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thoughts during a conversation


taurus: should I have leftovers tonight or order takeout… Thai and vietnamese are healthy but, pizza sounds pretty good too… maybe a bottle of wine…are you still talking to me… I’ll just pretend I need to go to the bathroom. ..

gemini: *talks continuously without giving the other person time to reply, basically says whatever pops into their head, doesn’t care if the other person is interested*

cancer: I give and I give, listen and listen, I am so nice and caring, when are they going to ask about me? I am literally the most kind, gentle, pure, underappreciated person in the universe *wipes tear* 

leo: *checks out self on any and every reflective surface* nice. Wait, did you just ask me a question? Finally, I get to talk about (myself) something interesting.

virgo: *sweats nervously and/or judges the other person ruthlessly* It’s either ‘wow, what an idiot,’ or ‘I hope I didn’t sound like an idiot’

libra: pretends to listen politely while resisting the urge to stick a pencil in their own eye to escape from the sheer bordom/stupidity, out loud: “wow, that’s so interesting” *eye twitch*

scorpio: fukc, this is boring why is everyone so boring what’s the point of small talk yes suzan it’s hot outside it is the middle of the fucking summer tfti now would you do the world a favor and go play in traffic

sagittarius: *laughs* “that’s hilarious” inside: I hope a horde of wildabeast tramples this fucking fool so that no one has to listen to them talk ever agin fuck *laughs some more*

capricorn: how does this apply to me? Wait, it doesn’t. What a waste of time.

aquarius: disagrees even though they don’t actually disagree and then argues just to prove how smart (they think) they are

pisces: literally having the most awesome narcissistic daydream ever, doesn’t even pretend to pay attention

[technically a shitpost but check mercury/third house]

anonymous asked:

The LI's watching a drunken Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor talk endlessly to the other tavern-goers about how much they absolutely adore their lover; how wonderful and perfect they are, how incredibly blessed they are to have them. When a patron gets annoyed/bored and walks away, they just start all over with another patron.

Alistair: He’s extremely uncomfortable with the whole thing. He lets them run through two people before he drags them off to bed. “No, no. You’re embarrassing me! And you’re drunk. Just get some rest. It’s fine.”

Zevran: He’s sitting right next to the Warden the whole time, talking over them about how wonderful they are. He thinks it’s a great joke and tries to say increasingly outrageous things, hoping that the Warden will rise to the challenge, just to see the patrons’ faces.

Leliana: She thinks it’s sweet, and she’s just drunk enough to watch it all play out with a dreamy smile. For hours. Until the Warden passes out midsentence. That’s okay, though. It was lovely.

Morrigan: She claps her hand over the Warden’s mouth the moment it becomes clear that they have no intention of stopping. She’s not going to allow that. Random people in a tavern don’t deserve the Warden’s attention. And she really doesn’t want every random person in a tavern to know all that.

Fenris: He freezes up for a while, unable to figure out what to do as Hawke just babbles away to anyone who will listen about how amazing he is and how much they love him. When Hawke moves on to a fourth patron to slur at he finally manages to go over to them and get them into bed. “I love you, too, Hawke,” he says softly once they’re snoring away in bed. He wouldn’t admit it, but it was actually really nice to hear all that.

Isabela: She laughs and creates a stage out of a table and a couple of chairs and sits Hawke in the center of attention. “Yes, love, tell everyone how great I am!” She’s watching the whole thing with a grin. She loves it.

Anders: He’s pretty uncomfortable with it, but it takes him a little while to figure out what to do. In the end, Hawke rambles away to two people before he collects them and takes them home. “I love you, too, Hawke, but the tavern really isn’t the place for that.”

Merrill: She’s vibrating with both anxiety and happiness as Hawke tells anyone who will listen how much they love her. She bounces up and down in place, hands pressed to her mouth and eyes wide as she listens. Finally, she throws her arms around Hawke. “Oh, Hawke, I love you, too!” she tell them, her face buried in their shoulder. No one has ever cherished her the way Hawke does, and she loves it.

Cullen: The second he hears that the Inquisitor is in the Herald’s Rest talking about their relationship, he goes to collect them. He’s the Commander and they’re the Inquisitor, and that sort of behavior really should be allowed in public. His entire upper body is beet red when he collects his drunken lover, but he keeps his spine straight as he send them to bed.

Josephine: She’s blushing and lets it go on just a little longer than she really should just so she can hear it, then takes her lover to bed. With a glass of water right beside them, she tucks them in and kisses them goodnight, secretly pleased with what happened.

Cassandra: She smacks the Inquisitor to get them to stop, then takes them someplace quiet and private and lets them ramble about how much they love her. She wants to hear it, but she doesn’t want anyone else to hear it.

Iron Bull: He thinks it’s great fun! He keeps the Inquisitor’s cup full and lets them talk until they’re hoarse. The Chargers tease him mercilessly, but it’s all worth it!

Blackwall: “Now, my lady, that’s really improper,” he tries to say, but the Inquisitor just talks louder. After a while, he just scoops them up and sends them to bed. It’s sweet, but he’s not comfortable with it.

Sera: It’s great! Well, she knew it all already, but to hear Inky just keep talking is great! She’ll correct them sometimes or add things. And she makes sure the drinks keep coming!

Solas: He wasn’t in the tavern when it was happening, but hears the next morning that his vhenan was drunk and talking non-stop about how much they love him. He says nothing about it, not to anyone. When he sees the Inquisitor, hungover and sheepish, he kisses them lightly and makes a hangover cure, but otherwise doesn’t comment. He can’t deny, privately to himself, that he finds it oddly compelling.

Dorian: He’s right next to his amatus, and just drunk enough to let it go on without comment, his chest bowed out with pride. They laugh about it the next morning, both hungover with their limbs tangled together in the sheets.

mermaidelephant  asked:

Any chance we can get some Anabasis or DAV in celebration of Triduum/Holy Week?

Late reply is super late, but better than never I hope.

I’m working on the next DAV fic which would actually be a perfect fit for the Passover / Easter season, with its focus on themes of liberation, but it is, alas, not finished yet.

So in lieu of that (and by way of apology for being gone so long), here’s a snippet of Anabasis.

This one is pretty spoilery, tbh. But Holy Week for me is all about liberation and new life, and this part of the story is definitely that. So when I finally publish the whole of Anabasis, you all can pretend to be surprised…

[In which Anakin finds Palpatine’s collection of Sith holocrons…]


The place was dim and musty, and it clanged with the distant echoes of crumbling old machinery. Padmé’s hand drifted uneasily and came to rest on the blaster at her hip. Just in case.

The door Dinsa had stopped before was the seventeenth in a line of identical doors, each unmarked and wholly unremarkable, the sort that might be found in any number of abandoned factories or warehouses in the Works.

But Padmé didn’t fail to notice the way Dinsa stood well back from the door, or the way she and Sabé watched Anakin closely, alert and ready for any sudden directive. Anakin himself was focused intently, seemingly unaware of anyone else around him. Padmé shifted from foot to foot, watching him stand perfectly still, watching the light of memory burn in his eyes.

“Anakin?” she whispered, hesitating only a moment before placing a hand on his shoulder. Warmth bled through his clothing and into her skin.

He blinked slowly, just once, then turned from the door to face her. His mouth curled, far too vicious to be called a smile.

“This is the place,” he said. “I can feel it.”

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Try Me

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where the reader is Unser’s daughter, and Hale keeps flirting with her so she asks Jax to pretend to be her boyfriend to get him to back off. Enjoy the smut ;)

A/N - I’ve done this a little differently to my other fake boyfriend/girlfriend imagines, as I don’t want to seem repetitive :)

Originally posted by journeyslegend

“You don’t even know me. Get to know me, I promise I’ll change your mind.” You’re glad your back is turned as you roll your eyes in annoyance, not sure how long you’re going to be able to keep up the nice girl attitude for.

Turning to face the determined officer, you smile apologetically, your following answer the same as it always is. “Thanks for the offer again David, but I’m not sure things would work between us.”

“Why? Why do you always say that?” he asks, frustration heavy in his tone, his hand on your car door to stop you from leaving. “Is it because of the MC?”

“No-” You open your mouth to start denying his claims, trying to think of another reason not to go out with a dude that you just don’t find yourself attracted to, when you come up with the perfect solution. “Actually, yes. You’re completely right.”

“Listen, I know you’re close with them, but they’re bad people, (Y/N). You could do so much better.” Here he goes again, you think. Same speech as always. He doesn’t even know SAMCRO like you do, nobody does.

“Thanks for the lecture, David, but Jax asked me to be his girlfriend a couple weeks ago, and I said yes.” The pure horror on his face has you biting your lip to contain your smirk. “See you around.”

Walking into the clubhouse, you scan the room swiftly, not spotting the man you’re hoping to see. “He around, Sack?”

