and thinks i should take it down

Ravenclaw: I’m really dizzy, I can’t see straight, and when I walk I feel like I’ll fall over.

Hufflepuff: Maybe you should sit down for a minute.

Ravenclaw: … no, I think I’m going to not drink any water for 8 hours straight, run around trying to clean things up, and then to top it off, I’m going to drive in the dark in a car that has its windows frosted over.

Hufflepuff: How are you still alive?

Ravenclaw: A question I ask myself every day.

I hate the idea

I hate the idea of Noctis walking to the throne and Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto allowing him to do it.

It hits me because… this game, for saying it is about hope, is not about hope. It’s about sacrifice. 

I was talking with @demishock and we were talking about what we think should have happened. I really think I am going to end up writing the story where Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto only let Noctis walk up those stairs because they know…

Once the dawn rises, they’re going to go through hell and back to save their friend.

No “worn out and tired, accepting destiny.”

Fuck that.

I imagine them cleaning the blood from their weapons and walking into the Citadel. They manage to get to the Throne Room, and they take down Noctis’s body. He’s still warm and he could be almost mistaken for sleeping.

They bring him down to the first floor, and Ignis tells the others that he believes he knows how to save Noctis—

And this begins a climb up the Citadel. I imagine it is 113 floors of hell on Eos. They carry Noctis up the stairs, fight the daemons, and fight the Kings and Queens that have taken Noctis’s soul.

Every 10 flights, they meet one of the Armiger Kings and Queens. They fight their own demons. Their own insecurities. Their own fears. All for Noctis.

They won’t fail him.

They won’t.

They refuse to let Noctis die. 

He deserves to see the dawn

Turn The Lights Down - Tyler Seguin #7

Originally posted by puckinginsane

about/request: a imagine where you and tyler seguin have this thing going on, and you don’t know what it is. like it’s on the borderline between lovers and just friends. you really want to be with him but he doesn’t because he doesn’t want to commit and he probably can’t commit to you. and so you guys both have this silent agreement that you guys are going to end what ever you guys are at the end of the team party because that’s the only way it would save the both of you from heartbreak.

warnings: mentioned of drinking and is like really sad???

authors note: GUYS LOOK I WROTE AN IMAGINE AGAIN!! anyway i don’t know what this is, just take it. let me know what you think. requests should be open again soon. 

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  • Ron: (walking into Harry's room carrying a tray) Hey guys, I've brought you some tea and sna-OH MY GIDDY AUNT!
  • Harry: RON- WHAT THE-?!
  • Draco: Well, this is awkward...
  • Ron: (turning around and closing his eyes) Guys- I am so sorry- I should have knocked...
  • Harry: YOU THINK?!
  • Draco: Whoa- calm down, hun- Ron didn't mean to interrupt.
  • Ron: Thanks, Draco- sorry if I spoiled you guys' fun, by the way...
  • Draco: It's no problem. Harry takes a while to get going anywa-
  • Ron: Does he usually get this tetchy when he gets interrupted?
  • Draco: Oh, like you wouldn't believe... One time, we got interrupted by my mother, and he ended up biting on my-
  • Harry: RON- GET OUT NOW!

Well good damn is A Series of Unfortunate Events FULLY INCREDIBLE.

I was not adequately prepared for this deepening and structurally ambitious central mystery and let me tell you: I loved it. My morbid formalist joke of a children’s series got so morally complex, and I was really really in a perpetual state of startled awe about it!!

I’m struggling to come up with specific things to comment on that won’t spoil the treasures in store for someone who hasn’t read these book yet, but here’s one: while in terms of ethical philosophy this series is mad nuanced and that was fabulous, I adored how there are aaalways these little things on which characters will take a hilariously hard line. I’m thinking about the time Klaus informs someone wearing a suit with a second-rate poet on it that they should be ashamed of themselves, or the Lemony line “I once threw myself down a flight of stairs rather than face even one moment with a milliner.” It’s the same sort of satisfaction I get from reading certain Mallory Ortberg Essays of Opinion.

Anyhow, I think a charming thing would be to cook your way through these books, as it turned out that the puttanesca-based plot point in The Bad Beginning was only the start of a series-long fixation on the culinary arts, which I of course loved. Alternatively/additionally: a Series of Unfortunate Events Book Club, in which you read every book referenced IN A Series of Unfortunate Events.

God this was good.

Plundersail Title Screen!

The Pirate ship-building game, Plundersail is well and truly up to its final stretch of production, the game is almost complete, and we’re now knuckling down and dotting t’s and crossing our i’s!

A small Work in Progress for Plundersail’s title screen, let me know what you think?

We originally wanted an interactive ship scene where the player would take control of a large ship, but thought we should go with something a bit more modest! 

