are you guys a package deal

In light of me graduating tomorrow, I’ve decided to make a bit of a guide for those younger students who have not yet experienced college. Keep in mind, I am American and attended an American university while living on campus.

LAUNDRY/CLOTHING/FASHION

  • hand wash your intimates (panties and bras). they’ll last longer.
  • don’t get wrapped up in sticking to an aesthetic. just wear what’s clean
  • hang the next day’s outfit on your closet door
  • have one outfit for every occasion
  • invest in plain solid colored tops, a business formal and business casual outfit, and comfortable shoes
  • fold a plain t-shirt, roll it up tiny and stick it in a bag. keep this in your everyday bag if possible in the event a guy named Eric spills coffee on you in Bio
  • use scarves, plaid shirts, belts, ties, etc to spice up your wardrobe. but also, its fine to wear the sweatpants and hoodie to every class

THE LIBRARY

  • don’t get attached to just one singular spot. explore like you’re in a video game looking for hidden items.
  • sometimes you end up working in the library for their full operating hours. keep a travel bag with toothbrush/toothpaste/floss, mini bottle of face wash, pads/tampons, pain reliever, hair ties, and chapstick. just in case you stay until 2am at closing and you have an 8am and you know you won’t get much sleep.
  • have cash on you, have money on your student card, have your ID with you at all times and USE EVERY RESOURCE they offer.
  • minimize how much you bring. my library had desktop computers but also you can borrow macs and ipads for a period of time. also, they have chargers you can borrow.
  • photocopy, print, scan, etc is your friend. borrow a textbook from a friend for a day and have your own copy in minutes at the library.
  • follow the rules of the land. don’t be that guy/girl/person.

FOOD/DINING HALL

  • plan your meals
  • budget your meal plan so you don’t end up starving during finals week
  • KNOW EVERY SINGLE DEAL/SALE/SPECIAL OFFERED AT FAST FOOD JOINTS
  • eat with others, especially when you’re struggling to get food
  • if it isn’t essential, don’t buy it
  • never shop hungry
  • make lists before you grocery shop. shop more on the outer rings of the stores where the fresh, healthy food is
  • DRINK WATER
  • cook like you’re trying to survive a harsh winter. leftovers that last. carbs and protein heavy.
  • have family send you care packages with essentials you can’t get where you are.
  • GET THE RECIPES FOR YOUR FAVORITE HOMECOOKED MEALS

CLASSES

  • unless you invented mornings or are the god Apollo, please refrain from taking 8AM classes
  • never make big gaps in between your classes in one day. schedules should maximize efficiency. have enough time to eat and pee between classes and nothing more.
  • office hours. go to them. no matter what your status in the class is. you want those letter of recommendations, don’t you?
  • sit in the front
  • do the readings, write down questions you have, take good notes, make sure all your questions are answered before class is over
  • make friends with your classmates. emailing the whole class to get notes you missed is a huge nono
  • make money by being someone’s note-taker
  • go to tutoring sessions
  • make besties with your TA

STUDYING/HOMEWORK

  • never work on outside assignments in class
  • start the day you get an assignment even if it’s due next month
  • the minute you start a new unit, prepare for that inevitable test
  • you should spend hours studying for each subject. daily. for the best results
  • online homework is hard to remember. make phone alerts
  • download apps that won’t let you procrastinate on your computer when you need to study. i use writer’s block.
  • study before you go to bed, then pause and continue once you wake up

PUBLIC SPEAKING/PRESENTATIONS

  • record yourself while you practice
  • don’t stare at one person the whole time you’re speaking. pick three in different locations around the room
  • if you need to pause and look at your notes, do it naturally and comfortably. even announce that you’re taking a second to check your notes
  • take frequent short pauses to avoid saying uhhh and ummm while you’re trying to remember something
  • ask that your audience save questions for the end
  • practice (3x)
  • perform your script to a friend first. have them act as your audience, teacher, and the bad scenarios that can happen when you prepare but everything goes to shit

SKAM “SLAVE” TRANSLATION

Sana: Hello?

The ballonsquad guys: Discussing how Yousef has tried 10 times and failied and how he’ll fail again

Yousef: Sch.. Calm down boys 

The guys: Come on then!

