and you need to quit it

BTS Reaction | Wanting to try anal

Request; bts reaction to you wanting to try anal

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would certainly want to try it with you at least once but it wouldn’t be something he would push if you were too uncomfortable or in pain.

“Fine, but if it becomes too much and you’re not comfortable, we’re stopping”

Kim Seokjin

Seokjin wouldn’t be as eager to try it as some of the other members but if it was something you really wanted to try, he wouldn’t say no.

“Only if we do things properly, because you know it’s probably going to hurt, right?”

Min Yoongi

Yoongi would turn the idea away, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to but it was more so he didn’t see the need to try it.

“Why would we try that? I’m perfectly happy with where my dick goes already and do you know how much prep you’d need? I could have had you suck my dick in that time”

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok was always down for trying anything you wanted to try, the only thing that was putting him off was the thought that he could possibly hurt you.

“If it hurts too much we’re stopping but I think if we do it a few times we’ll both enjoy it”

Park Jimin

Jimin wouldn’t really be that up for trying it since he knew that it could hurt and that is something he’d never want to do.

“You know it can hurt? I don’t want to hurt you Y/N, even if I do everything properly, you could still feel some pain”

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung would be down for it more than the others, the idea alone exciting him since he was eager to try most things.

“We’ll do it but I’m not going to rush things, I want you to be comfortable so bring that pretty little ass of yours over here”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook wouldn’t quite understand why you wanted to since he knew that it could possibly be painful for you and he was too impatient to prep. 

“I just don’t see why, I have two places that my dick can go already and I’m quite happy with those, I don’t need a third”

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New 10,000 word article covering the state of Harajuku’s scene, and Japanese street fashion in general, just published on Medium. It includes issues, trends, shops, personalities, brands, and other things shaping Japanese street fashion in 2017. Spent quite a few hours writing this one, hope you enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Victuuri dragons??? I need dragons as much as I need mermaids

I triED

i’m sorry if this isn’t what you expected but when i draw dragons they look everything but cute ;A;

I wanted Viktor to have softer curves because he’s a graceful nerd 

Yuuri looks edgy af but he’s a soft boi. The softest boi.

Viktor is like a wyvern, while Yuuri’s body is based off the traditional japanese dragon, a ryū- it’s quite long and wavy.

motormouth02  asked:

I want to do youtube when I'm older, got any tips/advice?

That depends on what you mean by “do youtube”.

If you mean “for a living” then you’re off to a bad start. I don’t think it’s very wise for anyone, ever, to count on Youtube being a source of income. Very few people succeed, and even fewer people can sustain a living. Don’t start Youtube to make money. Do it only if you want to do it, regardless. Get a job that allows you to pay whatever bills you need to pay each month, and do Youtube as a hobby. Maybe you will make money, maybe you won’t. Youtube in general is WAY too unstable to start “working” for. Just look at animation on Youtube, it basically ended careers in a month, due to a random algorith change. Take Danny, of the Game Grumps, for example. He didn’t quit his “real job” until after having been on Grumps for several months.

If you mean as a hobby, however.. Why wait? Just start, do whatever you wanna do, make friends and have fun, that’s the whole point of Youtube! :)

anonymous asked:

So I just played the Witcher 3 game, and I was marveling at the fighting style Geralt uses. Obviously there are so many differences between that game and realistic swordplay, but the main one I wanted to know about was where you'd store your sword when you're not fighting. I know you've said storing a sword on your back isn't very practical, but what I'm wondering is where you'd store a long sword or a hand-and-a-half sword. Would it still be at the hip? Thanks in advance for the reply!

I love the Witcher 3′s combat system, so you get no arguments from me.

The sword is called a sidearm, you may have heard that term before in reference to handguns. It’s the same, the modern handgun has replaced the sword as a weapon but serves a similar purpose both functionally in combat and culturally. You wear it buckled on your hip.

For a weapon to function, it needs to be in a place that’s easily reached and at the ready. Whether it’s a sword buckled on our back or the staff we left in our room or the pepper spray buried at the bottom of our purse. A weapon doesn’t do us a lot of good if we don’t have access to it.

When you’re trying to come up with ways your character might store or what places on their body they carry their weapons, here’s some simple rules.

1) Accessible

2) Easily drawn

3) Nowhere that hinders

4) Sensible i.e. not annoying

The action of drawing your weapon, whether it is a knife, a gun, or a sword should be one smooth motion that transitions quickly into a defensive stance. If you’re about to be attacked or in process of being attacked then time is a luxury you don’t have.

On to the Witcher:

The Sword’s Path has a great breakdown on The Witcher 3 combat vs HEMA (Historical Martial Arts) fencing. I would give it a look. He talks a lot about the fundamentals of sword combat and how you could use techniques similar to what we see in the Witcher 3 but would actually work. He also does a great job of explaining the fundamentals and logic behind it. He’s got a nice video for beginners interested in HEMA with a great breakdown of the longsword and lots of resources.

I’d also checkout sieniawskifencing, a channel run by Sztuka Krzyżowa dedicated to the Polish fencing discipline called Cross-Cutting, Sabre Cross-Cutting, or Polish Sabre Cross-Cutting. Compare with Scholagladiatoria dueling with what will be probably be the more familiar 19th century British military sabre.

The Witcher 3 is a video game made by Polish developers. The games are loosely based on The Witcher series. The books are written by a Polish author, Andre Sapkowski and are basically the Polish Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter. If you ever want to hear Sapkowski get testy about the video games, you can find it. (Read his books, you’ll understand.)