More Soon!

nerdmorgan  asked:

♫ 8D

I think I’m stuck in a moment in time
I hope my place saver’s holding the line
I know what I know I don’t know if I lied
I know what I know I don’t know if I died

Sippin’ on the side is where you’ll find me (find me)
You can take a trip you know where I’ll be (I’ll be)
Just hop on a cloud it ain’t too far
There’s no coming down from where we are

I know what you’re thinking
No need to worry you just gotta let it sink in
2AM’s a little late to start drinking
It’s time to be warriors of the weekend
I know what you been thinking

You keep doing what you’re doing cause its working
You haven’t told me how you feel I overheard it
So you should come on over
We’ll start getting closer
I know were not supposed to
But I can’t say no.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask why you hate the Targaryens? There were definitely horrible people within the family, but I think there were more good than bad. And maybe more having a lack of agency and or courage, than madness or evil as seen with a few specific Kings and Queens. So I guess, I’m interested in knowing where the hatred stems from, and is it based from just watching the show?

If you watch the show, you should already know the answer to this. I don’t read the books though. :(

Rhaegar = Trash. Even if he didn’t kidnap and rape Lyanna, he abandoned Elia and his previous children to be with her so taking away the rape part waters down his shitty scale just a little.

Aerys = Must I even say? Lol.

like Daenerys, but as I said, you’ll rarely see me arguing down her slander. Dany’s past is filled with contradictions and things that taints her character tremendously. (For example, her leaving Daario with absolutely no regret and using him as a dildo. If it were a man doing this to a woman, there’d be a riot.) Her inability to listen also drives me fucking nuts. She acts off of impulse and gets upset when things doesn’t go her way. Love Dany, but its not difficult to see why people don’t like her. She better not pull any shit with Jon either.

The stories with the Targaryens abusing their power with their dragons too is why I don’t understand why Dany can’t see why they were locked away. She knows why. The Targs as a whole is just garbage.

House Stark all the way!

tbh i want a scene in s5 where lance is battling in red - and like they havent formed voltron yet - and then all of a sudden red just..shuts down?? the cockpit goes dark and he no longer has control and hes just ???? kinda panicking a little. a lot when red turns around and starts flying away from the battle. everyones like lance wtf r u doing and even tho hes freaking out he just explains and tells them to keep fighting bc hes gonna try to deal with this but no matter what he does he cant get red to respond to him and they just keep getting farther and farther away. 

and red takes him to remnants of another battle. spaceship shrapnel littered amongst the stars. red pushes her way through it, opens her mouth, and swallows up a small, dark figure. 

and lances eyes widen bc theres literally one person that could be. he rushes from the cockpit and finds a bloodied, unconscious keith. and its probably a bad idea, considering how injured keith is, but lance desperately tries to shake him awake. calling his name until keith groans and his eyes flutter open and he croaks…”lance?”

lance laughs in relief. and he begins to ramble abt how i thought i lost u there for a sec and i never thought i’d be so glad to hear u say my name and then explains how red took him here and he helps keith into the cockpit and keith leans heavily against him, fighting to stay conscious

the cockpit lights back up when they enter it. and lance almost thinks that its responding to keith but he can feel red all around him, feel their connection, and its like red is saying her job is done now. its up to him again. so he settles keith down and tries to patch him up the best he can but theres not much he can do. so he straightens and scratches his neck nervously bc what now? “where should i take u?” he asks. where is the bom? why did they just leave him?

and keith replies, voice heavy and eyes heavier, “the castle.” 

“what?” bc lance was sure that keith would be adamant abt getting back to the blades. to his mission. bc thats just keith. 

but keith looks at him and, slipping back into unconsciousness, he says, “take me home”

