angry bartender

I’ve been having great success using an Emotion Wheel to create NPCs. (by  Higgs_Bosun)

To quote the reddit post:

“An emotion wheel is a tool for building emotional language. It often ends up looking like a color wheel, with broader base emotions at the center, and then more specific, nuanced emotions near the periphery. [Above] is an example of what one looks like.

I first came across this during a counselling session a few months ago, and had it laying out while prepping for D&D. I was looking at a table of NPC emotions, and they were all very close to the center. I checked out the wheel, and updated my existing NPCs. For example: Instead of simply an angry bartender, I now had a bitter and violated angry bartender. It gave me a lot more to play on, reasons for the anger, ideas for ways my players could provoke the anger, but also ways in which they could win the trust of the bartender.

It was ideal. It was easier for me to express the bartender’s emotions to the players, and rather than him simply being angry for no reason, he was simmering and grumbling, but he only truly became angry when someone tried to take advantage of him. And then it became serious, fast.

If you’re having difficulty breathing life into your characters, and you feel like the happy wandering salesman or the sad faerie queen don’t give you enough, find an emotion wheel, and give those feelings some depth.

Anyone else found useful tools like this?”

Rwby Volume 5 Episode 6 Recap (SPOLERS BABY)


A Qrow walks into a bar and asks “I’m an alcoholic-GIVE ME BOOZE!”…that’s not a joke, thats usually what happens.

1:48 AAAAAAAAAAAAAH-Piccolo bartender! And not SMOOTH Chris Sabat either-GRIZZLED! Or is that Lanipator? Either way-AWESOME!


Qrow: I’m looking for a guy with a bad ass name.

Bartender: That’s literally EVERYONE.

2:28 ANGRY PICCOLO BARTENDER IS ANGRY! I my god this is wonderful.

2:52 The above is the list of Qrow’s potential new Suicide Squad, and he BETTER get Blanka Griffin, that name just OOZES awesome!


…uh, okay I need fan-art of this beautiful blacksmith like YESTERDAY! We all know Qrow would’ve gotten her number if not for his…sad man’s search.

4:26 CLOSE IT OUT-with Qrow asking a father and child where their mother is…damn that was sad.

4:43…oh…my…GOD! Qrow’s so depressed he doesn’t DRINK! These are truly dark times.

He then goes to the leaderboards(yes they have those)to see that literally EVERYONE on his list is busy! He then goes to pay off Shiro’s tab-RIGHT BEFORE WE ALL SEE-

6:16 …that…right outside the bar. What the hell racist Piccolo?!

6:20 CUT TO-the Branwen clan, sitting down for tea! OH-and Vernal’s pooring, what a nice young demi-god!

6:46 We are then treated to Raven being sassy as usual before she drops the BIGGEST bombshell ever-

Raven: We did it[attended beacon] to KILL huntsman.


Those right there? Those are SHOCK faces, they be shocked.


Raven:-[Ozpin]-turning a blind eye for when we got into more trouble than we should’ve.

…damn, that boy has NOT changed a lot since Team STRK’s day have they?


Raven: So yeah…the Grimm have a dark Maleficent style Overlord that wants to kill all humanity.

Yang: Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!

10:31 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH Raven you stupid BITCH, make fun of Qrow, NOT the dad who raised her ALMOST single-handedly…wait bad metaphor, SORRY Yang!

…okay…this is the greatest picture ever. Yang’s all “DON’T YOU SHIT TALK MY OLD MAN!” while Weiss is all “Bitch you fucked up now.”

11:44 “But I bet he never told you what he did to my brother and me.”

Please just be bird powers, PLEASE just be bird powers, there’s too many creeps in the news with a line like that!

12:55 OH THANK GOD just bird powers. 

13:23 Raven: I’m giving you a choice, stay with me and I’ll answer everything. Or go to your uncle-

Yang: Uncle Qrow.

Weiss: Why would you bother asking that? You KNOW what her answer is you dumb bitch!

Raven: Hey, I’m abusive not SMART!

AW SNAP-now this is the greates pic ever. DAMN Freezerburn is KILLING IT with the sassy looks.


CUT BACK TO QROW-logically giving himself one FUCK of a pity party. Its okay man, you tried.

Qrow: This isn’t right, I get one or two of them but…all of them?

…huh, that…that is a good point. Either a conspiramacy is in the work, or his bad luck powers are in FULL foce, like that episode of the Flash or any episode of Milo Murphy’s Law! MAN-I can’t wait for that hiatus to end.

14:50 CARROTS! HOORAY FOR CARROTS! Also is that a dust oven? COOL!

15:28 DAMMIT RUBY-stop burning empty frying pans and go see your sister!


Close  it out with an ADORABLE ¾ths Team RWBY reunion and WE GOOD!

Holy SHIT this was the best all talking episode of Rwby EVER and I mean that sincerely!

anonymous asked:

Hi I love your blog💜 and I'm kinda new to this whole requesting thing but can you do an exo one where your not usually a drinker but they find out you got mad or sad at something and you're just chugging away

After leaving your apartment due to a fight he didnt expect anything bad to happen. But when he got a call from a bar tender saying you were all but passed out and that you were starting to get picked on by other drunk men at the bar, she felt like she had to call and do something. She said that he was the last person on your call list and wanted to make sure you got home safe, but that you seemed upset about something so she wasn’t fully sure if he was the right person to be calling. 


Panic would be the first thing that would set in Jumyeons chest. He didnt realize that the fight had gotten to you that much, and at this point the fight didnt even matter. He’d quickly get into his car and drive as fast as he could to you. Seeing you there with your head resting on your arm and your drink almost tipping over in your weak hand made his heart break. You were, in a way, in danger and he couldn’t believe that he had let this happen to you. He’d pick you up and take you to his car to take you home, and even though he knew that you probably wouldn’t remember anything, he’d still talk to your drunk form and apologize for everything that he had done. 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Anger would be all that he felt. He’d be angry at you for being drunk, angry at the men around you for bothering you, and angry at the bartender for letting you drink that much. He’d burst into the bar and spotted you immediately pulling your arm out of a mans grip and pushing him away only to have the guy come back onto you. He’d rush up and push the man away with a slur of cuss words before turning to you. He’d take your cheeks in his hands and the anger would dissolve into sadness as he saw just how upset you were. He’d kiss your forehead and help you stand up so he could walk you out of the bar, ignoring the calls from the woman behind the bar saying he forgot to pay her bill.

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


The bartender wouldn’t even be able to hang up the phone before he was running down the hall of his apartment building and to his car. He’d find you stumbling out of the bathroom with the help of the bartender who had called him. ‘She’s been throwing up.’ she said handing you off to him. He’d sniffle and take your body weight, slowly moving you out of the bar and shooting daggers at anyone who tried to make eyes at you. He’d drive carefully to make sure not to stir your stomach and when he got you home he stayed awake all night making sure that you were okay and in the morning when you woke up despite your terrible hangover he’d hold you close and rock you, silently crying into your hair.

Originally posted by killeryixing


He’d have to take a second to register what the bartender had said. You never drank so why would you be there? But if you weren’t there how did she get your phone. When he realized you might actually still be there he’d put a little pep in his step as he went to go pick you up. He’d walk into the bar stool unsure about how he was feeling towards you right then, but after seeing you crying to the strange girl who had helped you sink on the floor about him, his heart would break. He’d rush over to you, ignore the snarky comment from the girl helping you, and with shaky hands take your face between his hands and check you to see if you’ve been hurt. When you started to sob about how sorry you were he’d just shake his head and smooth your hair. ‘Its okay, please, lets go home.’ He’d stay with you all night. Even if he wanted to leave, which he didnt, he couldn’t. You were still hiccuping into his chest with your body wrapped tightly around his. 

Originally posted by jokerboy14


He’d roll his eyes and scoff when your name lit up on his phone and he almost didnt even answer it. But he’d be so glad he did when the frantic talking of the bartender sounded from the other end. When he got to the bar he’d see you staring into you empty drink, tear stained cheeks and ignoring the older man that was trying to talk to you. He’d half jog over to you and try to turn you around, but when you sharply pull your arm out of his and stood up to shoot daggers at him his heart would break. He’d follow after you, begging you to turn around but you didnt. He’d finally have to reach out and force you to turn you around. He’d start to yell at you again, asking you how you could be so reckless and how you could scare him like that. You would have rolled your eyes but seeing as he had started to cry you knew the fight was over, and was happy that he accepted you tightly when you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. 

