are you all gross under there

I know this was said so many times, but when I hear all the news and fear, we don’t have Reylo, just remember. We have the famous scar.

Rian Johnson could have had the perfect chance to let him look like a badass fucked up person

The last one was to much, but I think you get my point

But no he let him look like this!!!

Does this look like a villain, who is evil and disgusting? Nope.  More like a dark prince right? And why would Rian change the scar from gross to sexy. For whom? For Snoke? I BET.

For that sake, pls add more pro Reylo stuff, comments, evidence under this post, so that the people, who are worried can smile and have faith again. 

Our party—a bard, a fighter, and a ranger—were on a one-off side quest to deliver a letter to somebody. He wasn’t at his house (learned after breaking in, to the DM’s dismay), so we found out the general area he was in and went there, confusion in our wake and a spring in our steps. I, the bard, had decided that I would funnel every ounce of skill I possessed into charisma, and at level 5 had a +6 modifier. I had been using that power at every opportunity that arose. We wander through the foothills full of caves, looking for this guy, when our fighter rolls a nat 20 perception trying to look for any signs of life.

DM: You—okay, so. Yeah. With that, you actually notice about fifty feet away that a particular cluster of bushes is rustling just slightly, but not with the breeze.

Fighter: Oh. Cool. “Hey guys, I think there are some folks in those bushes over there.”

Me: “Cool beans! HELLOOOOOOO, MY DUDES!”

DM: There’s a few seconds of silence before four guys come slowly forward from the bushes. They look pretty rough and tough, and uh—

Ranger: Can I roll perception? Uh… that’s a 15.

DM: You deduce that they’re probably bandits or something. They’re walking forward and one of the guys says, “Who are you little pests, and what’re ya doing in these here foothills of ours?”

Me: “We’re just hanging out, traveling, and actually it seems like a good time to break for breakfast if you lovely gents would like to join us! I can brew us up some chamomile, I have like a thousand mushrooms I got earlier—”

Fighter: “I got that chicken, too, and jerky.”

Me: “Oh hell yeah, we’re gonna chow down if y'all want in on that action.”

DM: That’s, uh… that’s persuasion, advantage because you’re offering them food and seem too dumb to be dangerous.

Me: Thanks man. Uh… 14 total.

DM: *head in his hands* I just—okay, they join you for breakfast I guess. And yet again you avoid a fight I planned for you. One of the dudes breaks out some eggs from somewhere.

Ranger: What’re their names?

DM: Uh, uh, they—it’s got. There’s Bablo, Sanchez, Kent, and uh. Eskabar.

Me: Cool. I roll to flirt with them.

DM: ………<i>all of them???</i> I mean… sure?? I guess??

Me: Hells yeah. Rolling.

Proceeds to roll: 16, 19, and <i>two natural 20s</i>.

DM: *head on the table* Like. You—you make your fellow party members super uncomfortable. You are piled under boys, it’s kinda gross but super chill for you. Kent wasn’t super into the whole group thing before, but now he would straight up die for you. He’s learning a lot about himself today.

Me: I’m gonna write those names down for later. Can I put “a boys harem” in my items list?

Tips I Wish I Had Growing Up FTM
  • Don’t throw away your favorite shirt just because it’s pink or in a women’s cut, one day you might be passing and confident enough to wear it again. Don’t stop wearing or doing something you like just because it’s not traditionally masculine.
  • It can take years, YEARS, for even the most supporting family member to use the right name and pronouns, because they’ve known you since you were born as one thing, and it can be hard for them to automatically correct themselves. I know you hear this a lot from THEM, but this is coming from another trans dude. If they’re trying their hardest to understand you, if they support you in your transition, don’t treat them like the devil for slipping up on your name and pronouns. Try to be patient in correcting them. Above all else, they love you. Remember that!
  • If you’re in a safe home environment, it’s best to come out to everyone at once. Rip off the bandaid. It can be really stressful for close family not to know what to call you in front of other family members when you use your preferred name and pronouns with everyone but certain people. Don’t feel like you need to hide yourself from certain people if they’re extended family that you’re not going to see until next Thanksgiving. Put it out there so that everyone knows and nobody needs to sneak around the subject.
  • Don’t resent previously transphobic relatives for things they said before they came to support you. Sometimes it takes someone in the family coming out for them to realize that trans people are people to. Take pride in the fact that you changed their perspective on it, don’t hate them for what they used to believe.
  • Don’t go out with straight guys. I can’t stress this enough. If he’s only into you because you’re AFAB, stay away from him. Ask him about his sexuality. If he says anything about “only going out with trans guys”, get the fuck out of there. Stay away from straight guys.
  • Bind in moderation. Don’t bind at home, and don’t bind under baggy clothing. Not only is it bad for your ribs, but you can get a pretty gross rash from wearing a sweaty binder all the time that’s a pain in the ass to get rid of.
  • If you’re a B cup and under, you can flatten your chest down with a single sports bra and get pretty much the same results as using an actual binder. I’m a B cup and I can pass with just a sports bra, not to mention it’s ten times more comfortable.
  • When you’re trying to get a recommendation for HRT, you’re going to need to see a sex therapist, and you’re going to be asked a lot of uncomfortable questions. You’ll be asked about your sexual and romantic preferences, on top of questions about dysphoria and general trans stuff. It’s awkward and anxiety inducing, and it’s gonna suck, but the therapist’s goal is to get you in to see the endo and the questions are there so that they can see if you fit the diagnosis for gender dysphoria. All you have to do is tell them you identify as trans and you have dysphoria, nothing else really matters.
  • Having a personality disorder doesn’t invalidate your identity or your need for hormones. That concern didn’t even come up when I got my recommendation!
  • Opt for injections over gel. I know a lot of young trans people go for testosterone gel because it’s less scary than the injections, but I haven’t met a single trans dude my age that was happy being on the gel. Every trans dude I’ve met that was on the gel says that it didn’t offer much physical change for them and they switched to the injections instead.
  • The injections don’t hurt as much as you anticipate they will. It hurts less than having your blood drawn. The fear of needles is usually what gets people, but if you have a family member that can do your injections for you, it’s far easier than doing them yourself.
  • Testosterone makes your body odor smell ridiculously bad. Shower daily and use deodorant.
  • Testosterone makes you really horny, and that’s the first symptom you’re going to notice. This is going to lead you to want to make bad choices in the name of getting laid. Don’t let your hormones get the better of you. Find a nice, SAFE way to relieve those urges. Don’t go sleeping with just anybody (again, stay the hell away from straight dudes!). There are literal forums dedicated to things you can use to get off when you don’t have any toys, I shit you not, and that was my godsend growing up.
  • Wait at least a year to get rid of your pads and tampons. Just. Just trust me on this one. It can happen.
  • Don’t have unprotected sex under the guise that you’re completely infertile because of testosterone. Again. It can happen.