Lucas Sinclair S2 Appreciation Post
  • Is the only one who actually works to get money for Dragon’s Lair
  • Fact: has the best poses when the boys are getting their pictures taken in their ghostbuster costumes
  • Calls out Mike for assuming he should be Winston because he’s black
  • “TooOOotALY toooobuuularrRRR”
  • When Dustin thinks he’s discovered a new species, Lucas’s first instinct is to show Mr. Clarke + when Will thinks it may be from the upside down Lucas suggests they take D’art to Hopper = the only sensible child in this show. Don’t be afraid to ask for help kids!!!
  • THE ICONIC DOOR KICK !!!!!!! !!!!!!1111!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Somehow makes jumping out of a dumpster look cool
  • Oh man, Caleb McLaughlin’s acting when he asks Max “how do you know about El?”
  • In that one line he conveys how much Lucas: 1. misses El, 2. cares about El, 3. wants to protect El, 4. is sad that El’s gone, and 5. feels guilty for not saving El. (asdjskafsdfh am I reading too much into this?? I’m sorry his friendship with El is just A Lot™ for me.)
  • Goes to his dad for love advice (seriously the only one that has any faith in adults) and listens to him (thank god there’s at least one healthy biological father-son relationship on this show)
  • After he tells Max about Eleven, he says, it feels “like yesterday” that they lost her. (Seriously FIGHT ME if you think El disappearing didn’t affect Lucas (or Dustin!))
  • Is such a good listener when talking to Max on the roof of the bus. He lets her pause as long as she needs to when she’s thinking about what she wants to say and when she finishes speaking, he doesn’t say anything right away because he’s processing what she said and wants to give a thoughtful, comforting response instead of saying the first thing that comes to mind.
  • Binoculars
  • Bandana
  • Wrist rocket
  • Most characters are lucky to get one (1) iconic accessory. This boy has THREE.
  • He also puts the black paint gunk stuff (i dont fucking know what it’s called ok??) under his eyes because when he’s gearing up to fight upside down monsters he commits to the Look™.
  • Anyone who kicks Billy Hargrove in the balls is a hero to me
  • Doesn’t let anyone talk shit about his girlfriend’s driving skills. Mike: she’s only driven in a parking lot. Lucas: “That counts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!11!!!”
  • Practices asking Max to dance. so. many. times.
  • Still manages to fuck it up. #RelatableAF.
  • His hesitation to put his hands on Max’s waist. Someone help this boy, he’s so nervous.
  • His face after Max kisses him is so precious. I can’t even describe it. Gifs don’t do it justice. Just go back and watch the whole snow ball scene again, you know you want to anyway.
  • In conclusion, Lucas Sinclair continued to be a icon in season 2 and idk how anyone couldn’t love him.
movies [ steve x reader ]

premise: (name) is dustin’s sister and they decide to watch movies all night. what (name) doesn’t know is that dustin invited steve, too

a/n: this was supposed to be shorter, like to paragraphs short, but…
also, requested by:  Hey I loved your Steve x Reader where reader is Dustin’s sister’s fic. Can you do more of it please? ( @queeeenofscots​ ) / can you plz do more dustinssister!reader x steve imagines??? thanks ily <3 (anon)

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A family night. Well, more of a sibling night. Mom is out of town with a couple of friends of hers (Mews death had really taken a toll on her). You and Dustin are left to your own devices, which means movie marathons and junk food all night. Falling asleep is also a no go because you swore to draw on his face with a sharpie if he even closed his eyes for a second. The same goes for you, of course. Granted, for being seventeen you sure can be childish sometimes. But you can’t really blame yourself for that, or wanting to spend more time with your brother. The two of you had always been close, but you drifted away when you grew into a real teen. Naturally the Demogorgon business brought you two together pretty quickly and neither of you intend to lose touch again.

Dustin picks between a few horror movies you had rented earlier that day as you heat up the popcorn, “Hey, (Name), how do you feel about Halloween?” Dustin asks from the couch.

You make a face, “Not good.”

“Perfect. We’re watching this one.”

You surpass the urge to roll your eyes and you grin and take the KFC you ordered out of those meek paper bags. As you turn off the lights in the kitchen, with one hand holding plates and the other grasping a big bottle of soda, you move into the living room as Dustin sets up the movie, “Just try not to scream.” Dustin says, fiddling with the VCR.

“Pretty sure you’ll be the one that’s screaming.”

The doorbell rings and makes a shiver shoot up your spine.  Instinctively you look at the looming front entrance and the dark night pooling behind it. You glance at Dustin but he doesn’t even look your way, mumbling something about ‘Stupid fucking movie why don’t you work?!’ so you set down the food and slowly make your way to the door. Right, maybe turning off all of the lamps so only the TV screen lights up the room with its ghostly bleak light and that weird scratching noise wasn’t the best idea. But it’s not like a Demo-dog can ring a doorbell, right?…Right?

Scolding yourself for being paranoid, you swiftly unlock the door and with a deep breath open it fully. The cool air pinches your cheeks red as you meet eyes with deep brown ones. Something clicks in your mind and you can’t help but grin at the visitor, recalling all those moments he had pulled you away from the mission just to talk or be close to you. Steve Harrington stands on your porch with a lazy smile on his lips and his hands shoved into his pockets. You make a mental note to thank Dustin later, because you sure as hell didn’t invite your crush over.

“…I was told there will be KFC.” Steve states.

“Who gave away this information?” You wonder, stepping aside to let him in. With a light shrug he enters and beelines for the couch.

“Hey, Dustin!—And I never reveal my sources, (Name).”