Both draw heavily on Polish history, Polish culture, Polish fairy tales/mythology, and the Polish approach to medieval/renaissance/longsword combat in their design rather than what we see from Western Europe like France, Germany, England, etc. They’re Polish. Sword combat in Western and Eastern Europe is not unified, it varies culture to culture, sometimes a lot within the same culture, and the limitation in HEMA is that its a historical reconstruction based on the sources available. The only documentation we have is from the people who bothered to write it down, and were lucky enough to have their writings survive. So, pointing to a historical text and saying “that’s how this German swordmaster did it” doesn’t help us that much when it comes to looking at Poland.

Geralt’s fighting style is obviously over the top and built on flourishes, but I remember seeing that The Witcher 3′s combat was based off a fencing style or there were fencers who consulted. I unfortunately can’t source it. However, if you look at Polish Sabre Cross-Cutting you may see some move sets that are similar even though they’re performed with a sabre instead of a longsword.

The combat in The Witcher 3 is not quite as far out of reach as you might think. It just needs a little tweaking and less spinning.


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anonymous asked:

Mulder and Scully make dinner together and mess it up

Things That Happen in the Kitchen
by mldrgrl
Rated PG13

“Scully, can I ask you a personal question?” Mulder asked.  He’d been twirling a pencil between his fingers and watching her type up a report on her computer for the better part of fifteen minutes, and she knew from experience that his silence wouldn’t last long.

“No,” she answered, taking only a brief pause before she began typing again, trying to ignore his gaze, which she could feel boring holes into the back of her head.  Her neck tingled and she flicked her head back to shake the feeling away

“Can you cook?”

“Of course I can cook.”

“Why, ‘of course?’  I’m supposed to believe you can do everything perfectly?”

Scully smiled in spite of herself, but her back was to Mulder so she knew he wouldn’t see her amusement.  “Seven years later, you’ve finally caught on.”

“You know what I’ve also learned in seven years, Scully?”


“I need proof.”

Scully smiled again, but kept typing.  “What about you?”

“Does soup count?”



“Not quite.”

“I guess not.”

Scully nodded once and put her attention back into her report.  She’d lost her place in the moment she let her mind wander to engage in conversation with Mulder and she had to backtrack to find her train of thought again.

“So, what about Friday night?” Mulder asked.

“What about it?” she murmured, re-reading her last paragraph.

“You coming over and teaching me how to cook.”

Scully finally turned in her chair to face Mulder and he stopped twirling his pencil, though the grin on his face remained.  She lifted her brow as if to question his sanity.

“It’ll be fun,” he said.  

“Basically, you just want me to feed you.  What do I get out of it?”

“You get to put your money where your mouth is.  Try to prove to me you know what you’re doing.  I know how much you enjoy that.”

“I don’t enjoy proving you wrong, it’s just so easy to do.”

“I said try, Scully.  I still contend you have yet to actually prove me wrong.”

Scully raised her brow again, definitely questioning his sanity this time.  She turned back around and put her hands on her keyboard, but didn’t type.

“How’s seven?” she asked.

“Works for me,” he answered, twirling his pencil again.  She could see him grinning in the reflection of her computer screen.


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Two is better than one


Summary: Literally just a supersoldier cuddles session after sex 

Warnings: suggestive themes, swearing, cute nerdy supersoldiers 

Originally posted by aestheticimagines

  You’re entire body shook in post orgasm bliss and the thought of moving at all almost made you tremble more.

   "You okay doll?“ Two warm hands cup your cheeks, a soft Brooklyn accent penetrated the fog in your head. 

  You weakly open one eye, staring at Bucky before you. He has this soft little smile to his lips and unlike you he’s perfectly composed, the only hint that he’d just had one of the greatest threesomes of his life came in the form of small beads of sweat on his brow. 

  "Come on (Y/N),” Bucky’s thumb swipes along your clammy cheek, his smile faltering just a bit. He was always worried after the three of you had sex, after all, it wasn’t easy to take such two large men at once, so Bucky was justified in his fears.  "You gotta answer me sweetheart,“ 

  "Yeah,” Your voice is hoarse, absolutely wrecked. “I’m okay, just-” You close your eye, searching for the perfect word to describe how you felt. Good, just overwhelmed? Absolutely blissful but already sore? 

  “I know,” Bucky gently presses his lips to your sweaty forehead, drawing a small noise of contentment from you. “I know how you feel. How about you Stevie? You okay back there?” Steve’s slightly sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder, his warm chest pressed to your back, his soft lips just barely grazing your skin as he breathes in deeper than usual. 

  “I’m good,” Steve smiles gently, his lips curling upwards in that smile both you and Bucky loved so much. 

  “Good. That’s good,” Bucky gently slides his hands from your face down to your arm, his fingers gently tracing along your flesh. “We should probably shower, change the sheets-" 

  "No,” You whine, a broken noise from the bottom of your throat. “Bucky I’m too tired,” Bucky hums contemplatively as he looks at you, giving you the impression that he was thinking about what you said but before you could realize he was faking it he had already whisked you up in your arms, laughing softly when you squealed in surprise.

