and if anyone else likes it and have suggestions... :)))

i hope everyone is having a wonderful day! the admins have been discussing and we’ve noticed that activity has been slowing down lately. AND we really LOVE all of you and we’re happy you all are here so with that being said, we’re asking for all members to send us suggestions on how to improve the RP. you can send them in anonymous or not. if you choose to send them off-anon we won’t disclose any information to anyone else but anon is totally fine. we hope EVERYBODY sends in something because we’d love to hear what EVERYONE thinks and we also hope that we can meet all the wants and needs. we want everyone to enjoy themselves at risenhq!!

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Nine Months - Harry Styles Imagine

No piece of mine has never had as much interest surrounding it as this one has, so thank you for expressing your excitement to me. I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait. (Protip: if you’re reading on mobile, ditch the app and read on Safari or Chrome instead, as the app is prone to close on longer pieces of text).

This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation. 

Without further adieu, I present you with Nine Months…

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As an autistic person, PLEASE refrain from reblogging content of us where we are aggressively referred to as “pure” and “good” and similar terms.

We’re no more or less good or pure than anyone else, and implying that a developmentally disabled person is somehow pure is incredibly ableist and suggests that we aren’t capable of understanding things that are bad, complex, gritty, or dark because our minds aren’t developed enough to do so.

This is the same type of thinking that enables our abuse, because people think we don’t understand what happens to us when we really do have a conscious perception of the abuse - people who think we can’t possibly know what abuse feels like don’t believe us when we say we’ve been hurt.

It’s especially dehumanizing when attached to a video, because comments like “GOOD AND PURE” are put onto videos of cute animals, and tacking the “GOOD AND PURE” comment on inspiration porn of autistic people - and other developmentally disabled people - is treating us exactly like those animals and no, it isn’t cute at all.

Have enough empathy/sympathy/decency to curate the videos you reblog please, and if a video of autistic people is treated like a video of cute kittens keep that shit off your blog for fuck’s sake.

Humans are Weird

So, I just thought of my own humans-are-the-weird-ones thing. What if humans were the only race to develop clothing and other things that are used simply to change our appearance. The other races don’t use clothing for protection from their home environments, and use vehicles for exploring non-native environments. Armor exists, but in a non-ornamental way, and generally doesn’t do much to change appearance, or is at least non-individualized. Makeup and nail polish are unknown, though tattoos and piercings are known to be used by some cultures for ranking and identification purposes and are not used ornamentally by any race other than humans. Hairstyles are not unknown, but are all generally for practical (keep it out of the way! I need insulation! I need shade!) reasons.

At first, aliens just think that there are a lot more humans than there really are, that humans that look alike with small differences are just family members, and that humans just naturally tend to be known solely by their family name. (Like, Alien “Ralph” meets Human “Bella Tailor” one day, sees her the next day in a different outfit, and thinks that he/she is meeting a relative of the human he/she met earlier, and that their family name is “BellaTailor.”)

Humans, at first, just thought that aliens were terrible at matching faces and names… and that they were apparently all nudists, but hey, who cares? Different cultures and races and all that, you know.


“Hello, BellaTailor. My name is Ralph. I believe I met your relative the other day. How is she doing?”

“I do not have a sister, Ralph. You must be mistaken.”

“That cannot be! She looks just like you, only more… pink, I believe is the correct color-word… and has your name! You must be relatives! It would be too much of a coincidence for you to not be related!”

“Where… exactly… did you meet my ‘sister’?” 

“Oh! We were on the same shuttle together. I must admit I am surprised; I thought that there was only one human on the ship’s roster.”

“Ralph, I am the human you met there. Remember how we talked about how uncomfortable those one-race-fits-all shuttle seats are?”

“But… no… you are different colors and patterns! This is a terrible joke. I wouldn’t suggest trying it on anyone else.”

“Dude, all I did was change my clothes. It’s not like I’m a whole ‘nother person, despite what commercials and such would have you believe.”

“Clothes?”

“Right… nudist… um… let me just… show you?”

Bella precedes to take off her top (not like they’ll care, they’re nudist anyway, right? eep, here goes nothing, really hope this is okay). Ralph thinks she means that they’re a race that sheds their skin, though he’s put out and puzzled over how no one mentioned that fact to anyone. After all, shedded skins can really clutter up an area, especially at the rate she seems to shed, though it could explain a few things. Bella, frustrated, puts her top back on, takes Ralph to her quarters, and shows him her clothing (which was still mostly packed due to limited storage space). Ralph finally sort-of understands, but the idea is totally trippy and weird to him.