Soon you all squeezed on the small couch. Dustin in one end, you in the middle, and Steve in the other. After fighting over the popcorn and the abundance of puns Steve kept saying, a hush fell over your small group as the movie started. You were immediately sucked in and a bit terrified. You never could handle scary movies. And now that you literally had the opportunity to live out a real life scary movie with the Demo-dog business, you still find scary movies, well, scary. You pull the warm blanket closer to your lips as you are ready to hide behind it at any given moment.

Steve notices your terrified expression, and on a different occasion he wouldn’t find it as cute as he does now. You lean into him a bit when Michael Myers shows up. Something swells in his chest, something light and fuzzy and he can’t help but smile a little. For a full minute he ponders should he do the old ’yawn-put-my-hand-around-her-shoulders’ shtick. He conducts that would be pretty stupid and awkward so he just pretends to shift in his seat and drapes his arm over your shoulders anyway. You look at him. He pretends that nothing happened and gives you a playful glance.

Half-way through the movie you grew comfortable enough to rest your head on his chest. Steve’s fingers played patters on your skin, played with your hair almost subconsciously, but his eyes never once left the screen. When the clock struck 1 o’clock and the screen cut to black – the movie was finally over and you can take a breather, - you and Steve had to surpass a laugh at Dustin’s snoring. In hushed murmurs the two of you moved and Steve took up the job of picking Dustin up and bringing him to his room. With the blanket wrapped around your shoulders you waited him to return, and honestly, nearly swooned at how domestic he is.

Once he returns he shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around, almost as if trying to think of an excuse to stay. In lazy steps he approaches you and you have to bite down a smile, “I should…probably go now.” He says slowly, testing the waters. You flick your brows upwards.

“You sure?” You ask, “There are two more movies left.”

“You know, I always considered myself a patron of the arts so yeah, I say I could stay. With you. T-To watch the movies. If you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t. Trust me, I don’t.”

Steve makes quick work of setting up the VCR as you find a good spot on the couch. You fluff the pillows and can hardly contain the excitements that’s practically radiating from you. Now there’s way more space to move around, but he sits close to you and you throw your blanket on the both of you to keep warm, if that is even needed. Honestly, you just want to share something with him. Be as close as you can possibly be without going overboard with your feelings. You have a small hint that he may feel the same way, but then again, you don’t want to ruin this – whatever this is you have with him – by tuning all mushy and sappy and kissy. Not that turning kissy would be a bad thing, now that you really consider it.

The movie starts in bright flashes and loud sounds and you frown softly. You feel Steve’s arm drape over your shoulders again and you turn your head to him. A kaleidoscope of colors shine on his face – it almost appears mesmerizing – as the thought of the two of you being completely alone finally sinks in. A spark lights up your chest and fuels your whole body with the need to kiss him. Your gaze roams from his eyes to his lips and back, an action he notices and smirks at, as you lean in ever so slightly and asks, “…Patron of the arts? Really?”

“I lied.” He grins, “Sorry.” He murmurs, leaning in and capturing your lips in a long overdue kiss.


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anonymous asked:

you „stan“ a manipulative, white supremacist, barely talented, unbelievably rich cow with terrible hair and godawful dance moves. there are so many other great artists, that make music with actual value and finesse, maybe consider „stanning“ someone like that for a change instead of some odd persona a record label is spoonfeeding you : )

*clears throat*

Dear anon, before starting throwing shade at us and Taylor herself, I think that you should check your sources and “facts” first, sit down and read this.

If this person is, I quote, “manipulative” and “a white supremacist”, then I would very much like to take a look at your sources and proof so that we can discuss about it although I have a feeling that most of your “proof” comes from teen magazines or from unreliable sources. I don’t know if you have looked up the definition of white supremacy before, but I will give it to you now: “White supremacy is a racist ideology based upon the belief that white people are superior in many ways to people of other races and that therefore white people should be dominant over other races.” Now, I don’t know how you can qualify Taylor as a white supremacist when she has many friends such as Uzo Aduba (with whom she performed at the 1989 World Tour) and Todrick Hall (who is also starring in her Look What You Made Me Do music video). Moving on, you may call her what you want and you may use terms such as “manipulative” or “unbelievably rich”, but here are some facts about her that you might have skipped:

• she might be rich, but she doesn’t keep the money to herself. In 2015, during Christmas, or as we like to call it, Swiftmas, she sent packages full of gifts to fans around the world. One of these fans was missing a certain amount of money for college, and since Taylor was aware of that, she sent her $1,989 including a lot of other gifts (I used this as a source because I couldn’t find the Tumblr post but y’all can help me later when I post this) (x)

• she has donated an endless amount of money to fans with illnesses, to organizations, visited them at hospitals, and even wrote an eponymous song called “Ronan” for a 4-year old that passed away because of cancer (just google the name of the song and “taylor swift hospital” and you’ll see)