   "Come on Stevie,“ Bucky offered his hand out to Steve, which he gladly took. Bucky then proceeded to guide both of you to the bathroom, the now much larger bathroom to met your every need; (Tony was sick of hearing the three of you whine constantly about how small your quarters were "Well you see, this tub wasn’t made for three people, much less to behemoths of men) A much larger tub and shower, bigger vanity, plenty of room for three people to share comfortably.

   Steve turns the water on, letting it warm up before he deems it worthy. Wordlessly Bucky slides into the shower with you still wrapped around him like a sloth.

   "You have to put your legs down (Y/N),” Bucky chuckles, his free hand now running up and down your spine soothingly. 

  “I don’t think I can move them…" 

  "Tire you that much, huh?” Steve chuckles as he joins too, his chest pressed against your back, his hands sliding down to your claves to gently unhook them from Bucky’s legs. “Sounds like you’re losing your touch," 

  "I am not,” You tilt your head backwards to glare at him. “You two are just fucking horny dogs who can go at it for hours,” Both men chuckle as they reach for something; Bucky the soap and Steve the hair products. Simultaneously both boys begin to pamper you, with Bucky covering your entire body in soap, his lips gently pressed to yours, and Steve rubbing the shampoo into your hair, his own lips pressed to your neck.

   The two keep at the whole pamper thing for quite some time, so long that the water began to run cold and even Bucky’s fingers were starting to shrivel up. 

  “I’ll go change the sheets, you two put some clothes on,” Bucky gives both of you a kiss before he hops out of the shower, grabbing a towel before exiting the steaming bathroom. 

  Steve smiles as you turn in his embrace, your legs wobbling as you face him. Wordlessly he picks you up, his muscles giving no strain at having to loft an actual human being. After successfully getting you out of the shower and onto the bathroom counter he grabs the remaining towels, wrapping one around his own waist and the other around your body. 

  “We’re so lucky,”  Steve whispers as he brushes some water sopped hair away from your face. “You’re so beautiful, so sweet, so perfect," 

  Steve was most definitely the sentimental one of the three of you, the one to constantly validate you and Bucky, to constantly go on rants about how lucky he was, It was always sweet.  

  "You’re pretty damn good yourself Steve,” You smile as you reach out, raking your nails through hair hair, delighting in the purrs of pleasure you were able to pull from his lips. “You’re so perfect for us, wouldn’t want anyone else, just you Stevie,” Steve smiles shyly, the praise sinking below his skin, making him blush like some schoolgirl. 

  “I thought I told you two nerds to get dressed,” Bucky pokes his head in the bathroom, smiling at the sight that greeted him, his two lovers touching each other tenderly, smiling at each other sweetly.

   "Sorry Buck,“ Steve chuckles as he grabs the clothes Bucky had laid out. "We’ll get right to that,”

   "Good. bed’s almost ready anyways,“ And with that Bucky leaves you two again, his footstep retreating back into your bedroom.

  Steve smiles as he let’s your towel fall to the floor, leaving your body bare before him, only now the sight of you naked wasn’t sexual, it was something else entirely. Even when Steve began to slide your underwear up your legs, his lips glued to your still trembling thighs as he assisted you in dressing, it wasn’t sexua, now it was more affectionate, more intimate. 

  Steve slides a large shirt over your small body, one of his that you and Bucky often borrowed. It smelled like Steve and Bucky, like safety and home, like detergent and Bucky’s shampoo, it smelled like Steve’s cologne and now it smelled like the lavender soap the boys had coated your body with. 

  You hum softly as Steve kisses your lips gently, his hands sliding down your waist as he let’s the shirt fall around your body, the material bunching around his wrists. He tasted like you and Bucky with just a hint of some kind of fruit. 

  "Get your clothes on you nerd,” You mumble against his lips, smiling when he more than reluctantly pulled back. 

  The man’s “clothes” consisted of a pair of boxers, as did Bucky’s but you didn’t mind in the slightest. The constant skin contact, the all around legs wrapped around yours, one chest pressed to yours, another pressed to your back, was simply heavenly. 

  “You need to drink something,” Steve adds as he eyes you, all the while worming the skintight boxers up his legs. “Your voice sounds wrecked,”

   "I feel wrecked,“ You chuckle gently just as your legs give another tremble; what perfect timing. "But in the best kind of way,” You add, noting the concern that immediately overtook Steve’s features at your words.

  “We could have been softer…" 

  "No Stevie,” You cup his cheeks, letting your thumbs caress his stubbled skin. “It was perfect, I promise you,” Steve hums as he leans into your touch, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your wrist. The small touch of affection had your heart skipping a beat, your lips curling upwards in a smile, your stomach blooming with a warm pleasant feeling.

  “As much as I love to look at you two,” Bucky interjects the sweet moment yet again, smiling at the two of you so lovingly it almost hurt. “The bed’s ready and I’m fucking beat,” Steve nods and he wordlessly picks you up, his arms comforting around you. One arm wraps around you securely, keeping you locked against his chest, while the other reached for Bucky’s hand, tugging him into the mass of warm bodies. 

  You hum sleepily, softly, as you nuzzle against Steve’s neck, breathing his scent in deeply. Warmth, safety, protection, love. 

  “I’m gonna set you down doll, so you’ve got let me go,” You nod as you slip your arms away from Steve’s neck, letting him gently place you down onto the fresh, clean sheets. 

   You hum once again as you nuzzle into the pillows, awaiting your two best boys to join you in bed. You didn’t have to wait long before Bucky was burrowing into you from the front and Steve nuzzling in from the back; Their warmth mingled with yours and suddenly everything felt okay. You felt like a three piece puzzle and now that all of you were interlocked so intimately the puzzle was complete.