Originally posted by lawlliets


He’d be so worried that he was hardly even be able to drive straight. Every bad scenario of what could be happening to you was attacking his mind. His hands would be shaking and his heart would be racing as made his way up to the front of the bar. He took a sigh of release as he saw the bartender had moved you behind the bar so no one was bothering you. You sat there slumped, still holding a glass that was only holding ice now, but barley. Seeing him, The bartender got you to raise your head. The moment he saw your face was red and puffy from crying he’d sniffle back a tear and run around to help you. He wouldn’t even be able to get you out of the bar before he wrapped you in a hug, and held you close, whispering about how much you scared him. 

Originally posted by baekhyunsama


He’d be pissed. Pissed that you had picked a fight with him and then when it came down made him run to you to save you. Still, he couldn’t get himself to not drive to you. When he got to the bar he’d grew even more angry. He’d stand there in the door way and watch you wave your hand drunkly to try and get the man talking to you to leave you alone. He watched as the man came onto you again and again and when you finally yelled and pushed the man back causing you to stumble off the stool and him to fall on the ground, that was when Kyungsoo walked up to you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bar, not stopping until he had reached his car and not really caring that you were struggling to keep your feet. He wouldn’t want to look at you and the entire ride home he didnt. He knew if he did his heart would melt and he’d go back to crawling after you. But getting you inside and getting you in bed he’d have to look at you. He’d clean the tear smudged makeup off your cheeks, dress you for bed and kiss your forehead goodnight, sighing when you grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards you. He’d get in bed with you and hold you tight and even though you had fallen asleep he’d stay up, silently wiping the tears that had pooled and fallen out of the corners of his eyes. 

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


The call would have interrupted his pity party. He’d answer the phone hoping that you would be on the other end ready to apologize and have him back over at his place. He hated fighting with you. So when a different woman began to talk he’d go from being confused to panic. He wouldn’t know what to expect when he pulled up to get you, you had never been drunk in front of you before. So when he got there and you were being tugged on by two of the bartenders who were trying to help you stand up his heart stopped as he watched you head rolled over your shoulders. He’d call your name and see your eyes flutter, but still not open. He’d replace one of the bartenders and wrap his arms around your body tightly, eventually just lifting you all together to better his chances of getting you to the car. Your passed out body would scare him, and he’d spend the drive hime tapping your cheeks and making sure you were still breathing. He’d watch you all night until your eyes fluttered open again and when they did he felt like he could finally breath again. He’d kiss you deeply and hold you tight telling you how scared he was making you promise you would never do that again. 

Originally posted by jonginization


He wouldn’t know what to do with himself when he got the phone call. His heart would be racing in panic but his head would be replaying the last words you had said to him. He’d think of this until he was looking at you, arms supporting your weak head, feet handing off the stool, and a man sitting there, rubbing at your back while smiling dangerously. He’d take no time in putting himself between you and him, telling the man to back off. When the man fought back asking who he thought he was Sehun would just respond by pushing him roughly and turning just in time to see your head snap up. He’d put a hand on your back and ask you if you were okay, and when you shook your head and started to cry again he’d help you up and hold you close, hushing you and telling you it was going to be okay. You didnt have to beg, but you did anyways for him to stay with you that night and as he laid there with you holding onto him for dear life he’d hold you just the same, scared that you were going to leave him and pull something like this again. 

Originally posted by sehunicorne


Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz


Warnings: Cursing?


You walked over to the bar with feelings of fear and excitement, you looked over you shoulder one last time seeing the group of girls all smiling waving their hands gesturing for you to do it. You let out a deep breath not knowing how to go about the dare at hand, you were now at the bar behind the stranger who they had chosen for you.

“Please be cute.” You said softly tapping the stranger’s shoulder causing the Mohawked stranger to turn around to look at you “I mean, I’m told I’m adorable but I don’t think that’s the same as cute.” He said flashing a bright smile causing you to laugh “Cute and funny, hmm. I think I got lucky.” You said winning at him causing him to shift in his chair. “I know this is sudden, but you see me and my friends are playing a game and I was dared to take a piece of clothing from you.” You said bluntly not knowing how else to go about the request. He threw his head back laughing, the mere sound caused your knees to buckle, you didn’t expect something so sweet to sound so sexy. Without any protest he handed his white T-shirt to you.

You looked down at the shirt taking it but your eyes made their way to look at the man’s chest, lean and muscular, tattoos embedded in his skin now on full display “Shit.” You said tearing your eyes away from his body moving to his face that now held a smirk “You can stare, I mean it’s already out in the open.” He said winking at you, now causing you to squirm. “Thank you for this.” You said holding up the shirt “No problem, just before you go I’m gonna need that back.” He said nodding his head to the bar indicating he would be there for the night, you nodded before returning to your group of friends.

The night buzzed by dare after dare, all your friends had now taken off leaving you alone and now making your way to the bar. You sit next to the Mohawk stranger handing him his shirt “You know thanks to you, I’ve been getting hit on by the bartender all evening.” He said nodding to the girl serving drinks to few other patrons but her eyes still glued on Mohawk guy “Are you thankful or complaining?” You asked confused as he leaned in closer “Well I told her your were my girlfriend, so the decisions yours to make.” He whispered in your ear causing you to smirk “You know, all this and yet I don’t even know your name.” You whispered in his ear, as you slid off your stool and stood in front of Mohawk guy, standing in between his legs wrapping your arms around his neck “Juan Carlos, most people call me Juice though.” He said licking his lips slowly, you lean in closer to him “Well I guess I’ll be calling you boyfriend huh?” You said bringing your mouth dangerously close to his.

“Yeah I guess.” He said his eyes now locked on your lips, you brushed them against his softly before tightening your hands around his neck pulling your lips closer together. His hands made their way down your body to your hips, holding you in place tightly as you fought for dominance through the battle of tongues but with much pleasure, he had won. You broke apart to breathe resting your head on his “We’re even now, you help me, I help you.” You said smiling, his hands still tight at your waist “Yeah.” He said laughing as he looked over at the now angry bartender.

“Well I do have one more favor.” You said softly pulling away from him, he looked more relaxed and calm “What’s up?” He asked still holding you “All my friends left.. and they were ride.. so I was wondering.. if you wouldn’t mind taking me home..” you asked looking down, only to feel his finger lifting your chin up “My, my. I don’t even know your name, yet you strip me, make out with me, and now want a ride home. Who are you and where have you been all my life?” He asked causing you to laugh “Probably home playing my life away. Names (Y/N) though.” You said laughing as his eyes widen “Oh I’m definitely taking you home now.” He said standing up grabbing your hand and making your way out of the bar to stroll over to a motorcycle.

“Bad boy biker doesn’t fit your character.” You said as you watched him leaning against the bike. “Did I disappoint?” He asked pouting “Not at all Juice.” You said as he handed you a helmet before helping you get on the bike “Hold on tight, my dear lady.” He said smirking as he sped off into the darkness of the night. He had finally reached your house “Well this was an eventful night.” You said smiling as you watched him lean against his bike “So how about we make it even better, what do you say to Mario Kart battle? Loser buys dinner?” You said leaning against your door watching Juice kick the bike stand walking towards your door “You’re so on.” He said smirking as you opened the door, closing it behind you both.

jamesflvnt-deactivated20170711  asked:

Yo if you're still accepting prompts: bartender Anakin and Obi-Wan who comes in regularly?:)

If you think this is not gonna be angsty, you’re wrong.

‘You drink too much, you know?’ Anakin says, taking away the last whiskey glass.

‘None of your business,’ Obi-Wan replies, feeling the pleasant buzz of alcohol in his mind, making him more fearless, less inclined to politeness. It’s starting to become a habit, but a pleasant one, numbing him where meditation and repression failed.

‘It’s literally my business,’ Anakin puts a glass in front of him. ‘My bar, my business.’