The ballonsquad guys: That was bad!

Sana: Whats going on in here?

One of the guys: Lets make Sana try it!

The other guys: She’s totally gonna make it!

One of the guys: Yeah because she is actually good at basketball unlike some people!

Simo: Yeah, because she learnt it from me!

Sana: What you talking about learnt it from you? Even mom is better at basketball than you!

The ballonsquad guys: Ohhh!!! That hurt!

Simo: If you can make it, then I’ll be your slave for a week!

The ballonsquad guys: Dont do it man!

Simo: I’m sure about this

Sana: Drive me everywhere, clean my room?

Simo: Whatever you want! The whole package!

Sana: Swear!

Simo: Wallah! (I swear to God in arabic) And all the boys are my witnesses!

The ballonsquad guys:

Dont do it!


Simo: Its okay guys! I got it!

Sana: What should I do?

Simo: You gonna throw this in the lamp, exactly at the time Snoop Dogg sings “Smoke weed everyday”

Sana: Just that?

Simo: Just that?? But if you fail, you have to be MY slave for a whole week!

Sana: That was not a part of the deal!

Simo: But you said “its just that?” What is it, are you scared of failing? If you’re so confident come on then!

Sana: Give me the ball?

The ballonsquad guys: You’ll regret this!

They are just cheering, and then Sana fails.

Simo: So.. now can you go make us some tea?

Sana: I’m not a slave to all your friends!

Simo: But they are my guests!

Simo: Thank you, slavewoman!

Simo: It came out wrong, sorry. Chill. That was not nice of me to say. 

The ballonsquad guys: Watch how you talk to your sister! Thats your sister!

Simo: Don’t get involved! Calm down.

END SCENE

Magical Realism Fic Rec

for a friend!

burning bright (oikuro)- M, 43k

The tale of how Kuroo Tetsurou invades and subsequently ruins Oikawa Tooru’s life with his larger-than-life fire magic and his terrible hair.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight (bokuaka) - G, 3.k

In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

hang out and fall in love (matsuhana) - T, 5.6k

In which Hanamaki’s humble medical practice is threatened by an intractable asshole a witch doctor who’s just moved into the shop down the street. Medical/Witchcraft AU.

And flowers bloom in his wake (kurodai) - G, 10k

Magical gifts AU. The first thing Kuroo notices about Sawamura Daichi is that wherever he goes, there are flowers. 

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Personal and sappy.

I often shy away from getting overly personal on here, but I’m going to make an exception today. Today is my anniversary. Eight years ago, Emory and I got married. It was at the Natural History Museum; There were dinosaurs. 

Emory and I have been together more like 19 years, though, and even though he doesn’t often make an appearance here, I think it’s fair to let you know that if you like the Beastlies, my larger work, even the Wayward Retreat, well, none of it would exist without Emory. 

I don’t have a history of being incredibly confident in myself and my abilities (imposter syndrome, am I right ladies??), and without his continual voice of support and nudging to just trust him, these little monster guys are cute, people would buy them, I wouldn’t have started getting serious about Beastlies, selling them, and I never would have made that terrifying leap to doing them full time (also a quick thank you to his employer for my health insurance!). He’s never been anything but supportive, even when pursuing this has meant stretches of financial hardship. After I’d been making a living on Beastlies for years, I still didn’t believe I could make or sculpt anything OTHER than that. I was pretty sure I had reached the extent of my skills. But Emory gently nudged and nudged, and eventually wore me down with his relentless praise and belief. And now, years later, the art gallery-type work is one of the most rewarding things in my life. He’s always the guy saying “You’re pricing this too low, it’s better than you think,” or “That crazy idea sounds awesome, you should try it.” He’s also the guy you may have met if you’ve ever come to my table at a convention. He’s pretty good at hawking Beastlies to Comic-Con crowds! (He’ll tell you that they’re happier with friends, so maybe buy two). He’s put in enough hours helping me sell, package, ship, and deal with paperwork that it’s basically his second job.  Even the retreat is something he made possible: He worked in secret to find my long-lost, not-on-the-internet friend that I’d been so sad to lose track of, calling a series of mutual friends until one of them had her mom’s phone number. He gave me this friend’s contact info as a Valentine’s Day present, and having her back in my life is truly a gift. And hey, she just happens to own a magical house on a magical island in Canada, so now I can share this friend’s magic with others! 