   "You sure you’re okay (Y/N)?“ Bucky asks softly, his fingers dancing up your arm, stopping to tuck a strand of slowly drying hair behind your ear.  

  "I’m sure,” You nod, beaming up at him the best you can. 

  “Good.” Bucky states once again, his smile nearly infectious as he looked at you. “Now get some sleep Любовь моя, you need it,” You hum sleepily, appreciatively as Bucky kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for quite some time before he pulled back. “You too Stevie,” Bucky reaches over you, ruffling Steve’s hair affectionately. 

  “I was half asleep when you so rudely woke me up,” Steve cracks an eye open to glare at Bucky, his look playful but still less than thrilled. “Looks like I wore you both out,” Bucky smirks teasingly even if his eyes were dropping with sleep themselves. “Maybe you two are losing your touch,”

  “I am not,” Steve states indignantly, a sort of frown to his features. 

   "Hmm,we’ll just have to test that tomorrow morning then,“ Even though the three of you were so completely and utterly worn out the thought of yet another pleasure filled morning had your core aching to be filled and it may have been your imagination but you could have sworn Steve’s hip gave a little jerk against yours. 

  "But for now,” Bucky smiles softly, all mischievousness melting away immediately. “You two need sleep,”

   "So do you,“ You yawn, your eyes slipping closed and staying closed as you do.

   "I will,” Bucky whispers, his metal hand tracing circles into your shoulder, slowly soothing you into a deep sleep. “I will doll,” But you were far too gone to respond, your exhaustion taking over.

   "Love you Buck,“ You whisper, the only words you could manage at the time. "You too Stevie, love you two so much,” Both boys smile, sharing a sweet look with each other before allowing their own eyes to close, letting their own fatigue take over.

  “Love you (Y/N)," 

EXO Reaction to Baekhyun accidentally getting in the shower with their GF because he thought she was an exo member

This was requested by @toxic–teenager​ thank you! Xo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


“Tell me it did not happen… tell me you didn’t do the chopstick thing again… Baekhyun…. you did not…” *someone’s ready to kill*


“Baekhyun? No… no I haven’t heard from him in a while? Who knows… maybe he ran away… to another galaxy… I hope… for his own good” *Galaxy is not very happy*


*Processing the info* “He… saw… my… girl… naked… in… the… shower…” *Can’t quite understand yet* “I haven’t even done that myself!”


*Someone had to intervine before he killed Baek* “Suho this is not fair! Chopsticks should be forbidden in the dorm! I don’t want this to happen again! Wasn’t it enough with us?”


*At Baeks room* “Baekhyun… I’ve been waiting for you… we need to talk.. but first… you should know I burned all your eyeliner… to teach you a lesson”


“Baekhyun you can’t hide from me! I will find you! You will apologize for what you did! Come on Baekhyun! If you don’t come out and promise you won’t do it again, I won’t give you your favorite eyeliner back”


“This… this doesn’t look like Kyungsoo… no… oh no… oh no… I better run! Disappear for a few days… I’m so done… life is over” *No one hears from him in days*


“He. Did. Not! How dare him! And I thought he had potential to be manly! someone needs to teach him a lesson! I volunteer!” *Manly Lu is in action*


“Oh yeah.. wait what? You did what?! My girl? Shower? You thought… it was me? Consider yourself dead Baekhyun… and not by me… but her”


*If you thought Soo’s physical revenge was the worst thing that could happen to Baek… well you thought it wrong*


*Legend says this is how the Monster Arc started. From Unicorn to Monster… to save his girl’s dignity*


“Hahahahah so funny right? Always doing things like this. We’ll see if you’ll laugh the same when I ground you…. with no wifi for a month. No cellphone and definitely not my platinum credit card. Still funny right?”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Why I worry for Lance

The main reason I worry for Lance is probably because I’ve realized that on some subtle note, I relate to him. Not in the fact that he’s out-going and flirty, but on the fact that he’s always trying to out do himself. He’s the self-proclaimed sharp-shooter of the team (and he really is) but he’s always trying to level up in a way and be better.

Lance obviously deals with some heavy self-esteem issues, and except for that one scene with Keith and Lance in season 3 (and one other one where Shiro compliments Lance on being their sharp-shooter), no one helps Lance out and no one ordinarily compliments him on the amazing skills he does have.

In the scene where Lance approaches Keith and tells him that he’s willing to step down as a paladin because “Shiro”’s back, Keith tells him that he is needed and he is important on the team. Everyone’s been mushing over this scene, but I don’t think anyone’s taken into account how Lance leaves Keith’s room. He doesn’t have any restored confidence, he’s not even really smiling. He leaves kinda slouched and not in any better of shape than when he entered the scene. The only way I can describe this is actions speak louder than words. Now, we’ve all heard the old saying, and by now your parents have probably said it SO many times that you just find it cliche and annoying, but it’s true and holds a lot of meaning.

Despite Keith telling Lance that he is needed on the team, most of the times when Lance’s skills come into conversation at all it’s mostly the team making fun of him- and we see this quite a few times in season 3. Even Hunk, Lance’s best friend picks on him about this along with everyone else, and they all probably mean it as a joke more or less, but I have a feeling it’s all going to come back and bite them in the long run.