Obi-Wan doesn’t reply, grabs the glass, expects vodka, but it’s water, and he almost spits it out.

‘What the hell?’

‘You’ve had enough.’

They stare each other down for what could be a second or an hour – he’s not so sure, time has become a confusing subject, but he likes it like that, he can at least feel when he’s confused, can at least feel when he’s angry at the bartender. Something inside of him wants to punch his stupid, handsome face, wants to forget how it has etched into his memory, his presence in his mind everlasting. At this point he doesn’t know if he’s here to drink or to see Anakin.

‘Fuck you,’ he says, meaning it in every sense of the word.

Anakin just raises an eyebrow. ‘I could just throw you out, you know?’

No, Obi-Wan thinks, please no.


‘I’m sorry.’ Obi-Wan sighs and puts the glass of water down. ‘Please don’t kick me out, okay?’

‘I won’t.’ Anakin looks around and leans over the bar. ‘If there’s something going on, you can talk to me.’

He’s the last person he should be talking to about this, but still, his drunk mouth can’t keep shut, so he starts telling his story.

‘I met someone,’ he says, averting his eyes. ‘Someone special.’

‘So?’ Anakin asks. ‘Did you fuck it up?’

Obi-Wan chuckles. ‘Not yet, no.’

‘Then what’s the problem?’

Obi-Wan looks around. The bar is empty and he concludes it must be late. Even if Anakin had threatened to kick him out, he hasn’t. That’s nice. He wonders why he puts up with him.

‘I shouldn’t be liking him,’ he says, hiding his distress behind his glass. ‘Not at all.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because he’s so much younger and so far out of my league,’ he laughs bitterly, ‘there’s no way he’d want me.’

‘How do you know?’

‘Because I know.’ He looks away, at the glass, at the last drips of water left in it, the dimmed lights from the bar reflecting in them. ‘I just know.’

‘Who is he?’

Obi-Wan shakes his head. ‘Can’t tell you.’

‘Well,’ Anakin replies, moving away from him and taking the glass with him, ‘you might be wrong.’


‘Tell me about him.’

Obi-Wan smiles. He shouldn’t, and yet he can’t stop himself. ‘He’s,’ he hesitates. ‘He’s kind and passionate and good, and I can’t get him out of my head. So I keep seeing him, even if I know I shouldn’t.’

Anakin looks into his eyes and he swallows. He shouldn’t be telling him this. He’s leaning over the bar again, much closer this time, and Obi-Wan remembers they’re alone. All alone on a shitty night in a shitty bar.

‘I don’t deserve him, Anakin.’

‘You do,’ Anakin says, and Obi-Wan’s heart breaks, because he doesn’t know he’s talking about him, because he doesn’t realize what he’s doing to him, how his very existence is torture.

‘No.’ Obi-Wan moves away and shakes his head. ‘I don’t.’


He refuses to look at him. He can’t.

‘You do.’ Anakin’s hand is on his now, and he squeezes in it gently. ‘And he wants you too.’

Watching DRRR! is basically watching an extended lesson on how an anonymous, anarchist leaning organization with no rules or moderation can be easily infiltrated by groups that wish to use such a structure in order to hide their own illicit agenda under the smokescreen of business as usual.

Over and over again, the Dollars are used by other groups: petty criminals of various shades, the Yakuza, the pharmaceutical company, Izaya.  It gets bad enough that the group’s founder takes up an offer to purge the group of it’s so-called bad apples by accepting a shady ass alliance with people who also wanted to use the group in a stupid gambit to beat the shit out of the worst ones.

Unfortunately, the fandom’s main reaction to it is “Wow, that motorcycle chick is hot, and the bartender getting angry is funny”

Would You Like That, ‘Girlfriend’?

Summary: Cas decides to be your fake boyfriend so that a bartender will finally leave you alone.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2200

Warnings: smutty-ish, public dry humping???? (idek lol), language, Cas says the word “fuck” a lot (idk its a head canon of mine that Cas drops the F-bomb a lot when he’s turned on)

A/N: this is for @marksheppardischarming‘s June writing challenge! My prompt was “fake dating” :-)

Tags: @divinitycas @miss-spnm0mma @not-so-natural-spn @bkwrm523 @netflixandcastiellll @phantomangelgoddess

You, Sam, Dean and Cas had just arrived back at the bunker from a hunt a state over, and although it was a successful one, it was long and tiring. You couldn’t wait to snuggle into your PJ’s and watch some Netflix.

“You guys wanna go to Mel’s?” Dean suddenly asked, right as you were going to make your way to your room.

You audibly groaned. Mel’s was the only bar near the bunker and the bartender, Rick, was always hitting on you.

“Dean, it’s almost midnight. Plus, I don’t wanna go to some greasy bar where the bartender won’t leave me alone.” You said, irritated.

“Aw, come on Y/N. Rick’s not that bad.” Sam chimed in from his seat at the kitchen table. Castiel stood awkwardly next to him, observing the situation.

“You’re only saying that because Rick’s never hit on you.” You responded, crossing your arms in annoyance.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea. Just pretend Cas is your boyfriend, and I’m sure he’ll lay off,” Dean suddenly said, an evil smirk on his face.

A hot wave of embarrassment immediately shot through you, and you could feel your face turning a bright pink. That son of a bitch did that on purpose; the boys always knew you were pining for Castiel and were always teasing you about it.

Cas also visibly stiffened at Dean’s idea and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. You, however, didn’t see it because you were too embarrassed to even look in his direction.

“What? No-no, that’s-” you stuttered out, but Cas timidly interrupted.

“I would do it,” he said quietly.

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. Cas would actually pretend to be your boyfriend?

“You would?” You asked in shock.

“Of course. If this ‘Rick’ is truly bothering you, I see no problem with pretending to be your boyfriend if it means he’ll leave you alone,” he stated simply. He was nervously fidgeting with the ends of his trenchcoat.

You looked down at your shoes and blushed. “Ok yeah, thanks Cas. Lemme just go get changed real quick,” you said, rushing out of the room before you could hear a response.

Ten minutes later, you walked back into the living room wearing a low cut black shirt with tight jean shorts and black heels. You always felt confident in black, and confidence was definitely something you were going to need tonight.

“Ok boys, you ready?” You asked the three of them.

Sam and Dean nodded their heads in response and stood up, making their way out the door. Cas, on the other hand, walked over to you and held his arm out for you to take.

“You look beautiful, ‘girlfriend’”, he said as he gave you a small, shy smile.

You grinned wide and blushed as you took his arm and let him lead you to the Impala. “Why thank you, ‘boyfriend.’”

The ride was filled with Sam and Dean singing along to “Night Moves” while you and Cas sat silently in the backseat.

“So Cas,” you turned towards him and decided to break the awkward silence. “When we go in there, I’ll probably hold your hand, maybe kiss you on the cheek if that’s ok? Just couple-y stuff, you know. But if you get uncomfortable with anything just let me know, ok?” You figured it was a good idea to let him know ahead of time so there wouldn’t be any surprises.

“Of course. I’m fine with whatever you feel comfortable doing.” He smiled at you.

Two minutes later, you all arrived at Mel’s and got out of the Impala. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever awkwardness was going to ensue in there.

Cas appeared beside you, and you interlocked your fingers with his, making his face turn a light shade of pink. “You ready, Cas?”

He nodded his head in response, and held open the door for you with his free hand.

“Thank you, boyfriend.” You smiled wide at him.

“You’re welcome, girlfriend.” He said, mirroring your smile.

Dean rolled his eyes while Sam smiled in amusement. “You two are adorable already!” Sam teased as you all took a seat at the bar.

“Ha ha very funny,” you responded as you sat next to Cas.

Immediately, Rick spotted you and began making his way over.

“Oh lord, here we go. He’s coming now,” you whispered in Cas’ ear.

“Heeeyyy Y/N, how’s my baby girl doin’?” He said with his thick southern accent. He gave you a toothy smile, revealing his crooked, yellow teeth. You shivered.

“I’m fine, Rick. Just here for a beer with the boys and my boyfriend, here” you smiled at Cas and nudged his shoulder. He turned to you and smiled, placing his hand on top of yours on the counter.