But anyway, that’s my shoutout to all the dude contributes to this particular part of my life, so now y’all know: He’s vice-captain of Team Beastlie. Plus, he provides a strong male role model to our cats, so I guess I’ll keep him around.

guys Im sorry 2 bother again but im finally out of debt !! But Now i just need money to save up for college, pay for gas, food… Please I really need money right now And im getting no commissions so

Theres a spicy deal happening rn !! If you buy a single character Fully colored and full body commission (20$) u can get another one for only 10$ ! A thirty dollar packaged deal that will honestly Help me so so so so SO much

Heres the link to my old commissions post for some (old) examples of my art, or u can go thru my art tag which is just “my art” so !!! plz !!!

http://strife-kind.tumblr.com/post/151432531877/my-new-commissions-post-info-about-the

Plz i need help !!! sorry To be like, begging at this point like a dork but i dont have a job rn and this is my only source of income lmao

Thanks 💛💛💛

The Joker x Reader “How to Make Your Girl Happy”

Once in awhile, the two of you like to go out at night without a special plan in mind and just do whatever you please. Just like tonight. It’s going to be so much fun! Right?…

You hold the broken gold chain in your hand, crying your eyes out while J kisses your other hand, trying to calm you down and drive straight in the same time:

“I’m gonna get you another one, Pumpkin, OK?”

“But you gave this to me for our two year anniversaarrryyyy,” you bawl, upset like never before, looking for a tissue in your purse. “Oh, look, baby, a grenade, “you suddenly stop your mourning, taking it out and showing it to him. “I didn’t even know I had it in here, you think it’s expired?” you wipe your tears, smiling like nothing happened.

“I don’t think they expire, doll,” he winks at you, working his charm on you.

Thank God she got distracted, Mister J thinks, pleased he avoided catastrophe. Must be that…time of the month because you always get really emotional; he really doesn’t want to deal with it but he has no choice.

“Oh, no!” you suddenly gasp, digging in your purse and your bottom lip quivers on the verge of crying again. “Jaaayyyy, I’m out of my gum,” you whimper, staring at him. “I want my gum!”

“Say no more, Daddy will take care of it!” he quickly agrees, really struggling to keep his cool. If he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?! He yanks at the steering wheel, going over the curve, hitting two trash cans in the process, almost killing a cat and a pigeon.

He sees the gas station and since it’s so late at night there are no customers. Perfect for what you need. The two of you rush inside with your guns out and the clerk freezes in fear when he recognizes the famous criminals.

“Don’t move or I’ll blow your brains out!” The Joker growls, taking the safety off his purple pistol while you go by the counter and start looking for your gum, and…

“Baaabbby, they don’t have strawberry flavor in the brand I like,” you whine, feeling another wave of imminent tears strolling down your cheeks.
“What?! Why don’t you have strawberry?!”  J raises his voice, alarmed.

“W-we run out s-sir,” the clerk stutters, closing his eyes, thinking he’s going to die tonight. “We have strawberry in o-other brands…”

“I only like this brand!” you interrupt, snorting, wiping your nose with your sleeve while scratching your thigh with your gun.

Good gracious, she’s such a classy woman, your boyfriend thinks, suddenly aroused, really wanting to bite you all over.

“She only likes this brand!!!!” The Joker repeats, getting out of his trance, screaming at the poor guy that trembles like a leaf. “Why are you upsetting my girl, hm? Don’t you know you should have that stuff on hand all the time?”

“S-s-sorry s-sir…”
The Joker pulls the trigger, shooting the guy in his shoulder and he collapses to the ground on the other side of the counter, yelping in pain.
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, otherwise you’d be dead now!” J yells, mad as hell, taking your hand and fastly walking back to the car.

“Stop crying, Princess, we’ll get your gum!” he promises, starting to drive again. He feels so aggravated, but if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

After a few miles he notices a small, lonely convenience store and slams the breaks, sharply turning so he can park.