“In the apartments.” he responds, walking into the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves and a plunger. You grimace, knowing Piney’s probably blocked the bog again. Shaking your head, you walk towards Jax’s residence, knocking on the closed door.

“Room service.” you call sarcastically, your voice sickly sweet. The door opens within a few seconds, Jax’s eyebrow raised, his lips turned up into a grin.

“Lucky me, though you’re slightly overdressed for the kind of ‘room service’ I’m used to.” he says, opening the door to let you in. “Wasn’t expecting to see you till’ later on.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you about a little favour so I thought I’d grace you with my wonderful company.” you tease, plonking yourself down on Jax’s bed. Shutting the door, he sits on a box in front of you, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

“You can just admit you missed me, babe.” He takes a drag, your eyes capturing the way his cheeks hollow as he inhales the smoke, the action stopping your train of thought. “What do you need me for this time, Princess?“

“Are you ever going to drop that nickname? You’ve called it me for years.” He grins cheekily, the smoke parting from his pink lips as he shakes his head at you, knowing deep down you love the endearment. “Anyway-”

A knock on Jax’s door stops you, the two of you turning to see Chibs’. “Sorry to interrupt. Cops are here.”

“Could they be any further up our asses?” Jax spits rhetorically, discarding his cigarette in an ashtray on his cabinet before standing up. You follow him as he leaves the room, Chibs leading the way as the three of you head out to the front. All you’re thinking is please don’t be Hale.

You curse silently as you see the man himself standing against his police car, Jax tensing up as he sets eyes on the deputy. “You’re here so much I’m starting to think you wanna patch in.”

Hale just scowls, his eyes shifting to you as you move from behind Jax, stepping to take position between the Scot and the VP. He watches you for a moment, and you know Jax catches it as you see him look at you questioningly, a pleading look on your face as you hope he just follows your lead.

“We got a call about a guy on a motorcycle running a red light a few blocks from here.” You sigh in disbelief, having a sneaking suspicion that his visit is more out of spite than anything else. “Just here to check your plates.”

“Jesus, how bad did you piss off my dad to go from murders to speeding tickets?” you sass, folding your arms across your chest. Chibs chokes down his chuckle from next to you, taking a drag from his cig to keep down his humour.

“I’m here because it’s my job, (Y/N), to make Charming a safer place for our citizens.” You roll your eyes, nodding slowly. “Something bothering you?”

“Woah, I thought you were here for us, not for the chief’s daughter. Check your plates and you can be on your way.” Jax states protectively, not liking the way Hale is speaking to you. The officer glares in response, his hand moving to rest on the handcuffs on his belt.

“I wonder how the chief would feel if he knew what you were up to with his daughter.” Hale snaps, his whole entity dripping with jealousy. You swallow nervously, trying to hide the anxiety from your face.

Chibs laughs loudly this time, a laugh so loud with amusement that you can’t help but smile. “Jackie, you naughty boy.”

You share a look with your ‘boyfriend’, him smirking, a cocky grin spreading across his face. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in, Jax’s reaction of enjoyment rather than horror making you feel confident in your lie.

“Oh, I get it now. You’ve got a soft spot for my girl here, and you’re pissed she chose me over you.” Jax says, rolling his tongue over his lower lip smugly. “Not that you were even an option.”

“You watch your mouth, Teller.” Hale warns, his eye twitching as he steps up to Jax, the tension heavy between the two men.

“Or what?” Jax challenges, anger radiating off him in waves.

“We got a problem here, boys?” The voice of your dad cuts through the ever brewing argument, him smiling at you loving before turning his attention back to the two amped up males. “Hale, you’re not stationed to be here.“

You, Chibs and Jax watch on as Hale turns into a flushed mess, having no decent excuse for ever coming to TM in the first place - though you all know why he did.

“Thanks, dad.” You hug your father as you speak, him squeezing you tightly before leaving you to it.

“So, something you need to tell me?” Jax asks as you sit on the bench outside, embarrassment crawling up your body. “Wasn’t aware I was taken, darlin’.”

He nudges you playfully, your hands covering your face as you groan. “He’s been pestering me for weeks, figured you were the best deterrent.”

“Thanks.” Jax deadpans, a small smirk on his face as he passes you the cig, you taking a drag as you think about what to say. “Glad I could be of service, I guess.”

“Thanks for going along with it. Guess I owe you one.” You tap off the ash and pass the stick back, biting your lip anxiously. “How about I do you a favor?”

“Sweetheart, no offence but the kind of favours I’d like to have you do for me aren’t exactly innocent.” You cough, his reply completely unexpected, your core tingling involuntarily.

“Try me.” you tease, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second, your hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingertips inching upwards.

Next thing you know, the two of you are locked at the lips, thankful that the clubhouse is empty, the others off on runs and whatever else. “How long have we got?”

“Half hour, tops.” Jax mumbles, connecting his lips back to yours, his tongue in your mouth eliciting a moan from you. “I don’t see us lasting that long to be honest, darlin’.”

You squeal as you feel yourself being lifted, the pool table becoming your seat as Jax places you on top. You rip at his flannel, the buttons scattering all over the room. Your fingers explore up and down his chiseled chest as he begins to nibble and suck at your neck, your eyes closing in pleasure as he works his way down.

“Please, Jax…” you pant, your underwear positively soaked as his tongue slips over your exposed skin. He practically growls at your pleading, him ripping himself from you as he expertly undoes his jeans, the fabric pooling at his ankles, his boxers joining the denim.

Your eyes widen as his cock stands before you, you pressing your thighs together subconsciously as the ache grows stronger. “Like what you see, Princess?”

“Don’t get too smug, Jackson, gotta see if you can fuck me well enough, first.“ His hands pull at your shorts, you lifting your ass to help assist as he rids the material from your legs. Once he’s discarded the fabric somewhere across the room, he connects his lips back to yours, lifting and squeezing your ass as he moves to you to the edge of the table.

You barely feel him move your underwear to the side before he sinks into you, a gasp leaving your lips as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth biting at your skin as he fills you up.

You dig your nails into his biceps as he moves out of you, slamming back in deeply. He pulls back, loving the expressions you make as he fucks you so well, the little moans and gasps leaving your lips making him want to explode there and then.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel you around me, (Y/N).” You place your hands behind you to steady yourself, your pussy feeling even wetter as he talks to you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“I’m so close, already. Fuck, just like that.” you whine as he hits all the right places, his strokes alternating in speed, but never lacking in power.

You rub your clit, clenching your pussy as you come, your mouth open yet nothing comes out. “That’s it, come for me, baby. Good girl.”

Jax grips the back of your neck as he speeds up his thrusts, his gaze locked on yours as he gets closer and closer to climaxing. You’re practically on fire as you feel another orgasm creeping up on you, the pure hunger in Jax’s eyes making you more sensitive than ever.

“Who knew you could take cock so well.” he whispers as he drills into you, a high pitched moan slipping from your lips. “Imagine if someone walked in right now, saw what a dirty slut you are, so desperate for me.”

His degrading words push you over the edge, a loud curse leaving you as stars fill your vision, Jax continuing to slam into you as he rides you through your high. “You gonna take my come, hm? Gonna let me fill you up like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, fuck, please Jax.” you plead desperately, your nails clawing down his stomach as he places hos forehead against your own, his eyes clenching shut as he let’s go.

He kisses you roughly as he comes inside of you, his hips gently rocking as his hot spurts shoot inside of you, your teeth sucking at his bottom lip.

He pulls out of you slowly, his juices and your own dripping from your satisfied pussy, your body feeling empty without his shaft inside of you.

Jax buckles up his pants, grabbing your shorts before lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. He carries you down the hall, just in time in fact as voices begin to fill the clubhouse.

Reaching his room, he places you down on the bed, his body crawling over yours as he moves a piece of hair from your face. “I’ve gotta go for a vote, but when I get back, we’re gonna see how sexy you look on your hands and knees.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving you shaken and hungry for more.

A/N - It’s been a whileeeeeee since I wrote some smut, but I’m so glad with how this turned out!!!! Hope you guys likeddddddd xxxx

anonymous asked:

WTF was all that pure pastel pink promo shit weeks ago? I feel like I dreamt it. Now when I look at the album art and listen to the lyrics about different women and sex and I make no correlation to the pure soft vulnerable bare Harry on the cover. WTF is the hard candy lyrics? WTF is going on with 'I am not a womanizer' image. Oh yeah sex, drugs & rock'n'roll. That's what's going on. As a fan of rock music I am so proud of the album. As a fan of Harry, I am disappointed.

Hello, and thank you for your message.

I completely understand. In fact this morning I did a full rant about my thoughts on the matter via Twitter. You can read it here. Like high key, Twitter is where I have no filter and am like “THIS IS WHAT I’M THINKING!!” and Tumblr is where I’m an analytical hoe about things, so let’s analyse!