Rick looked shocked as he scratched the top of his head. “Boyfriend? This guy, right here? You sure?”

You clenched your jaw in annoyance, and Cas did the same, subconsciously tightening his grip on your hand.

“Yeah Rick. This guy, right here, is my boyfriend.” You said, irritated.

“I don’t believe you.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Ok well, I don’t know what else to tell you. He’s my boyfriend and we’ve been dating for almost a month now.”

“Then kiss him.” Rick challenged.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. If he’s really your boyfriend and all that, then why don’t y'all kiss?” He smirked.

“I don’t need to prove anything to you, Rick.” You said calmly. You were totally freaking out in the inside, however. You couldn’t even look in Cas’ direction because of how mortified you were. He would never be ok with kissing you, you’re not even dating! you thought in a panic.

“I knew it. I knew you two weren’t dating. Why did you lie to me, baby girl? You just need to give me a chance,” he tried to smooth talk as he leaned towards you.

“Oh my god, that’s enough!” You said loudly. If kissing Cas is what you needed to do to get this asshole to leave you alone once and for all, then you were gonna have to get a grip and do it.

You quickly turned your chair towards Cas and saw that he was already staring at you with wide eyes. You placed your hands on either side of his face and slammed your lips against his. He was shocked and unresponsive at first, and you were about to pull away, totally mortified at what you had done. But before you could, he began returning the kiss with an intensity, making you give a quiet moan from both surprise and pleasure. He wrapped a hand around your waist in an attempt to bring you closer. Unfortunately, the sounds of cheering coming from Sam and Dean brought you out of your trance, and you and Cas reluctantly pulled away from each other.

“Uh, wow. I guess y'all are dating.” Rick said, both surprised and looking very annoyed at what just unfolded in front of him.

You and Cas were staring at each other in shock, and you almost missed what Rick had said completely. You shook yourself out of your trance and looked up at the angry bartender. “That’s right. We are. So if you could please leave me alone from now on, that would be great,” you said with authority.

“Fucking bitch,” he said quietly as he walked away.

The comment was not lost on Cas, however, and he immediately sprung into action, standing from his chair and grabbing an unsuspecting Rick by the front of his shirt.

“What did you just call her?” He demanded. His eyes were practically glowing; he was furious.

“I didn’t say anything! I didn’t, I swear!” Rick shouted out in a panic.

“Oh, but you did. Do you think you can talk to my girlfriend like that?” Cas growled out.

Rick rapidly shook his head ‘no’ in response.

“That’s right. Now apologize before I kill you where you stand.” He demanded.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Rick cried out.

“Good. Never even look in her direction again, or you’ll have to deal with me.” Cas said lowly, and shoved Rick backwards, making him slip and fall onto the ground behind the bar.

Suddenly, Cas looked to you, and his eyes softened a bit. “Let’s go” he said, holding his hand out to you. You gladly took it, and he interlocked your fingers together, making you smile to yourself. You turned around and gave a small wave to the boys, who waved back with a look of shock on their faces at what had just happened.

You and Cas walked hand in hand until you made it outside the bar, where Cas let go and ran a hand over his face.

Oh no.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quietly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I made a scene in there and I’m sure I embarrassed you. That was not part of the plan and I’m truly sorry,” he looked over at you with his puppy dog eyes.

You smiled wide at his response. “You’re sorry for sticking up for me? Cas, do not be sorry. I really need to be thanking you. Now he’ll finally leave me alone,” you said, slowly walking towards him.

“You mean you’re not mad?” He looked at you, confused.

“Of course I’m not mad. Can I tell you a little secret?” You said lowly.

“Of course”

“I thought what you did in there was pretty sexy, actually,” you looked up at him and saw him raise his eyebrows in surprise. “In fact, it kinda turned me on.” You had no idea where this confidence was coming from—maybe it was the kiss, maybe it was Cas standing up for you—who knows, but you were thankful for whatever it was.

Cas’ eyes darkened at your words, and he slowly began walking you backwards until your back hit the wall. “Did it, now?” Cas said, his voice already an octave lower.

You gulped and nodded, your confidence slightly wavering now that he was this close to you, and god, did he always smell this good?

“Can I tell you a little secret, Y/N?”

“Yeah” you breathed out.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you ever since you kissed me in there,” he whispered, nosing your cheek.

“Holy shit, Cas” you gasped.

“Would you like that?” He asked quietly.

“God, yeah” you responded quickly, feeling your panties dampen.  

Immediately his lips were on yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck, eager to get as close as possible. Cas then placed his hands on your waist and brought you flush against him so that you could feel his erection through his pants, making you moan. You felt Cas’ tongue lick your bottom lip, and you eagerly opened your mouth for him, letting him explore.  

Suddenly, Cas grabbed your left thigh and lifted your leg up around his waist, and he immediately began rubbing his erection onto your clothed pussy, making your head fall back against the wall as you moaned out.

“I would take you back to the bunker and fuck you properly, but I don’t think I can wait,” Cas groaned out.

“It’s ok, me neither,” you panted out as he continued rutting against you at a quicker pace.

Cas began kissing and sucking down your neck, and you dug your nails into his shoulders, the feeling overwhelming with his throbbing cock rubbing against you with an intense fervor. You bucked your hips against him with each thrust, adding to the pleasure. Cas gave a guttural groan and suddenly the familiar warm feeling began creeping into your lower belly, making your hips jerk forward.

“Are you going to come just from this, Y/N?” He groaned out, keeping up his pace.

“Fuck, yes Cas, I’m close,” you cried out, the warmth in your belly beginning to spread as it intensified.

“Come for me, honeybee,” he whispered as he tugged at your earlobe with his teeth.

Two seconds later and the warmth got higher and higher until it exploded, and you were seeing stars as you shook from the sheer pleasure that was consuming you.

Your release quickly triggered Cas’, making him bury his face in your neck as he trembled.

You both continued to hold onto each other, not quite ready to let go yet as you caught your breaths.

“I think I need to change,” Cas said, though the sound was muffled as he continued to bury his face in your neck.

You laughed. “Me too.”

Cas lifted his head from your neck and smiled at the sound of your laughter. He placed his hand on your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb, staring at you lovingly.

"What?” You asked, mirroring his smile.

“Can I tell you a little secret?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah,” you giggled.

“I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend since the moment I met you,” he said, suddenly shy.

Your grin was so wide it threatened to split your face in two. “What a coincidence, because I’ve wanted to be your girlfriend since the moment I met you.”

Cas let out a chuckle and he leaned in to give you a deep, sweet kiss.

“Shall we go back to the bunker and finish what we started, girlfriend?” Cas asked, holding his arm out for you.

“Why yes, boyfriend, I think we shall.”

anonymous asked:

What does Grillby's beast form look like?

like that pretty much. It’s only like, used for war and fighting. But IF PISSED ENOUGH, HO BOY. 

me and sushinfood share the same headcanon lol. 

Please don’t make the bartender angry. Don’t.

Tequila Shot

Request: After I read Indulge Me, I was thinking will you write one where the reader is the bartender and Derek her customer? I would love to read that! :D

Word count: 2159

Author’s note: I enjoyed writing this so much! I hope all of you my dearest Cinnamon Rolls will like the storyline I came up with for this imagine c: As always, thank you for the request, Anon! Also, let me wish you all you beautiful girls out there a happy Women’s Day with this fic! ❤

Warnings: language

I go to the bar with Cora. She invited me because she’s too scared to come alone, albeit she looks confident on the outside. She is now finally in college, studying what she has always wanted to, and it makes me proud as her elder brother. Not long after we enter the place, Cora spots her friends from campus, and walks over to them, leaving me all alone.

Swallowing back my frustration at having come here unnecessarily, I approach the bar. There are people playing either darts or billiard, but I’m not in the mood to join in to them. I opt to drown my frustration in alcohol, although I know it will have little to no effect on me.

I slide on one of the tall stools, surveying the drinks that are put neatly on display on shelves on the opposite brick wall. The lights above me sprinkle an orangey colour, casting everything in a warm shade – it partially settles my inner world, too.

I’m busy contemplating what to order when a soft voice asks, “What can I get you?”