“What did you think I brought so much luggage for?” 

“Well, I didn’t really want to pry, and your planet is… a bit… cluttered…”

*sigh* “Dude, I can’t… I just… urgh! WHY ME?!?!?!”


After many misunderstandings the aliens are brought to understand that humans can change their appearance in many ways, practically at-will. 

Then the whole issue of “camouflage” comes up. By this point, humans have developed advanced camouflage that automatically mimics the wearer’s surroundings. The other races react in various ways. Some are rather neutral about this discovery. Others are afraid. But many desire to obtain the art and secrets of “camouflage” for themselves. The earth and humans are now at the center of a conflict that borders on war - Intergalactic war. Because we’re the only race to have actually thought of camouflage. Thankfully, the other races begin to catch on before full-blown war is unleashed, but it is a very close thing.


@howtotrainyournana @crossroadsdimension Look! I came up with one! :D YAY for tired-brain-creativity! WHOOO (don’t really feel tired now, but I should be, and I know I will be when I have to wake up in four hours. :/ why does the coffee only seem to work when you actually want/need to sleep?)

Anyway @ all these posts about Yakov going bald bc his students are so Extra™️

Like??? Where??? Do you think???? They learned it from???

I’m sorry but like it’s way too much of a coincidence that Victor “I Flew Halfway Around the World to Coach a Boy Who Once Grinded On Me At a Party” Nikiforov, Yuri “I Performed an Erotic Strip Tease on Ice for a Boy I Met Two Days Go” Plisetsky, Mila “I Deadlift People Who Annoy Me” Babicheva and Georigi “I Dedicated an Entire Skating Season to the Memory of My Shitty Ex” Popovich all just HAPPENED to have the same skating coach who incidentally spends more time with them than anyone else

Like idk but? Hiring your ex wife to coach your new protege in a thinly veiled attempt to win her back? Moving in with said ex-wife and new protege at the slightest suggestion? Agreeing to coach a rival skater on a moment’s notice for the sake of True Love? 

These do not seem like things that someone not well-versed in the ways of melodrama and histrionics would do.

Also I’m 100% sure that Yakov proposed to Lilia after seeing her dance literally once ok like that definitely happened.

Anyways Yakov teaches more than figure skating, being extra is a lifestyle and he’s the true world champ, ty ty

Tips for Nuerotypicals when a borderline they may know experiences a breakdown (edited)

• WE ARE HAVING A BREAKDOWN!!!!- Im so sick of seeing posts were people get angry with mentally ill people for this. It’s so important to understand that people cope differently some of us may need someone to talk to, a hug or if you’re like me you just need some space to recollect. This doesn’t mean we hate you it is just how some people cope.

• Making us feel guilty will not stop negative coping mechanisms but will only further push us to them as a way to seek comfort and ‘safety’.

• You cannot save us. We have an illness just like any other, please don’t become frustrated if your efforts to pull us out of this funk don’t work! (However your efforts are really appreciated) if doctors got frustrated at patients for not feeling better immediately this world would be messy af.

• Sometimes the only explanation for why I’m feeling like this is that I have emotionally unstable disorder. Not everything needs to be assessed Freud style.

• SPLITTING IS NOT A CHOICE!! YOU DONT PICK WHO YOU SPLIT ON!! please don’t be offended if we split most of the time we won’t let you know because must of us beat ourselves up for feeling this way. P.s. We may not actually be splitting because you’ve done something wrong in some cases it could be a projection of how the individual is feeling about themselves.

• If we have split and we tell you about it, please, please refrain from making us feel guilty I really can’t stress this enough!!

• Having borderline personality disorder means that our ability to maintain positive and healthy relationships is very difficult.

• Please respect the coping mechanism of a borderline. Especially borderlines that just need space, however difficult this may be understand that this is someone’s mental health rather than a way to spite you or hurt you.

• Be patient!! I assure you that once we are able
to feel back in control of these feelings we will be able to interact better.

• Do not expect an apology. You wouldn’t expect a person with a broken leg to apologise for cancelling plans due to the leg you’d almost even expect it; so please don’t expect borderlines to have to apologise for the way that they feel. ONCE AGAIN IT IS AN ILLNESS AND WILL BE TREATED AS ONE.