I listened to the breakfast show last night (as I am currently in LA) and then fell into a mini rage coma because I, too, was like, “What the actual fuck just happened?” Then I woke up to this:

And I was like, “Well this is probably the most damage control we’ve ever gotten or will get.”    

HOWEVER! The dichotomy from Harry rainbow-wearin Styles and this NO HOMO I HAVE HETERO SEX WITH ALL THE WOMEN Hersh makes me…uneasy. That’s the only word I can come up with. Let’s be honest, last week Harry looked about one tattoo and rainbow away from coming out. This might as well have been him at that hockey game:

And then today with this…

There’s just this constant push and pull between what Harry DOES and what he says in interviews. But I get it. I do. Harry Styles is a billion dollar commodity. Do you understand how much revenue he’s brought to Sony in the last month? He sold out a tour for music that no one had even heard in minutes. 

At one point in my vida loca I was offered a publishing deal with a company that everyone has heard of. They wanted to publish it through their non-fiction department and they wanted me to say that I had slept with a don or professor at my university. Which I hadn’t. This was during my final year at university, and whilst I’m sure my life would’ve had a much different trajectory I’m also sure that once people figured out who I am (as many have), I would probably be stripped of my hard-earned Oxbridge degree for lying and shaming my university. Which is why you’ve never read any kind of SCANDAL at Oxbridge. Just the normal undergrad sex and drinking stuff. I rank quite low on the list of outrageous alumni if you look at the last 900 years of students. 

Back to Haz. 

Whilst I never compromised my morals, I also didn’t sign any kind of deal with the devil when I was 16. We have absolutely no idea what the details of his employment are. And he is an employee. Harry is owned by someone. Whether you like it or not, the bottom line doesn’t stop at Harry, it stops at the people who are investing in him and relying on a substantial profit. 

Perhaps the rainbows and pink and very romantic vibes he’s got going on with just about any man in his vicinity thing were all put out there to test the waters. We know that they monitor the fandom, and maybe the analytics didn’t hit their “okay to be gay” criteria. I’m speaking bluntly in terms of business because I can guarantee you that Sony cares about exactly one thing: the money that they are making for themselves. 

Something else to consider when recovering from whiplash because of this complete 180 Harry’s done since last week, is that interview with that horrible woman who said, “Fans are convinced that ‘Sweet Creature’ is about your relationship with Louis Tomlinson. Is it?” After which Harry spent approximately 138 seconds saying “Uhhhhhhhh” before refusing to say “no”. He could’ve said no! He could’ve SHOUTED no, as he did at Grimmy when he said, “Here’s a song about Taylor Swift!” One thing we got from that interview is that Harry does indeed have the word “No” in his vocabulary. “No. This isn’t about Taylor Swift.” vs “Yes. I can understand why fans think this is about Louis because it is but I would lean towards them maybe being wrong.” That isn’t how you say no. And that didn’t go over anyone’s head. 

Honestly, I love this album. “Woman” is actually my favourite song from it at the moment. I can’t really listen to “Two Ghosts” because it sounds too much like “Revelry” by Kings of Leon and that song is forever associated with a very bad time for me so yeah. “Woman” just reminds me of Bennie and the Jets and 27 Dresses.    

I just wish it could’ve been left at, “ It’s much more powerful when not taken simply as what it is.” Because that’s so true. This album is so layered and brilliant and I think I’m mostly mad that they’ve reduced it to such a boring and blatant interpretation. We got the very opposite of what Harry’s been telling us when he all but said that these songs are about actual women that he literally slept with. 

So I guess my question is…what exactly is Jeffry helping with aside from bringing back a narrative that Harry seemed to have tried relentlessly to debunk?

I just can’t reconciliate the Harry that they’re pushing this week with the Harry that reacted this way to being called a womaniser in an interview:

Regardless of what you think or ship, I do think that it’s fair to feel like you’re being asked to accept two completely contrasting versions of Harry Styles right now. 

You know one thing I don’t think I’ll ever understand is the characterization of Krem as the ‘mature’ one of the Chargers or the straight man for Iron Bull’s jokes all the time. I don’t mean people showing him as serious at times either or responsible, cause he is, but like I see him being portrayed so much as a lot more serious and tired of jokes than he actually seems in game. This is a kid who in our second encounter with him not only gives Iron Bull lip but follows up with asking about caskets of alcohol that they opened with axes. Based on how he said it to, it doesn’t sound like he just let people do it but was right there with them going: you know the best way to break this big container of alcohol open? Weapons!!

Then when you meet him with the other Chargers again he’s teasing Bull about running around shirtless and referring to Bull’s 'pillowy man bosoms.’ In the first part of that exchange it actually sounds a bit like Bull is exasperated one with 'it’s a harness, Krem’. How many times has Krem teased Bull about that? Probably a lot.

Then before Demands of the Qun where he’s sparring with Bull, you walk in on him telling Bull 'you’ve still got plenty of ass Chief’ after Bull says he’s working his ass off to show Krem a move. This is followed by Krem mentioning how he always wanted to see one of the dreadnaughts in action. From his tone it sounds like he can tell Bull is really on edge with this and he’s trying somehow to lighten the mood. Cause his tone isn’t aggressive or stoic, it sounds like he’s saying something to try and ease the tension he knows is there. And while Krem isn’t Bull level reading people he can still do it. He knows Bull isn’t feeling great about this.

Follow this by being on the storm coast itself and even right before a fight he still sarcastically refers to Bull as 'mother’ and then assures him they’ll be okay.

And if you save the Chargers back at skyhold, again you have his interaction with Bull where he mentions Bull breaking out Chasind Sack Mead for the Chargers. And again his tone is just light and sounds like he’s trying to point out a fun thing Bull is doing with them. From Bulls reaction I wonder if that mead isn’t super strong and that’s why he practically face palms with Krem mentioning it to the inquisitor because the night is going to be chaotic. Or if it’d just like Bull is frustrated with everything (because honestly Bull being like 'you don’t say that in front of the inquisitor ’ seemed less like Bull, whose usually very open with everything and seemed to come more from frustration about all that had happened beginning.) And then you have Krem changing his tone again instantly because he can read people and then Bull kinda sighing and smiling saying he’s doing fine.

Then we get to the reasons I say Krem can read people and this is based on what he says and what Bull says about him. One is Krem says after everything happens that Bull is down about what happened with his people, but hasn’t said anything but the Chargers can tell. If Bull isn’t talking about it and trying to avoid it (you even get disapproval for apologizing to Bull about coming between him and his people ) then I’m guessing it really is something that he’s trying not to show. So for Krem (and all the Chargers here actually) to know and be able to read that when Bull is trying not to let anyone know I thinks it’s safe to say they can read people and Bull pretty well.

It’s also based on what Bull says to you about Krem and why he’s such a good second. One of the reasons being that Bull says Krem is someone the others can talk to when BULL is being a to much of a hardass. I really don’t think someone whose as serious or just downright frustrated with any jokes like I’ve seen him portrayed a lot as being, could do that. I’ve been in situations where you have to work as a mediator of sorts and defuse the situation. Best way to do that after listening to someone and just letting them talk and being there for them? Well timed humor. Especially dry humor. Which Krem seems to excel at. If you can get someone to laugh or even just smile it does help. So for him to do what he does, for Bull to recognize the talent he has in this area and the other chargers to actually come to him , it doesn’t make sense to me when I just see him as always the serious one.

Yes he says how he’s been putting up with Bulls jokes since Bull rescued him and offered him a job. And he absolutely groans when Bull makes his Krem Brulee joke.

But him groaning about that joke also comes after we see his interactions with Maryden that include him explaining why he sat on the back of a chair to “get a better look at your…songs. ” that is a dork move if I’ve ever seen one and it was funny and cute. You then have him telling her the Chargers have their own song and offering to sing it. We’ve all heard that song. That is not a stoic song or something you generally sing on a date if you don’t have the humor to pull it off.

And the biggest one for me, Krem asking the inquisitor to distract Bull so they can get his birthday present ready. Watching the Chargers get that ready to it’s a fun thing they’re doing and Krem gives Rocky a look for drinking, but five seconds later let’s him blow something up so they can get the dragon skull in the room. And they set this up as a surprise. Not even just a gift. He’s beaming when he tells Bull surprise! Happy Birthday Chief.

Plus the stories he tells you about the Chargers adventures! He sounds like he’s having fun telling those and even makes a point to make a joke about squirrels being the worst part of one if their jobs!

Krem is a fun character with fun interactions. He can absolutely be serious and somber and he knows how to fight and make sure everyone is okay and follows a plan. But he can also be light hearted and just plain funny. I think sometimes maybe because his humor is so dry in parts he can be read as more serious than he is, but looking at the tone and interactions with others I don’t think he’s as serious/exasperated with jokes or would be the constant straight man for Bulls jokes that I’ve seen a lot of in fics and stuff.