Other people have pointed out how, as the sniper of their team, Lance’s role is more behind the scenes, but it is still VERY important and I don’t think the team really realizes how much Lance contributes. Going back to the main point though. I deal with self-esteem issues myself and I’ll tell you one thing that is very important. Words can do a lot, but simply telling someone they’re important does squat when their self-esteem is already pretty low. Lance’s self-esteem is already low to the point that he’s not even entirely sure he’s even meant to be a paladin even though he obviously is. Keith simply saying that he’s a crucial part of the team doesn’t do anything if him and the rest of the team don’t follow through with that statement. They may mean their jokes as simply that, jokes, but whether it’s meant to be funny or not, Lance never once laughs or cracks a smile at them. He’s obviously affected in a very negative way.

My worry is that by the time someone actually puts this all together (I’m thinking it’ll be Allura or Shiro) and sits down and talks with the rest of the team, it might be too late. Because, even if the team are all Lance’s friends and even a family to him, this kind of stuff doesn’t ever really go away especially if they keep pointing fun at him- it’s extremely hard to build a sound structure that’ll last on land that has a lot of earthquakes.

I need more people to follow!! I unfolowed 90% of the blogs that I used to follow on my main blog so my dash is quite dead rn. I love making new mutuals so pls reblog if you blog about:

  • shadowhunters
  • marvel (mcu, the cast, etc)
  • dc (mostly wonder woman)
  • zendaya
  • got, house of cards, stranger things, sense8

I’m looking for blogs with some sort of tagging system. Bonus if you create original content ;)

anonymous asked:

Walter... Why? There's a difference between a cruel prank and teaming up with HIM. What are you getting out of this?

Mark wakes up, and the world is upside down. Or rather, Mark himself is upside down, hanging just a few feet off the floor by his ankles that are tied together and strung up above him. He moans in pain at the splitting headache that stabs through his brain, and he wonders whether or not he’ll have permanent brain damage from all the times he’s been knocked out as of late.

A figure looms in the partial light not far away, and Mark smells that sickly sweet scent of watermelons that makes his stomach turn. It doesn’t help, of course, that all the blood in his body is currently rushing straight to his head. Walter steps closer, a bat in hand. “My brother told me about this wonderful thing called a piñata, and while I doubt you’re filled with candy,” Walter pokes at Mark with one end of the bat, “you’ll still do nicely.”

“What about Amy?” Mark manages through the purplish haze that’s currently descending over his vision.

Walter shrugs, placing the bat on his shoulder and watching his helpless victim with manic delight. “Oh, that pretty little thing? Why I’ve just tucked her away some place safe.” Walter begins to pace around Mark, spinning the man as he goes. “You see, my grudge isn’t against her. She was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, so I had to make sure that she wouldn’t interfere…”

“If you hurt her…”

“You can rest assured that she’ll be quite alright. My no-good brother would never allow anything less, but then again, he might also fancy having you out of the way.” Walter wiggles his eyebrows, and Mark thinks once again that he might puke. “So, you see, you needn’t worry about Miss Nelson. Who you need to be worried about is yourself,” with that last word Walter swings the bat gleefully, striking Mark directly in the stomach.

The breath is knocked right out of Mark with a distinct, “Oof!” And as he spins, he struggles to fill his lungs with air once again. “Why are you doing this?”

Walter’s joyful expression turns suddenly dark, with a serrated edge that could kill with just a look. “You need to know what it feels like to have everything that you are stripped away from you. To feel the ache of having the life drain out of you slowly, and then maybe you won’t leave your creations to rot!”

Another blow, this one to Mark’s left side. There’s a crunch of bones breaking, and Mark screams on impact, wheeling as he sways like a pendulum. “I didn’t know,” he gasps for breath for a moment, “I didn’t understand what I’d done! I swear!” He can feel tears burning at his eyes, and the pain is blinding.

Walter laughs, throwing his head back and laughing until his sides ache. Mark winces in pain as the swinging starts to become smaller and smaller. This isn’t the character he remembers. This twisted Ego that stands before him is something much, much darker.

college advice part 1/7 : what to do when you need to miss class

 header inspired by @thestudypeach | i’ve gotten quite a few asks + messages about this, so i thought i’d make a short masterpost over how to handle this!

these are just tips from what i’ve learned from my time at uni!!

  • this is college, not high school. you have to take responsibility. the professors won’t be on your ass to get stuff done. you need to know what you’re missing. they won’t care what you miss or what excuse you have. they’ll still expect you to know it, and they should. this is college.
  • check the attendance policy for EACH class, and each component if it has labs or recitations also. you need to know how many classes you can miss without being penalized. for example, my chemistry class never took attendance, but they provided notes + extra credit if you showed up. my bio class didn’t care + they put their lectures online my physics class allowed only 3 absences, as attendance was taken every lecture. LABS however, do not usually allow absences. my chem lab allowed 1 absence, my bio lab didn’t allow any at all. you need to figure out the attendance policy!! these are in place in case you are sick, need to miss class for a wedding, are on a school trip, etc. further excused absences are usually given for extended hospital stays, grievance, etc. with paperwork (NOTE: this is for my university only, but i assume it’s relatively the same at other large public universities across the US??)!
  • make at least two friends in each class you have. other people might say to make one friend, but the reason i say two is because that one person isn’t always going to be in class either. the more people who have your back when it comes to filling you in, the better.
  • go over the lecture material + do it thoroughly!! if you miss material, go over it!!! go over it three times! do what you need to do to understand it. write notes, read the book, look at the lecture notes if you have them from a friend. listen to the lecture if that’s an option. but learning the material as thoroughly as you can will help you to be better prepared for the next class and seeing your professor for help if you need to do so! just because you can’t make it to lecture doesn’t mean that you can’t learn to material!
  • go to office hours and go over the material you missed with the professor. but make sure you already know the material. if you already know the material briefly, you can ask more specific questions about what you don’t understand. professors are there to help, and to be honest, i’ve noticed that they love to see students and answer questions!