When I look over to the source, I notice a girl, fixing me with a sweet smile. She’s wearing a raspberry-red button-up shirt with a black bottom apron, a white towel in her hand.

“Whiskey and coke,” I decide in the end. She grabs a glass from under the bar, puts it on the surface and pours out the drinks for me. She drops two ice cubes in it, too.

“Three or more will take away its power, or so they say,” she comments as she reflexively wipes the bar clean with a cloth despite there weren’t any patches. She shoots a smile over at me, this time a sharper one, less sweet and more foxy. Dammit if she doesn’t look positively gorgeous. “And you seem like you don’t fancy being here.”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” I reply, taking a sip from my drink. I nurse it between my fingers, turning the glass a couple times, my eyes trained on it instead of her. From my peripheral vision, I can see her propping her hands on the counter they have behind the bar, her head lolling to the side like a kitten’s.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she says, whisking. “Everyone tells their issues eventually. I’m practically a psychologist, I just don’t have a degree.”

Her comment makes me snort under my breath. I glance up at her from under my lashes, making her smile widen on her attractive features.

“I’m not your typical patient, I’m afraid,” I reply, choosing to play along with her.

“Oh? We’ll see about that,” she winks. “I have an arsenal of drinks, and you only have one brain and one liver to resist me.”

“I don’t think you want to bet me on that one,” I shoot back. I realize with a start that my voice has dropped a tad lower; it’s flirtatious now, without me even realizing it. Am I really going to flirt with this bartender?

She walks away when she’s waved over to the opposite side of the bar by a man. He looks like he’s been here for quite a while, and he’s at least tipsy by now, if the rosy nose and cheeks and dazed eyes are any indication.

“Hello,” comes from next to me suddenly. Tearing my eyes away from the bartender, I whip my head around to find another girl sitting next to me on a stool. The smile she’s sending my way is tentative, afraid. I realize it’s one of the girls Cora ditched me for. “You here alone?”

I briefly consider lying to her before answering, “Yes.”

“You see, your sister has already said a lot about you,” she continues. Apparently my response gave her confidence, like a reassurance that I’m open to possibilities for tonight. Mentally, I curse Cora – why the Hell is she talking about me to her friends? She knows I’m not the type to accept any push when it comes to finding a parter for myself. Besides, I could find someone if I wanted to.

On their own accord, my eyes flick at the bartender.

I shake my head. “Yeah? And what’d she say?” I ask, downing my drink. When the bartender approaches to refill it and my heart flutters, I realize that unconsciously I wanted to bring her closer to me by doing that. What the Hell is wrong with me?

“Can I get you something, too?” the bartender asks. Her smile isn’t as genuine as it was when I was still alone, and I can smell the uneasiness pouring off of her, mingling with the scent of Cora’s friend, which is full of hope, excitement and slight arousal, all of these directed at me. The only problem is that I have no intentions of reciprocating any of them.

“Vodka and orange,” she replies, but she hardly looks at the other girl, who just nods, acknowledging the order and proceeding to prepare it for her. “So, as for Cora, she said she had an elder brother who was smokin’ hot, and I have to say, she wasn’t overestimating,” she compliments. I force a smile on my face.

“Thanks,” I say, before adding a tad lower with the rim of the glass at my lips, “I guess.”

“She said you used to play basketball at high school,” she continues. I shrug, acting indifferent to her interest. “Did you get a scholarship to university?”

“Yes,” I answer simply. I hope my one-word replies will make her realize I’m not in the mood for some chit-chat at the moment. Her scent changes now; it’s alarmed and borders on desperate. She chews on her lower lip.

“Don’t you want to join us? We’re going to play billiard, and we are an odd number.”

I glance over at them, Cora waving for me furiously to accept the invitation, but I can’t find it in me to stand up from the bar. I turn back to the girl.

“Sorry, I’m actually a bit tired now,” I say, gulping down the rest of my drink. “Besides, I’m kinda dared for a bet,” I add, looking over at the bartender, who perks up at my statement. She grins as she turns and approaches me. Cora’s friend gives her a judging look – she smells of slight jealousy and disdain as she sips on her drink. I grin at the bartender with a wide, seductive smile, sliding my glass over to her on the bar. “Will you refill this for me?”

“Sure,” she agrees easily. “But I’m not mixing it for you – you seem to be doing just fine, too fine in fact, and if I’m not wary enough, you will drink me out of my paycheck.”

I chuckle at her snarky comment, allowing myself to get lost in watching her preparing my new serving. As she puts it on the bar, she glances up at me playfully from under her eyelashes. I down the pure whiskey in one go, making her shiver.

“Ugh, I practically felt that,” she says, face contorted into one of disgust. “You must have killed all your nerves in your gullet or something, or you must be a hardcore drinker, because it’s not everyday that I see someone do that with such ease.”

“Oh, I can do this all night,” I shoot back teasingly, lifting the glass and holding it over to her. As she takes it from me, her fingertips brush against my skin, sending a wave of electricity through my body. It throws me for a loop and makes me question the whys of it.

“I should have known better when you so confidently said I didn’t want to bet you on this, I assume?” she asks, putting the refilled glass back in front of me.

“Apparently you’re starting to get to know me,” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively, moving the glass to my mouth, never letting go of her gaze.

“I wonder how well you’d handle a salt-lime-tequila shot,” she teases.

“Oh, bring it on,” I accept without a second thought. Ice cubes jingle as she drops them in the glass. As she’s shaking the drink, I add, “Although I prefer it with a little twist, to be honest.”

“A twist?” She pours the tequila on the ice. The rim of the glass is covered in a ring of salt, for she has dipped it in the flavouring. “What kind?” she asks, dropping a slice of lime in it for me before sliding it in front of me. She props herself on the counter again, tilting her head like she did when I arrived. I lick my lip at the mental image and try to hide my cocky half smile behind the glass, apparently with not much success, because she says, “Seems to me it must be a good one.”

I’m about to say it is, but she’s called over by that man again. She leaves, and I’m left with Cora’s friend again.

“How do you like to do the tequila shot?” she asks. I almost reply with a “You’re too young” comment, but I perk up when I overhear the man talking to the bartender. I look there to see what’s happening.

“Come on, have a drink with me! It’s my treat,” the guy offers. I frown at him – he must be at least forty, what the Hell does he want from her?

“No,” she refuses. “But thank you.”

“Don’t be like that,” he pushes. “Have a drink with me.”

“I still have a shift,” she points out sharply, about to leave but the man catches her wrist.

“Yeah well, and when will you finish?” he asks, leaning closer to her.

“Hey, douchebag,” I find myself calling out. All of them look at me, including Cora’s friend. “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” says he, acting puffed up and overly self-absorbed. It infuriates me. I stand, deliberately putting on a menacing stance. As I approach him, I repeat my words. “I said, she doesn’t want to talk to you, you sweaty, fat dick,” I spit out, giving him a despising look. “Now leave her alone,” I finish, now standing directly face to face with him.

“You seriously wanna do this?” he asks as though he had the upper hand here.

“You know,” I growl, eyes nearly flashing scarlet for a second. “I really think I do.”

I hardly finish my sentence before he drives his fist towards me, attempting to punch me in the face, but I catch his fist and squeeze it just this side of too tight. I can hear his bones cracking a bit – the only reason I’m not crushing them to little bits is because I don’t want to engage myself in an explanation later for my excessive inhuman strength.

The guy cries out, and when I release him, he chickens out of the place after leaving the charge on the bar for the girl. She’s fixing me with a stunned look.

“You okay?” I ask, to which she only nods. I sit on a stool again, keeping my distance from Cora’s friend. “Does this happen often?”

“You could say,” she shrugs, trying her best to act nonchalant, but her scent is a give-away for me of the opposite; she’s very worked up. I find myself wanting to soothe her to reset her normal heart rate. As she takes the guy’s leftover drink away, she accidentally spills it over my shirt – her hand is shaking that much. “Holy crap, I’m so sorry!” she apologizes, scrambling to wet a towel and reach over the bar to wipe it off.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I say genuinely, taking her hand gently. “It’s not the end of the world, just my shirt.” She looks at me with a worried expression.

“How can I make it up to you?” I don’t have to consider my answer for too long.

“Serve me the tequila shot with that twist.”