You both run inside and he keeps the terrified owner at gunpoint while you look through their stash and let out a scream when you see what you need. You grab a paper bag and cram in all the strawberry flavored gum you see in the brand you like and grab one last package, wanting to open it when the date gets your attention.

“Jaaaayyyy, this is expired,” you complain, your quivering bottom lip making him lose it.

“Are you trying to kill my girl?!” he snaps at the man, outraged, mostly because he has to deal with you in this state after you leave the store.

“N-no, n-not at all, I-I don’t know how it happened,” the guy gulps, feeling he’s going to faint soon.

“They’re all expired, baaabyyy,” you frantically go through your bag, tossing each little package one after the other.

“Are you trying to kill your customers?! What kind of place is this? You should be reported to authorities! No, Doll, don’t!” J slaps your hand when you try to actually open the last package because you want your gum badly and it makes you more upset when you drop it. “Let’s go, Y/N, this damn city is trying to kill us tonight,” he pants, backing out and you hold on to his green shirt, following him outside like a lost puppy.

“Hold on, baby,” you sniffle and take the grenade out of your purse, heading back inside and tossing it towards the back of the store, shouting at the clerk:
“This is for trying to kill people!” The explosion blows up the back wall and messes up half a store. You start laughing, suddenly happy, heading back to your car. “I don’t want gum anymore, can we drive to our spot?” you sweetly ask, kissing his shoulder as he starts driving again. You forgot to cry.

Shit, J thinks. Why? Because you usually go to your secret spot on top of the hill to have sex. Since you are…not able to for now, it only means one thing: you will want to cuddle and talk. Your boyfriend takes a deep breath, pretending he’s not panicking. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

Once you get there, you crawl on the hood with him, placing yourself in between his legs so he can hold your waist from behind.

“Ahhh, this is so nice, isn’t it baby?” you giggle, putting your hands on top of his. The Joker is tense but doesn’t want to show it. He hates this kind of crap. “Wow, a falling star! Make a wish!” you get all excited, clapping and he sighs, bored. “Did you make a wish? What did you wish for?” you turn your head so you can see him.

“For Goddamm Gotham to have your stupid gum!” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“No way! Me too!” you get on your knees, turning so you can face him. “What were the odds, baby?” You smile so brightly his sassiness goes down a notch. “You really love me, don’t you?” you bite your lip and he feels his left eye twitching.

“Yeap,” his short answer comes and you don’t give up.

“How much?”

“Ummm, a decent amount I guess,” he growls, uncomfortable, wishing you would change the subject.

“Really?!” you kiss him, astounded. “This is one of the nicest things you ever said to me,” you get all teary and sentimental.

“I know,” he agrees, beginning to feel kind of nauseated. The things he has to go through to please you. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

“Dadddyyyy,” you trace his Jester tattoo, batting your lashes at him.

Oh, hell no, The Joker thinks. You only call him Daddy in bed (which is not the case here) or when you want something he wouldn’t agree with, which is probably the case.
“Yes, Kitten?” he tilts his head, waiting to hear what else it’s going to come out of your mouth next.

“I think we should have a baby, or two or three, but at least two, yes?” you blur out, enthusiastic to the maximum and he starts getting flustered, not expecting such a twist.
“I don’t think so, Pumpkin,” The Joker utters with such a determination you start bawling instantly.

“Why, not, babbbyyy?” you wail, sobbing with your face on his neck like he’s been dead for three months or so. “You think I’m ugly?!”

His hands stop caressing your back because he’s trying to soothe you.

“I don’t think you’re ugly, I think you are a pretty Doll,” he debates, trying to sound as sincere as possible on this one. “You look decent, don’t worry,” he pets your hair and you wipe your tears, grinning at him. Man, he absolutely hates this crap. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

“This is one of the nicest things you ever said to me, Jaaayyy,” you proudly state, swallowing the lump in your throat, feeling blessed your boyfriend likes you so much. “So let’s have kids then,” you switch to your original plan, hoping for a positive outcome.

“No…I really don’t want to…” he makes a comeback, stubborn and determined not to give in.

You gasp so loud it startles him:
“Are you…are you having an affair?”