hope this helps! as always, my ask box is open 24/7 :)

compelledsardine  asked:

Hey-yo :D Your appearance headcanons for Percy are awesome! I was wondering if you could do some for Nico as well? I'm making this fanfiction for my friend and I'm not having any greater ideas. Take all the time you need if you decide to make them! Time is what make things more beautiful coz you let it blossom :) Stay awesome!! 🌼🌼

OML, this took me forever to get to and I apologize for that but here:
-Generally speaking, his pretty pale, but he gets extremely tan. Literally, spending like an hour outside during the summer darkens his skin quite a bit.
-He get’s the worst voice cracks during puberty, and. Will finds it both cute and comical.
-Once his voice does change, however, it is quite low.
-Just like Percy, his hair has a tendency to get pretty greasy at times.
-He rarely laughs, but when he does, it a hearty, straight-from-the-chest, laugh, and it’s Will’s favorite thing.
-Even as he grows older, he still sticks to wearing darker colors, such as black, darker greys, blues, and brown.
-Black, ripped, skinny-jeans, are like his go-to.
-He wears a lot of band shirts, most of from older bands.
-Nico doesn’t really smile a lot, he either smirks, offers a forced small smile, or just laughs.
-He definitely gets body piercings, as well as gets a few tattoos.
-One of his tattoos would definitely have something to do with his sister.

“Eyes only for you”

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader


Warnings: ~ 2,250 words Jealous!Dean (If that’s a warning), sunburn, one bad joke about lobsters

 Summary: Sam, Dean and you had a stressful hunt behind you and are definitely in need for a little break. After some arguing with Dean, he agrees to go to the beach with you for a few days. At the beach Dean isn’t quite as cooperative as you thought. But when another guy tries to make a move on you, he’ll eventually has to change his attitude about the beach.  

A/N: I’m in the need of some vacation and this little fic came out of it. I hope you enjoy spending a little time with Sam and Dean on the beach. Let me know what you think. Critiques always welcome. Enjoy!

“Deeeeeeaaaan. Pleeeeeeaaaase. Come on. Let’s go. Pleeeeeeeease!” I whined. Dean, Sam and I sat at the kitchen table, munching on our breakfast. The last hunt drained all three of us. What was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, turned into a cruel demon hunt. They had no mercy on us. They’d thrown me and Sam across the room against a concrete wall, bruising us from head to toe. Thank god Dean killed those sons of bitches, before they could do more harm. 

After that we were in the need of a break. Now I just had to convince Dean to get out of the bunker.

He just shook his head no, biting into another piece of bacon.

“C´mon baby. I really need some vacation and there’s this cute little cabin at the beach not far from here. Sam help me out here. You want to go to the breach too, right? RIGHT?” Sam laughed at my pathetic attempt to bring Dean to wear bathing shorts.

“Y/N’s right. What harm could do it to go on a little beach vacation? And by the way there’s a great library near the cabin. They got that book about vampires during civil war, I’m searching forever.” Dean rolled his eyes at his nerdy brother, but sighed defeated.

“Fine. But I don’t do shorts. Not even swimming shorts.” I was already jumping up and throwing my arms around Dean’s neck.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I squealed. “You won’t regret it!” I didn’t hear his response; I was already running to our shared room to pack for our little trip.  A few hours later we were on our way to the little cabin. My head rested on the seat between Sam and Dean, dreaming about the hot sand between my toes, the cool water and the hot sun on my skin. I grinned and kissed Dean’s cheek.

“What was that for?” He looked at me and returned my grin.

“For being an amazing boyfriend who goes to the beach with me.” I said hugging him from behind. He rested his hand above mine around his neck.

“Guys I’m still here.” Sam gagged at the sight of us. We laughed at him, cuddling even closer to annoy him more.

“Y/N, please tell me we got separate rooms.” He asked in fear of sharing a room with us. “Ugh no? I thought you’d like to watch?” His eyes widened at the mental picture I gave him. Dean bursted out laughing at the sight of his truly terrified little brother. I joined him, no longer able to keep a straight face.  

“I even booked separate cabins. I wasn’t sure *cough* if you’d want to be alone. *cough* You know to read that book you wanted to get.” He rolled his eyes, making us laugh again.  We already had such a great time that I didn’t even realize when Dean pulled Baby up a dirt path.

Behind a few trees appeared a little wooden cabin standing at the foot of a white sand beach.  The sight in front of us was breathtaking. The light blue water looked too good to be true. I’d jumped out of the driving car, if Dean wouldn’t have shot me a warning glare, predicting my intentions. We got out of the car and grabbed our bags, walking inside the little cabin. The interior of the cabin consisted of a small kitchen area with an adjacent living room and a wooden table with two chairs. Next to the living room was a door that led to the bedroom and the enclosed bathroom. Sam went to make himself comfortable in the neighboring cabin, leaving Dean and me alone.