Any other trans adults are welcome to add to this!!!

im really so, so fucking tired of the “um actually young children can be asexual” discourse… like we’re talking people saying that preteens and younger can be asexual, and by extent other prepubescent children are sexual. like what the fuck is wrong with you all??? do you not get how fucking weird it is that youre all insisting that your average elementary schooler has a sexuality??

every post on it i see is like “bbbbut when i was a little kid all the other kids wanted to kiss people and got crushes on people and i didnt understand it because i was asexual” like no you stupid fuck its because children experience crushes in really variable ways, and not every child does. other kids getting puppy love crushes or being curious about kissing people isnt fucking sexual?? do you really think thats what it is?

like sorry but kids under like 10 literally DO NOT start experiencing sexuality unless theyve been sexually abused, outside of extremely unusual cases. they might be aware of sex or curious about it, but children that age do not experience sexual attraction. 

you all insisting on labelling the (nonexistent) sexualities of prepubescent children or even some young teens is fucking nasty and backwards.. its no wonder your community fucks so many kids over by telling them theyre asexual for not experiencing sexual attraction at like? fucking 12 or something and then making them feel like theyre gross for it once they develop it later

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Complete this conservation: "Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak, your son has gotten into a fight for the second time this week. We're going to have to suspend him till Tuesday"

“Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak…” Mr Gault stares down over the top of his glasses at the two men. “Your son has gotten into a fight for the second time this week.” Dean notices a barely noticeable curve to the man’s lip; a smirk if he ever saw one.

“We’re going to have to suspend him till Tuesday,” Mr. Gault continues, “At the very least.” The pleased expression across his face grows bigger. This man actually seems to be taking a weird sort of pleasure in kicking Matthew out of school.

The kid is six. How bad could the fight have been?

Dean’s nostrils flare and he opens his mouth, ready to read the guy the riot act, but he feels Cas’ hand on his arm.

“Mr. Gault, this seems a little extreme.” Castiel appears the picture of composure, but Dean can spot the barely concealed anger in that steely, unblinking stare. “Isn’t detention the normal protocol for something like this?” Mr. Gault’s mouth becomes a thin line.

“Normally, yes, but in situations where a student is injured-“

“Matthew hurt a kid?!” Dean blurts out incredulously. “Why the-“

“Um, actually, your son was the one… injured.” Gault admits. Castiel and Dean blink in unison.

“Another child hurt Matthew and he’s the one getting a suspension?” Castiel’s tone seems to drop the temperature in the room five degrees.

“He instigated the fight,” Gault counters. “And this hasn’t been the first time-“

“So why is this the first time we’re hearing about this?” Castiel crosses his arms over his chest defiantly, and now Dean feels like he’s the one who needs to hold his husband at bay.

“You seem to be dancing around the situation and placing the blame on our kid.” Dean narrows his eyes. “How about we ask Matthew what happened?” Gault’s shoulders straighten, and it appears like he’s calling Dean’s bluff.

“Alright.” He picks up the phone on his desk and hits two buttons, talking to someone on the other line and asking them to send Matthew in. The office door opens a second later and Matthew walks in sullenly, remnants of dried blood under his nose and a rather nice bruise on his forehead. Castiel and Dean both rush to him, talking over each other to ask if he’s alright.

“Matthew,” Castiel says, lightly placing a hand on Dean’s shoulder and quieting Dean. “Can you tell us about the fight?” Matthew gives a sullen nod.

“Eric Roth invited all the kids in class to his birthday,” Matthew sniffs, “But he said I couldn’t come.”

Castiel frowns. “Well, Matthew, that’s no reason to start a fight-“

“He said I’m gross because I have two dads.” A whimper escapes Matthew’s throat and he wipes as his face with his sleeve. The room goes quiet enough to hear a pin drop and both Cas and Dean twist around to look at a very bewildered Mr. Gault.

“Has this happened before, Matthew?” Castiel asks, his voice barely constrained and his eyes not leaving Gault. Matthew nods.

“He told the other kids not to talk to me because my dads are dirty-“

“Our son is getting bullied and you’re punishing him?!” Dean blurts out as he jumps to his feet, towering over the vice principle.

“Uh, well… I was told he started the-“

“I don’t care who the hell started the fight,” Dean snaps. “You’re ignoring abuse of your students and then blaming the victim when they fight back?”

“They shouldn’t be fighting at all-“

“And this has happened repeatedly.” Castiel finally lets the calm facade drop. “Have Eric Roth’s parents been made aware of their child’s behavior?”

“Well, he’s not the instigator-“

“We’re done here,” Dean announces firmly, scooping up a still sniffing Matthew into his arms. “I expect to hear that you’ve addressed the issues of bullying in your school and you won’t be suspending our child when he’s the victim.” Castiel and Dean walk out Mr. Gault’s office, leaving the man still gaping like a floundering fish.

As soon as they are out in the parking lot, Dean pulls back to take a look at Matthew. “You doing ok, buddy?” Matthew gives a small nod.

“Yeah,” he mumbles.

“Don’t worry about that Eric boy,” Castiel says, patting Matthew’s back comfortingly. “Dad and I will make sure to talk to his mom.”

“Did he hit you in the nose, Matt?” Dean asks. Matthew nods. “Your forehead too?”

“No, I head-butted him,” Matthew says. Dean can’t help but laugh.

“That’s my boy,” he says.

“Don’t encourage him,” Castiel says with a playful slap across his chest.

The Friendly Wager (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,978

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking, cheese - I needed something this fluffy ok? haha

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

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BTS Reaction - When another member finds your bralette in their room

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this is gonna be a little longer, I’m in a very write-y mood today lol This will be under a “read more” because it is kinda long!!!


You and Suga had been together for almost two years now - and you’ve only slipped up once. You were alone with Jin in the dorm while all the other boys, including Suga, went off to do their own thing. You walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, and shouted at Jin to see if he wanted to order take out while the other boys were away for the time being. When he didn’t answer, you quickly pulled out your phone and sent Suga a text:

When will you be home? I think Jin and I are going to order Chinese or something x

I’ll be home in five minutes babe, just wait for me before you order.