“Will that be enough?” she asks, not understanding why it would satisfy me just fine. I send an attractive half smile over to her, making her cheeks heat up a little.

“Trust me, it will,” I nod. “But I’ll need you to do that when you’re off-shift. When will you finish?” I can sense she’s starting to get the idea by the sharp peak in her scent. She glances at her watch before saying, “A bit more than two hours.”

“I’ll wait for you, then,” I say, leaving no room for budge. “This way I can also scare off all the creeps who try to hit on you.”

“Oh? There is one actually, he’s just promised to wait for me until my shift ends,” she says, teasing me again with her quirky sense of humour. “Such a stalker, isn’t he?”

“The worst,” I agree, grinning. “But he’s the best when it comes to taking tequila shots.”

im on holiday and here's some stuff that's happened so far

-a 3 year old with a t shirt that said ‘not your average 3 year old’ pushed a pram into me and laughed manically as I tripped over it
-a very angry bartender attempted to ID me for buying a slushie
-watched my family (drunk Scottish people and children) play water polo while my little brother screamed Wonderwall lyrics at the top of his lungs
-naruto running with my cousin through hotel corridors at night
-me and my cousin saw a bird with a fish finger in its beak and said “absolute legend” in complete unison
-a little kid came up to me and rubbed a very big leaf on my face
-i watched someone in a fursuit dab on a stage
-my grandmother dabbed
-a little English kid called me an epic fail and then tried to dab
-i keep seeing those machines that dispense little toys but they have an anime man fidget spinning on the front
-there was someone dressed up as a cat just kind of?? walking around?? and not like a kid mascot or anything just wearing a cat costume??? why

That’s all I have just now but its literally only day 2 so I’ll add more later


As we understand many of you are confused by the new Akdong Musician (AKMU) “MELTED” MV and here at K-POP TIMEOUT, along with the help of various netizens who added in their thoughts in the comments section, we have an explanation for you!

The old man looks back on the days he was young, drinking an icy drink as he is now an icy city man.

His pet lizard was shown to further point out his “cold” personality. (Reptiles are seen as cold-blooded, heartless creatures.)

He remembers how he ran away from home to pursue his dream of photography, innocently taking photos of whatever he found interesting.

However, all the adults did not understand him and were cold to his actions & photo-taking.

During his journey we meet a shopkeeper who judges him for paying with so many cents and buying so little to all these sad and unkind people in the streets around him.

For those wondering why the arguing parents are Asian and Black, I believe because in Korea and other predominantly Asian societies, the two races just don’t really get along (same in predominantly African societies) due to racial prejudices. We see their children don’t understand why they can’t play with each other. Their confusion to why their moms are arguing show how pointless these prejudices are and that we should not be having them anyways.

He finally meets this lady whom he thought was “kind”, allowing him to take photos (although after applying makeup not letting him take more pics of the real crying her) and even gives him a ride.

However, she finds some arm candy in a pub and leaves him there to deal with the bill and an angry bartender who seemed pissed off by his own life.

The boy gets beaten up and in the process his camera (symbol of his innocent dreams) was broken.

He then goes to the police for help but they just ignore him because he seemed unimportant (compared to whatever other cases they were dealing with).

He walks away from the city and comes to the countryside. He sees a dog and wants to befriend it but he barks at him.

We see him shocked, losing any of his lingering hope in care/love in the society as he barks back, transforming into a beast like the dog, pushing those around him away from him…

…until a native american man came out of his trailer (a symbol of people of the past/non city people) and gave him food and drink, even showing appreciation of his photography interests (his dreams).

We finally go back to the boy, now a cold city man but his drink no longer cold - the ice has “melted”; from the warmth he felt from the kind native american man he once met, from the kindness that may still be found in today’s society

Was this helpful in understanding the MV?

If you notice anything else, do not hesitate to add it in the comments section below as I may have missed stuff out.

Also for those who want to find out more about the cute actor in the MV, his information can be found here!

When Winter agrees to go out with Qrow:
  • Winter: (glancing around the rowdy club he took them to) Well, this is... Something.
  • Qrow: Yep- it's one of my favorite pubs in all of Vale. (Flinches as a glass flies past his head, shattering on the wall)
  • Winter: (Looking toward the angry female bartender flipping him off) Uh... Care to explain that?
  • Qrow: (giving her a smirk and shrug) I never said that I was one of their favorite customers.
VIXX Theory

UM idk if anyone has addressed this ?!? but ive been thinking about this for a long long time (since like Voodoo Doll era tbh) and the releasing of this last song (Dynamite) sort of just made me decide to go ahead and throw this out there:

I think that vixx’s 10 main singles, in order, all tell the story of one very dysfunctional and terrible love story in the point of view of the guy who’s basically being used and toyed with by this crazy chick 


1. Superhero and Rock ur Body- The “first love story” begins, and it’s all cute and fluffy and sweet and aww. No need to quote lyrics here lol 

2. On and On- he finds out the girl is playing with him and abusing(??) him. “From your touch that holds onto me, I don’t see a single trace of love anywhere.” People warn him about her but he doesn’t listen. “They say she’s dangerous but I don’t hear them.” She hurts and uses him and he just takes it. He’s “ready to get hurt.” It also seems there are other people involved, as in she has at least one other lover. “I’m worried, but I know eventually you will leave me for him.”

3. Hyde- Eventually, he gets fed up with her and tries to leave her. She seems to get upset, but due to the evidence above it’s safe to assume she was only guilt-tripping him. The next day, he “comes to his senses” and realizes that no, he doesn’t want to leave her at all. “There’s no way I said those words, there’s no way I would leave you.” Not only that, but now he’s starting to doubt himself and his feelings for her. Even as he says “I love you,” he follows it up with “No, I hate you.” “Don’t leave me. (Leave me.)” “I know you alone. (No, that’s a lie.)” He also insists that there is a “crazy person” inside of him, (who’s probably the one contradicting him, and his only voice of reason at this point.)

4. Voodoo Doll- It gets darker here. At this point, his voice of reason is totally gone. He swears he will give his life for her, and says she can use him for anything she wishes. “If your heart is aching, call me. Tell me everything. What is it you want? Want me to turn back time? Want me to give you my heart? When you can’t forget, you should take [from me.]” “Even if I can’t have you, I’ll just live for you.” It’s clear that he has become obsessed with her to the point of insanity. Then he says to her, “Trust me and repeat after me: ‘He will come back.’” “I’ll make him cry as much as he made you cry.” It could be that her other lover left her and she is in pain, and he is more than ready to take it all on himself. “Even if I get ruined by the tips of your fingers, I will shed all the tears of the world.” “My body becomes a sacrifice for you; I will sacrifice myself for your happiness.” He is absolutely in love with her. “Just seeing you smile once is enough for me. I’ll do anything you want me to, even if my remaining life decreases.” 

5. Eternity- “I had a nightmare that you left me forever.” “Even you can tell it’s a dream that doesn’t make sense, because there’s no way I would lose you.” He dreams about her leaving him and he’s in denial about it, refusing to let go of her, and insisting that they are meant to be together. When he wakes up he tells her about it and she seems to react strangely. “It’s cold, your mood. It’s strange, but I don’t care.” Is she angry at him? “Thank you,” he says,  “all that matters is that you came back to me. You love me, right?” Even thought he insists it was just a dream, he’s unsure of their relationship again; he’s doubting himself. (Because of her reaction?) “If you want to go, just try to go.Try to leave as you step on my pounding heart for you.” Is she going to leave him? Does she love him? He doesn’t know. He wants her to, because he loves her. But all he feels anymore is doubt. Is it enough for him?