• Some borderlines have no empathy. For example my levels of empathy depend on how I feel at the time. Right now for example
I have no empathy. This doesn’t mean we don’t care about you or about what you’re telling us. Most of the time borderlines switch their empathy off when they have to much on their own plate.

• Most importantly, we still love and value you. And even though we may have difficulty expressing this when our mood is like this please don’t forget. We are working on it and we are trying but please be patient with us, bpd is such an exhausting disorder.

If you have bpd, feel free to add your own these are just some of things I feel like I needed to point out. I am going through a really shitty time and I thought this may help others explain to people around them what they need.
NOTE: I AM NOT IN ANYWAY SUGGESTING THAT EVERYONE WITH BPD FEELS THIS WAY. THESE ARE BASED OF MY EXPERIENCE AND ARE NOT MEANT TO INVALIDATE ANYONE ELSES

The Roommate - BTS - Jimin (Smut/ Fluff) (M)

Summary: Anon – “Hello! Can I request a Jimin smut where you both are roomates and he has the biggest crush on you (who are the innocent type) and one day he accidentally walks in on you naked? And you are embarassed bc no one has ever see you naked? And with dirty talk about how much he wanted you. Btw, I read you Yoongi smut, and if you had not said that it was your first smut I wouldn’t have believed it. I really liked it.”

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2,647

Genre: Smut/ Fluff

Warning: Contains dirty talk, swearing, supa-sexual content. Basically, tis smut. Yup.

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anonymous asked:

What If one of the fakes had a high school reunion or something like that and just took the crew and it somehow ended in a shoot out with the cops.

Let’s just be clear, it’s not a pride thing. Geoff has never cared what people said about him, not outside a professional sense anyway; he knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, even before he’d taken an entire city to its knees. So it’s not that he felt the need to prove himself, it’s just that there’s something particular about high school trauma, isn’t there? Something that lingers, even when it shouldn’t, something that emerges from even the most upstanding adults when thrown back together for a reunion, the bullies and the bullied, all desperate to show what they’ve become.

Geoff’s last high school was nothing like he’d ever been to before, a snobby upper-crust hellhole he was only in because his Ma’s third husband pulled some strings, and the other students were quick to point out just how much he didn’t belong. Between the tattoos and the smoking, the lazy looks and slow sneering drawl, it was always all too easy to label Geoff a loser, a drop out, trailer park trash everyone knew would be washing their cars one day. Never mind that he scored higher than most of his cohort even when skipping more or less every class, never mind that he is possibly the most well-read crime-lord in the country, back then he had an image and teenagers are relentless. Not that Geoff was all that phased even at the time, only a year or so away from the day he picked up his first gun and never looked back, but it’s the principal of the thing.

So when an invite forwards through from an email so old he’d forgotten he’d even made it Geoff has to laugh. Then pause, consider, hatch an utterly ridiculous idea, and laugh some more. Because he might not care, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy ruining the night for all the pathetic stuck-up nobodies he went to school with; rubbing your success in everyone’s faces is what reunions are for, after all. The fact that it has a theme, that it is masquerade of all things, really just cements Geoff’s resolve to drag his crew halfway across the country into one of the strangest nights of their lives.

Everyone knows the option to bring a guest to these events is, in reality, the offer to bring a romantic partner, singular, but it isn’t technically stated. There are no rules barring Geoff from RSVP-ing for 7, so that’s exactly what he does. Sure he receives a few increasingly less polite emails suggesting he’d been mistaken but he doesn’t even bother opening them, doesn’t try to clarify that he is bringing his friends, his family, not his entire harem. Let them talk; they’d do it anyway. Plus, it’s not like the Fake’s aren’t all entirely too pleased with the suggestion, cackling hyenas who spend the next few weeks laying it on thick, batting their eyes and blowing Geoff kisses, picking out increasingly absurd meet-cute stories to tell his scandalised classmates. Between creating new identities and playing dress up in masks and suits they couldn’t be happier.

Masks or not they catch every eye in the room when they make their entrance and why wouldn’t they; Geoff and his unusual request must have been the talk of the rumour mill and identity hidden or not clearly this must be Geoff, it’s not like anyone else brought along 6 dates. As stage whispers hit a dull roar it’s obvious no one was prepared for what they were seeing, perhaps imagined instead stained tank tops and a string of strung-out baby mama’s, not expensively tailored suits and an attractively refined entourage. Paying the noise no heed Geoff swans into the room with Jack looking elegant on one arm, Gavin at his most Ken-doll glamorous tucked under the other, flanked on either side by Ryan, Michael, Jeremy and Ray, all dressed to impress.