You smile at his reply and set your phone down, now looking around for where Jin might have disappeared to. 

“Jin? C’mon, I’m hungry and Suga will be home in-” you stop as you open the door to Suga and Jin’s shared bedroom, revealing Jin, the most weirded out look on his face. In his fingers he lightly held onto your red, lacy bralette, as if it was the most disgusting thing he’d ever witnessed.

“Y/N. What. Is this?” 

At that moment, Suga walks in and sees you standing in the doorway to his room, and steps aside to see Jin holding up your bra. 

“Oh, shit. Sorry.” Suga laughs, and Jin starts doing one of his rants like the one he did in the Christmas VLive then flings the bra into a pile of dirty laundry that has yet to be finished. He begins to lecture you guys on the importance of cleaning up after yourselves when you’re “finished being little rabbits.” 

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hey heres all the fucking freaks in the mcelroy rpf shipping server

some of these people are 30 years old. heres a list of everyone that introduced themselves in the server (with proof under the cut) (i also have censored screenshots of the gross ass porn they sent and them complaining about *~antis~* if you want to see)

@drcoxsredwingsjersey (he is 30)








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Spoonie Witch Tips: Cleansing

Cleansing is important. Whether it be after a spell or ritual or just maintenance, a good cleansing can keep icky vibes out of your space while also lifting and promoting good vibes. (I’ve also noticed that cleansing works especially well for keeping the spookies that are attracted by my depression away. More on that later.)

I don’t know about everyone else, but sometimes I just don’t have the spoons to get out of bed, let alone cleanse my house on the regular. Over the course of my practice, I’ve compiled a few low maintenance ways to cleanse my space and I wanted to share them with my fellow spoonie witches.

Low Energy Cleansing Methods

1) Open the windows. Let the air come in and sweep away all of the stagnant and gross energy that’s lurking in your space. A bonus to this is that fresh air will get into all of the cracks and crevices, so it’s really thorough.

2) If you have an oil burner or diffuser, pop in some rosemary, eucalyptus, and lavender oil (if you have a burner, you can find these oils for under $5 at Walmart. If you have a diffuser, check Amazon for the most efficient option for you). These oils have seriously cleansing and protection properties, especially when paired together. If you’re using a diffuser, you can also use some charged water (sun, moon, etc) to help boost the energy.

3) Don’t want to make a cleansing spray or whatever? I feel you, friend. Take yourself to Walmart or your local dollar store and buy some air freshener. If possible, try to choose a scent you associate with cleansing. I like Air Glade Lavender and Chamomile. I pretty much just spray it while telling it to cleanse the space. It also smells nice, so bonus. This is a good one for the closet witches out there!

4) Himalayan salt lamps. Seriously, just turning them on and asking the element of Earth to cleanse the space works for me.

5) A salt water spray for those who are not open about their work. You can also add a little bit of vinegar or lemon to boost the cleaning properties of the spray. I like to add lemon juice, some rosemary, and holy water to mine.

6) Literally, just small bowls of salt around your space. In my own practice, I’ve found this also helps ward and fight off the spookies that are attracted to my depression and anxiety. It doubles as a cleanser and ward, so I make use of this often.

7) Music is a powerful tool. There are whole YouTube channels dedicated to this purpose, so finding a tune you like may take a little time, but at least you’ll have options. I like to use the wind chime sounds.

8) Light a candle. Sometimes I choose a scent associated with cleansing (lilac is good for cleansing and exorcisms, lavender is cleansing and protection, and any scent named after sunshine makes me think of cleansing and healing), other times I just light a white candle and visualize its light consuming all of the darkness in the room, clearing out all of the crap.

9) Get some plants. I don’t know what it is about having plant babies, but they cleanse and raise a space’s vibes like no one’s business. Look into cactuses, succulents, and other starter plants!

10) My personal favorite? Opening the windows and doors to my space and telling the bad vibes that they don’t have to go home, but they can’t stay here, aka the GTFO method. This is probably best paired with another method, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t use this one frequently.

I hope this helps some people out there! Again, I just wanted to share some things I’ve learned work for me and my situation. You might find that you prefer some methods to others or that you need to tweak them- and that’s okay! Do what works for you, your spoons, and your practice. 💖🌌

gonna be super gross and mushy in the tags and it’s not even abt like hockey or anything lmao literally don’t read them i’m such an emotional mess it’s embarrassing

“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 1

Lemme just write this real quick lololololololol



Harry was listening to Savie only around 50% as he sat in the booth overlooking the busy London traffic as the rain fell rather heavily outside. Under normal circumstances, Harry would have been an ideal listener to his and your mutual friend, but as she continued to talk on, Harry slowly started to zone her out.

But it was for good reason as he waited once your dark blue car pulled up across the street, parallel parking before he watched as you struggled with your umbrella inside the car before opening your door and letting it out. You clutched your jacket around yourself as you looked both ways before crossing the street and then jogged over to the cafe where Harry and his friends were sitting.

He got up from the booth, mid-sentence from Savie, and opened the door for you as you bustled in. You’d come straight from work, just as Savie had, but you definitely looked more stressed than she did.

“Hey,” Harry chcukled, taking your monstrosity of an umbrella from your hands as you attempted to fix your hair and get it out of your face.

You stopped for a moment, looking up at and smiling through your windblown mess of a mop of hair as you couldn’t hold back the smile. Harry’s eyes crinkled in happy acknowledgement as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours briefly.

“Hi,” you greeted back, biting your lip as you admired his adoring face.

“Ugh,” Savie groaned, breaking whatever cute moment you and Harry had planned to let linger. You poked your head from around Harry’s broad body and waved to Savie.

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Imagine finding Chris’ tattoo about you.

It was 1:48AM by the time you and your boyfriend got home from your cousin’s wedding reception. It had been an insane night filled with lots of booze and a ton of dancing. Both you and Chris had drunk and danced your way long into the night; there was no doubt your heads and feet were going to pay for it tomorrow. But it’d been a great night, the two of you- as always- had a lot of fun together. The two of you were so cute together that everyone- even the bride and groom- were a little jealous of your relationship.