• she gave a certain amount of money and dropped at a hotel a fan who had missed her bus after her concert

• she invites fans TO HER HOME and tells us secrets, bakes for us, stalks us on social media, knows more things about us than ourselves, and is genuinely happy to see us, AND SHE GIVES US THE BIGGEST AND BEST HUG OF OUR LIVES AND SHE DOESN’T LET YOU GO UNTIL YOU LET GO and the conversation between you two flows perfectly because it feels like you’re talking to your long-lost sister and you have so much to talk about (and I and other secret sessioners are the source for this and if you have any questions or you’re don’t believe us you are free to ask politely)

• if you take a look closer, all Taylor never even once ever started the drama. Don’t you think that it’s odd that people keep throwing shade at her for no valid reason when they could actually throw shade at Donald Trump because all he can say is “tremendous”?

• she knows so many things about us it’s insane. She likes our posts daily and interacts with us, even with some emojis, because she knows that it could make a person’s day, week, month, year, or maybe even your entire life. At award shows or any other public event, she doesn’t miss on the opportunity and surprises fans. Do you know any other celebrity who loves their fans so much that they travel to the other side of the world for them, help them financially, send them gifts, spends HOURS with them on social media and tries to meet as many of us as possible?

• she recently met a girl at a secret session who had possibly a miscarriage, and not only did Taylor make her laugh and made her feel better, but the next day, she received an e-mail from Taylor’s team with a specialized doctor’s address. When she asked how much she had to pay them, they replied that everything had already been covered (x)

I would have written more about this but unfortunately I’m running out of time, so I will let our TS defense squad to keep giving you reliable information.

I would like to formally announce you that whatever you may have heard about her is absolutely absurd, no matter where you found the information, or whether you think it’s true.

Also, her hair is so beautiful and I will defeat you if you dare to fight me on this, and who cares about her dance moves?????? Because if your definition of a good artist includes having nice hair and good dance moves then I think that we have a very different illustration of what talent is. I really think that you should listen to her album “Red” and then I’d like to see if you can write such lyrics and if you can represent feelings through instrumentals. You probably have no idea that she has been rewarded so many times throughout her career because of her talent, and she is one of the most awarded celebrities nowadays, yet she is only 27.

I would like to finish this before I go in class with a clarification. You see, I chose Taylor not only for her music, but also for who she is. She has been there for me when I most needed her, and she never failed to bring a smile to my lips in my darkest times. You have here an entire fandom that would agree with me and would gladly tell you specific reasons why everything she does is important to us and why she is so special. Because Taylor isn’t only a celebrity. She’s the person we’ve looked up to in the past few years. She’s our Aunt Becky. She’s our life savior, for many. She’s our ray of sunshine. But most importantly, she’s our best friend. And we have a relationship based on trust, love, and respect, and in all honesty, I think that it’s beautiful.

Bruise [ IX ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 6k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by loverkoreanasian

Red was the color that painted your skin through the sleepless night alone. Your eyes grew red from the endless stream of frustrated tears that dripped down your temples. Your cheeks changed hue from rawness, the sleeves of your sweater scratching away at them until they near bled. Your phone battery drained to zero, red painting the icon when you stared at it, debating calling him so his voice could fade your consciousness. Your lips drew too much blood to the surface when you bit down on them to stop another sigh from slipping out, desperate for it to all stop. Desperate for everything to be a dream you could wake up from rather than something you had to deal with when the sun rose back up into the sky.

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Alex, if you want to know how she is, you should just call her. You should call Izzie. No. No, it’s okay. No. I mean, I-I-I don’t need to call her. I know how she is. I mean, she’s, uh she’s married with three kids, and she lives somewhere, I think, uh, kind of woodsy? And she’s a surgeon and she goes to work every day, so she refuses to hire help, so her house is always a mess. And it has Christmas decorations all over it because she won’t let her husband take them down. It smells like muffins, and she’s she’s smiling.