“Sooooo … how about we change into our swim suits and go swimming? The water looks amazing.” I asked as I unpacked our clothes. Dean was already sitting on the couch, drinking a beer he got out of the fridge.

“Naaaah, I think I’m relaxing here for a bit, watching the game.” He told me, already turning the TV on for the ongoing football game.

“Come again? I thought we agreed on spending some time together.” I argued.

“Woah woah, wait you said, we would go on vacation and doing a little break from hunting. I never agreed on this whole swim suits and sand where-sand-doesn’t-belong thing.” I was perplexed at his words. Was he serious?!

“Are you serious Dean? After all the hunts where we couldn’t even spend a minute alone and you want to watch football?!” I snapped at him, making him look up at my voices volume.

“Hey! You never said how this hunting break will look like. I was never interested in going to the beach. I would have been fine to just relax a couple of days at the bunker. You wanted to go to the beach. Now go to the beach.”

“Fine. I’m so sorry to think you actually wanted to spend time with me. Do whatever you want. I’m gonna go outside.” I angrily stormed out of the cabin, grabbing my towel and sunscreen on the way outside. I walked to the small almost deserted little beach. I threw my towel into the sand and decided for a swim. The water was cold, but not too cold to make me shiver. I slowly walked inside the water until it hit my waist. I dived inside. When I was under water, I forgot for a brief moment the fight I had with Dean. The water relaxed my muscles immediately. I swam for a while until I let myself float on the surface of the water. The sun was warm and calmed my stressed mind.

After a while I realized how hot it got and swam back to the beach. I unfolded my towel and laid on top of it. I was about to fall asleep when I heard a deep voice next to me.

“Everybody’s getting all tan and you’re here red like you and to attract lobsters during mating season.” I looked in the direction where the voice came from and saw an incredibly handsome man standing above me with a big smirk across his face.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled and motioned to my body. I looked down and gasped as I saw how red my skin was.

“Fuck! I forgot to put on sunscreen .” I grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and tried to reduce the damage as best as I could.

“First time on the beach?” He asked and sat down next to me.

“Yes …. No, I just had a fight with my boyfriend and forgot to put on some sunscreen.”

“I’m sorry. Why did you fight?” He asked. I looked up and for the first time I saw his eyes. They were as blue as the ocean. Light azure blue with little dark specs around the iris. I didn’t realize I stared until he cleared his throat. I shook my head and told the stranger whose name turned out to be Dave why Dean and I fought. It was nice talking to him; having someone who’s not involved in the hunting world and just listens to normal couple problems. We talked for a while and he offered to lotion my very sunburnt back. I gladly accepted and opened my bikini to give him room to put on the sunscreen. What I didn’t see was hoe Dean watched our little conversation from the window of the cabin.

I moaned a bit of the gently movements Dave gave my back.

“How are you so good at that?” I asked him, enjoying the treatment. He chuckled and answered “I’m a masseur.” I sighed and nodded.

“That explains a lot …”

“Yeah it does …” I heard an all too familiar voice behind us. I turned around quickly and saw Dean standing next to us, arms crossed. He looked like he’d rip Dave’s throat out if he didn’t stop massaging me.

“I think I’m gonna leave you two alone.” I nodded and Dave left me and Dean alone. There was an awkward silence between us. Until Dean spoke up “so I’m not doing what you want and you do what? Go out and let some random douchbag touch you?! What the hell Y/N?”

“Dean … Let me explain.”

“No Y/N! I don’t want to hear your excuse. I thought I could trust you. So, every time we fought, you went out and cheated on me?” He yelled at me. That made my head snap up. I stood up, looking directly in his raging eyes.

“What the hell Dean? I never cheated on you! How can you think of me so low?” I yelled back at him, he made me angrier within every minute he was screaming at me.

“Oh sure. You didn’t cheat on me because I got here right on time. Sorry to interrupt your little act here.” He laughed cold heartedly.

“Dean, Dave would never sleep with me. Not that I want it anyway.”

“What do you mean he would never sleep with you?” He asked confused.

I pointed my finger behind him where Dave was standing a bit away from us.

“I don’t think his husband would be happy if he’d do that.” Dean turned around and saw Dave kissing another man.

“Oh …” He rubbed the back of his neck, visibly embarrassed.

“OH?! That’s all you have to say about your little outburst. You accuse me of cheating, yell at me for no reason and all you have to say is OH?!” I shouted angrily at him.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I should have trusted you. I’m sorry. But you have to be admit. From afar it looked suspicious how this man rubbed your back. After all you’re my girl.  And nobody’s supposed to give my girl a back rub but me” He smiled weakly at me. I couldn’t restrain my smile. I grabbed his hand and pulled his body towards mine, kissing him on the lips. He returned the kiss, thankful that I wasn’t mad at him anymore. We broke apart and smiled at each other widely.

“You know I love you, silly. I have eyes only for you.” He grinned at my cheesy choice of words. Suddenly that grin turned into a smirk and before I knew it he hoisted me over his shoulder running towards the water with me. That was when I realized he was wearing bright red swimming trunks. He laughed as he dived with me under water. For a brief moment, I was scared being thrown into the water, but I knew Dean would never let anything happen to me. After all I was his girl.

anonymous asked:

Hi there. I love your blog! Do you happen to have any mafia au stories?? Thanks.

Thanks anon!