Chris spent the entire wedding being a total sweetheart, there was an endless list of sweet things he did: he carried your purse for you while you went to the toilet, he accompanied you when you had to run around and greet family members you hadn’t seen or talked to since you were a little girl, he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your hair when you started getting emotional about the vows, he made sure you drank enough water and ate enough food to counteract the alcohol you were consuming because he knew you were a lightweight after two years of being together. Chris even gave you his too-big-for-you shoes towards the end of the night, carried your heels in his hand, and ruined his favorite socks- all because he knew your feet were killing and couldn’t bear to see you in pain. You’d lucked out with him, that was for sure.

Chris carefully stacked your heels onto the shoe rack before turning his attention to his shoes that you easily slipped off. He picked them up and slotted them into their respective spot on the rack before taking your hand and hauling your half-drunk ass upstairs. Your eyes fell on his favorite socks which were no longer a pretty cobalt blue considering he padded around on public grounds without his shoes protecting them. You felt terrible as you were responsible for murdering his socks; it was more than likely you could just soak and wash them, but your half-drunk ass didn’t think of that.

“I’m sorry,” you said and he glanced over his shoulder at you with a raised brow; he’d no idea what you were apologizing for. “I ruined your favorite socks,” you explained then pouted, making him laugh. “They’re all dirty and gross now, thanks to me.”

“They’re just socks, sweetheart.” He shrugged nonchalantly because he really didn’t care, “don’t worry about it.” He tucked your arm under his when you got upstairs, he chuckled when he saw that you were still beating yourself up over the socks. “You’re still a little drunk, aren’t you?” He squeezed your hand gently and led you to the bedroom.

“I’m very much sober,” you said with a lopsided grin that made him laugh.

“Okay, my love. Let’s put you to bed,” he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

He sat you down in front of your dressing table while he went into the bathroom to get your makeup cleanser and cotton pads. “Think you can manage?” He quizzed when he held out the two items for you; you nodded and took it from him, turning to the mirror to start the tedious process of removing your makeup. “Now let’s get this off,” he said as he moved your long locks out of the way to take off your necklace for you.

“Hey, Chris?” You looked at him through the mirror.

“Hm?” He looked up at you after he successfully removed your necklace.

“Do you think we’ll ever get married?” You asked him and he immediately smiled.

“Of course I do.” He lowered your necklace in your jewelry box. “I’m just waiting for the right time to pop the question. I feel like now isn’t because of my contract with Marvel, I mean- I don’t want to have to leave you after just getting engaged. I kind of just want to jump into the whole wedding planning and post-engagement glow, I can’t really do that if I have to run off. So I thought I’d wait until after my contract with Marvel finishes, if that’s okay with you.”

“As long as I know you’re in it for the long haul,” you smiled, “I’m okay with anything you want.”

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Of course I’m in it for the long haul, if I weren’t- I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me and I definitely wouldn’t have added your name to the house’s legal documents.” You nodded in acknowledgement. “Are you sure you’re sober?” He chuckled again, lifting your hair over your shoulders and letting it cascade down your back.

“Yes, I’d be a lot worst if I were drunk. You should know that by now,” you said and he laughed. “The wedding’s just got me thinking about having one of my own. I know you’re in it for the long haul, but we just haven’t talked about getting married before so-” You stopped talking and began to mumble when you saw the smile he had on his face, “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I’m going to marry you,” he bent over and whispered into your ear. “I am not going anywhere and neither are you.” He planted a kiss into your hair, “are we on the same page now?” You chuckled but nodded, and he smiled. “I’m going to change out of this, I’ll be right back to unzip you.”

“Okay,” you nodded and resumed cleaning off your makeup.

In the mirror, you caught Chris walking into the wardrobe. He stood half in, half out as he took off his blazer, tie, slacks, then shirt. You watched him with great appreciation for his amazing physique; he was a lot more than his body, but it didn’t mean you didn’t appreciate it. He caught you admiring him as he pulled a pair of track pants over his legs, he smirked as he walked over shirtless with his tee in his hand.

“Why don’t you take a picture,” he teased, “it lasts longer.”

“Don’t really need to take a picture if you’re here for the long haul,” you winked at him. He chuckled and started to pull his tee over his head when you caught a tattoo on the side of his ribcage that you’d never seen before. “Hold up,” you lowered your cotton pad and turned around, lifting his shirt to take a closer look at the unfamiliar tattoo. “When did you get a new tattoo?” You trailed your finger across it then laughed softly when you realized what the tattoo was; a date, 4/7/2015. “Aren’t you patriotic, Captain?”

“Not that patriotic,” he responded with a light chuckle. “This is actually for the first time you told me you loved me,” he explained and you felt your heart skip a beat as you lowered his shirt. “Remember? Fourth of July, you met my family for the first time?” You nodded, smiling; it was a good day. “We rented a place by the beach, my whole family came out and we had a huge barbecue bonfire type thing.”

“And we snuck away just before they let off the fireworks,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “We went for a walk on the beach and I told you I loved you, a feeling you very easily reciprocated which was nice to know. I can’t believe you got that memory tattooed into your skin,” you gently poked the spot where the tattoo was, “you couldn’t just keep it in your brain?”

“Nope,” he shook his head with a smile that made your heart flutter. “Because that memory is far too important to me. Yes, it reminds me of the first time you told me you loved me, but it’s more than that.” You raised a brow for a more elaborate explanation. “It’s the day my life fell into place, Y/N. When you told me you loved me, it was like- all the stars aligned,” he admitted and you felt your eyes welled with tears of joy. “That was the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, then chuckled against your skin as he said. “And the day my mom said she’d disown me if I ever lost you.”

“Yeah, right,” you laughed. “Lisa loves you way too much to disown you, even if you did lose me.”

“You clearly don’t know how much she loves you,” he smiled. “About as much as I do,” he bopped your nose. You lifted his shirt to admire the tattoo again when he released your hand; an act to which he chuckled softly at. “If you’re wondering when I got it, let’s just say it’s been an inappropriate amount of time for you not to notice.”

“Okay,” you laughed softly as you pulled your hand away, letting his shirt fall back over his abdomen. “I’m sorry I don’t notice every single tattoo on you, you have too many.” He chuckled, turning you around to unzip your from your dress. “But I know about it now and I absolutely love it.” Your dressed dropped to the floor and pooled around your feet.

“Mm…” Chris brushed his lips against your bare shoulder as his hands ran up and down your sides. “Does this mean you’re going to get a matching one?” You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his neck, smiling. “Or you know,” he kissed your neck, “at least something that pays me and our love some form tribute?”

“You know me very well, Chris,” you began as he pulled back to look into your eyes, “so you should know what my answer is.” He chuckled softly when you smiled, the both of you simultaneously answered, “hell no.”