↳ Grey’s Anatomy ↬ 14x07— “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story”

the strongest ties

[loki laufeyson x reader]

author’s note: briefly interrupting the stranger things fics because i watched ragnarok and caught mad feels. the last time i wrote loki was like when i was 14 or some shit and it was really badly written lol. also this is like really fluffy?? which i hadn’t planned but stories can have a mind of their own ha. thor to follow probs 

word count: 1,280

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some notes i’ve been taking on DMing, culled from various sources

Plot & Campaign:

  • Don’t think of yourself as being “against” the players. They aren’t playing “against” you. They are playing against the world and situations you pose to them, but you should be on their side.
  • Similarly, don’t think of the campaign as “your” story that you are telling to the players. It is a story that you are telling together. They affect the outcome of it as much (or more) than you do. If the players find a way to ruin your carefully crafted plot, let it go. You have to accept not getting your own way all the time the same way that the players do.
  • That said, have contingency plans in case the PCs kill or ignore your plot hook, find a way to bypass your carefully created puzzle, or successfully charm your final boss into not attacking them.
  • Use up your most fantastic ideas - don’t hoard them for later. You never know how long a campaign will last, and you might never get to those cool scenes and setpieces you were saving.
  • Utilize recurring NPCs. It’s less work for you and gives the players someone familiar to look forward to seeing (or resent intensely.)
  • Give the players a nemesis - someone or something working against their efforts, even if that is not a “villain” per se.
  • Have descriptions ready for locations and NPCs, but don’t over-describe. Give them enough details to build a sense of atmosphere without requiring them to draw the scene.
  • Have a set of possible random events ready to go, and periodically roll to see if any of them happen, to keep your players (and you!) on your toes.

Rules & Rolls:

  • Like in improv theatre, go for the “yes and” (or “yes but”) response to a player’s idea rather than a “no.” If the rules don’t specifically ban a player from doing something, let them do it. If it’s especially game-breaking and stupid, this is a great time to say “yes, but” and come up with a fun consequence.
  • Don’t stop everything to look up a rule. If you can’t find or figure out the answer within a minute, tell the players how you’ll do it this time based on your best guess and look it up for the future. Alternatively, if you aren’t sure what the rule would be for what a player proposes, just let them roll a d20 and add a relevant modifier to it versus your best estimate of difficulty level.
  • Don’t assume that a failed check means “nothing happens.” Failures can be as eventful, interesting, and story-driving as successes.
  • Calculating small currency amounts, weight encumbrances, and rations is incredibly boring for everyone. Decide ahead of time whether you want to just ditch those elements (within reason - if you are being kind to the players by not making them weigh out every item in their inventory, they should be kind to you by not claiming they are carrying a whole refrigerator.)


  • Pay attention to what motivates your players most (treasure, money, challenging fights, puzzles, stories) and use that to guide your campaign ideas. Let them tell you what carrot will lead them through the plot.
  • Make a note of what your players mention wanting out of the game experience (a certain kind of adventure or scene, an item) and find an opportunity to reward them with it.
  • Come up with a set of treasure/advanced weapons/other loot-ish rewards specific to each player. Whenever they are dungeoncrawling or getting rewards, roll to see which items they receive at that time.


  • Provide opportunities every session, if possible, for each character to use their skillset and playstyle, so that they don’t feel like the sidekick in someone else’s adventure.
  • Encourage the players to make themselves a “battle sheet” in addition to their standard character sheet that lists all their skills and spells (in their own words) and how it works, so that they understand their own potential and remember to use them! You are there to help them out if they aren’t sure of a mechanic, but encourage them to take ownership of their own character’s abilities.
  • Cliffhangers aren’t actually great ways to end a session (in case the campaign stalls out there, or a player drops out), but you can end with a new situation arising or a hard question to ponder, giving the players something to think about and look forward to returning to for the next session. 
  • Pay attention to the players’ welfare and condition as much (or more) than to their characters. If they are stressed, unhappy, or angry about something in the adventure (or something another player is doing), you should be ready to moderate that as much as you would moderate an in-game rule.

Anon said: Jealous smut with yoongi from bts???

A/n: hope you like it  - cupcake

You ate the popcorn out of the bowl watching the boys as they played video games. "You guys are so boring I swear" you woke up Yoongi who was sleeping against your chest “not you baby” you gently patted his head

“Eww” Jungkook replied without taking his eyes off the tv

“Says the one” Yoongi sat up rubbing his eyes “can we do something else” your sighed watching Tae and Jungkook rapidly pressing the controller buttons

“Do Yoongi , if you’re so bored” you looked at Jungkook wide eyed 

“JEON FUCKING JUNGKOOK” you got up, Jungkook pressed the last button winning the game and running off . “I SWEAR” you ran after him.

A few minutes passed and you came back into the sitting room holding Jungkook by the ear "Y/n stop!!“ Jungkook whined , making Yoongi turn "no” he was going to say something then he got interrupted by Jin

“Now if you’re done bickering can you help me” you both nodded and Jin handed you a list “go buy these so I can make dinner” you and Jungkook headed to the door bickering about something. You and Jungkook had a weird relationship, you both were best friends for forever . Literally you both met in preschool , but most people thought you two were enemies because you always bickered. Plus he was the one who introduced you to Yoongi. Without Jungkook you wouldn’t be with Yoongi.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP JUNGKOOK” you smacked his arm while walking down the street

“What I’m just being honest” he laughed to himself , you pouted and he hugged you “ cheer up, I’m just joking" 

Yoongi looked through his phone as Jin screamed at Namjoon for cheating , while Taehyung joked around with Hobi. Yoongi was going to leave his phone then he got a message, it was from a friend:

Jay: are you and Y/n a thing?