This isn’t about any fic or anything in particular and I don’t want to tell anyone how to write his humor. This is just an observation of a trend I’ve noticed in s lot of places and kinda just wanted to ramble about why I think Krem actually has more of a sense of humor than he’s often shown with.

I know it’s been the new fandom trend to more and more ostracize and throw hate at people who enjoy villains and morally gray characters (and redemption arcs, or anti-redemption arcs, or complicated characters, etc.) for the past few years, but it still won’t cease to amaze and annoy me.

Like, I get partially why. There was a big woobifying of villains thing going on for a while a few years back. The whole Draco Malloy in leather pants thing as well. Sexy villains was the norm, and people grew tired of that. This I think, is partially a reaction to that. Except of course, now it’s THAT which has taken over in full force instead.

But it feels like it’s more than that and I’d love to read an analysis on how this goes together with recent puritan trends in fandom and general black and white thinking.

However, most of the time I’m just wondering what some of you people have against that people sometime respond and identify with more complicated aspects of humanity. Nowadays you’re not allowed to like or create or write a villain or mortally gray character unless you make sure you condemn their actions loudly and public alt every time you talk about them, or you’re supporting the real life equivalent of their actions. And that’s ridiculous.

Like, sure, I’m not saying you can’t hate a villain, or that you need to appreciate them for being complex characters constantly. But you don’t need a huge well built argument about why or why everyone who does is morally depraved. It’s okay to just not like a character. You don’t have to dress that up in fancy words.

Listen, villains are some of the most fun characters to create and enjoy, and if I want to cheer someone on as they go off to kill hundreds of people (yes, like the Mulan gif, you know the one), I will do that. It doesn’t mean I condone actual mass murder. That’s just common sense, which is something that is clearly lacking from fandom debate.

Just had to rant a bit. Yoyo out.

You wanna know what frustrates me? Young humans are looking up to Supergirl and think that toxic relationships are ok. They think “no is actually if I keep bothering them it will eventually be yes.” They think it is ok to not listen to their partner. They think it’s NORMAL to never be listened to. You know what? I’ve lived this and I never in a million years want this to be “romanticized or glorified” in any sort of media. It is dangerous. It is hurtful. It is abusive. While I love the show, I am starting to wonder what message are they trying to convey. They say it is about empowerment. No, it is only empowering negative behaviors and thoughts that can become self destructive and abusive when taken into the context of real life. This is more than “who gets the girl,” because if this is some contest, strike 2. The show needs to recalibrate and reevaluate what they are portraying to young minds, the most vulnerable minds. Love is bigger than the romance. So, I miss my girl Kara Danvers, the sunshine puppy who is able to love so many. I miss Cat, Lucy, Mgann, Eliza, Livewire, Alex, Maggie, and especially Lena Luthor. Because they have, in their womanly wonder, made this show bigger than the privileged conquest of white male heteronormativity it has sadly warped into. I have faith that Supergirl will rise again, until then we must be strong and fight like the heroes we are and have within us.


Your otp are both secret agents. What a calamity. 

  • Who whispers the Mission Impossible theme tune on an actual mission, who shoots them a look of upmost disbelief. 
  • Who is the new recruit who always manages to do something wrong, who rolls their eyes but helps them in secret, never taking any of the credit.
  • When your otp have children, who tells them stories of all the missions they went on, who interrupts with “then I swooped in and saved the day!”. Bonus: “thats not what happened, don’t listen to them” “ummm yes it–” “you were unconscious literally the whole time.” “…you make a good point”
  • When your otp, who aren’t together, end up trapped in a very small space together (air vent etc) who suggestively wiggles their eyebrows, who repeatedly bashes their head against the wall and cant believe their bad luck. 
  • Who’s the brains, who’s the muscle. OT3 bonus: “Wait what does that make me?” “you’re… well, you’re you.”
  • Who makes funny faces behind their boss when their next mission is being explained, who is trying really damn hard not to laugh.
  • Who takes their job very seriously and seldom shows any emotion let alone smiles, who’s the joker and makes it their mission to entertain them. 

Requested by: anon. 

Writing Series #2: Plotting

Everyone has their own strategy for this one, but it’s also probably the aspect of writing that we ask each other about most of the time: what do you do to figure out your plot? How do you stick to a plot? How do you know where a story is going? How do you stay interested long enough to finish? How do you keep from getting lost? For first time writers, this is particularly daunting, as we tend to think of a book–all 80,000 words or so–as overwhelming and more than we know how to accomplish, as something too big or unattainable. 

Some writers sit down with a single idea and go from there, letting the story come as it may and waiting for the ideas to strike as they write. For many writers, this works. For me, it doesn’t. 

My process looks a lot more like this:

  1. Wait for an idea to strike (and I mean strike; it has to come to me, haunt me, bug me, until I’m sure I can do nothing but write it)
  2. Plot. Plan out everything. Write it all down, outlining each chapter–what will happen in each and how many there will be.
  3. Write. 
  4. Edit. 
  5. Edit again. 

Step One: There are lots of good ideas out there, and my notebooks are filled with ideas; ideas that occurred to me in the middle of the night, ideas I thought up after witnessing something in a park or listening to a good song. New ideas are exciting and can lead to great things, but I won’t turn any of them into a book until I’m sure the idea won’t go away. 

I don’t write it down. That’s the first test; if I haven’t forgotten it the next day, or the next, or the next, then I know it might actually lead somewhere, that it’s not a fleeting idea that will tempt me and then leave me hanging. I let this go on for a month–yes, a whole month–and if at the end of that month, I still can’t let that idea go, if it’s still rolling around in my head, waiting to be explored, then I move onto step two. By then, I know that the idea and me are long-term, that we’re in this for the long run. 

Step Two: I plot. I plot everything. 

  • I start with the main arc: where do I want the story to start, and where do I want it to finish. In my most recent story, for example, I knew that I wanted the main character to begin cynical of love and relationships, and I wanted the story to end with him opening his heart to the possibility (even if he wasn’t yet in a relationship–that bit I’d find out later). I knew I wanted the three strangers at the beginning of the story to be best friends by the end. I knew they’d all start with some trauma, and I wanted them all to successfully be on the path to recovery and healing by the end. 
  • Then I looked to time: I believe it’s important to know just how much ground, chronologically speaking, a book is going to cover. I needed to know how long my characters would have to experience the emotional growth mentioned above (the less time, the more the plot would have to directly affect them, the more intense that plot would need to be). I gave them the summer. Just three months to learn and get to know each other, which meant every day was going to count, and I wasn’t going to be writing a lot of moments skipping ahead in time. (If the story was to last five years, for example, I’d have a lot more room to build these relationships, and so things could unfold more subtly and with large chunks of time between.)
  • Then I look to characters: I write down all the main and minor characters (naming them is a good first step, though this can change later) and I write down both their emotional state when the story starts and what they’re actively doing with their lives, and their emotional state when the story ends and where they’re at/going with their lives then. 

As you’ll see, there’s a pattern here: I figure out point A and point B. Then I make a list of little things I want to happen, different scenes that have begun to play out in my head, interactions I want the characters to have, pitstops no the way from A to B. And slowly, I build the story around them. I begin to figure out how we get there, which road the story is going to take, and little by little, the story comes together until I have an outline that looks a bit like this:

Chapter One: Opens in [setting]. Character A talks to Character B about [topic] They meet Character C. Ends with Character A realizing [topic]. 

And so on, until we get to the last chapter. In a way, this outline becomes a script, my go-to plan. 

Do I always stick to the script? No. But when I begin to write, I keep that list pulled up beside my new blank word document, and I read it from time to time. Sometimes, once I get writing, once I begin to know the characters a bit more, and once the story finds a voice of its own, I go off script, and the story takes me places I wouldn’t have expected. But I always make sure I refer back, make sure that one way or another, I come back to to road map. It’s okay to take a pitstop on the path, to go off on a tangent, but the plot map allows me to find my way back to what’s relevant, to what I know has to happen to get from A to B. 

For any writers out there who worry about making their stories big enough, who have trouble thinking of side plots, this is also a good way to map that out and see where your story has room to grow and what it can encapsulate. It lets you see just how big the story will become and if it belongs in novel format or if, perhaps, the idea is better suited for a short story. 

To all the writers out there: how do you plot? Are you a planner or a wing-it sort of writer, or is there some way to write in between? Feel free to comment her or message with your go-to tips!

Thoughts During a Conversation


Taurus: should I have leftovers tonight or order takeout… Thai and vietnamese are healthy but, pizza sounds pretty good too… maybe a bottle of wine…are you still talking to me… I’ll just pretend I need to go to the bathroom. ..