Imagine Dean coaching your daughter’s soccer team.

Characters: Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: mild angst, super fluff, daddy! Dean (yes, it’s a warning because *swoon*)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic TEN. The line requested was “The whistle makes me their god.” It was requested by @pinknerdpanda​ . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I didn’t get to add in the smut that you requested because the story in my head just didn’t lend itself to it. Hope you aren’t too disappointed with the outcome. I personally had tears of joy in my eyes as I was editing it. I LOVE daddy! Dean. 

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anonymous asked:

Pretty pretty please can you write something where Alex and Kara see Maggie when she's on the heavy bag or upset and Kara goes to comfort her but Al's like 'sweetie, I've got this' and it's sweet and comforting and amazing and I've been crying since I woke up this morning please give me something fluffy!

Kara knows something’s wrong the moment she enters the building.

Maggie’s heartbeat is steady, but elevated, hard, and while she’s generally learned to avoid walking into Alex or Maggie’s places – or her own bedroom during game night – when their heartbeats are quick and rapid, Maggie is alone.

She’s alone and loud hip hop that Kara can’t identify is pounding along with a rhythmic thudding.

Kara sighs.

Maggie’s working on her heavy bag.

Normally, Kara wouldn’t give it a second thought – Maggie loves that thing – but she’d had breakfast with James this morning and he’d regaled her with tales of how hard Maggie had just pushed him – and herself – in the gym.

So this probably isn’t her regular workout.

She gives up on the door after it becomes clear that Maggie’s not going to hear it, so she jets around the building and raps, instead, on the living room window.

Maggie’s face – sweat-streaked with focused, furious, intense eyes and messy hair swept off her neck in a high bun – doesn’t change when she sees Kara, and she doesn’t stop bouncing on the balls of her feet.

But she does tug at her gloves with her teeth, and she sheds one to yank the window open for her girlfriend’s little sister.

“Need something, Little Danvers?” she yells over her music, glad she doesn’t have to turn it down because of Kara’s superhearing. Without waiting for an answer, she replaces her glove and goes back to slamming combinations into the bag, working on her breathing and hip rotation with singular focus.

Kara watches her for a long moment.

“How do you do that? Alex says I always drop my left shoulder before I throw a punch, that it gives me away.”

Maggie sighs and gestures Kara in front of her, still weaving up and down on the balls of her feet.

“You shouldn’t have to drop your shoulder because it shouldn’t be up like that to begin with. Keep the tension in your core, not your shoulders.”

She reaches around Kara’s body and hesitates before touching her. Kara nods, suddenly breathless, suddenly shy, and Maggie is somehow both gentle and firm as she shows Kara with a splayed hand on her stomach, how to brace her abs, with gently tapping fingers on her shoulder, prompting her to relax it.

“Good, Little Danvers. Now when you punch, try not to send my bag through the wall, okay?”

Kara grins and pulls her punches, and Maggie surveys her with sharp eyes.

“You seemed pretty in danger of putting it through the wall yourself, Maggie.”

She catches the question in Kara’s voice, and she grunts and shifts Kara by the hips to the side so she can go at the bag again.

“It’s nothing, it’s whatever. Just a workout.”

“I heard you already had an exhausting one this morning.” There’s no judgment in Kara’s voice, just concern, but Maggie launches a rough roundhouse kick at the bag anyway.

“Our line of work, you can’t train too hard.”

“Actually, you – ”

“I’m fine, Kara. What did you need, anyway?”

Kara slips her phone out of her pocket and texts Alex as Maggie launches a new assault on the bag.

“Winn and I are in the mood for pool, and we wondered if you wanted to come.”

“No phone?” Maggie asks without looking at her, and Kara’s heart threatens to break, because she knows her sister’s girlfriend is breaking, but she doesn’t know why.

And her worst nightmare – both of their worst nightmares, she imagines – is not knowing how to help.

“You weren’t answering.” Kara finally reaches over and turns down the music, because her own senses are starting to overload. Maggie opens her mouth to object, but glances at Kara’s face and nods immediately, silently, like she understands without needing an explanation. Because she does.

Kara finds herself hoping that her sister marries this woman.

Maggie keeps her gaze on Kara’s face and her eyes soften somewhat. She stills for the first time since Kara flew in and rips off her gloves with a sigh.

“You ever just… for no reason, everything feels like the world’s ending? Except it’s not actually?”

Kara nods softly, slowly. “This one of those days?”

Maggie just stares at her face for a long moment, like she’s evaluating how much she wants to risk, and before she can decide, Alex’s key scrapes the lock.

One look at Maggie’s somehow both guarded and open face, the sweat pouring down her body, the slow swiveling of the heavy bag, and the concern in Kara’s eyes tells her everything she needs to know.

“Oh sweetie. I got this.” She strides over to Kara, squeezing her hands and kissing her cheek gratefully. “You wanna go get us some takeout?”

“I’ll go to that organic place in Austin, okay?” she tells Maggie, who fights tears and shakes her head, struck silent by the way the Danvers girls just… want to care for her. For some reason she can’t fathom.

“You don’t have to, Little – ”

But Kara’s already kissed her cheek, smiled softly at her sister, and flown back out the window.

Silence rises in her wake, and Maggie goes to put her gloves back on.

“Whoa whoa, okay,” Alex reaches out with gentle hands to stop her. “You don’t have to talk, babe, but you need to be gentler with your body, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Maggie stares at the ground and Alex kisses her forehead.

Maggie backs up.

“I’m all sweaty and gross.”

“Sweaty, yes. Gross? No. Never.”

Maggie sighs and Alex waits until she knows Maggie’s ready for a tiny push.

“One of those days?”

Maggie nods, humiliation written everywhere on her body, and Alex’s heart shatters.

“Well, Kara will be back in a little under an hour. You know what that gives us enough time for?”

“I’m not really up for sex, Danvers.”

Alex pffts. “No! Here, you shower. It’ll help. I’ll warm the towels for you. And I’ll have a surprise waiting when you come out, okay?”

Maggie sighs skeptically, exhaustedly.

“Do you trust me, babe?”

Maggie nods, because if she’s not beating the life out of something, it’s about all she can do.

“Good. So go. Shower.”

She does. She does and she hates every moment of it, especially the parts that make her feel somewhat, somehow, better.

But her throat unsticks and when she steps out of the bathroom in the tank and boxers Alex had slipped in and left for her, she speaks, because she panics.