He paused for a second , wondering why he would ask that

Yoongi: yeah…why?
Jay: oh because 

Jay: I saw Jungkook with her earlier 

Yoongi: and? He’s just tying her laces

Yoongi looked at his phone before tapping into your chat

Yoongi: y/n?
You: yeah
Yoongi: where are you and Jungkook


Yoongi: come home right now

“Jungkook hurry up” you called out as he looked through a variety of ice creams 

“Why, just a second ago you said take as much time as you want” he groaned picking out the vanilla flavour as it was the only one he could afford right now.

“Unless you want to get punished by Yoongi, then you can take as much time as you wan-” he picked you in a bridal carry and dumped all the groceries onto your stomach. He half ran half walked to the counter paying for the stuff. He dumped the groceries back onto your stomach rushing out the door. “What the fuck Jungkook let me down” you grabbed the ice cream before it fell

“You’ve got tiny legs we’re not going to make it on time” you were going to argue with him but he wasn’t wrong

The door slammed open , and bam “Ouch!” You rubbed your head which Jungkook smacked against the door

“Sorry” he dumped you onto the couch where nobody sat “sorry” he repeated again

“Finally! I thought you weren’t  going to come back” Jin joked “now help me cook” you and Jungkook carried the groceries into the kitchen 

Dinner was nearly down, you stole glances at Yoongi who stood at the door watching you and Jungkook playing around. He didn’t say anything tho. “Jungkook stop” you giggled while trying to get Jungkook away from you

“Why what are you going to do” he joked , but Yoongi didn’t take it as a joke. He walked off , slamming his rooms door, causing Jin to look at you

“I think I know go” you pointed at the direction of Yoongi’s room and the boys nodded 

“Just don’t fight again” you nodded and left. 

“Yoongi?” You were going to knocked on his door but the door opened. You looked in to see Yoongi not there. You walked in cautiously , not trying to mess up anything. You didn’t get why he was so pissed , all you were doing was hanging around with your best friend . What’s wrong with that?

Then Yoongi appeared out of nowhere , slamming you against the door with his hands on both your shoulder “Yoongi..” you whispered looking into his eyes which were full of anger

“Hanging out with Jungkook is fun huh?” He said with an aggressive tone , making you gulp 

“Baby…” you couldn’t utter anything else due to fear

“Answer me! Is Jungkook better then me? Is that why you spend so much time with him not me?!” He shook your shoulders waiting for a response . You looked down at the floor, you didn’t want him to feel that way. You tried to look at him but you were too scared , he was never this angry with you. You didn’t know what to do. “Bet you’ve had so much fun with Jungkook right?” “Answer me bitch! How did he touch you?!” “Like this?!” You gasped as he suddenly rubbed your core with his fingers, while planting rough kisses on your collarbone surely going to leave a mark. He kissed you passionately on the lips .

His hands traveled down your back squeezing your butt, lifting you up . You wrapped you legs around his waist with your fingers tangled in his hair. He walked over to his bed , throwing you onto it. 

He bit his lip before crawling on top of you. He lifted up your shirt and you didn’t hesitate to take it off, then he starting to plant kisses on your collarbone, and then planting butterfly kisses on your stomach and chest . You played with the rims of his shirt , taking it off. He then started to unbutton your pants, leaving you in your bra and underwear.

 He swiftly took them off “you’re so beautiful” he whispered  flashing you a lazy smile, when you avoided his heated stare and slightly brought your arms to cover your chest , a pout formed onto his face. He gently tugged your arms away , shooting you with a reassuring smile, lowering his head to where your arms previously were. 

He swirled his teasing tongue playfully around your nipple causing you to arch your back , gripping onto his hair. He fumbled with the leather belt that kept his jeans secure around his slim hips. When he got out of his boxers, the heat in the room raised rapidly and the air lingering with the scent of sex. Yoongi looked down at you as you eyed his member. He quickly put on a condom , not trying to waste time. The tip of his member placed flat against your clit, and slowly started to push his length to your tight clit. You both moaned in sync, arching your back up as you took in the newly found pleasure in your lower region. Whines escaped your parted lips as Yoongi sped up his pace. 

Your mouth agape and your chest heaving as he endlessly pounded into your beaten core. Desperate pants erupted from your throat as your walls tightened rapidly around his member as sign that you were close to reaching your climax

“Yoongi I’m close” you managed to say, hands wandering down his back, digging your nails into his soft flesh , scratching down in attempt to ease the pleasure. 

