and you guys basically are anyway

the nudist and the prudist [jk pov]

❛❛ jungkook wanted you, but he would never be enough for you. ❜❜

COUNT → 6.875

GENRE → angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → mentions of sex | explicit language | alcoholism

note: so some of you requested part of tnatp in jungkook’s pov!!!!! im not entirely happy with this because it’s just so long??? and its basically just recycled material. but if u wanna understand what jungkook was thinking, this is the drabble for you. its not a drabble. i lied. look at the word count. but i still wanna call it a drabble. its a “long drabble thats not really a drabble” drabble. anyway i hope u guys like it and dont think this is too long LMAO

Jungkook was naked, but that wasn’t anything new.

A streak of sunlight shone in through a crack in his blinds, alerting him that it was the start of a new day. Unwrapping his arm from around the naked body still asleep beside him, he maneuvered around her so he didn’t wake her up, then draped the comforter back over her as he stood to his full height. He ran his fingers through his tousled, black hair thoughtfully, knowing without looking at a mirror that it was a mess after they fornicated on the dining room table, the kitchen’s bar, the living room couch, against many walls throughout the house, and finally stopping in his own bed last night.

It was a good thing all his other roommates had been out so they didn’t hear them. Out of all his fuck buddies, Jihyo was the loudest—but he liked it when she was loud. It told him he was doing something right, and using his penis was about one of the only things he could do right.

Closing his bedroom door gently behind him, he padded down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. At the sight of his boxers in a pathetic heap by the stairs, he bent over to pull them past his hips, followed by his sweatpants he’d been wearing last night not even a few inches away. In the past, he wouldn’t have even bothered clothing himself—especially so early in the morning—since all his roommates had gotten used to his streaking habit a long time.

But something had changed recently.

That change was you.

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I just finished watchig the Czech dubbing version which aired tonight and in the end Mary did not send Sherlock “to hell” at all.

She basically said “fuck you” if I translate back to English. Not the exact same curse in Czech but the closest probably.

Anyway, my point is they were dubbing all three episodes together!! If it was somehow connected to “Hell” the city, they would surely translate it differently. Also we do have exactly the same curse like “go to hell” which they could have used and it is “táhni do pekla”. And she didn’t say that. Also if they meant that he is supposed to go through hell as in, suffer, she would use a different czech term as well.


So, i know most of you probably won’t give a damn about it, but i’ve recently came out to my parents as gay.
I mean, i don’t even know why i have to label myself as gay, like yes i like boys but does it really matter? I mean, is it so important that i’m more into boys than girls?
Anyways, what surprised me was my dad’s reaction to it.
He basically said he was given his son this way, and he would never change anything of him. This made my whole day, seriously. I was desperate because my ex dumped me without any kind of explanation, literally, he just left.
I was lonely, depressed, but my dad was there for me, and helped me get through this.
There’s nothing bigger than our family’s love, just never underestimate it.
I know i barely share private contents with you guys, but this time i just felt like doing it.
We’re almost at 95k and this is beyond amazing, considering i joined tumblr since may (and i still have to learn so many things about it lol.)
So, thanks to everyone who follows & supports this blog, i love y'all

Voltron fic recs, the threequel


I’m sorry I’ve been so absent recently. Excuses, excuses etc. etc. but basically I’ve had a bazillion work socials, commissions up the wazoo and am severely lacking in sleep. These things combined do not make for good artings. 


Have some more fic recs! Knock yourselves out. See if you can spot the thing I said I wasn’t interested in and would probably never read >__> Ahaha ha look how that turned out…

As with any rec list, please pay attention to the tags and warnings <3

all we have to do - 19.5K; klance; Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.

equations for a falling body - 25k; klance; Keith, Lance, an alien drug and an enclosed space, and what happens after.

To the Universe and Back with You - 10k (WIP); klance; When Keith took off after the Galra empire fell he left Lance with a broken heart and a whole lot of resentment. Fast forward seven years later and Lance is the only paladin living on Earth, with his cat Peaches for company. It’s not perfect, but he’s happy. That is, until Shiro summons them to form Voltron again…

it’s quite bizarre, and will remain this way - 16.5k; klance; Keith is determined to keep his head down while serving out his community service volunteering at the Rex Alfor Memorial Space Muesum, but one rather loud member of staff won’t leave him alone…

shining like the stars - 139k (WIP); shklance; In a bid to help strengthen team Volron and their lion bonds, Allura takes the paladins on a pilgrimage to face the trials in the paladin temples. Keith unexpectely presenting as an omega rather throws a rather large spanner in the works…

Stormchasing - 18k; klance; Lance never intended to spend his vacation chasing after Keith’s premonitions, but here he is. Keith makes bad decision, Lance makes mistakes, and both of them are stuck together on a space pirate adventure neither of them asked for.