“Wha’ ?! No, I’m not having an affair,” he immediately defends himself , irked you would think something like that.

“Oh my God, you’re cheating on me, aren’t you?” The crying starts again and you weep on his chest, soiling his favorite Versage shirt with tears and makeup. “Is she prettier, more decent looking than me? You wanna have kids with her and not with me?” you clench your fists on the fabric, heartbroken.

Dammit, why do you have to get like this every month? The Joker thinks, irritated.

“I’m not having an affair, OK?” he lifts your chin up so he can look you in the eyes. All that mascara over your face makes him cringe. “If you don’t stop crying I will really have an affair, got it? I mean it! Stop crying, NOW!!” he requests with a pissed voice and you gulp, suddenly holding your breath so you won’t make a sound because you don’t want him cheating. You feel you need air and he watches quite amused how you struggle to hold your breath, afraid to move. After a few good seconds you give up and start breathing again.
“I’m not crying anymore, all right? “you kiss him, and since you don’t have any tissue, you wipe your nose with your sleeve again and he gropes you, purring.

“I love classy girls, Doll, you’re so classy,” he charges at your cleavage, not being able to control himself anymore and not giving a damn about that mascara all over your cheeks.

You snicker, straddling his lap and just have to say it:

“Jaayyy, come on, let’s have a baby, or two or three, pleaseeee,” you pull his hair and scream when he bites your skin. “Unless you really think I’m ugly,” you bottom lip quivers once more, your happiness going downhill as fast as his enthusiasm for the subject. When he sees the tears rolling down your face he has to get it together with all he’s got in order to muster the words:

“Fine, we’ll have a baby,” he bitterly mumbles, distressed.

If he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

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Speed Date W/Okada

Originally posted by wrestlingsmarkmatty

This is a little short but I needed to update this series. I have plans for a longer second date Okada fic once I finish the first round of these. I can’t remember who recommended I write Okada with Gedo in this but whoever you are, THANK YOU. This was so much fun to write and I honestly can’t wait to write more of these two.

Part One w/Kenny Omega - Part Two w/Adam Cole

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Alone Together

Originally posted by j-miki

MATURE

  • Yugyeom is a brother of Gamma Omega Tau. And, now that he’s a full-fledged brother, he was given the option to live in the house.
  • Of course, because of his relationship with the other brothers (and after much begging from BamBam, who he’d made plans to live with, anyway), the two of them moved into the house.
  • Because he’s still an underclassman and only has a year of brotherhood under his belt, he has to share a room. He doesn’t particularly mind because it’s with BamBam and the two of them get along pretty well.
  • But, honestly, things can get a little tense sometimes because of their different styles.
  • Yugyeom isn’t the neatest person ever by any means but he prefers to keep it so that he can at least see his bed.
  • Bam? Not so much. Honestly, he’d spent more time in Yugyeom’s bed than he had in his own because of the clothes piled everywhere.

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Piplup Pride // Seo Johnny

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the prompt: could you write a Fluffy Pokemon au with Johnny? You have a very hard headed piplup that gets so mad at you one day after the two of you lose a battle that it runs off into the woods while you and the rest of your Pokemon are sleeping and gets lost. Johnny finds it and the two of you met when you’re desperately looking for your lost lil Pokemon.

words: 932

category: fluff

author note: this is supposed to be johnny fluff but actually it’s piplup fluff bc the little pokemon is so so cute. i really like how this one turned out so please enjoy it.

- destinee

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So, thanks to the New England weather, I have a snow day in mid-March. I found this in my drafts and thought this was perfect timing.

To create the scene, Natris are gettin’ frisky in bed the morning of a blizzard. No school for Nat. Unfortunately, that also means no school for the kids who have taken upon themselves to get up early to check out the snow and bang on their parents’ bedroom door.

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A growl vibrated against her neck, but not before she let out a sexually frustrated sigh. “Is it too late to sell them?” She whispered, half-joking.

Chris’s answering laugh tickled her skin. “We could get a good penny if we sell them as a package deal. I know a guy.”

Nat rolled her eyes, a smile tugging on her lips. “You always know a guy-”

“Connections, baby. Gotta make friends in all the right places.”

“You’re starting to creep me the fuck out,” she said around a giggle.