Shock and jealousy aren’t good looks on anyone, let alone rich brats turned elitist yuppies, so Geoff’s classmates behave just as poorly as he’d anticipated, years and newfound maturity doing nothing to stop the tittering laughter, the sneers and judgmental looks, fake pleasantry and condescending questions. But then, his crew didn’t exactly play nice with them either.

Ray and Jeremy immediately beeline to the food table and bar, respectively, and each set themselves up and settle in for the night; loud, obnoxious and tactlessly talking about everyone around them. When asked about themselves or their relationship to Geoff they’re both frustratingly vague, Jeremy chattering away without saying much at all and Ray simply staring people down until they can’t bear the tension.

Michael and Ryan set off together to explore the room but quickly separate to accommodate their vastly different methods of surveillance. Ryan skulks into the background, ducking numerous attempts to catch his interest in favour of fading into unlit corners and empty nooks, frightening the life out of anyone trying to slip away for some private time. Michael, on the other hand, seems determined to be the life of the party, cheerfully making conversation only to laugh in the face of every so-called achievement, ruffling feathers and causing major offence wherever he goes.

Gavin slinks off like a man on a mission and doesn’t come back for over an hour, offering no explanation for the absence beyond a dangerously self-satisfied smirk. His work becomes obvious soon enough anyway, once the yelling starts; Geoff’s two main high-school tormentors, mentioned only in passing stories over the years, simultaneously having huge, public, relationship-ending blow ups with each of their significant others. What are the odds? Across the hall Gavin laughs, all tinkling glass and sparkling charm, smoothly working the room like Michael’s mirror opposite.

Jack stays at Geoff’s side all night, hackles raised into something abnormally cold and unimpressed any time someone comes up to speak to them, protective instincts in full force no matter how often Geoff claims to be unaffected. He fills her in on all the worst gossip about those who approach, and as the night progresses and general unease begins to spread Jack mellows, sinking back into something sweet and mocking, somehow even more unsettling playing docile arm-candy than she was rabid guard dog.

Throughout the night the Fake AH Crew remain a key topic of every casual conversation; they might have been regardless, even this far from Los Santos no one can get enough of their scandals, but with the huge heist pulled just last week there was no way to avoid it, everyone has their two cents, their praise and condemnation. It’s too funny, the whole crew killing themselves trying not to break character, to laugh or correct or manipulate the conversation but all their self-control is well rewarded in the end.

Half the room removed their masks less than an hour into the night; too difficult to eat and talk and drink in, too vain to keep their hard earned looks covered, so it’s not at all strange when the Fake’s start to follow suit. Jeremy and Ray start it, the newest member and the one caught on camera the least often, casually dropping their masks mid-conversation. They each get a confused squint or two, a double glance, a few individuals trying to place them, remember how they’d met before, why they were so familiar.

Next came Gavin and Michael, having goaded each other out onto the dance-floor they were playing as much as they were moving to the music, laughing and grappling and generally making a bit of a scene. They snatch off each other’s masks as they play and the looks double, because alone they’re each distinctive but together, together, people have seen those faces together, somewhere they’ve seen them and so often together..

Last is Jack and Geoff, more graceful than their counterparts and moving with far more purpose they reveal their faces in the centre of the room and, like a party trick, they instantly catch the whole room’s attention. Out of context, in ones and twos where they don’t belong, the members of the FAHC could be mistaken but no one in the country would fail to recognise Ramsey and Patillo, the kingpin and his right hand, rulers of the most well-known gang in the US. And here they stand, casually mingling at a high school reunion.

In the calm before the storm the crew gravitates back towards one another, can almost see the cogs turning around them, the lightbulbs flickering on in a slow ripple spreading out across the room, disbelief and the first hint of horror swirling together as people start unconsciously reaching for their phones. As Ryan slips back out and wanders over, the last still masked, always masked, the chatter seems to crescendo then crash into something still and almost silent as a room full of entitled trust-fund babies recognise their own terror.

Finally uncovered and flanked by his family Geoff’s grin creeps across his face, slow and violent and more confirmation than anyone needed as he lets the oppressive tension sit for a long moment, arms spreading out to his sides like a magician revealing a clever trick before he breaks the silence; Surprise motherfuckers.