Purple Marks and Bleeding Hearts - 46.5k (WIP); klance;  Lance’s newest job is not what the sniper signed up for when he joined team Voltron. This mark shouldn’t be any different from the other Galra, but he is.

Feel the Bonds - 53.5k; klance; Being a paladin of Voltron is honestly the coolest thing that ever could’ve happened to Lance, but the people who should know probably never will. And despite their fighting, Keith is there for him when Lance is feeling particularly homesick. 

I’ve seen crowdfunded projects crash and burn, but for my money, one of the most entertaining failures was a Kickstarted tabletop roleplaying game a few years back. I won’t be naming any names, since the poor guy’s clearly having a hard enough time as it is, but there should be enough information in this post to hunt it down if you’re morbidly curious.

Anyway, the target was met and exceeded, and the projected due date came and went. Nobody was particularly surprised, since crowdfunded indie projects basically never make their projected deadlines. Months passed, apologies were issued, backers were repeatedly reassured that everything was on track - the usual song and dance.

A few more months passed. Updates were scant, and handful of people asked for refunds, receiving them after variable amounts of dicking around. Not necessarily a sign of catastrophe, but folks were getting antsy, and the backer updates had been silent for an unusually long time.

Then right out of the blue, this big, ranty post went up, in which the project owner set forth the following:

1. The fact that people backed his project proved that the backers had surplus income, and the fact that they chose to spend it on financing the production of luxury goods (i.e., tabletop RPGs) rather than immediately giving it to the poor proved that they’re all bourgeois scum.

2. More narrowly, the backers had wronged him in particular by backing his project. Since that money was theoretically contingent upon the delivery of finished goods, the act of backing his project represented a monstrously predatory act of economic coercion against him.

3. In redress for this wrong, he would be keeping all of the remaining money, and neither a finished game nor any further refunds would be forthcoming. Anybody who felt slighted by this decision should take it up with the other backers, since it was their fault for creating the situation in the first place.

So yeah.

Dude’s Kickstarter crashed and burned so hard, he became a radical socialist.


“On a night like this, a man might believe anything’s possible.”

Help a friend out?

Hey everyone!! So I have a really big request so I really really wanted to go to the tatinof show in Berlin and I did almost get vip tickets but I dind’t know my dad’s credit card’s security code and basically the card got blocked and my vip tickets (and normal tickets) were gone :)))) thanks universe

But anyway I would really really really fucking appreciate if you guys could reblogged this so that maybe someone with a spare vip ticket could see this?

I am fucking desperate I love dnp so much and I literally dedicate all of my life to them and the fact that I can’t meet them is??? I’ve just not been feeling good at all ever since the tickets got released and all of this happened
<3thanks so much

(message me if you have a ticket or have any information at all I am extremely desperate)

So I dunno if any of you know, but I enjoy Undertale quite a bit. I dunno if I’d consider myself a part of its fandom but I love the game and I really love the characters in it, so maybe? :/ Regardless, I’ve been wanting to draw some of the characters for some time, so I did! So this is basically just a big sketch dump of the Undertale characters, and me trying to get a grasp on how I’d draw them. Undyne, Frisk, and Asgore are by far my favorite characters, but all of the characters in the game are very much lovable. C: If I’m not careful I might start doing mini headcanons for these characters too. >.>

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy! C:


Caejose Week 2016
Day 7 - Growing Old

you guys remember that Howl’s Moving Castle au i did last september? well its back

it’s so fun to go from watching a phil liveshow which is basically ‘guys look at this new thing oh i saw this animal the other day and this happened also let’s talk about my clothes and fun things’ to dan’s liveshows which are ‘all of you shut up i’ve got something really–oh yeah also i need to talk about phil for a few minutes–anyway *gives great life advice* you’re all terrible and we’re all gonna die ily bye’



So if ya’ll like MP100 you should read “Tomorrow Isn’t Always Another Day” by suitablyskippy  ‘cause it’s really good! 

anyway yeah,, my art is very bad but this shit made me laugh and I wanted to try and draw it~

Three’s a Crowd.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Member: Taehyung x Reader x OC

Type: Poly au, Smut, Angst, Fluff.

