of t-shirts, was Hoseok’s favourite white tank top.

He wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it.

You hugged the material to your chest for a second, inhaling the faint smell of your boyfriend that for the most part was concealed with laundry soap. After you pulled the shirt over your head, you analyzed yourself in the large mirror that sat atop your dresser. It looked exactly the way you pictured it would on you. The material was thin enough that it left barely anything to the imagination–not that Hoseok really needed to imagine–and the holes for the arms were cut low enough that if you positioned yourself just the right way, you could get a good glimpse of the swell of your breasts from the side. A hand smoothed down your stomach, pulling the hem of the shirt down as low as it would go, which wasn’t even low enough to cover your butt entirely.

With quick, eager steps, you retrieved your phone from your bedside table, unlocking it and tapping the camera icon. This was the most exciting part; possibilities of different positions flashed through your mind. You wanted the best reaction possible out of your Hobi. You wanted him to know how much you missed him. You crawled onto the bed, sitting back on your haunches. With the help of the height of the mattress, you could get a full view of yourself in the large, dresser mirror. Pulling the shirt down once more and adjusting yourself, keeping your arms out of the way, you snapped a picture of yourself from the side.

It came out perfectly, the hem of the armhole stopped just before the darker colour of your nipple was exposed. You sent it to Hoseok, adding a short message of, ‘I miss you, baby.’ , followed by a heart. You weren’t expecting a rapid response, and you didn’t get one. Which was fine with you, because it gave you the opportunity to take some more pictures. Lying on your back, you held your phone above you, snapping another picture of yourself with the hem of Hobi’s shirt tucked between your thighs to keep from exposing too much too soon.

After you sent it, you were typing another message, in the middle of telling him how you couldn’t wait to see him again. The appearance of three grey dots popping up stopped your thumbs instantly, excitement pulling your mouth into a grin. The white bubble popped up, and you read his text with eager eyes;

[My Hope 11:24pm]:
What do you think you’re doing, miss?

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