Good Girl Ch 24: Trouble

“I’ve never been so annoyed with my parents for being gone in my life,” Jihyo groans into her hands. I nod in agreement, her head is in my lap, she peeks up at me with those pretty eyes of hers. “Joo, please call those hot oppas of yours.”

“No, no, no, I may be drunk but I know well enough that I would get into so much trouble. They said they would release us in the morning, just wait.”

“Everyone else is already gone,” She gestures to the empty cell that was filled with our classmates an hour ago. We stare past the bars to the sea of desks and police officers when my ringtone starts again. It has been ringing for the whole two hours we’ve been here, I’m starting to get annoyed by it. The officer that has been watching us must finally be fed up with it as he charges over with the phone in his hand.

“Turn that stupid noise off,” He hands me my phone threw the bars. I grab it and unlock it to see 57 missed calls and almost 100 texts from Jin and his boys. I silence my phone before handing it back to the officer whose eyes were glued to my hand the whole time. He grabs my hand, flips it over, almost dropping my phone in the process, and stares at the ring Jiyong gave me. “Does this belong to Jiyong Kwon?” The officer questions. I pull my hand away to glare at him.

“It’s mine, Jiyong oppa gave it to me.”

He stares at me for a minute before rushing away to his desk. Jihyo is wobbling by my side to stare at the strange older man, “What a creep.” I nod in agreement, holding my hand to my chest. We watch him pick up his phone and dial some number, panic evident on his face. “Does your oppa have any connection to the police force?”

I feel stupid for not realizing that before. Of course they have some connection, they are all mafia leaders, they must be on someone’s radar. If not that, than the fact that they are incredibly rich might be a factor, Jiyong seems like the type to donate a shit ton of money to keep the police from looking into his business more. At least I think gangsters do that. A few minute past before another younger man comes to the bars, he’s in a suit, most likely a higher up from the way the old officer bows to him.

“Miss. Jooyoung,” The young man looks from Jihyo to me, stopping on me when he sees the ring on my finger. “That is an interesting ring you have there.” His handsome smile does nothing but put me on edge as the alarms in my head ring quietly. “Where did you get it from?”

“I got it from my friend, Kwon Jiyong.”

His eyes widen slightly, “You’re friends with Kwon Jiyong?”

I nod drunkenly.

“How about you come with me to my office?” He looks to the officer to open the cell. I’m hesitant to follow the nice looking man out of the cell alone but if it involves talking about my oppas I don’t want to bring her into it. With a deep breath and a firm hold on my big side I step out and follow the man into his private office on the other side of the station. Once inside he closes the door behind me, he signals me to sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk while he sits down in his chair. I’m stiff in my seat, my eyes glued to my hands as I try and be as sober as possible when all I want to do is let my little side out, but this is definitely not the place for that. “So Miss. Jooyoung, I tried to call your parents to talk to them about that ring on your finger but they told me they were out of town and were busy at the moment. They told me to call the temporary guardian you have been living with. But when I can’t find anything in your files and your school file is sealed. So could you tell me how you came across that ring?”

“Jiyong Kwon gave it to me.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re friends.”

“I find it hard to believe that you are friends with the Black dragon of Korea,” He cross his arms over his chest and stares me down.

“I want to go back to the cell.”

“We are having a discussion right now. This is a very serious case Miss. Jooyoung. This ‘friend’ of yours is a dangerous man.”

“He is not dangerous,” At least he isn’t to me. “He’s a massive teddy bear.”

He raises a brow at me, “Fine, I would like to see how close of friends you are with him.” He reaches for his phone before dialing some number, I get confused when he puts in on speaker. The phone rings a few times before someone answers.

“Detective Lee, I’m very busy right now, not to mention that it is 3 in the morning. What the hell could you possibly want?” Jiyong basically growls in the phone.

Before the detective can respond I find my little side poking her head out at the sound of his voice, I can’t help but yell, “Oppa!” Detective Lee stares at me dumbstruck for a minute at my sudden change in demeanor.

“Beautiful?” Jiyong is obviously confused.

“I take it you know each other,” Lee shakes his shock off.

“What is she doing there? Is she okay? Joo-ya are you okay?” Jiyong yells.