Part 1. (1/?)

You’d call it crazy if I told you how it all happened. But I’m going to tell you anyway. There was this girl and there was this guy, both fairly attractive and both fairy in love. Their names were Mika and Taehyung. Mika and Taehyung had known each other since they were little and basically grown up together. They were close as close could be and nothing could break them apart, except for that fact that Mika was also in love with someone else too. In love with a girl. Mika had met this girl when she was looking for a place to stay for a while after moving to Seoul. Mika took an interest into this girl and they both became quick friends after Mika offered her the extra room in her apartment. Later on in their blossoming friendship, Mika had found out that the girl too had taken an interest to her and they both became close than usual friends would. Taehyung had noticed this sudden change in his relationship when their date nights would turn into 3 friends hanging out and his girlfriend would constantly talk about this girl even in their intimate times. This girl was oblivious to the fact that she was barging into their relationship unintentionally until Taehyung had brought it up when they were left alone while Mika had gone to the restroom. This girl was gobsmacked at how stupid and clueless she has been and tried to explain to the boy that she had no intention to ruin their relationship, standing up from the coffee table to gather her things to leave until Mika rushed back, pushing the girl back down into the seat before sitting down herself, grabbing both of their hands before sending them a small smile. That was when Mika had made a drastic proposal, leaving both of her lovers shocked at her words. A polyamorous relationship wasn’t something that was on their minds. Taehyung would’ve declined the proposal but he had grown some sort of soft spot for this girl and had always fantasized about a 3 way. But this girl, this girl was uncertain about the whole thing. She loved Mika and had also grown some sort of soft spot for Taehyung but she knew how much they loved each other and had so much chemistry and history. This girl wanted to say no. This girl wanted to leave. This girl knew it wouldn’t work out in the end. This girl knew in her heart that something would go horribly wrong. This girl knew that two’s a company and three’s a crowd. This girl knew she was making the wrong choice but she accepted it. This girl…was me. 

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My Favourite Christmas Present

A/N: what’s that? Some sexy Reid x reader smutty smut smut?

Yes this is a repost of an old story of mine (one that was actually plagiarised on ao3…lol. And by plagiarised I mean actual chunks of text copy and pasted, not just the basic scenario… Anyway…)

Enjoy! Oh and like and leave replies and shit. Likes, replies and asks are encouragement for me… And may help my new story come along!


“So we’ll see you guys in three days then, yeah?” Morgan had finished loading up the SUV with the rest of the teams bags and addressed you and Spencer as you stood by the door.

“Yep, some time away from you guys is just what I need! Maybe I’ll actually get in a few runs on the slopes without Penny dragging my ass down onto the snow.” You responded lightly, rubbing your still bruised butt.

“Hahaha. Well see if you can get Spencer to join you then. He’s not set foot on the ski’s this whole time we’ve been here.”

“Nope, nope, not gonna happen.” Spencer told his friend.

“Not even the ice rink?”

“Maybe…. MAYBE the ice rink.”

“I’ll see you two crazy kids later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Bye!” You and Spencer waved the rest of the team off, before retreating back into the warmth of the cabin.

The whole team had rented a cabin for some weekend skiing and much needed fun before Christmas. The last couple of cases had hit everyone hard and Rossi had suggested that some team bonding and light relief was in order.

Neither you or Spencer had any family that you were spending Christmas with, his mom was going on a cruise with the other residents in her hospital and your family lived in England. So you’d decided to extend the booking on the cabin, making sure to go on a grocery run yesterday before the team left, making sure you had enough food in to be able to cook a mammoth Christmas feast for the two of you. You were looking forward to it just being the two of you, you got on well with Spencer. You were the closest in age and shared a similar taste in TV shows and movies. Since joining the BAU you’d become fast friends and it would be nice to spend some time away from Dereks teasing.

No matter how many times you told him that there was nothing going on between you and Reid, he wouldn’t let up. You knew it was harmless, but sometimes it did get to you. If you dug deeper, you knew it was because you did kinda have the teeny tiniest crush on Reid which you knew would be in no way reciprocated. How could it be, Spencer was gorgeous, kind, intelligent. He was pretty much perfect in every way, except for the fact that his social graces were sometimes a little off. But anyway, it was just a small crush. Nothing you couldn’t handle.

“I’m heading to the slopes for a bit. You sure I can’t tempt you?” You started to tug on your skiing gear which was still by the door.