Because her studio isn’t all that big, yet she can’t see Alex.

Alex, who told her to trust her. And yet she couldn’t see her anywhere.


“Down here, babe!”

Alex’s voice is muffled and the smile in it, the barely restrained, bursting enthusiasm, is so clear that Maggie’s lips start tilting upward of their own accord.

“Danvers, what – “

Because as she rounds the couch, she finds Alex buried in a fort made, it seems, of every single pillow and blanket Maggie owns.

“It’s the Bad Day Tunnel. Or hole. Or fort. Or burrow. I can’t decide what it should be called. Kara would always call it the Fortress of Sistertude, but I very much don’t want you to be my sister, so I figure we should come up with something else.”

In spite of herself, Maggie plops down in the fort next to Alex, who tosses a blanket over her shoulders and lets her lean into her body.

“What does one do in the Bad Day… thing?” she asks in a monotone, because she’s scared that if she allows any emotion into her voice – like the overwhelming feeling of being cared for, being heard, being seen, that Alex is giving her so perfectly – she’ll break.

“One has a bad day. It’s where you go when you’re extra sad. You can do anything you want in the fort. Drink scotch – don’t worry, the scotch is for you, I brought myself root beer – ” And sure enough, there are bottles and glasses in the center of the fort – “and when Kara gets back, eat food. There can be music and there can be crying and there can be yelling and there can be cuddling, and I brought tissues and your favorite stuffed animals and your phone in case you want to just zone out and scroll through Instagram or something.”

“So basically you made me a depression tent. Where I can be depressed and it’s okay.”

Alex’s eyes fly wide, thinking that Maggie hates it. Thinking that she’s messed up, thinking that she’s hurt her more, offended her, been insensitive to her, not heard her.

“Yes?” Her voice is small and her voice is terrified, but then Maggie’s soft lips are on hers, and it’s one of the softest kisses they’ve ever shared, because Maggie has the energy to beat a heavy bag senseless but she doesn’t have the energy to sustain a passionate kiss, so Alex lets it stay soft, stay gentle, stay tender, stay perfect.

“I love you, Alex,” Maggie whispers into her lips, and Alex swears she won’t cry.

“I love you too, Maggie. However you feel, whenever you feel it.”

They’re both asleep in the depression tent when Kara returns with three heaping bags of takeout, and she smiles and sets the bags down and crawls into the fort, the tent, the safety, with her sister and her future sister-in-law. Alex feels Kara’s warmth and hums happily, shifting in her sleep so Kara can slip onto Maggie’s other side and help Alex hold her safe, hold her steady, hold her loved.

anonymous asked:

how do you introduce a large group of characters (around ten) that are all meeting for the first time? sort of like the hunger games when they're all training and none of the tributes know each other. i already want to establish the relationships (romantic and friendships) between certain characters so i can flesh out their personalities more.

Thanks for your question, nonny! :)

This is something I’ve had to do before: in my second novel, I gathered nine characters to a rooftop and observed them all through the eyes (and first impression) of my POV character.  It was a difficult scene, and it felt awkward at the beginning – but by the end I found I’d enjoyed it a lot.  Something about meeting new characters for the first time is always exciting… so to meet a bunch of characters at once?

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

But it’s also difficult.  The more characters you have, the more confusing it can become to keep track of them all.  Beyond that, you have to consider how you’re portraying all of them, with their body language and their interactions with each other.  How much is too much for your POV character to discern from first impressions?  How do you separate what your character can see from what you already know?

How to Introduce Multiple Characters at Once

I’m going to list out a couple dos and don’ts, all working toward the same primary goal: to interest your readers without overwhelming them.  Things get confusing if your characters aren’t laid out right, so that’s going to be my focus…

Do: picture the setting.

If you’re going to outline some or all of the characters in the scene, the best way to start is to imagine the room through the eyes of your POV character.  Where your characters stand is important – almost as important as what they’re doing.  If they’re quiet or introverted, they may be off to the side.  If they’re dominant or relaxed, they’ll tend toward the center, probably dead ahead of your character.  Take note of this, because this will affect the order in which your character sees them.

Don’t: introduce them linearly.

Unless your character is literally meeting these strangers in a line-up, you shouldn’t introduce them from left to right.  Remember that these characters aren’t stationary objects – they’re people who move, speak, and make noise.  Different people in different corners of the room will grab your MC’s attention.  They may hold that attention for a long time, or only for an instant before your MC is distracted by someone else.  Jump around between characters, although you should try not to revisit the same one twice.

Do: describe them subjectively.

Your MC is going to have bias, preconceived notions, which color the way they view certain people.  They are going to think of some things as normal, based on their exposure and their role models in life.  They’re going to have opinions on people with short hair, or people who over/under-dress, or people who bite their nails, or people who talk too loudly or don’t talk at all, etc.  They’re going to develop first impressions that may be incorrect, but that’s the fun part – who they at first perceive as a gross narcissist or a social pariah may later become their best friend.  So use that strongly.

Don’t: over-describe them.

Readers can only handle so much information at once, and if you describe all ten of these characters from head to toe, they’ll wind up dizzy.  Instead, pick one focal trait per character – one that’s distinctive from any other character.  If you have two blond men in one room, you can’t describe them both as “the blond man.”  In fact, it can be better to use non-physical descriptors at first (e.g. “Teeth-Grinder” or “the awkward starer”).  Either way, don’t tell me your characters’ hair colors (unless they’re outrageous) or if they’re wearing a flattering wrap dress.  And please, oh please, don’t have your character “overhear” names.  You learn names when they’re told to you.  Don’t try to cheat.

I hope some of this has helped you.  If you have another question, my inbox is open!  Good luck :)

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

Barbados Bonding (REQUEST)

“Jaxon!” I squealed, pushing my now wet hair out of my face. He laughed immensely as he watched his prank play out, but soon stopped as he saw me get to my feet, “I’m gonna get you!”

Chasing him down the beach, he screamed and hid behind the shield that was his big brother. “Let me at him, Justin,” I said, leaning around him to try and grab him. “What did you do, Jaxo?”

“P-poured sea water in her hair,” He giggled, making Justin laugh too. To his little brother’s surprise, he stepped aside and Jaxon gasped, giving me the opportunity to pick him up. We fell onto the sand, courtesy of Justin sticking his foot out and I proceeded to tickle him.

“(Y/N), ahhh! S-stop it!” He giggled, trying to push my hands away, “I’m not gonna stop till you apologiseeeeee,” I sung, never letting up.


