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

corus-siy  asked:

Hi! I just found out about your blog today, and honestly, I was a little skeptical, seeing as I've been harassed by many people who claim to harass me for being Bisexual and NB because it's "A feminists job to..." and so on, but after looking through your content, I actually really started to like what you have to say! I just wanted to come over here to tell you that I really appreciate you and how you communicate. You seem like an amazing person and I'm glad to see your content in my newsfeed!

thank you so much!

i hardly think feminists have “jobs” or “duties” (we’re no more entitled to anything than anyone else, especially not bossing people around!) and if we did, it would be to spread awareness, not to tell anyone what to do. advise and suggest maybe, but not demand and order all I’m-shoving-my-opinion-down-your-throat-like.

i hope you continue to enjoy the content and enjoy seeing it, but if there’s ever something that bothers you just explain to me why it could be offensive or something and I’ll take it down if I see that perspective. my intention is to never hurt anyone (I hope that’s evident in the posts), and if I do, please let me know ASAP. no harassment here, and I’m sorry people ever did.

once again, thank you for your words and have a great day 💗💗

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?)

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

Some Haircut tips for trans men and/or transmasculine people!

Hello everyone, it’s mod Jay! I thought I’d share some helpful tips I’ve collected for those looking to get a more masculine-styled haircut! I’ve done plenty of trial and error myself, so these are based both on my own experiences and from anecdotes of other trans men and transmasculine people. These apply mostly for short hair. If anyone would like help finding tips for other hairstyles, don’t be afraid to reach out, I’d be glad to help!

  1. Buzzed or very very short (Furiosa-esque) hair can often have the opposite effect that people are looking for—While the cut itself is seen as masculine, it can make a more rounded, feminine face seem even more rounded and feminine. It brings more attention to the shape of your head. Of course the results will vary from person to person (I was gendered correctly (he/him) several times with this cut), but I advise to be prepared for whatever the results may be. Don’t fret, though—It will always grow back!
  2. The most common haircuts tend to be undercuts (short/buzzed on the sides and longer on the top). I find this cut to be very good for framing and squaring out the face. To really discern this style as masculine, here are some things to ask your stylist for:
    • The bottom hairline at the nape of your neck should be squared or faded, not rounded. Rounded hair tends to be more feminine, while a squared or faded hairline tends to be masculine.
    • If you wish to part your hair, ask for a permanent part. This means the stylist will edge in a line with a razor where the part in your hair should be. This part will usually separate the longer top section of your hair from the shorter side section. After I got this myself, I noticed it immediately seemed more masculine than any other hairstyle I had before.
    • Ask to have your sideburns squared off. Tapered sideburns tend to lean more feminine, where as a squared off sideburn gives more of an illusion of the separation between your hair and a beard line like many men have.
  3. As frustrating as it is, unnaturally colored hair (blue, green, purple, etc) tends to be a divisive factor between passing and not passing. Of course, go for colored hair if you so wish, I’ve personally had my fair share of the rainbow, but if passing as a guy is a major priority for you it may not be within your best interest.
These are the few tips I’ve managed to amass! I’ll certainly be looking around for more, and if anyone else has more suggestions don’t hesitate to send them in! I as well as many others would love to hear! ~Mod Jay ✌🏽
autistic in a heatwave tips!

we’re having a heatwave !! which is lovely because i love hot weather, but im bad at temperature adjustment and regulation which can be bad. i also know that lots of other autistics find hot weather sensory hell, so here r a few things that i find help:

- you dont Have to be in the sun all day. lots of people will say stuff tht makes u feel guilty about “wasting the good weather”, but they dont know how it affects u personally, so do whats best for u. if u wanna stay inside all day or never leave the shade, do it!! its better to b comfortable than anything else
- this goes doubly if u live in a place where u actually get aircon in non commercial buildings
- wear as few clothes as possible. sounds obvious, but youd be surprised at how much difference not having even one layer makes. if youre self conscious abt ur body, invest in some mesh or sheer clothing - its stylish, v thin and light, and will obscure ur form - if u r wearing clothes, wet them !! this helps So Much its my fav tip. wetting a hat or pouring water down ur shirt cools u down a load, and can help u stay cool until it all evaporates. last year i managed to be the only one to mostly avoid heatstroke when hiking by doing this. having wet trousers/shorts is sensory hell for me, so i stick to just my shirt. if u cant cope w that, keep a damp cloth on u and put it on ur skin whenever u can
- drink A Lot. if ur thirsty, ur probably already dehydrated. dehydration can lead to feeling sick, headachy, and exasperates sensory issues (i usually burn out twice as often if im dehydrated). to avoid this, drink lots of water. do u hate drinking water? yeah, me too. keeping a bottle full on u is good because its just There so u end up drinking it because its smth to do.
alternately, drink lots of juice/iced tea/soda (fizzy drinks dehydrate u a bit, but theyre better than nothing!)
if u wanna rehydrate quickly, sports drinks r the way to go bc they replace electrolytes (cheap alternative: dissolve salt n sugar into water)
- crunch on ice !! it cools u down, it hydrates u, and u can Lov The Cronch
- dont get burnt: it leads to sunburn which is Sensory Hell, can give u heat stroke, and long term skin damage. do u hate sun cream? Me Too, but its better than sunburn. instead of the gross lotiony suncreams, u can get oil based ones (p20 is the brand here, idk if its international) which tend to b more expensive, but last a full 24hrs, feel non gloopy, and dont smell as strong
- sleep w just a bed sheet as covers bc its much cooler, but u still have the feeling of smth covering u
- ur feet r the most important for temp regulation , so keep them cool most importantly
- cold showers r great but also painful so a softer alternative is room temp showers bc theyll still cool u down without freezing ur various body parts off
- mope on the floor like 24/7 it doesnt exactly cool u down but it doesnt use much energy n its perfect for that summery sluggishness. fav activity 10/10 would recommend

anyone else pls add on suggestions!!

pinesboi  asked:

Do you know of any quotes that would be good for my senior quote? I know I wanna do a TAZ one but I can't pick

Ooo, this is a good question… here’s a few of my favorites that might make good senior quotes:

“I’m a fully realized creation.” -Taako

“At the end of the day that’s all you’ve got: looking back on the joy you’ve had, and the joy you found, and the joy you gave other people.”- Merle

“Not all exits are made equal.” -Griffin

“We gotta keep moving forward towards good, and not look back at the bad.” -Magnus

“You’re going to be amazing.” -Istus

“Don’t try to manufacture my character development.” - Taako

Hope you like these! Does anyone else have some suggestions?

anonymous asked:

scene tshirt ideas: Pangur Screams in the Forbidden Hallway in the style of Munch's The Scream

this isn’t quite that

I always liked how when Pangur entered the Forbidden Hallway, her presence turned eery. she would not be in horror; she would BE the horror

JYP: So girls, it turns out that I’m going to be the one that’s going to write and produce your new song.

Twice: [Applause]

JYP: This is our first title track together so does anyone have any suggestions on what the song should be about

Momo: [Raises hand] food!

JYP: ummm thank you Momo. How about something more…meaningful

Sana: How about a love song!

JYP: There’s a start Sana. What kind kind of love song are you thinking about

Sana: It could be about this cute girl and about all the things I’d like to do with her. For example-

Jihyo: SANA NO! sorry PD-nim! She was just kidding hehe

JYP: uhh…alright. How about you Nayeon? As the oldest you probably have a lot of good ideas.

Nayeon: Yes I do! How about a song about how great I am.

JYP: A song about confidence and self-worth? I like it!