6. Error- In the end, he can’t take it anymore. “My heart was limping and this is the end of the road.” He leaves her. “After making the decision and taking a deep breath, I let out a sigh. I rip her up in my heart.” He had been afraid before of leaving her. He wanted to stick it out because he didn’t want the inevitable backlash. “I was afraid I would get cut by your sharp words… I was a coward; I just wanted to endure it.” However the breakup leaves him helpless and numb and torn between his feelings. On one hand, he’s glad she’s gone, because he feels like he can breathe. “I just need to live, why can’t I? I said it’s okay, this is better for me.” “I don’t want to let go of myself, I don’t want to ruin myself anymore.” “I chose a life that is for me.” However on the other hand, in the end he can’t let go of her. “I saw you again, I cried. Something went terribly wrong, my heart is still remembering.” “There’s nowhere to run from you.” He already left her, but he’s unable to fully let her go. “If I hold onto you, it hurts, but if I let you go, it hurts even more.“ 

7. Love Equation- [BTW- the Korean title means "Official Breakup.”] He questions himself but does his best to go back to his normal life, though he can’t deny that it hurts a lot. “This feeling [of losing you] can’t be described with those typical love songs… But why do tears come when I hear them?” It’s almost like he’s trying to comfort himself, telling himself not to cry because this is for the best and that he will feel better afterward. “I guess this is it. I force a smile and awkwardly hug, I try to be cool as I go home.” “It feels like the same but it’s different; this inexpressible, ambiguous, sad exponent calculation- not even the moon will know this feeling of goodbye. Don’t cry, because you might feel better afterwards.” He feels strange after leaving her; it’s unclear, odd, and indescribable (in a bad way!). 

8. Chained Up- He relapses and tries to go back to her. “I can’t leave you. I’m chained up.” “I relive your touch cause I’m not ready to go; I carve you into me like a scar” “Again… you put a leash on my heart, nail it in place.” “In the past I thought there were no highs and lows in love, but now I am trapped for life.” “I want her, I can’t deny it.” “Like an idiot, I freeze.” “You know you completely own me. To you I’m forever chained up.” He just can’t erase her, no matter how hard he tries to.

9. Dynamite- In the end, she rejects him. (I assume she’s with her other lover/ a new lover as he says “Maybe I’m jealous”. and “I was supposed to be the hero but now I’ve become the villian.” “I want to steal you so don’t leave me.” like he was trying to “steal” her from the other guy and he blamed him.) He becomes angry and starts drinking. “Bartender, one more drink, I need more. Let me get messed up, leave me alone.” He had gotten so attached to the idea of going back to her, that when she rejects him, it drives him insane. He’s in denial about it. "I won’t believe it, something must’ve gone wrong. You don’t know anything, she was supposed to be mine.” “This is all a dream. (Yes, right) Like a nightmare inside a nightmare. Even if I rebel, someone is putting me to sleep; someone is singing me a lullaby.” But he knows very well that in the end, he can’t have her anymore. Even though he wills it not to be so: “Abracadabra, make this all come true, all mine. Abracadabra, make her mind go back.”, he still accepts his fate. “When tomorrow comes, I need to swallow this reality. Though it’s bitter, thought I already know, I’ve got one night, I can’t let you go.” He spends that night allowing himself to break down, knowing this one night is all he has. “I’ve got one night, let’s wreak havoc. I’m gonna be crooked for just tonight. Push, throw, shake, shake it down. Even if I have to change the whole world, girl, please don’t leave me tonight.”

How will this story end up, I wonder? And like was this planned?? (*side glances at Ravi*)

Let me know what you guys think!! I would love to hear other opinions/ideas on this. If any Korean speakers out there have more thoughts since these songs are in your language and I may have misconstrued some concepts or words, then by all means correct me!

(source[s]:,,, and my small knowledge of the korean language.) 

New Girl S6 Positivity Post #2: Nick’s Character Development

In response to Nick being dumbed down:

The character has always been wilfully ignorant. There is a thin line between ignorance and dumbness, but it exists all the same. In real life, people’s traits do become more exaggerated as time goes on – for good or worse, is entirely subjective.

For example, two years ago, I was a pun-free machine. Now I’m a pun-hit punder, cracking puns left, right, and centre. People groan. People sigh. People roll their eyes. If I went to Nick’s bar, I’d be a punter. Nevertheless, this part of my personality is only going to progress (or regress, depending on your view of puns).

You could say this about Nick. Whether you choose to recognise it or not, he has undergone a tremendous amount of growth, however subtle it may be.

I see a lot of comparisons to Season 2 Nick. Let’s go back to Season 1.

In Season 1, Nick was an angry bartender who despite his demeanour, seemed perfectly happy to remain in an irritable stagnation for the rest of his resigned life.

I can’t just jump into something if I don’t know what’s gonna happen. I never have been that guy…I’m the guy that, if I don’t know what’s gonna happen, I don’t do something. Ever. I don’t care how bad I want to do it. I don’t do it. Like, if everybody would go into the ocean and jumped in the water, well, I’m the guy on the beach guarding the wallets.”

- Injured, 1x15

But then Nick starts taking risks. He goes to the ocean and jumps into the water, and Jess guards his wallet. He jumps from a safe life with Caroline back into Apartment 4D for Jess – though he may not have realised that at the time. He kisses Jess. He kisses Jess again and they start something and it feels right, and perfect, like it was meant to be, and it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know what’s going to happen because he’s so happy and it has to work out, it has to. Things are going right.

I’m all in. I’m, like, weirdly, all in.

- All In, 3x01

(Since when did Nick throw himself completely into something?)

It doesn’t work out. And that’s okay, it was worth it. Nick feels like he’s gained something, and he hopes Jess feels that way too. He’d rather have Jess as a friend than not have her in his life at all.

I don’t deal with exes. They’re part of the past. You burn ‘em swiftly and you give their ashes to Poseidon.

- Exes, 3x15

We are the best ex-couple in the world.

- Cruise, 3x23

He carries on taking risks.

Ending a long-term relationship was a big risk in itself, and so was continuing it as a friendship. At the beginning of Season 1, it was Caroline who broke up with him. I’d wager that his relationship with Jess was his first and only mutual breakup. Jess is most definitely the only ex with whom he has remained on such close and friendly terms.

He becomes part-owner of the bar. Not only does he take another leap, he takes the steps towards it. He could have easily given up when told he and Schmidt didn’t have the necessary funding – he didn’t.

Then the girl he likes goes away, and he prepares a Goosebumps Walkaway™ because he’s never going to see her again – except, he decides that, yeah, he doesn’t want that to be the case, and goes to make a move, although she does beat him to the punch by a matter of seconds.

Now I’m going to drink, ‘cause that’s my move.

- Elaine’s Big Day, 2x25

Months later, they’re barely a day into a brand new relationship when she asks him to go away with her for three months. Nick’s only ever been around her for a month. He hasn’t spent that much time with her, especially romantically. Jess gives him a little confidence, and boom, there goes his next jump.

Now we’re in Season Six.

Nick is a part-time owner of the bar. He is in a committed long-distance relationship. He is in the process of writing a full-length, quality book dedicated to Jess.

It’s a far cry from the resigned bartender who wasn’t over his ex after six months, whose writing consisted of spelling ‘rhythm’ incorrectly 38 times and a word search holding no words.

Some time ago, I read an old discussion in the AV Club comments (I forget which review, sadly), that agreed Nick wasn’t dumb. He was wilfully ignorant, because pretending to be dumb means that people wouldn’t have high expectations of him, and he wouldn’t need to meet them. And honestly, it makes complete sense. It’s not me trying to see the positive in things; it’s what I have observed of the character.

Nick doesn’t need to try lower anyone’s expectations now. He has proved himself to be perfectly capable over six seasons. He’s grown so much.

I think he knows it’s hand sanitizer, not ham sanitizer. I think he plays unaware because it makes life more amusing – it’s more fun to think that letterboxes are robots and that girl’s hair is a wig. I think it’s become a habit, and he doesn’t know how else to act now.

I am certain about one thing: Nick Miller is not dumb, and has had positive character development.

Title: Fuck You

Pairing: Phan (Danisnotonfire/AmazingPhil)

Genre: Smuuuttt

Words: 1,478

Warnings: Smut, and jealousy I guess

Summary: Dan gets jealous and sends out a fuck you tweet to Phil, later he actually does fuck him

A/N: My smut sucks, but here it is. Feel free to judge.