Guns are pulled from jackets and from there it’s all running and screaming, no honour or courage, just a stampede for the exits to the sound of cackling laughter and the occasional aimless pot-shot. The Fake’s aren’t looking for lives, not worth the hassle really, and this job certainly has no monetary reward beyond the wallets Geoff’s filthy little thieves have no doubt absconded with, but the fear in the air is delightful and even the sound of incoming sirens can’t ruin the mood. If anything it only hypes them up further, all savage grins and ramping excitement as they make for doors, reloading their weapons and pumping themselves up for a whole new police force to terrorise, Geoff’s magnificent little miscreants.

On the way out they pass a wall of yearbook photos, blown up large and captioned with names and all the old superlative awards. Ryan stumbles to a halt and snorts, snatching one off the wall and tucking it into his jacket to take back to the penthouse, though not before flashing the Lads a glance at that all too recognisable face, sending them into peals of screeching laughter as they pour out into the night. Geoffrey Fink; Least likely to succeed. 

anonymous asked:

Cameron Crowe was chosen by the Azoffs for this interview. He is long time friends with Irving and the family. This is not a typical interview. Of course Rolling Stone would accept some lack of control when it's Harry and they have had horrible press this year. Any time they get Cameron to write for them, it is considered special.

You… really don’t understand how being the editor of an incredibly influential magazine like Rolling Stone works. 

Firstly, regardless of how influential the Azoffs are, the editor of Rolling Stone is the one who makes the decision to have an interview with Harry, not anyone else. 

Irving Azoff himself could very well have made a photo call to the editor saying “you know Harry is about to be hot-shit, you’d be an idiot to miss the opportunity to give him a cover interview” and that might be true, but the editor of Rolling Stone is the one to decide to put him on the cover, not anyone else. 

The Azoffs might have suggested that Cameron Crowe (who by the way, was a staff writer for Rolling Stone for years, and still regularly does their features) might have been the best fit to interview Harry, over any of the other writers there, but the editor of Rolling Stone made the actual decision to book Cameron Crowe for the piece, not anyone else. 

Harry might have been coached, and answered carefully and hedged his responses, he might have had Jeff literally there with him at all times, occassionally jumping in to field questions, but Cameron Crowe is the one who took Harry’s answers and wrote up his interpretation of what he thought Harry meant, and even though he might have written it with an intentionally favourable slant, as a personal favour to his friends, the Azoffs, the editor of Rolling Stone is the one who has final editorial decision on the piece, and they can and would have asked for any specific angles and changes they wanted.

Rolling Stone Magazine doesn’t need Harry, but Harry needs Rolling Stone Magazine, so all the straight, indie-cred, 30-something-guys who take themselves too seriously think “maybe I’ll check out this kid’s music” and end up falling in love with it and him too. Rolling Stone and that interview is going to be part of the reason that Harry’s solo career will be hot-shit, because fame doesn’t exist in a bubble without media.

Sorry, but some people have got to stop acting like Harry is the centre of the universe that all media and press revolves around - regardless of his talent and his connections, they still have to play by the rules. The rules might get slightly tweaked in their favour, but they’re still playing the game, not calling the shots. It’s naive to think otherwise.

Okay but Nicky is such a fascinating character

Like honest-to-God one of the most amazing to me

Because everyone likes to treat him as comic relief and such? Which I mean you’re not wrong he is a spot of sunshine in this mess of a family

But think about teenage Nicky, coming so very close to the edge and traveling halfway across the world just to be pulled back

Nicky who has finally come to terms with his sexuality, managed his depression, is happy with a fiancee and a future

Who decides, on the spur of the moment, to drop all of that to come back and look after the twins

There’s nothing to suggest he and Aaron were ever close

He doesn’t even know Andrew

Its not even like they don’t have anyone else, his parents COULD take them in, and he’s practically a kid himself no one could be expecting him to take responsibility for a pair of traumatized teenagers

But he wants to protect these two boys, even though he’s just a little older than they are, even though it means putting his own life on hold

He leaves his fiancee and his world that HE made for himself and HE fought for, fought back from the edge for

To come back to the place that almost killed him, to work stupid waiting and bartending jobs, just so he can take care of his cousins who seem like they couldn’t care less

And he never reacts. He never guilts them or acts as though they owe him something. Andrew attacks him on a regular basis and Aaron treats him like he’s some stupid pet and he still stays and fights for them

Yes Nicky is funny and light and a spot of sunshine in this mess of a family

But he is also so good and loyal and selfless and has so much more /depth/ than you would think

And I just. I need more people talking about this please.