“Me too babygirl” he grunted in response his thrusts slowed down. Thrusting into one last time , he pulled out of you. He flashed your his famous grin , laying onto your arm. 

“I’m sorry” you apologised as he hugged your body

“Apologise accepted” he giggled 

“Well I guess they’re not coming for dinner” Jungkook murmured to himself , walking away from Yoongi’s bedroom door “I need holy water”

AFTG Headcanons

Okay okay so. So here are some of the mess of headcanons I sent in response to an ask that wasn’t actually about this mess of headcanons (whoops). But I had wanted to post them anyway soooo here ya go.

(I had to limit it to Andreil and just one per the rest of the monsters because it just got too dang long.)


  • When Neil is upset and Andrew isn’t around he holds the back of his own neck. 
  • They don’t ever really celebrate Valentines day. But the day after Valentines Neil always goes to the store and buys all the candy when it’s half off (he does it after halloween too). 
  • Neil gets chapped lips (it’s all that running around and huffing and puffing). He buys chapstick in the sweetest flavors available. You know, no particular reason :).
  • Neil wouldn’t say he has a favorite song. But when pushed he claims it’s “Runaway Train”. Andrew recognizes it immediately as the song he put as Neil’s ringtone (Andrew gives him a long look Neil pretends not to notice).
  • Andrew can sew (there’s no other way he has jeans that fit okay. And I refuse to believe he would allow his Dangerous Boy aesthetic to be ruined by frayed ragged hems). Cass taught him.
    • It’d meant a lot to him, as a kid, that his foster mother hadn’t just bought him new clothes, but put in the time and effort to fit them just for him.  
    • Maybe she knew why he was staring at her, or maybe she truly believed he was just interested in what she was doing. Either way she invited him to sit by her and quietly and patiently explained what she was doing. He never said a word. But he never looked away from her or her hands either.
  • Andrew also sews the hems of Aaron’s jeans. Aaron assumes it’s because Andrew either mixed up their clothes or just wanted to be able to steal his.
  • Andrew only sews the hems of jeans he buys for Neil. All the pants Neil buys are atrocious and Andrew wants them destroyed as quickly as possible.
    • (I also have too many “Andrew Sewing” Headcanons. I don’t know how this happened.)
  • Andrew never really gets excited about his own exy accomplishments. But if something almost like happiness blooms in his chest at the thought of Neil’s reaction to them? Well that’s his own business.


  • Aaron and Randy Boyd stay in contact. Not hugely or anything, but enough that she gets an invite to his & Katelyn’s wedding and receives a Christmas card from them every year after their twins are born. She still hugs him every time they see each other. 
  • Andrew takes Thea to Colombia. He doesn’t drug her. And Kevin only knew he, Neil, and Andrew were supposed to be the only ones going to Colombia, and didn’t know any different until Andrew and Thea emerged from a back room. They‘re both worse for the wear, and neither of them look at each other (neither of them was look at anyone but Kevin), but they’re both alive and more or less unharmed.
    • No one knows what happened in that room, but when they get to the table Andrew tells him that Andrew and Neil are staying in Colombia and Thea will drive him back. It’s the first time Andrew’s leaves the ex-Raven alone with Kevin.
  • Before Nicky graduates Neil asks him how you let someone know you care about them long distance (not in those exact words but the point came across okay). Andrew is in the room and Nicky has a strong feeling he’s listening so he figures this is they’re way of asking him for long-distance relationship advice since Andrew is about to graduate too. He talks to them for a long time about the importance of communication and staying in touch. He says you should make it a priority to call at least once a week. 
    • Nicky leaves for Germany and it takes him a month and four phone calls to make the connection.
      • He cries.


  • Andrew and Neil are living with Kevin (and I think Nicky?) at the end of their first year. They are too tall and Andrew and Neil are so small (I am 5′0″ I speak from experience here). They both also have impeccable aim. They frequently just throw stuff across the room to knock down whatever they want.
    • Eventually Neil brings old exy racquet into the dorm one day, and everyone assumes its because hes too exy obsessed to throw it away.  They learn the truth when they catch him using it to swipe something off the shelf and catch it in the net.
      • Andrew won’t use it. He says he refuses to touch an exy racquet more than he already does. He continues to throw shit and pointedly leave any destruction for the offender to clean up.
        • Kevin learns his lesson after he made the mistake of thinking putting Andrew’s sugary cereal on a top shelf was a clever idea to make him eat healthier. Kevin found Andrew calmly eating his cereal surrounded by scattered fruit loops and the remains of Kevin’s phone.