Soon, I heard the giggles of other presence’s. I turned and saw Justin’s sister, Jazmyn and step-sister, Allie watching close by as their brother was being attacked by the tickle monster. “Don’t just stand there, come help!”

They ran over and joined in, “Us girls have gotta stick together,” I said, and they nodded in agreement, pinning Jaxon’s arms up so that I could reach his armpits.

“Alright, alr-right… s-orry!!!”

Letting him go, he stood up and shook himself off, out of breath. Allie and Jazmyn were in a fit of giggles and I smiled at them, they were adorable. Looking up, I saw Justin sat with his father, smiling at the scene before them.

I was honoured that Jeremy had invited me to spend a vacation in Barbados with the Bieber’s (OG and to-be), it made me feel like part of the family. I loved the kids, a lot. They were adorable and so full of energy.

justin’s pov

“She’s so good with the kids,”

I smiled at my dad’s observation and watched as they used her as a human jungle gym, Jaxon on her back and Allie and Jazmyn on either leg. They were all laughing and it couldn’t help but bring a grin to my face.

(Y/N) was special. Especially with children, it was like she became one but still retained a motherly instinct. She taught Allie how to build the “perfect” sandcastle, Jazzy to plait hair so that she could achieve “mermaid waves” and Jaxon to be more confident in the water. I admired her.

“I’m so glad she came,” I added, “This trip wouldn’t have been the same without her.”

Seeing her with my siblings made me even more confident that she was the woman I wanted to settle down with, she was perfect in every way. Not only my siblings, but my Dad and stepmom, too. The way she spoke with them were as if she’d been friends with them for decades. (Y/N) was such a heartwarming person, and everyone could see that.

“Justin, look what (Y/N) found!”

Jazzy ran up to me with a starfish in her grasp, “Woah… where did you find that?”

“By the water! She says we have to put it back though, because it can’t survive on the beach.”

“Which is sad, because it’s so pretty here,” Allie added.

I glanced up and saw (Y/N) waiting by the water’s edge for them, feet splashing in the water. She was a masterpiece, I got so lucky with her.

“Earth to Justin!”

I blinked repeatedly and I heard my dad laugh beside me as Jazzy waved her hand ferociously in front of my face, “I said are you coming to watch?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

I walked with them to the shoreline and smiled at (Y/N), wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss, “Hey beautiful.”

“Ewwww!” All three of them grimaced, making (Y/N) giggle. “One day, when you’re a little bit older, you guys will find someone who makes you really happy and kissing will be the last thing that you’ll find gross,” She spoke, making me smile.

“Now come on, we have a starfish to save.” She changed the subject before there was any protest.

Walking into the sea, we all watched as (Y/N) took the starfish from Jazzy and swam out a little way so that nobody would tread on it. We waved and she waved back before ducking under the water.

“We really like (Y/N),” Allie said and Jazzy nodded in agreement, “I like her the most! She taught me how to swim on my back.” Jaxon added.

“I’m happy that you guys like her,” I said, pulling them all close to me as we watched her swim back, “Because she’s gonna be around for a while.”

Offensive Cosplays

Hey guys, so you guys know I’m not usually one to post drama on here, but something came to my attention recently that isn’t a particularly new concept to this fandom - offensive cosplays. And what I mean is blatantly offensive cosplays, such as dressing as a Nazi officer.  

The main point of this is I want everyone to know that this is not okay. In the slightest. It is grossly offensive and actually illegal to dress this way in many countries because of the connotations it holds. 

Millions of people died under the Nazi regime and the things that they did to other people is inhumane, gross, and disturbing on all accounts. No one should have ever been made to live through that. And cosplaying a Nazi uniform which represents all of those horrific events is absolutely unacceptable. Just don’t do it. If you really need reasons not to do it, I highly recommend watching Alfred Hitchcock’s Night Will Fall, it’s in my opinion a very well done documentary with footage from within concentration camps and while disturbing to watch, it puts gravity to the situation and faces to the millions of people who were brutally killed within these camps.

The reason this came to my attention recently (although I have seen countless others) is recently a Germany cosplayer decided to cosplay an SS army uniform for a convention and continued to post this onto social media. This cosplayer was then told by several people that her cosplay was very offensive. Instead of taking down these pictures or taking responsibility for their actions, they proceeded to claim they were being cyberbullied and handled the situation in a very terrible way which left others feeling resentment towards them. 

If someone does tell you that you are being offensive to them, just stop what you are doing and take a step back and really take into account what you are doing. If you’re going to straight up cosplay a Nazi, though, then just don’t. Don’t do it. You can be historical without donning a Nazi uniform, there are many other options out there.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I would love a Modern Glasgow AU story about Claire talking to Faith and/or Brianna about sex. I love seeing the girls in their later teenage years, and I think that while it may make Jamie suicidal, Claire would do SO well talking to her daughters about the topic. Thanks!!

Modern Glasgow AU

Claire watched her eldest daughter twist her fingers on her lap, head bent, thinking.

Not yet meeting her Mama’s eyes.

Pursing her lips, dark brows furrowed.

Down the hall, William called for Fergus – who replied that the youngest Fraser’s beloved stuffed Nessie had been safely located behind the living room sofa.

Faith swung her legs over the edge of the bed, careful to not kick her Mama. And picked at a spot of breakfast crusted on the hem of her shirt.

“Does it happen every time?”

“Does what, darling?”

“Does a baby happen every time people – I mean, you and Da – ”

“No. No, it doesn’t. Once is enough, but it can take years.”

“Like with me?”

Now Faith finally looked up – blue eyes still wide, but voice steady and strong. So wise beyond her nine years.

“Exactly. Your Da and I – we wanted you, very much. And we tried for more than two years before you arrived.”

Faith nodded absently. Processing.

“Did you try every day?”

Claire held back a smile.


Faith’s eyes bugged a wee bit.

“It must not take very long, then. Otherwise I’d think you’d be tired all the time.”

Claire smiled – just a bit.

“It can be quick – or it can take quite a while. But it’s so, so much better when it’s with someone you love, Faith – and with someone who really, truly loves you. Do you understand?”

Faith nodded, dark curls bobbing.

“I couldna think doing something like – like *that* – with someone I didna really love. It – weel. It sounds a bit gross.”

Claire leaned down to envelop Faith in one of her patented Mama hugs. Faith sank against her, grateful just to be held.