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Im gonna have to be honest, as amazing as being in the pit was and seeing our boys up close, tonight was absolutely ridiculous and uncalled for. Yes I understand we are excited to see them, but when it gets to the point where Jungkook and Namjoon noticed and personally had to take the time to tell us to move back ??? Not only did security tell us to move back and chill out multiple times, but our own idols have to tell us too? And we still did not listen. Its unacceptable and embarrassing that we can’t even behave properly infront of them.

Yes i know we are in the pit and people are going to push but I saw so many people faint tonight because of it, and it is terrifying. People were being jabbed in their sides, climbing ontop of each other, shoving, even headbutting to get a closer view.

At one point, the two sides of the pit kept battling to get close to the boys and I actually fell down underneath everyone. i was so scared that i was going to get trampled. Someone had to shout that I fell so that people could make space so I could get up.

So take this as a lesson for all you fans that are going to the upcoming concerts. PLEASE PLEASE try your best to contain yourselves, you may not mean it but you may injure others and yourself. BTS openly expressed that we needed to step back and calm down. We need to listen to them for our own sake. I hope we will not dissappoint them like this again. Thank you.

Love Is Not Over


SUMMARY: You are Yoongi’s psychiatrist that helps him through his dark days, but what happens when your days become dark as well?

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

chapter one

December 1, 2012

You laid in bed, with your eyes wide open, waiting for your alarm to go off. It was supposed to ring in only five more minutes, but you couldn’t wait that long, so you sprang out of bed and ran to the kitchen to get some coffee. Today was the first day of your career as a psychiatrist. You worked so hard to get to this day, and it had finally arrived. You got ready in less than twenty minutes, and rushed out of the door.

When you reached the building, you realized that the lights were still off and your car was the only one in the parking lot. You sighed, turned the volume of the radio in your car up, and anxiously tapped on your steering wheel, nervous for what the day might entail.

After what seemed like hours, you spotted your new boss’s car approaching the building. You hopped out of your car and waited at the door.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any expecting parents/parents with a newborn aus? Thank you in advance~~

aaaa yes!! these are my favourite kind of AUs to be honest :P

  • “seriously? you want to name our child that?!? it’s like you want them to be bullied!!”
    • “says you! jeez, on what planet would that ever be a good name?”
  • listen, i’m really excited to have this baby with them but if they ask me about what colour the baby’s crib should be, i am actually going to throw myself out a window.
  • “here, hold them.”
    “you’re gonna break the world when you’re older, you don’t know it yet but you will.”
  • “it’s your turn, go on.”
    “they’re your child before four o’clock in the morning.”
    • “fine, fine, fine. rock, paper, scissors to see who has to go calm down the baby.”
      “glad that we’re dealing with this like adults.”
  • “why is it now that we have a child everyone suddenly wants to hang out with us like, we never talk to them!!”
  • i knew it was a bad idea to buy the crib from ikea
      • “…you were reading it upside down.”
  • we woke up in the middle of the night to someone knocking on the door, we opened the door to find a baby lying in a crib on our doorstep with nothing but a note that read; ‘take care of them, please.’ i guess we have a baby now???
    • “there’s a raging storm outside! we can’t just leave them out there!”
  • …were you aware that our baby could fly?
  • our newborn child has been really ill for a couple weeks and you’ve been really worried. luckily, we took them to the doctors and everything’s fine. yet despite it being nearly a week since we went to the doctors, you’ve slept beside the crib every night.
  • the obligatory “my-kid’s-better-than-yours” au
  • our kid is only a year old but they already rule the household and every single aspect of our lives
  • honestly, being married to you was bad enough but when we got a kid i was hoping you’d grow up a little, just maybe…now they’re two kids in the house
  • “i’m sorry, there’s nothing we could do.”
    “…i want to see my child.”
    “i..i highly advise against that.”
    • “correction: we want to see our child.”
      • “you would’ve grown up to be the best kid in the world…maybe it was too much to ask for.”
        “they’re so…beautiful but, the world will never know.”
        • “yeah…they’re still a mess and to be honest so am i. we … tried so hard to have a child and i don’t know if i - we - could ever go through that again.”
  • what the fuck is a baby shower?????
  • “you know, i’m kind of surprised your child isn’t seriously injured at this point with you two being their parents.”
    “haha, yeah…yet.”
  • my child is more talented than me and they’re only two years old.
  • “the scans have just come through and it’s been revealed that we were wrong. you’re not having a baby…you’re having two! congratulations!”
    • “TWINS????”
  • you’re so excited about getting our baby but, what if i let them down? being a parent is a big responsibility and i don’t know if i’m ready. but, i haven’t told you that i’m going to this support group either and i just hope this blows over before the baby arrives…
  • we left you to babysit our kid for literally three hours, what happened?!?

this is a weird post, it suddenly got very sad and angsty towards the middle…oops!!

hope these helped!

- jess

request and submissions are open!!:

send in requests!!
submit some aus of your own!!

I saw this pic and the first thing that came to my mind was “DO PEOPLE REALLY THINK THIS???!!” i mean WTF. I thought that most of the people would understand the show and would understand what its a mental illness and why Hannah kill herself cause THE SHOW EXPLAIN IT VERY CLEAR but i was wrong. I want to take time and answer to this cause people really need to stop.

To get to the point you first need to know that depression is not just being sad, IT IS A MENTAL ILLNESS and if you have it you really need to get help cause you can’t get through it alone. One thing you also need to learn is what  PTSD is. “ Posttraumatic stress disorder, or PTSD, is a serious potentially debilitating condition that can occur in people who have experienced or witnessed a natural disaster, serious accident, terrorist incident, sudden death of a loved one, war, violent personal assault such as rape, or other life-threatening events. Most people who experience such events recover from them, but people with PTSD continue to be severely depressed and anxious for months or even years following the event ” remember this two cause i’ll be mention them later.

1-)Hannah didn’t kill herself to prove a point, she did it DUE TO THE BULLYING AND ALL THE STUFF THAT HAPPENED TO HER.

 2-)do you think that a girl who was bullied everyday is gonna “stand up for herself”?                                                                                                       When a lot of people start telling you things everyday and start making rumours, you even start to believe them and that thing is lowering your confidence more and more and low confidence + depression is the worst combination ever. Do you really think that a girl could stop the rumours by just “standing  for herself? If Hannah had tried to stop them im pretty sure that wouldn’t have been enough cause PEOPLE LIVE FOR THE RUMOURS AND THEY LOVE SHARING THEM AND TALKING EVEN IF THEYRE NOT REAL AND EVEN IF THE VICTIM SAYS THAT IT AREN’T REAL  THEY WOULD KEEP GOING. Im sure that we all know that standing for yourself isn’t going to do anything. (what really can do is looking for help)

3-) This one was the one that made me write this post “she had a princess complex and she killed herself when she found out life isn’t like that” ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME? Here’s the thing Hannah didn’t have a “princess complex” i think Hannah, well actually we’re (almost all of the people get) excited about moving to another school, so excited to start all over again, and then suddenly this pic goes all over the school and the rumours start. People aren’t supossed to go through bullying, you’re basically telling me that rape is okay and everybody is supossed to be raped cause life is like that?        ACTUALLY, LIFE ISN’T LIKE THAT.  NO ONE IS SUPOSSED TO BE RAPED  AND TRY TO LIVE WITH THAT. SO IDK WHAT YOU MEAN BY SAYING “WHEN SHE FOUND OUT LIFE ISN’T LIKE THAT”

4-) No one cared about her, because they were all too busy bullying her, slut-shaming her and a lot of things. Why would she care about them if they didn’t give a fuck about her??  (im talking about the ones who hurt her not her parents and Clay) Also she didn’t care about her parents or the others one she loved cause remember she was suffering DEPRESSION  aka she was suffering a MENTAL ILLNESS (read the beginning if you forgot what does that mean) and when you have that you don’t care about anything, you don’t think clearly, you just want to stop everything. (quote from her)

 5-) Yes she put Clay through hell, we can’t deny that but we can agree Clay needed to listen the tapes, he was dying to know what happen to her and if he haven’t listened to them, there wasn’t going to be any justice for Hannah. She blame herself for telling him to go away and for letting him go. ACTUALLY she said it very clear that it wasn’t him it was her and all the things that had happened to her.

6-) Justin could have done something and Hannah too, Hannah and Justin were hearing all and I belive they felt like Bryce was raping them and not Jessica in that moment. But lets remember she was inside the room. (I bet that if she would have gone out of the wardrobe Bryce wasn’t going to let her go that easy) Justin was outside the room. He could have perfectly look for help and I think it’s very clear that he could have done something because Jessica doesn’t want to see him ever again. But let’s forget about that cause the 2 of them could have help Jessica. The reason in that tape wasn’t Justin, it was the guilty feeling she felt for not have done something.

7-) SHE WASN’T SELFISH. SHE HAD A MENTAL ILLNESS. She was raped and she tried to look for help but she didn’t find it. If you put yourself in her place for a second maybe you could understand. She didn’t thought about consequences cause she wasn’t in her mind, do you think that a person who thinks normally and doesn’t have any mental illness would kill himself? No.