Dan huffs leering at his boyfriend from the bar.
Phil had decided that today would be a perfect day to go to a party on of his old college friends was having and bring Dan along. But so far, Phil had been talking to anyone and everyone but him. Needless to say, Dan was furious.
He sighs turning to the bartender. “Another one, please” He mumbles glancing back at Phil who threw his head back laughing at a comment a girl in a slutty dress had made. Dan’s jealousy, and anger only grew.
The bartender puts another cup down in front of Dan as he tears his eyes away from Phil.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking…. Whats got you so angry?” The bartender asks cleaning the counter.
Dan sighs turning his gaze to the man. “My boyfriend,” He mumbles shifting in his seat so he could talk better. “He brought me to this party, but as soon as we walked through the door, he ditched me, and now he’s talking to some skank.” Dan growls jerking his head towards Phil and the ‘Skank’
The man sighs glancing at the two. “Oh damn, I’m sorry.” Dan just shrugs. “I expected everyone to be all over him, but honestly, I didn’t think he’d abandon me.”
The bartender sighs with a nod. “I know how you feel, one minute you’re in love, the next they abandon you for someone younger, prettier, smarter.” He hisses making Dan assume he had some experience with this.
Dan looks down with a scowl. It’s not true is it, Phil still loved him… right?
He glances over to where Phil was still talking to girl just in time to see her put her mouth next to his ear and whisper something seductively.
Dan purses his lips, tears springing to his eyes. Quickly he takes out his phone, opens twitter and types. “Fuck you @amazingphil” Before standing up and storming out of the party.


By the time Dan reached the flat, he had cooled off a bit, not enough to make him forget about his jealousy, but enough so he wasn’t rampaging through the house and breaking all of their little knick knacks.
He pulls out his phone deciding to check tumblr but instead sees 10 missed calls from Phil, and about 23 messages from Phil.
He huffs clearing them all away and heading to his room.
5 minutes later, the front door slam shut. “Dan? Bear? Are you here?” He hears Phil call. Dan huffs crossing his arms not responding.
Soon the door to his room opens revealing a sad looking Phil, but Dan doesn’t look up.
“Bear, what happened?” He asks sitting on the other side of Dan running a hand through the younger boys hair.
Dan shakes it off.
“Nothing.” He snaps.
Phil sighs shrugging off his coat. “Dan, I know something happened, you tweeted ‘Fuck you’ what is it?”
Dan purses his lips. “Maybe the way you abandoned me?” He growls shutting his laptop and putting it on his desk. “Or maybe the way you danced with that skank, or the way you let her feel you up, or the way you let her whisper seductive things in your ear. What did she tell you Phil!” Dan hisses voice growing louder and louder until he was screaming, letting out all of his pent up frustrations.
Phil’s eyes widen and he reaches for Dan’s hands. “She didn’t say anything” He assures but Dan knew he was lying because his eyes flickered towards the ground.
“Phil.” Dan warns lowly ripping his hands away from Phil and sitting up on his knees. “What. Did. She. Tell. You?”
Phil sighs looking down. “She said she wanted to ride my cock, and she would be the best I’ve ever had.”
Dan’s breath catches in his throat. “I won’t stand for that.” He growls pushing Phil down roughly and quickly straddling him. “I’m going to make you forget all about that skank. I’m going to be the best you ever had”
He quickly kisses Phil, who was still laying shocked. He frowns tasting a fruity taste on Phil’s mouth and he pulls back. “Did she kiss you?” He asks recalling the fruity looking drink in the girls hand. Phil looks away. Dan huffs bending over again and attacking Phil’s mouth with more anger this time.
“I’m going. To make sure. That when I’m done. There. Will be no. Trace of. That skank. Anywhere.” He mumbles between kisses.
Phil moans in response bucking his hips up.
Dan moans also as Phil creates wonderful friction.

“When I’m done with you, you’ll never look at another boy or girl again without thinking of me.” He mumbles unbuttoning Phil’s shirt and pushing it off.

Phil doesn’t respond, but instead begins fumbling with Dan’s shirt as well, desperate to get it off.
As soon as his shirt is off Dan begins kissing down the older boy’s chest until he arrives at the waistband of his trousers.
Ever so slowly he unbuttons them and pulls the zip down with his teeth while looking up at Phil’s lust filled eyes.
“J-Just hurry u-up” Phil squeaks hands fisting the duvet underneath him and bucking up his hips.
Dan chuckles lowly before yanking the trousers past his feet revealing the considerably large tent in Phil’s sonic themed pants.
Phil lets his eyes flutter close as Dan begins mouthing over it. He lets out a rather loud moan, and Dan chuckles as the older boy flushes a deep scarlet.
“Dan. Please.” Phil all but moans lacing his fingers through the Dan’s chocolate colored curls.

Dan nods letting out a sharp gasp as Phil tugs on his hair and quickly slides the pants down over his legs throwing them somewhere by the other discarded clothing.
He slowly lowers his mouth over the shaft, letting the warm air from his mouth wash over it before taking it all in one go fighting his gag reflex.
Phil tightens his grip on Dan’s hair letting out a girlish moan before snapping his lips shut and blushing scarlet. Dan chuckles sending vibrations up Phil’s cock causing his eyes to flutter shut.
Dan begins to bob his head up and down at various speeds before pulling off with a pop. Quickly he slides out of his own trousers, desperate to make Phil forget about anyone he’s ever been with and claim him as his own.
Grabbing the lube from their desk drawer, he spreads Phil’s knees apart and pouring a generous amount on his fingers.
“How many baby?” He coo’s pressing one against Phil’s rim.
Phil blushes again. “T-Two” He stutters looking away. “I-I stretched in the morning”

Dan nods quickly pushing two of his fingers in, beginning to pump them quickly.
Phil whimpers pressing his head against the pillow.
Dan smirks beginning to scissor his fingers revealing in the soft whimpers and moans pouring from Phil’s mouth. “You like that baby, like when my fingers stretch you nice and open? Does it feel good?”
Phil nods his head lolling from side to side. “D-Dan, I’m r-ready” He mumbles
Dan nods pulling his fingers out of Phil and pouring lube over his hard and leaking cock, stroking it a few times before lining up with Phil’s hole.
Phil nods. “D-Don’t hold back. I-I can take it.”
Dan smirks with a nod before pounding into Phil with a brutal force, hard enough to shake the headboard.
Just like Phil requested, he doesn’t hold back immediately thrusting hard and fast enjoying the screams and moans falling out of the beautiful black haired boy’s mouth.
“Bet no one can make you feel like this huh? No one can fuck you so hard you scream. Can they? Tell me who can make you feel like this.” Dan murmurs into Phil’s ear before beginning to nip at his neck.
Phil moans nails scratching down the younger boy’s back, “Only you can” He mumbles.
Dan moans holding Phil close, “That’s right, only I can, you’re mine” He groans.
Phil pulls back looking Dan dead in the eye. “I’m yours”
Dan groans coming undone, Phil following soon after, both of them riding out their orgasms together.
Phil sighs as Dan pulls out. “What got you all crazy jealous anyway? You know I’d never leave you?” He mumbles pulling Dan into his chest.
Dan sighs, “I dunno, I was talking to the bartender about how sad I was that you abandoned me and he said something that made me think you didn’t love me anymore”
Phil pouts holding Dan closer. “I could never not love you. You mean too much to me.”

Dan smiles softly. “I know.” He whispers before grinning impishly. “Hey Phil?”

“Hmm?” Phil responds.

“I really did Fuck You” He smirks referring to his tweet from earlier. Phil laughs. “Maybe next time, I can fuck you instead.”

Yes, Josh is a dream but Greg’s right here in flesh and blood and self-hate.

I died when the tune of What’ll It Be (Hey West Covina) started playing when Greg sabotaged his chances with Rebecca at the wedding.

This song tells us everything about Greg. His hopes, his dreams. He knows what he wants, and he knows he can get it but he deliberately removes himself from the race. Because he’s afraid of failure. He’s afraid of jumping into the abyss of uncertainty and rejection.

So it’s easy for him to think that it’s West Covina that’s holding him back. That he can never compare to Josh. He’s always been the angry, sarcastic, alcoholic bartender. At least that’s what everyone keeps telling him. It’s so easy to slide back into that rut. To settle.

This is why I think Greg is the most human of the characters. And that he deserves more, even though he thinks he doesn’t. I’m so glad we have another season because I can’t wait to see how they develop his character.