I don’t have any rec’d in the library so far and it’s not really an AU I enjoy, but I put my ao3 sleuthing skills to use and found these underappreciated results that have my star of approval! Considering the AU can be quite dark, these top three don’t really contain anything that needs to be warned for and have happy endings.

If you want something darker (HEED THE TAGS) there’s:

I really need to say this because it’s been bothering me and I usually don’t like to get involved in this stuff but anyway….

In the couple months I have been involved in the fandom on here I have noticed there are a handful of people that love to spew hate on us who ship Bughead and Sprousehart. I am a firm believer that everyone has a right to there own thoughts and feelings and that is perfectly fine. You don’t like a certain ship? That’s cool. You love another one that isn’t quite as popular? That’s fine too. You don’t think two people are dating in real life (I think we all know who I mean) that’s also fine. But if you have a different opinion, why feel the need to constantly start shit with other people that do love these things and constantly try to shove your opinion down other people’s throats or be hateful and negative? If you feel differently that’s fine, but why can’t you just, I don’t know, piss off?

Every person is this Bughead fandom on here is so sweet and kind to each other and it makes me so happy to be a part of a group of people who support each other with their creativity and even personal hardships. I hate that there are people who feel the need spew negativity onto things other people find joy in.

anonymous asked:

Dean is shown as quite a sexual character; he has a lot of hook-ups and one-night stands, and we're often reminded of his porn habits. But do you think it would still be the same with Cas, with the sex happening pretty soon, if not straight away? Or do you think it would take a little longer because of their history/how serious he is about Cas?

Dean is sexual for sure BUT in the show his sexual encounters always show an emotional need for comfort and reassurance. This is why he has sex when we see it on screen, it’s not just to get his end away.

Ergo depending on the situation he would either do the same with Cas IF they’re in a situation where this fits, where declarations are made or things are made clear and they both want comfort, that they find it in each other.

OR completely the opposite, they’d go slow, if the world wasn’t ending imminently and they were both kind of emotionally ok, because it’s not SEX he’s been looking for with all these people so far it’s the closeness, the comfort (we never saw him have sex with Lisa for example). It wouldn’t surprise me if it was something obvious like for weeks and weeks that they were together but didn’t have sex because the important thing is their closeness, before something big and scary happens that pushes the two of them into “wow you stupid idiot you could have died, don’t you dare die on me” crazy hot sex.

Because lbr they both want that too, even if the comfort and caring is what comes first. They both want to screw each other’s brains out.

anonymous asked:

Younger sibling reader (adult but like handful of years younger) head canons with talon members?


  • He does his best to hide his work from you, it’s hard but it works until he’s taken down by Overwatch. You were protected by your family but he thought about you often in prison.
  • When he escapes he checks in but he sees how happy you are. Realising he would ruin that for you, he leaves you alone.


  • When he was Gabriel he was quite close to you, you often visiting Blackwatch to talk with him. After the fall he doesn’t try to contact you but you’re determined, hearing the rumours he’s still alive.
  • After tracking you down he relents, realising it’s safer for you if he keeps you by his side. You join Talon and the two of you fight side by side.


  • The two of you were inseparable, you needed to be. Growing up in the orphanage the two of you stuck together. When she grew up into an infamous Hacker you were still with her, making sure she ate and slept.
  • Even in Talon, you help her, she used her abilities to keep you safe from the others. She would never forgive herself if you were hurt because of her.


  • Before being brainwashed she absolutely adored you, you were a major part of her wedding and she spent whatever time she could with you. That stopped after killing Gerard.
  • As the noose begins to loosen around her identity she seeks you out, seeing the normal life you have.

“Hey, Arin, look at me. I’m alright,” Dan said, caution being the icing on the cake that was his sentence.

“Is it…me?” Arin whispered, frightened that the answer would be yes, it IS you.

The two were hanging out together, talking about nonsense, when things took a turn-now, both men were lying on top of each other. They weren’t doing anything intense, just kissing, not quite making out, but as soon as Arin kissed Dan’s clothed collarbone, he heard a noise that was definitely negative, a big no-no, then he was pushed away, gently.

“No,” Dan sighed, watching as Arin moved himself off to sit down next to him, “it’s just…I don’t know what this is-what I am. I just need…time? Time to figure this out, this whole gay thing out.”

Arin ducked his head, not wanting to meet the other’s gaze. He nodded, slowly. Did Dan, the man who just kissed him with so much passion, not want him after all? Was he disgusted by what they were doing, suddenly realizing he was kissing his best friend? Maybe he wasn’t even-

“I like it, I like you,” Dan continued, interrupting Arin’s thoughts and making him meet his gaze once again.

“I know that this, whatever it was we were doing, is not a one time thing.”

Arin let out a breath of relief, a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“I just need to process all of this…before we, you know, move….further?” He ended his vent with a questioning tone, as if asking Arin if that was alright.

Arin gave a small smile. He understood; he would give Dan all the time he needed until he gave the go-ahead.

Dan fell onto Arin’s shoulder, feeling his arms wrap around his hips, pulling him closer.

“One thing I do know,” Dan hesitated. “Is that I love you. Both romantically and platonically.”

“Well, Dan,” Arin started, stretching his other hand out, then bringing it back to his side.

“It’s a good thing that I, as well, love you both romantically and platonically.”

Both men laughed and slowly continued chatting, stumbling over their words, affection in their chests, and they knew that the world was not ready for their unstoppable love. It would take time, yes, but both of them knew, they were going to work it out.