Thanks god that series like this exist. To make people aware of what it is like to have a mental illness, and you don’t know what is going in someonelse life and what they’re going through. Also for people like you they made “13 reasons why: Beyond the reasons” its on netflix, you should watch it.

Hannah wasn’t a drama queen.

Don’t make yourself into a reason why.


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

PART 1 / PART 2 / Part 3 / PART 4

A/N: Send me your thoughts on this! Thank youuu ^^ Enjoy!

Members: Jungkook x You ft. Jimin & Taehyung
Genre: angst, fluffy, smutish
Warnings: badboy, cussing, mature
Word count: 3219

What if all this never happened. Everything would be in place and he wouldn’t have to feel this way.

“Yeah you’re too cute” girl smiled sitting in Jungkook’s lap with her arm around his neck

Jungkook’s eyes focus on you. He looked at you from head to toe. You were too damn beautiful.
It seemed like you’re staring at him too, smiling with full happiness, but no. Jungkook’s looking at you, but you’re looking at someone else. Taehyung.
He approached you and hugged you, you didn’t take your smile off your face.
Taehyung softly kissed your cheek, two of you danced together, sang along the songs.

Is it okay to be jealous on someone’s happiness?

“Hey” girl puts her index finger under Jungkook’s chin, turning his face towards her.
Jungkook looks up and down at her. His eyes travelling down her lips, eyes.
“Do you want to kiss me?” she smiled
His arm was around her lower back, his hand slowly running in circles on her thigh.

He leans in, pressing his lips on hers. It felt good, but not the same. Not same when he kissed you.
He tried to get you out of his head. More he deepened the kiss, kissed her passionately. Slowly the thought of you was gone. It felt good again.
Feeling of her hands running around his body, tugging on his shirt, so he knows she wants him.

“I’ll go get my jacket” she whispers to Jungkook’s ear and smiles walking away.

Jungkook leans back on his chair. Looking at crowd. Noticing how you didn’t even pay any attention to him tonight. Usually by now you’d be staring at him, watching him kissing other girls. That’s not the point anymore. Taehyung is your boy now. There are no games no more.
You found someone who make you happy I guess.

He stood up and walked out of the club with girl who he’ll use tonight.
Your eyes did follow him as he walked through the exit door.

He pushes her against the closed door. Kissing her neck.

Your lips are kissing Taehyung’s. More and more passionate.
Taehyung’s hands running under your shirt, taking it off.

Jungkook pushed girl on her bed, crawling on top of her. Unzipping her dress, kissing her shoulder.
She helps him and takes her dress off completely. Her hands grab on his white shirt, unbuttoning it quickly, taking it off. Jungkook’s arms placing on each side of her body, leaning down kissing her lips, neck. Making his way down her body.

His fingertips run down your soft skin. Chills run down your spine. Taehyung’s lips kiss your neck slowly.
You arch your back, and throw your head back as you feel Taehyung’s fingers go in and out. You moan his name. Feeling the pleasure. Soon after even more pleasure, pain who you loved. Taehyung kissed your lips over and over. You couldn’t help but moan.

Her voice fills the room, as he begins to trust into her faster, harder. His head buried into her neck.
Her fingers run though his hair. She pushed him off and came on top of him.
She started to grind, placing her hands on his chest. His hands on her hips to help her a bit.

Moans get louder second by second.
She leans down and kisses Jungkook’s lips, lays down next to him. Trying to catch a breath.
“Fuck me.” She laughs

Taehyung throws his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you closer, two of you cuddle.
Your lips kiss his neck, until you place your head on his chest.

Jungkook gets up, taking his boxers putting them on, his shirt and pants.
“You don’t have to leave you know?” girl smiles biting her lip
“I know, but I need to go” Jungkook said, sitting down on the bed putting on his shoes.
“I had great time tonight” she wraps her arms around his body
He moves her hands away from his body and stands up.
“Will you call me sometime?” she whispers
“No” he looks at her and walks out of the door

Walking down the quiet street, he takes his phone out and checks of you replied something. It was just an seen.
He stops and licks is lips, looking down his phone.
3:16AM: I know you’re probs with Taehyung, buuut hope you thought about what I said. I just wanna know the answer.
He clicks send and puts his phone in his pocket along with his hands, continues to walk.
His phone kept buzzing thinking a message is from you, but it was from all different girls wanting to text with him or see him.
He stops sometimes and thinks what kind of person he became after that rough breakup with his ex.
All he wanted to make a revenge after what she done to him. Everybody thinks it was just arguing, she cheated on him.
He actually loved her. Never felt something that strong about someone. He trusted her, she made him happy and then she did what she done. She made him feel crushed inside, heartbroken. He didn’t know what to do with himself, he felt like he will lose it. But why would he, just because of someone who doesn’t appreciate what she has or had in her life.

He wanted to do something to forget her. He smoked weed, yeah it felt good but it wasn’t enough. Got drunk often but it wasn’t enough. Tried to hang out more with his friends, but never felt the same.
But soon as after his friends told him to go and live a life, go out with girls, have fun with them. When he did that it didn’t change right away the feeling, but as he did it more it did. He slowly started to forget about his ex. He liked that way, he loved doing that.
Soon he became the person he is now. Everyone knows him as the guy who plays with girls, steals their hearts then throws them away.
He liked that, liked to be known as a fuckboy, as that bad guy. He was too much of a sweetheart back few years.
His heart was black, he didn’t know what means to actually feel something for someone. He was too used to just using everyone, knew the game. Knew how to make someone fall for him, make them feel special and come on his line.
He knew he got it all. Looks, charm, smile, body.

You thought he forgot about you, because he distant himself from you after finding a girlfriend and changing. He actually didn’t.
He knew you watch him, observe him as all other girls do. When you’re not looking he’s looking at you.
Knew you have feelings for him since the moment he caught you staring. You were too kind, sweet, too good of a person that he messes with and messes you up.

It was just a damn party that everything clicked. Even though he had an “girlfriend” at the time.
More he did notice you are watching, the more he wanted to make you jealous, make you crazy, think about him.
He didn’t expect to get to know you in that way first. But he knew you as a person.

After he realized what he done, how he acted towards you, now thinking how you’re happy with a person, makes him regret for not trying taking everything step by step.
But he’s afraid of falling in love. That’s why he’s acted cold and heartless. And he’ll continue to do till he gets you out of his head.

Water was falling on his head, body as he stood in the shower thinking. He throws his head back, running his hands down his face.
He hears his apartment door open and close. He freezes and watched the bathroom door.
“JUNGKOOK-AH!” he hears Jimin’s voice
“I’ll be out in minute” Jungkook shouts and turns off the water and steps out.

Few minutes took him to get dressed and he unlocks the door and walks out and heads to living room.
“Like what the fuck. You scared the fuck out of me” Jungkook looks at Jimin and sits down
“Sorry man… I just came to pick you up” Jimin smiled and shows his new car keys
“Oh damn you got a new car?” Jungkook smiled
“Yeah! It’s a bomb”
“Which one is it?”
“Jaguar f type, black one”
“OH FUCK! NICEEEE” Jungkook nods his head and stands up
“You look… Pale” Jimin laughs
“What?” Jungkook looks back at him
“I don’t know, you look tired”
“I’m fine. Let’s go” Jungkook said taking his phone and wallet

“Another fucking day.” Jungkook sighs as they get out of the car
“YOOO” some random dude puts his hand over his mouth and points at Jimin’s car
“I know I know” Jimin smiled and nodded his head

“Jungkook” his “ex” walks up to him”
He just raises his eyebrows
“I miss you-“
“I don’t care” he cuts her off and walks pass her, stop and turns around smiling
“Your loss babe” he winks and walks away with Jimin
“YOU broke up with me!” she shouted
“Do you just want to make a scene here?” Jungkook turns around and walks up towards her
“I want everyone to know what actual person you are!”
“You don’t get the part “I was using you” or “You were used” ?” Jungkook stared at her eyes
“Jungkook…” Jimin said
“No no, I NEED to hear the reply for this” he laughs, not breaking the eye contact with her
She just pushes him away and walks away.
“You’re really like mean and cold” Jimin looks at him
“I am that person, I can’t change” Jungkook slides his hands in his jeans pockets

“Taehyung. You going with us?” Jimin asked
“I already told Y/N I’ll meet with her”
“You know, Y/N is all that matters now. He’s throwing us away. You’ll need us” Jungkook looks up and down at Taehyung
“Oh come on, that is not true” Taehyung said
“You’re with her 24 fucking seven.”
“Wow” Taehyung nods his head
“I really don’t care anymore-“
“Like you ever did” Taehyung stared at Jungkook. There was a tension between them.