Nayeon: No, I meant a song about me, Im Nayeon. About how I’m better than everyone else

JYP: DOES ANYONE ELSE HAVE ANY BETTER SUGGESTIONS

Mina: [gently raises hand]

JYP: Ah yes! Mina! You’re always reasonable. What would you suggest?

Mina: A song about being falsely accused and betrayed by ones company.

JYP:

Outcast/Runaway Sentence Starters

Suggested by lxnked-memorxes, who wanted some outcast vampire prompts (the idea has been made slightly vaguer than the original so that others can use it too).

  • “Have you told anyone? About what/who you are?
  • “If they find out, we’re both dead.”  
  • “Maybe we’ll just, I don’t know, run away? Live in the woods? On the moon?”
  • “Shh! Hide! Someone’s coming.”
  • “I never thought I’d meet someone else just like me.”
  • “The down side is, now we’ve got to take care of each other, not just worry about ourselves.”
  • “I can’t protect you! I can’t even protect myself!”
  • “You know, if we’re seen together, we’re both going to get killed.”
  • “I’m not sure what I prefer: being killed or being thrown out into the wilderness.”
  • “If we found a way to escape, would you consider it?”
  • “Just act normal. Don’t do anything suspicious, and they’ll never know.”
  • “I’ve been hiding who I am for a long time. Trust me, you get used to it.”
  • “Do you know what they would do to me if they knew I was talking to you?”
  • “You can stay one night. But that’s it. In the morning, you better be gone.”
  • “You’re one of them. Aren’t you?”
  • “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re here. But you can’t make a scene.”
  • “How do you do it? How do you blend in to everyone around you?”
  • “I already know what you are. Now get the hell out of here before I call for them to take you away.”
  • “Please, trust me, I’m not like they say I am!”
  • “They’re looking for you.”
  • “They’re looking for people like you.”
  • “You can’t let them find me. You know what they do to people like me!”
  • “We can’t hide forever, you know.”
  • “Why are we being punished? Just for being born?”
  • “I don’t think we’re the problem. I think the problem is they don’t understand.”
  • “I can prove to you that the rumors are all lies, just give me a chance.”
  • “We’re not as horrible as they say we are.”
  • “I saw what they did to someone just like me, and I’ll be damned if it’s going to happen to me too.”
  • “I don’t care who or what you are, I still care.”

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. 

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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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.

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A/N: You can interpret this as something like your skirt billowing in the wind, a sudden gust causing your panties to flash- 
We also had several anons in the past asking about it so-
Thank u for 8k also^^ new and old followers~



Taeil:

Originally posted by 1aeil

He wouldn’t shy away from letting you know he enjoyed the view, unable to tear his gaze away. He’d be the type to applaud obnoxiously, embarrassing you.
He’d tease you about it soon after, a knowing grin gracing his lips.
“You did that on purpose didn’t you?”
“…No!”
“You don’t have to act shy about it-”
#teasing


Johnny:

Originally posted by nctaezen

A sight to see.
I think in the moment, he’d blurt suddenly.
“I can see your panties-”
He’d grin after before glancing around to see if anyone else caught the sight.
“They’re really cute~”


Taeyong:

Originally posted by neotechs

Oh, I think he’d enjoy the view for himself, but in a public setting he probably wouldn’t like it.
He’d saddle up beside you, smoothing your skirt down. He’d probably suggest the two of you go elsewhere- inside where there is no wind, or to his place-
“We should go somewhere else-”
He’d be very aware of the other people around, paranoid and glancing around to see if anyone was eyeing you. 


Yuta:

Originally posted by nakamotens

He’d make fun of you.
He honestly wouldn’t care if other people saw because he knows you’re loyal to him and no matter if others drool they can’t have you-
He’d laugh obnoxiously, pointing bemusedly. He’d only stop when you stomp in irritation, swatting his hand away and you complain to him in a hushed tone.
“Aren’t those panties kind of childish for you?”