Hey guys, my Conspiracy crew, can you do something for me? For yourselves? For literally everyone on this site? Please don’t fight with strangers on the Internet. After all these years I still don’t understand why we’re doing this. There are SO many people on this site that don’t like what we have to say and you know what? That’s perfectly fine. Don’t fight them. Don’t call them names. And you know what else? Don’t stick up for yourselves when they do it to you. Yeah. I’m suggesting you take it.

Everyone on this site is trying to have fun. I get dragged all the time but I’ve never once, not once in a year on this site, engaged someone who vehemently disagreed with me. Anyone can check my blog, you’ll never find an example of me 1) attaching myself to other’s posts to disrespect them 2) publishing hateful anons 3) Calling anyone names 4) giving the microphone to people who don’t like me. It’s not hard.

I once lost 40 followers in one day a few months ago because I stuck up for a Sheriarty blog who, I believed, made a good point. And you know what? Good. I didn’t want those people on my blog anyways.

People are going to attack you all day long. Stay in your own lane. Use the appropriate tags. Don’t take everything personally. We’re here to have fun. How can you possibly have fun arguing with strangers about a TV show? Block who you need to. Avoid certain tags.

People are going to read your blog. They decide if they like what you have to say or if they don’t. The choice is always theirs. No need to assert your ideas to people who don’t agree with you or don’t like what you have to say. Those who want to listen, they will stay. And, honestly, most of those bloggers you don’t like will leave you alone if you leave them alone.

You don’t have to listen to anything i just said, if you don’t want to. This is just a suggestion. But I’m having a great time on this site because I get back what I put in.

  • Chaeyoung: Guys I need help, I don't know what to get Mina for her birthday.
  • Nayeon: You've come to the right place, if there's one thing Im Nayeon excels at, it's gift giving.
  • Dahyun: For my birthday last year you gave me dish soap
  • Nayeon: That wasn't a gift, I was reminding you to do your chores. Anyway Chaeyoung, what kind of response do you want from Mina. Surprise? Joy? Fondness?
  • Chaeyoung: Actually I kind of want to get her something that will make her [lowers her voice] fall in love with me
  • Jeongyeon: Oh honey...
  • Nayeon: Well, I have no clue. Everyone already loves me, I don't need to give them gifts for that. Does anyone else have any ideas?
  • Momo: Mina likes dancing, you could take her dancing
  • Jeongyeon: Momo we're suggesting birthday present ideas, not ideas for a date
  • Momo: Oh, ok then. Just ask her on a date
  • Sana: You know what's really romantic? Ice skating. Mina would look so cute in the snow
  • Chaeyoung: I'm not gonna ask her out guys. I'm barely at the stage where I can talk to her without stuttering.
  • Tzuyu: Dude why are you trying so hard? Just put some money in a birthday card and be done with it
  • Chaeyoung: You guys are useless.
  • Jihyo: [Putting her book down] Alright Chae, you want to win Mina over? Here's what you do. I want you to think of something that Mina is passionate about, something she cares about. What's the first thing that comes into your mind?
  • Chaeyoung: Anime?
  • Sana: [Clapping her hands together] That's it! You get matching YuruYuri roleplay outfits for you and Mina.
  • Jihyo: SANA!
The Ship That Never Was

(( Moved from an ask ))

@flowey-answers​:

I have no idea why someone would ship me with you over literally anyone else.

((aaa thank you! I hope this isn’t imposing or anything I just like replying to replies that add stuff with more stuff.))


The Chiam Baby

So. Louis and Harry have effectively taken all attention from the Chiam baby announcement today, but I wanted to make a couple of things clear because I expect some OTT fame [seeking] Sunday from the new mom which may result in some asks that I want to head off now:

1.  I still don’t 100% believe that Liam is really the father, but he has said that he is in enough words, so I’m going to roll with that until he says differently. 

2.  I also do not believe that Chiam is or ever was a real relationship, and I’m probably not going to ever treat it like one.