“Not a chance… I’m gonna catch up on some more reading, maybe watch some Dr Who. Have fun.”

When you returned two hours later, snow was starting to fall again outside. You were exhausted and cold but you were happy. You stood on the front porch of the little cabin, stamping the snow off your boots, before entering, the heat from the roaring fire that Spencer had lit, hitting you immediately.

“Hey! Did you you have fun?” He look up from his spot on the couch. He was wearing a ridiculous Christmas jumper which Penelope had bought him and his glasses. He looked adorable.

“I did. I’m just gonna hop in the shower, and then maybe we can have some hot chocolate?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You ran upstairs and jumped in the shower, the hot water soothing against you cold, achey muscles. You dressed quickly afterward, pulling on your own tacky sweater which was covered in reindeers before heading down to the small kitchen and making two huge mugs of hot chocolate, pouring a dash of whiskey into each mug.

Walking back into the living area, you set one cup down and then bent to hand Spencer his.

His hand reached out and somehow knocked against yours awkwardly, making you lose your grip on the mug and sending hot chocolate splashing everywhere as the mug clattered to the floor.

“Oh shit shit shit.” Both of your sweaters were covered in the hot sticky liquid and you quickly ripped yours off, seeing Reid do the same.

You ran into the kitchen and dumped some cold water into a bowl, grabbing some kitchen towel. Spencer had taken the worst of the spill and was sitting up on the couch holding his t-shirt away from his skin when you returned. He’d picked up the mug and had used your sweaters to mop up the liquid that had made it on to the floor.

“I’m sooo sorry, Y/N.” He said, looking at you apologetically.

“It’s fine. It’s fine. But…erm… You might wanna take off your t-shirt too. I bought in some cold water in case you were burnt.”

He looked down at his soaked t-shirt and then back up at you where you were standing in your tank top. Hesitating slightly, he tugged his shirt off over his head, removing his glasses too. You crouched down on the floor in front of him, dipping a few sheets of kitchen towel into the cold water and then dabbing them lightly to his chest, where his skin was slightly pinker than normal.

“Does it hurt?” You knew what a bitch burns could be.

“Only a bit. But that’s helping. What about you?”

“My jumper took the worst of it.” You dipped a fresh sheet in, discarding the sodden ones into the pile with the mug and your jumpers. You’d clean them up later.

Pressing the new towel to his tummy, you allowed yourself to look at him. For someone so tall and skinny looking, Spencer was actually quite toned. Not overly muscley like Morgan was, but his body had definition. Not thinking, you ran your hand over his chest, hearing a sharp intake on breath from him. You quickly pulled away.

“Sorry.” You muttered, looking away from his gaze.

“Don’t be. It erm… it felt nice having your hands on me.”

What now?

You looked back to his face, meeting his eyes.

Reaching out with your hand, you tentatively touched his chest again, letting your hand trail over his smooth skin. You shuffled closer on the floor so you were kneeling between his legs, hearing his breathing quicken.

He leant forward, placing his own hand on your arm and stroking the skin softly with his long fingers. The tension in the room as so heavy you would have literally been able to slice through it. You both knew where this was going but you were both waiting for the other person to make the next move.

“Spence….. ” You whispered, wondering if you should state the obvious and just ask him if you could kiss him. You didn’t get chance to. He moved forward, pressing his mouth to yours.

He slipped off the couch so that he was kneeling on the floor next to you, never once breaking his kiss.

Ugh. God, his kiss. One the few times you’d allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to kiss him, it had never even come close to this. His lips were warm and soft, moving sweetly against yours before he was certain that you weren’t going to pull away, and then becoming more urgent, more passionate. Your hands were still trailing over each other, yours on his chest, his on your arms before slowly moving to your neck and caressing the dip just below your hairline. You moaned softly, that area being particularly sensitive for you.

Your lips parted and you swiped your tongue against his lower lip feeling his mouth open to you, his tongue meeting yours as you deepened the kiss. He tasted of coffee, probably the last drink he’d had. Slipping your hands to his back, you pushed your body against his, the heat of his chest warm through the thin material of your top.

You pulled away to suck in a breath, hearing him whine at the loss of contact. His hands ran down your body to the hem of your top and he looked at you, asking silently for permission to remove it. You nodded, raising your arms for him, and pulling your hair through the neck of your top.

Spencers eyes raked over your torso and you suddenly felt nervous and shy. You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to hide yourself.

“Don’t do that….You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He reached for your arms and tugged them down.

“I’m really not Spence.” You whispered.