Being pissed off, Jungkook sat in class, his fist on his side of his face. Being bored and not listening to anything. You were sitting in front of him. How pissed off he was he didn’t even care if you’re there or not.
“Jungkook” he hears teachers name
“Yes?” Jungkook looks up and sits back on his chair
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Repeat it.”
“We are going to work in pairs, and we have to finish that project till Wednesday.”
“Correct. Who would you like to be in pair with?”
“I actually don’t even care” Jungkook let’s out a small laugh
“Okay then… You’ll be working with Y/N”
Jungkook slowly looks up at him. Staring at him.
“Excuse me?” he leans forwards
“You and Y/N are going to be working together, since you need a better grade, she is smarter than you so..” teacher explains
“Right….” He nods his head and leans back again

Bell went off. And you stood up.
“Y/N…” he said
You turn towards him.
“Jungkook.” You put on a fake smile
“Wow that’s cold” he laughs
“My place or yours?” you were not so excited
“Fine, I’ll come at 5PM” you said and took your stuff walking out of the classroom

“Welcomee to my crib” he smiled as he closed the door behind you
“Woow, you actually cleaned the place?” you laugh and take off your jacket leaving it on the sofa
“Oh come on.” He said
“Okay what we need to do?” he added
“I’ll do it.” You said looking up at him
He raises his eyebrow and keeps looking at you.
“But this a pair project”
“Like you want to do anything?” you laugh and take out the books and all other stuff you needed
“So what, I am going to watch you do the work?”
“Like you don’t want to watch me?” you look up and your eyes fall back on the papers
Jungkook licks his lips and shakes his head.
“Got anyone coming over? SO I know to hurry up with the work”
“No, no one is coming”
“Wow, I am actually surprised” you laugh
“Why?” he sits on the floor next to you
“Because you’re Jungkook. The fuckboy” you look up at him
Two of you keep looking at each other. Slowly both of your eyes fall on each other lips and quickly look up again.
“What if I am not that person actually? Like you said, I am actually weak?” he puts his elbow on the coffee table, his chin falling into his palm. You look away and look back at him
“Maybe you’re a person who wears a mask?”
“That is what I just said or asked or whatever you want to call it.”
“I hope, you’re happy.” He added
You leave your pen and look at him. You saw some kind of tiredness, worry in him. His eyes weren’t the same as they used to look at you. They looked at you differently.

“I am” you said
Jungkook nods his head looking at the floor.
“That’s good” he lifts his head up and looks at you
“Is there something wrong?” you asked
“Why would there be?” he had a confused face on
“You’re… Weird”
“Maybe trying to be good for once? Even though I told myself to be cold, and heartless towards you again so I can fucking forget you.”
“You… Feel something towards me?” you asked, your voice a bit shaky
“No. I just… Don’t know what am I even feeling actually” Jungkook runs his fingers through his hair
“You fucked me up so bad.” He added and let’s out a laugh
You stared at him. Trying to figure everything out, to think about everything.
“I feel like a weak bitch when I talk like this. Just the way you said I am” he laughed and shakes his head
“But seeing you with Taehyung, is like… Wow… Like what did I do wrong? Then remember what I done. And I then realize that I am a jealous fuck. Which I don’t want to be” he looks at you
“Taehyung, he-“
“Fought for you, actually you for him I get it. You tried to make me beg for you, but I figured you out second you started to hang out with him”
“Were you jealous of me hanging out with him?” you raise your eyebrows
“No, because I knew you think about me when you’re with him” he points
“You know that is the truth” he added
And you sigh throwing your head back.
“Well this just got serious and quiet” he said and two of you laugh.
“Let’s get back to work, I mean you” he added
“Right. I even forgot about it for a second” you laughed and take the pen in your hands again

Jungkook smiled and then watched you writing, looking at the books, searching for stuff.
His eyes watched your face, your eyes. Your eyelashes how long they actually are and actually cute. Your small nose, your lips.
He watched your movements, your hand putting a piece of your soft hair behind your ear, showing off your earrings.
A small smile grew on his face.
“Want me to help you?”
Your eyes look at his
“Yeah, search for anything that is connected with this” you point at the title
“You got it” he said and two of you smile at each other

He kept looking through the book, telling you what he found pointing at the sentences.
“Want something to eat? I can order pizza or something” he said
“Yeah I am starving” you laugh and sit on the sofa, throwing your head back, closing your eyes.
“My legs hurt”
“Well I don’t know why you even sat on the floor, you could have sat on the sofa and we could bring the coffee table closer” Jungkook laughs holding his phone in his hand
You look at the floor and coffee table. You look up at him and laugh.
“Right” you shake your head

Later pizza man came, and Jungkook puts the box down on the coffee table.
“Now that looks good!” you smiled and took a piece
“My life is complete” Jungkook took the first bite
“I actually can’t believe this is taking us so long for this” you said
“Yeah, I didn’t know it’s that huge”
“I think you don’t even know how this book looked till you saw it today” you laughed
Jungkook smiled and nods his head
“You got a point” he said

Your phone started to buzz. A lot of times.
Two of you kept looking down at your phone.
“You can answer it you know?” Jungkook said while eating
“I know. I don’t want to” you said
“It’s probably Taehyung.”
“I saw your message that you sent.” You said and took a sip of soda
Jungkook looks to the side at you and waits for you to continue on.
“I actually saw that you’re a good person today, tonight” you said looking up at him
“At least you are that way towards me. I never saw you that way towards anyone else” you added
Jungkook’s eyes fall down, he takes a breath and leaves his piece of pizza.
“I am trying. I want to try. I know Taehyung will hate me for being friend with you or I don’t know if we will be-“
“Friends?” you cut him off and keep on looking at him

Jungkook looks down at your hand and up at you. He extends his hand and two of you shake hands.
There was a silence. But sometimes silence is better than talking. It was a positive one.
Two of you smiled while continued to eat and drink.

At midnight, Jungkook and you finished the project. You write the last word down and put a dot on it.
“Oh thank fuck!” Jungkook throws the book away and leans back closing his eyes
You laughed and hold your hand you wrote with for hours.
“DAMN!” you shout and smile

Closing all the book and getting everything in place, you stand up.
“Well I better head home now” you smiled and stood up
“We did well!” Jungkook smiled and walked with you to the front door.
“We did it!” you smiled and turn towards him
“I had nice time today” you added looking at him
“Yeah, me too” he said

You had an urge to just wrap your arms around him and give him a hug. So you did that.
Jungkook looks down and puts his chin down on your head and slowly wraps his arms around you giving you a hug back.
“If Taehyung finds out about this, I will die” he finally said and two of you step from each other
“Right” you laugh
“Bye Jungkook”
“Can you go home alone?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine” you smiled and walked away.

Jungkook closes the door and smiles, nodding his head. After he cleared everything up, he took his shirt off and sweats, falling into bed.
Y/N, 12:09AM: Friends :)
He smiled and turned off his phone.

anonymous asked:

any completed getting together fics??? a lot of the ones i've seen are incomplete lol

sure! heres my getting together tag xx

Of booty shorts and Injuries by Queerklancing (4/4 | 23,862 | Not Rated)

Keith is sure that he’s having a heart attack. Or that he hurt his brain when he fell earlier. Because it’s simply not possible that the boy who’s sitting next to him is not a hallucination. How could someone so gorgeous just sit in an emergency room at night?“

Keith and Lance unexpectantly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night.

head to head, neck and neck, side by side by kushling (2/2 | 3,893 | Teen And Up)

Lance and Keith both like sparring, Avatar, and each other. They have a hard time admitting it. Pidge makes fun of them. Space swords!!!

Legendary Station by BleuSarcelle (11/11 | 29,591 | Teen And Up)

“Voltron, 104.5; the legendary station! Your Number One local station that is with you every hour of the day– Now here are some tips for those pores, plebeyos: first you gotta accept your skin needs help – I looked up this new recipe that you can actually make with less than 3 dollars, yes, I know, you’re welcome my fellow broken college students – But listen to this: Big Foot was last seen on October 1994 but somehow the Museum of Idaho finds a footprint on 2005? I call Blue Cheese, I’m telling you, there’s no way, the government – So, in theory, all you gotta do is cut the red wire or slices all four of them, and two things can happen after that: either you die or you get an A+ on your next science project –“



And HERE’S a bunch of information about her!!

Weapon: Mace ball. It’s almost as big as her, if not bigger. Every time she summons it people run away screaming.

Alignment: She was initially a part of Yellow Diamond’s court before the Gem War era. However, she switched sides to the Crystal Gems in the middle of the war.

Height: Since there are no official heights for the gems, I’ll just compare her height to my headcanon heights. Labradorite is taller than Pearl (6′2″), but shorter than Garnet (7′5″). If I could give Labradorite a measured height, it would be 6′7″.