“I told you this because I know you are smart enough to understand it. I wanted you to hear it from me first. Because you can always, *always* talk about it with me. All right?”

Faith nodded against Claire’s neck.

A long, lovely moment –

Interrupted by a knock.

“Faith? Are ye in here?”

The knob turned – and there was Jamie, still in his bathrobe, three manuscripts under one arm. His eyes met Claire’s over Faith’s head.

“Ach – I’ll come back – ”

Faith pulled away a bit. “No – no, it’s OK. Tell Bree I’m coming.”

Then she squeezed Claire’s hand and padded across her bedroom – but not before stopping in the doorway, looking up at her Da, and quietly yet sincerely saying:

“Thank ye for doing sex with Mama to make me.”

Faith ran down the hall.

Jamie gaped at his daughter – then at his wife.

Claire settled back on the bed, giggling, hands gently caressing the tiny swell where Bairn Five rested.

“Here, love – let me help you pick up all those pages. Can’t have you getting those authors confused.”

BTS Reaction to: Their Girlfriend Being Bisexual

Can you do a bts reaction to their girlfriend being bisexual ?

Jin: When you told him, he mulled over what this meant. He wondered if you would somehow be less loyal. But that idea made him giggle. Not only is he the King of Visuals, but he’s the type to judge on personality. You’ve shown him nothing but loyalty and love, so although this new information does take him back for a second, he ultimately doesn’t care.

“Okay, cool. Do you want to play Mario Kart? And maybe order take away?”

Originally posted by syubtae

Suga: Min Yoongi, a Bi Messiah, does not give a f*ck. Gender and sexuality don’t matter to him. Yes, he is glad to date someone who understands him, who doesn’t think “Why can’t you just pick a side?” or that being bi “is just a phase.” And that’s it; he doesn’t think any more or less of you because of it. He would love you just the same if you were straight or pansexual.

Love is love, at the end of the day.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

J-Hope: Ok, so just hear me out,,, but in my most humble opinion, I think that Hobi’s bi too or at least curious about experimenting. So this news only makes him excited. He thinks all sexualities are normal and that it’s okay to have sex with whoever you want, as long as it’s safe, consensual and you’re legally an adult. And he’ll ask you about your past experiences, not to fetishize you, but just out of curiousity. I really do think he’s experimented with boys before (I will die for Sope) so it’s an open, comfortable conversation that brings you closer together. He might even suggest a threesome, purely joking and not in any way trying to force you into anything. But if you show interest, he’ll be so elated.

“Wait, really? Hell yeah!”

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Rap Monster: ngl this boy immediately started imagining you going down on some hot girl. But he also takes your words very seriously. He hates if ppl make bi jokes or are like “Ayy your girl’s bi, how do you know she won’t cheat?” and all that crap. He may not understand from a personal viewpoint but he knows that bi’s are a “grey” area in the LGBT community and get a lot of hate from ignorant ppl. So he’ll never reduce your sexuality to a joke or try to use it against you. You can be open and comfortable around Namjoon, who loves you for you. You being bi doesn’t change that.

But it does give him something great to fantasize about on tour …

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Jimin: Not for a second does his view of you change. He has friends that are bisexual *cough* Suga *cough* and even follows a lot of openly bi artists. So this information doesn’t bother him at all. He is, however, hyper aware, on days when he’s feeling self conscious, of all the attractive ppl around; wondering sometimes if you’ll leave him for them. But that’s not an issue with you, that’s his personal insecurities talking. As long as you prove your loyalty and remind him of his beauty, both inside and out, those moments pass quickly and ChimChim is nothing but loving to you ~

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

V: “What’s that?” Listens to you explain your sexuality, never interrupting or judging you. He just nods along. “That’s cool. So do you want to go get strawberries?” As long as you love him, that’s all that matters … Until a few days later when he suddenly realizes;

“Wait, have you had sex with girls?”

Originally posted by taetaebts

He doesn’t ask this to be creepy. He asks only because it makes him realize that out of everyone in the world you could be with, you chose him. And that makes him melt.

“Awww, my heart is fluttering ~”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jungkook: tbh Jungkook takes the news the worst. Not because you’re somehow “gross” but bc he’s young and not very experienced. Although he looks cocky on stage, under that persona is that shy, young boy from Busan who admires his hyungs. So he feels unworthy of your love, comparing himself to your exes, thinking that if they couldn’t keep you happy, how could he? He can’t stop imagining you with another girl, thinking that no one understands a woman’s body like another woman, right? How could he compete with that?

You need to explain to him how dating girls is the same as dating boys; there’s good, bad and ugly relationships. The only difference is the gender. As he learns to understand your sexuality more, he realizes that he worried for nothing.

“How foolish was I? Thinking you’d leave me, when I’m the greatest there is? Boys and girls don’t stand a chance against me.”

Originally posted by jeonify

You want to fuck your sibling!?!?

I get doZens of messages a day asking for advice on starting the incestual ball rolling…

Here’s the thing there is no easy answer, but good news everyone! There are a few basic steps you can take to gauge interest.

#1 Start talking! If you are not close with your cousin, sister, brother … duh, get close! Show an interest in them.

#2 once you are close enough ( some of grew up closer than others) ask loaded questions, START loaded conversations.. “ what’s a loaded question you ask? What’s a loaded conversation ”? It’s a question or discussion that you are already ready to pick apart and have planned for. THE BIBLE oddly enough is a great place to start, “what the fuck”? Yes I hear you, but listen… that book is littered with INCEST! I mean top to bottom filled with family members banging each other!

#3 this one is key!!! Always have a way out, let’s face it your sister or brother or cousin may not feel the same way as you.. never, ever! Go into the rabbit hole alone! Keep your words and self in a position to abort, back out, and retreat! “ oh I know I think it’s gross too”

#4 there are countless cheesy but effective ways to see if they are kinky or into you.. “ accidentally” send a naked picture.. for example.

#5 do not under any circumstances treat your sibling like a boyfriend/girlfriend !! Simple.
Have fun, reassure them it’s “ok” and you will always be family!

#6 get drunk! Easy pz!! I get it, some of you don’t drink, but sucks for you this incest shit just got that much harder ( lol or not hard at all)
Seriously though, If the two of you are close… get some drinks on! Every one loves strip board games! Every one loves dares!

Be a pervert but don’t be a piece of shit!!
Consent is key in any sexual relationship!!

Have fun and best of luck !

Ps- if you are going to message me about advice, give some background info.. 🤓