“You are to me. From the moment I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’d ever met, inside and out.” He raised his hands to your face, gently cupping your chin and tilting it back up to him.


“Really. I just never once in a million years imagined that we’d ever be in this position. This feels like a dream.”

You couldn’t help but giggle and he raised his eyebrows in question.

“I’m sorry Spencer. I’m not laughing at you. Just….. I’ve had a crush on you since we started working together as well. I just never thought you’d like me.”

He chuckled too before commenting “Think about how much time we’ve wasted then.”

“I know right. So let’s not waste anymore.”

Not waiting for a response you pressed your lips back to his and reached around your back to unhook your bra. Sliding it off your arms and onto the floor, you pulled on Spencer, indicating you wanted to lie down. You lay back on the rug in front of the fire, Spencer laying over you and propping himself on his arms, placing them either side of you.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I know we’ve just admitted we like each other but… erm… well we don’t have to do do this today if you don’t want to.”

Ghosting your hand over his chest you told him “I want to. But if you don’t, then we can stop.”

“I want to as well. I’m just trying to be a gentleman here.”

You laughed at him again, pulling him down on top of you, crashing his lips against yours. As you were kissing, he shifted his position, placing his knee directly between your thighs and moving it slightly, rubbing it against you. The friction of his corduroy clad leg against your jean covered centre was delicious and you let out a soft moan.

Releasing your lips he began a slow journey down your neck, kissing along your throat, your shoulder blade, lightly ghosting over the swell of your breasts. Every so often he’d glance up, looking at you from beneath his eyelashes, his hair falling forward over his face. You watched with half closed eyes as he circled your areola with his tongue, the pink flesh pebbled and hard at his touch. He kept his knee between your thighs, slowly rocking it against you, your heavy breathing turning into gasps.

He nipped at your hard nub, flicking it with his tongue before kissing his way down your tummy.

“I can taste where the hot chocolate managed to seep through your top.” He told you, licking across you abdomen, poking his tongue into your belly button and making you squirm.

Moving lower he slid down your body, his knee retracting from your thighs and his hands moving to the buttons of your skinny jeans.

“Is this okay?” He asked cautiously, wanting to give you chance to change your mind.


He undid the buttons and zip and slid his fingers into the waistband, slipping them under the elastic of your panties too. You raised your hips and allowed him to pull them off you, chuckling as he removed your socks afterwards, kissing your ankle bones one by one.

He rested back on his knees appraising you, his hazel eyes even darker that normal and a thick bulge pressing against the front of his trousers.

“Not fair that I’m naked and you’re not, Spencer.” You pouted your bottom lip out.

“I’m not nearly as beautiful naked as you are. Guys look funny, all dangly bits and stuff.”

You grinned at him, knowing exactly what he meant. Pushing yourself upright, you reached for the buttons on his pants, unfastening them and tugging the zip down, seeing a flash of navy blue briefs underneath. Pulling both of the pants and briefs down his hips, you smirked as his erection was released from the confines of his underwear. Glancing upwards, you saw that his face had coloured red.

“Why are you blushing, Reid?” You asked him, pushing your hair back behind your ears.

“Erm… I just… Er…”

You were at eye level with his navel, so you shuffled on the floor so that you could lean forward and kiss his flat stomach. He had a thin snail trail of hair leading down into his pubic region so you followed it down with your lips, stopping when you reach his neatly trimmed groin.

Reaching out with your hand, you gently grasped his length and then lowered your head allowing your lips to slip over his tip.

“Oh god… ”

Swiping your tongue over his head you formed a tight ‘o’ with your mouth, sliding it up and down his shaft taking him as far into your mouth as was comfortable, the slightly salty taste of precum against your tongue.

“Oh fuck…. Oh…” He rasped out, his hands moving to the back of your head and tangling in your hair. You let your hand trail up his thighs and move between his legs, cupping him lightly and stroking the sensitive skin there, feeling a small shudder.

You work on him for a few minutes, his moans so sweet to your ears, his curses which you so rarely heard, doing things to your body.

“Oh fucking hell…. Y/N you need to stop… It’s too good… I’ll…. ”

You dragged your lips up and down him one more time before releasing him from your mouth and leaning back on your hands.

“You’ll what, Spencer?”

“You know what…. ”

“Do I?” You lay back on the rug, lazily trailing a hand down your body and seeing his mouth part as he followed it with his eyes.

“Yes…. You do…..”