Voice: Mariah Carey

Nicknames: Lab, Labby-D, Dora, Labra-D, ‘Dorite

Musical motif: Glockenspiel

Backstory: I already went over it a little, but she was initially a part of Yellow Diamond’s court, but then in the middle of the war she switched sides to the Crystal Gems. Once things started getting real ugly in the war, and the corruption bomb hit, Labradorite hid herself deep away into the Prime Kindergarten, in a spot where she wouldn’t be able to hear the Diamonds’ corruption song (if that’s what it was, a song). Since the end of the war, Labradorite has been wandering around the Earth, observing humans and their customs, and teaching herself their ways. Eventually she met Steven and the gang, and once in a while stops by to say hi to them.

Personality: When you first meet her, Labradorite will come off as a silent, mysterious, and imposing figure. However, as you get to know her, you realize her as a sweet, friendly, mellow person. Lab has a general calm and serene presence, from her soft, but raspy voice to her overall attitude of “I’m okay, you’re okay, everything’s chill.” However, those words don’t describe her personality entirely. Labradorite has a very playful, teasing side to her. Are you wondering why I put up a picture of her shapeshifted into the Crystal Gems? That’s because Lab shapeshifts into all of them pretty often to joke around with them and pull pranks. When she opens up from her calm and stoic self, she can be super lively and playful. Another thing about Labradorite is that she handles stronger emotions like excitement, anger, sadness, and fear in a strange way. She doesn’t initially show it when she feels it, but more just lingers on the problem that caused her to feel like this. She harps on about the problem again and again, and her feelings grow stronger, until someone has to ask her if she’s actually bothered by the problem she’s talking about. Then she vents about it, and all of her emotions come flowing out, like a dam that was holding them just shattered into a million pieces.

Additional information about Labradorite:

  • The Crystal Gem Labradorite is closest to is Garnet. She’s even admitted to the other gems multiple times about having a crush on Garnet. She talks a lot to Garnet and is often seen hanging out with her. But she’s also rather shy and blushy around Garnet (which Garnet has noticed, of course).
  • Labradorite is a very musical gem. When she isn’t talking to others, she’s sitting around, admiring nature, dancing around, all while humming or singing little tunes to herself.
  • Labradorite loves flowers! She sticks them in her hair, she collects them in backs, she gives them to people as presents, she loves flowers!!
  • Labradorite’s favorite human sport is baseball. She was super miffed at the CGs for not inviting her to their baseball match with the rubies (but she got over that relatively quick).
  • Yes, I did intentionally give Labradorite the :3 face. It’s an actual part of her design. Her mouth is really shaped like that.
  • She wheezes a lot when she laughs.
  • On top of flowers, Labradorite is also incredibly fascinated by music boxes. Especially ones that have little dancing ballerinas in them!
  • Her hair is weird! It can be spread out and used as an umbrella, and it glows different colors depending on the lighting she’s placed in.
  • She listens to human music a lot, and the genre she likes the most is Jazz. She’s particularly fond of Mariah Carey’s music, but moreso her work from the 90s than the 2000s and 2010s.
  • Her favorite place on Earth to travel to is Japan, particular for the scenery she sees there.
  • Labradorite has affectionate nicknames for she sometimes uses for Steven and the gems. She calls Steven “Meat child”, Pearl “Swan”, Garnet “Love train”, Amethyst “Puff monster”, Peridot “Goggles”, and Lapis “Princess”.
  • She hates styrofoam. She hates it with a flaming passion. She hates the noises it makes, she hates the texture of it, she hates everything about it. She also feels this way with paint, denim, and hand sanitizer. But with paint and sanitizer, she simply hates the smell more than the feel of it.
  • She loves beaches! She likes to hunt for seashells and sand dollars in the sand, and collect them.
  • She’s fascinated by human history, and studies it fairly often.

There you go, that’s everything you need to know about Labradorite! I might flesh her out more as time goes on, but that’s what I have about her for now.

contrivedcoincidences6  asked:

25 and 47 drabble?

So, I made myself write this because it’s been ages (sorry). I hope it makes sense cause in my tired brain, not many things do :)

25. “You spilt that everywhere. Who has to pick that up? Me.” + 47. “D-don’t do that with your lips.”

“Scully, are you angry with me?” Mulder leans against the doorframe, barely holding himself up. His eyes are hooded and Scully wonders, not for the first time this night, why he still able to walk and talk.  

“No, Mulder. I already told you that, remember?” He nods slowly, but of course he doesn’t remember. This is not the first time he’s asked her tonight; it’s not even the second or third. She’s going to give him another answer once she can be sure he does remember everything that went down tonight.

“What are you doing here? I told you to go to bed.” Scully winces; she’s trying to sound like his partner, his friend, or at least like the medical doctor she is. Right now, she just sounds like his mother. As an answer, she receives another nod.

“Then why are you in the kitchen?” When she turns around to him after putting a tea bag into the boiling hot water, he’s gone. Finally. Scully searches for a clean spoon in Mulder’s drawers and of course there aren’t any. She should have taken him to her place instead. Except she’d thought the painkiller cocktail she’d give him would knock him out cold once they arrived here. Mulder, though, had other plans. And lots of them. She’s never seen him drink tea, not even when he is sick, but today of all days he wants tea. Her only hope is that the warm drink might finally make him fall asleep.

Just as Scully is about to enter Mulder’s bedroom, something shatters in the bathroom. She almost lets go of the mug, but manages to put it on his bed stand without incident. She doesn’t bother to knock and enters the bathroom.

“Mulder? What happened?” At first it’s merely the smell. Peppermint. The strong scent brings tears to her eyes and she blinks twice to make them go away. Mulder stands in front of his sink, barefoot, and stares at her.

“I don’t – Scully?”

“Go to bed, Mulder,” she sighs, “I’ll clean this up.”

“Can’t sleep without brushing my teeth.” His voice is slurred and his feet uncertain. Mulder steps right into the puddle of mouth wash he’s spilt; the now almost empty bottle still slightly dripping bluish liquid. At least it’s a plastic bottle, Scully thinks, as she watches helplessly.

“It’s fine, Mulder. Just go to bed, all right? I’ll clean this up.” Swaying, he makes it past her. Scully hopes he won’t see the mug on his bedside table. This is chaotic enough; she is not in the mood to tend to possible burns, or even worse, to go back to the ER. They’d spent enough time there tonight.

“You spilt that everywhere,” Scully sighs when she crouches down to swipe up the mouth wash with a towel; he can deal with laundry once he’s back on his feet, “Who has to pick that up? Me.” She mumbles, shaking her head in disbelief.

“What?” Of course Mulder didn’t listen to her; he’s still there in the doorway, his body swaying as if to a music only he can hear, and his eyes are on her.

“Mulder, what I did I tell you?” Her patience is beginning to wear thin. Very, very thin. Next time he hurts himself, she decides, she’ll leave him at the hospital.

“You’re angry with me, aren’t you? Are you angry with me, Scully?” She wants to yell at him that yes, she is angry. She’s furious, actually. Because if only he’d listened to her, none of this would have happened. He wouldn’t have run after an alleged suspect all by himself, get tangled up in a fishing net of all things, and then land on his side. Painfully. He might not feel his broken ribs right now, but Scully knows he’ll feel them tomorrow. Her anger can wait until then, too.

“No, I’m not,” she assures him instead, taking a deep breath; she realizes the mistake too late and almost gags on the powerful peppermint smell, “I just want you to go to bed. You need to sleep, Mulder. You’ll be in a lot of pain once the painkillers wear off.” Some of her words seem to get through to him because he finally trots off. With the bathroom door open, she hears faint rustling sounds as she takes another towel to get rid of the appalling liquid on the floor. She throws both towels into his already full laundry basket, turns off the lights and joins Mulder in his bedroom. Her hands, or really everything, smell like peppermint as she carefully sits down next to him. His eyes pop open again. His exhausted eyes make her smile.

“I’m thirsty.” Mulder tells her and Scully’s smile withers away. She takes the still way too warm mug into her hand and he reaches for it greedily. Not ready for another disaster, she keeps it away from him.

“It’s still too hot to drink, Mulder.” So she does the only thing she can think of at the moment: she purses her lips and blows.

“D-Don’t do that with your lips.” Mulder pleads, his eyes fixated on her.

“Do what?”

“With your lips. That… thing. Don’t.”

“You don’t want me to blow on your tea?” This time it’s him who winces and Scully has to keep herself from grinning. “Here, Mulder. Drink some of it and then sleep.” He noisily drinks from the mug and hands it back to Scully, who puts it on the nightstand.



“You smell minty fresh.” His eyes, heavy with sleep, finally fall shut and his lips curl upwards in a small smile.

“Well, so do you.”

“Hmm. We should kiss, you know.” Scully stares at him, his eyes still closed, his smile still there.

“You should sleep.” She whispers, leaning in slightly.

“My idea is better.” He pouts.

“If you remember any of this tomorrow, Mulder, we might try out your idea.”