Doyoung:

Originally posted by t-yong

This guy would be embarrassed for you.
The two of you a flustered mess as you hurriedly covered yourself and he tried to hide his grin.
He’d find the whole scenario adorable tho, to him it’d be like something out of a drama.
“Don’t make that face- Do you want to go somewhere else now that all these people have seen your purple polka-dot panties?”
“Are you making fun of me right now?”


Ten:

Originally posted by senpai-sisters

He’d laugh from the sudden flash. He’d be a bit flustered himself tho, blushing profusely as he tries to stop his giggles.
“It’s not funny!”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry! I just-”

In the future he’d bring it up all the time to tease you, telling all the boys about it and everything, everyone and their dogs would know.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by jaehoneytoast

He’d give you an endearing chuckle, lending an assisting hand to smooth down your skirt.
“Babe-”
“Why are you laughing?!”
“I love you.”

I think he’d definitely be turned on by the sight, itching to slip his hand under the hem of your skirt and give one of your cheeks a quick squeeze. He’d behave himself though, probably suggesting the two of you head back to one of your homes since you had been humiliated for the day-


WinWin:

Originally posted by 1aeyong

Um, I don’t think he’d want to say anything about it to you- If you hadn’t noticed I think he’d rather you stay oblivious than get flustered.
If there was no situation for the both of you to ignore it, he’d probably divert his gaze to seem polite. He’d try so hard to hide his little grin, probably slumping into you endearingly to let you know it was okay, not wanting you to be embarrassed.


Mark:   [He’s now in the hyung-line!]

Originally posted by nctmark

He’d probably be so embarrassed, not only himself, but for you also.
He’s a gentleman tho, so he’d divert his gaze or block his view, quickly telling you to fix your skirt.
“Hey! Uh- Um- Your skirt’s liek- Yeah…”
After, he’d be a giggling mess. He’d want to tease you about it, but his mind would also be busy etching the sight into his memory.


ROOKIES

Hansol:

Originally posted by sweetlyjoyfulmeee

He’d be embarrassed, both for you and for himself…
He’d shy away from the sight, not wanting for you to think he was a pervert.
He’d ultimately end up smiling, unable to wipe it away as his heart pounded seemingly relentlessly.
“I didn’t see anything-”

So, does anyone else ever have customers that get upset when you tell them something they don’t like? And they’ll turn around and start talking to whoever they’re with, pretending to ignore you, but talking loud enough to make sure that you can still hear them? Because I had a lady do this to me recently.

A family was wanting to buy two goldfish to put into a tiny tank that we don’t even recommend for bettas. So I explained why that wouldn’t be a good idea (they get too big, they’re really dirty, they would die etc.), and tried to suggest getting a larger tank. The whole time I was talking I could tell she wasn’t listening, and didn’t really care about the fish at all.
So then the woman got upset and turned around to start talking to her husband, but loud enough so that I would hear her and goes
“Why cant we put two goldfish in here? I don’t understand! That’s what these tanks were made for!”
So I, realizing that she was trying to be rude, turned around and looked at her and said
“I’m sorry were you talking to me? I’m hard of hearing (actually true), I couldn’t hear what you were saying.”
The woman got so flustered at me basically calling her out that she all but ran away and left the store.

So I hate to be the party-pooper here, but...

(S2, E2 Spoilers Under the Cut)

Doesn’t the postcard Max’s parent sent him along with his hoodie seem a little…suspicious to anyone else?

Don’t get me wrong, this is a great sign towards them being actual good parents by showing they have at have some knowledge as to what their son likes, but something just doesn’t seem right.

For example:

Not only is it typed instead of being signed, but “Your Parents” just seems like an odd phrase to use, especially when communicating with your child. 

In short, am I suggesting that Max somehow made this fake postcard himself, found a box to put one of his other blue hoodies in, and put it in the camp’s mail room so that he wouldn’t be questioned about his parents lack of correspondence during mail day?

Yes. And I’m so sorry.

  • 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!