“Hmmm.. Maybe.” You let me your hand slip between your legs, Spencers eyes now wide and you ran a finger down your slit, feeling how wet you were.

“Spencer…. Don’t make me do this to myself. ”

He let out a deep groan and quickly shed the rest of his clothing, positioning himself back between your legs and leaning forward two kiss your lips.

“Do I need anything?” He asked.

“I’m on the injection. And I’m clean. But there’s a condom in my purse somewhere if you’re bothered.”

“I’m clean too. So….?”

“Then we’re good to go.”

Raising your legs you hooked them around his waist, his hand disappearing between you as he placed himself at your entrance and then slowly pushed inside.

“Fuuuck.. ”

The same expletive left both of your mouths exactly the same time causing you both to grin at each other.

“Okay?” Spencer eyes searched your face, looking for sign that you weren’t comfortable.


Capturing your lips in another kiss, he began to move against you slowly at first and then quickening his pace as you became accustomed to the shape of each other. You moaned against his mouth, your nails raking up and down his back as he filled you, rocking against your sweet spot as he thrust.

He pulled away and straightened up slightly. “Can you put your legs over my shoulders?”

You could and you did, and when he leant back over, bending you body, the new position sent ripples of pleasure through you.

You slipped your hand between your bodies, needing something extra which he wouldn’t be able to give you as he needed both arms to hold himself up.

“Might if I….?” You asked, knowing that some guys would find it an insult.

“Oh fuck… Not at all… ” His eyes looked down between you and you saw him bite his lip and a low groan escape his throat as you started to rub your throbbing clit. The extra friction was just what you needed and a few minutes later the combination of your fingers and Spencer thrusting inside you, had you gasping in pleasure.

“Oh god… Fucking christ… Spence…. Oh shit…. ” Your eyes closed as you started to tremble, your orgasm surging through you.

You opened your eyes and removed your hand, giving Spencer a shy smile as you realised he’d stilled his movements as he watched you come.

“Carry on…” You urged him.

“Sorry… ” He began his thrusting again, moving faster now he knew you’d finished. Less that two minutes later he had his own eyes scrunched shut and his lips parted as he came inside of you, warm liquid filling you. He collapsed on top of you and buried his face into the crook of your neck, just panting for a few moments as your stroked his hair with your hands.

“Well… I can honestly say I never expected that to happen here. I mean I kinda hoped it would but….. ” Were his first words when he could finally speak.

“Yep… I’m with you there. And erm.. We’ve get two more days here Spencer.” You remained him, feeling him smiling against your neck.

“So we do…. Y/N. I think you might be my favourite Christmas present ever.”

“Ditto Spencer, Ditto.”

I don’t have any new art so i just used this old art from my phone to update my current status. 😂

Anyway sorry for the inactivess. I’m currently busy dating my game; persona 3. Once Hachi fall in love, she won’t back down. Game is not an exception.

Sometimes kdramas have such a basic and superficial synopsis like, pretty girl thinks shes ugly but meets a rich guy etc and you’re just like ‘cliche but i’ll watch it anyway’ and then you’ll be halfway through the first episode and suddenly 3 people have been murdered, the lead has a dark family history and the drama starts hitting you head on with societal problems that need to be tackled. 


Yes yes you heard right, after seeing Supernatural all over tumblr for the past 3 years i gave in and started watching it and i was basically hooked after the first episode. I am on season 10 now and I LOVE IT, I fucking hate you guys for dragging me into this…But on the bright side i understand all the references i see on tumblr about supernatural now!


I was going to ask you guys if you guys would want me to write images about Supernatural???. I wont be doing One Direction Anymore. Anything i have up will stay the way it is but i wont write anything else. Anyways, let me guys know what you guys think..

“Hello again Lance.”

“Oh hey Lotor, came back for more?”

“Oh yes, I did.”

OMG YOU GUYS! I can’t believe my last piece has almost 900 notes! Thanks so much! And since it went so well I’m inspired to continue this little story! Lance is still captured on a Galra ship. It’s not looking very good. But hey he still has his bad ass sass! Anyway, I didn’t really want to put Lotor in this one because I kind of wanted to leave it to your guys imagination. But to me I hope he’s a little swave and methodical, basically kind of the complete opposite of how he was in the original lol I do hope he does end up with that helmet though because come on, it’s a great helmet. 

Also if anyone wants to (*cough*) write a fan fiction based on my work (*cough*) and um send it to me to read (I can’t write fan fiction for shit) that’d be great! Thanks again you guys! Enjoy!