3.  I don’t like Cheryl and while I hope she and the baby are healthy and well taken care of, I have no interest in either of them and except for occasionally making fun of Cheryl’s thirst for fame, I intend to ignore both of them and focus on Liam and his career, here and on my main blog.

4.  Accepting Liam’s word on this situation is not being a hypocrite as some folks have suggested, it’s self preservation. 

5.  I will not now or nor will I ever on my blogs say a single word against Ziams or anyone else that refuses to accept that this child is his. THAT, my Larrie friends, would be blatant hypocrisy. But I reserve the future right to disagree politely. 

And that’s essentially all I have to say about that.

Daddy Devil  { Dominance }

<– [Prologue] | [Submission] –>

Words: 5,630

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Warnings: Daddy kink, bondage, bdsm, etc.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh

Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~

In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3


You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn down the strange offers, and had finally managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.

Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes, but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are allowed to travel freely…for the most part.

Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.

Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples between your fingers.

Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful as he stakes his claim, making you his.

“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked, and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.

One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.

Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your opening, coating yourself in your wetness.

However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man sitting there, smirk on his face.

And not just any man…its Jungkook.

“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.

“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that he can tell how red your face has turned.

For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone. It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and if you’d ever known him at all.

“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.

But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing at him.

“Why are you here?”

Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many questions.”

Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted chest.

“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.

His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to stop spinning.

“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from your apartment window.

“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.

“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you match his gaze, eyes ablaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper, not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god. “Put me down this instant!”

“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away from him.

“Wai–!”

Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the fading city below.

Jungkook!” you scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled with undeniable hunger.

“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I can’t lay my claim.”

You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?

“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on, Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs to see what it is I’ve got going on.”

Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”

“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”

Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance, his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.

“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my domain, I promise I’ll show just how wrong you are…”

You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to imagine—but more importantly…

“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where the fuck are you taking me?”

“To your daddy devil.”

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Always Pt. 2: Run (M)

Trailer | Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

While Jungkook is away, you make a new friend…

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: Killer!Jungkook, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5,764

Content/Warnings: Smut, but nothing too graphic, drinking, lots of crying

Summary: 

You would die for him, kill for him, and everything in between.

He was as much a part of you as yourself. 

You didn’t want anyone else. 

It was always Jungkook.

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Cleansing Spell

My space was feeling super negative a gunky so I decided to do a cleansing spell. This is what I did if anyone else wants to try it!

Here’s what my altar looked like:

(stones from left to right: smoky quartz, quartz point, onyx, quartz point, black tourmaline)

What You’ll Need:

  • black candle
  • smoky quartz
  • onyx
  • black tourmaline 
  • 2 quartz points

Other Things I Used:

  • pentacle altar piece
  • pentacle necklace

Set up your altar as you want. It doesn’t have to be exactly as above, but I would suggest alternating the quartz points with the black stones.

As you light your candle, think about your intent to cleanse your space. Say the following either aloud or in your head:

“I cleanse this house,
this room, this space,
of all evil and negative energies.”

Leave your candle burning for as long as you wish. make sure to keep it in a safe area.

When you are ready to end the spell, blow out the candle with the intent of casting away all negativity with your breath.

anonymous asked:

hi! i'm not jewish, but i do check this blog to read more about antisemitism and how i can help. i'm a writer, and i really want to include a few jewish characters in my stories, but i have no idea how judaism works. do you guys have any resources/opinions/info that might be helpful to me? i'm just looking to present an undeniably jewish POV, but the story doesn't center on the character being jewish. if this is antisemitic in any way, please inform me!

I’d say for basics of Judaism, myjewishlearning is a good website to read with some easy to read but well constructed articles. If you want to go deeper, I strongly recommend reading “Jewish Literacy” by Rabbi Joseph Telushkin. 

As far as writing Jews themselves, I strongly suggest that you do the following…

1. Follow Jewish blogs on tumblr, not just Jewish-THEMED blogs, but blogs by actual Jews based on their actual lives. Understand that at our core we are people just like anyone else. We have our specific religion and culture, but we also do things everyone else does. We balance it VERY differently between our communities. 

2. Read books by Jewish authors with Jewish characters. They don’t have to be books ABOUT Judaism. Just books from Jewish voices about Jewish lives. And get a diversity of them. Read books by Jewish men and women. Read books written by Jews from different continents. Read books by those born Jewish and those who have chosen to become Jewish. Learn what is universal and specific about Jewish experience.

3. Follow Jewish news sources and read Jewish journalists.