“Oppa I’m tired. I wanna go home but Jihyo and I got arrested.”

“Arrested? Did they put you in holding? Give me ten minutes at most.” The line goes dead.

“Why do I feel nervous?” Lee says out loud, I’m guessing it wasn’t meant to be when he looks at me weird for responding.

“Oppa tends to do that to people. I’ve been told he can be very scary.”

“Do you know what he does?”

I nod, throwing him off more. “He owns restaurants, clubs, bars, and lots of other things.”

He glares at me, “Do you know what else he does that has the police looking into him?”

I shake my head.

“You seem close, you have to know.”

“Jiyong oppa is too busy to do much else but work. I only see him once a week because of his schedule.”

“He isn’t your guardian?”

I laugh at that, “I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live with oppa.”

“Who is your guardian?”

“My headmaster.”

He stares at me for a minute, “I’ll be back with something to sober you up, this is going to be a long conversation.” I groan as he leaves the room. Time passes slowly before there is a commotion in the main area, followed by the door behind me busting open. Jiyong is standing there, his chest heaving, I grin at the sight of him before rushing to him, tackling the man to the ground.

“Oppa!” I giggle, planting a kiss to his cheek.

He chuckles, “I’m guessing you aren’t hurt?” He shifts into a sitting position with me on his lap, my arms around his neck.

“I’m so happy to see you!” I beam at him.

“I can tell. Now how in the world did you get arrested?”

Lee comes back in with a cup of coffee in his hand, he stops in the doorway completely confused at the sight in front of him. “Never in my life would I have guessed the black dragon would be laughing on my office floor.”

“Why was she arrested?”

“Her and a friend are the last of a group of kids we brought in that were caught drinking at a party,” Lee explains.

“Why didn’t you call the others?” Jiyong asks me.

“I didn’t want to get in trouble. Jihyo and I are never allowed to hang out because shit like this happens, I didn’t want to give them more reasons I can’t hang out with her.”

He nods in understanding, “Then you should have called me.”

“You were busy.”

“I dropped all of it. I don’t want that to be your reason not to call me, understand?”

I nod, “Thank you for coming. I’m sorry for causing trouble.”

His stern face cracks at my cute drunken apology, “I love trouble, but I would prefer it for you to stay out of it.”

“I don’t know, I’m feeling very naughty right now,” The words are out before I can properly think them over. I have never seen Jiyong so amused.

“This is not what I was expecting, but I’m very happy I came.”

I try to hide my blush, “I’m sorry I don’t know where that came from.”

He chuckles, “I don’t know either but I would love to find out.”

Lee coughs, bring our attention to the man still standing in the door, “I need the number for her guardian.”

“I called them on my way, they should be here soon.”

“Them?” Lee questions.

Jiyong chuckles as he looks up at the man, “You are in for a treat Detective.” As if on command shouting erupts from the entry way again. Jiyong stands us both up, pinching my cheeks he says, “Put on the cute charm of yours or else we are in for it.”

“What the hell is going on?” Lee mutters to himself making both Jiyong and I laugh.

“Detective Lee,” Another dragon growls from the doorway. Kris is there with the others behind him, none of them look too happy.

“Dragon oppa!” I coo drunkenly.

“I’m very upset with you right now,” Kris says sternly.

“Then get out of the way Mr. Grumpy pants,” Luhan pushes the younger out of the way. “Come here baby!” I happily jump into Luhan’s arms. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“I’m much better now that all my oppas are here!” I giggle gleefully.

“Lets get her home,” Suho kisses the top of my head as I smile up at him.

“I’m not done talking with her,” Lee says bravely, earning a glare from every man in the room.

“She’s a drunk 17 year old she needs to go home and go to bed,” Xiumin snarls. Lee automatically steps back at the sight of the angry man, “If you have any questions they can go threw our lawyer. We are going home, come on guys.”

“Wait!” I place my feet firmly on the ground as the two oldest try to pull me out. “We need to Jihyo.”

“Jihyo?”

I nod pulling my hands away from them to run back into the entry way, “She is still in the cell.” There I find her passed out on the bench, her back to us. I look to my oppas who followed me out; Lee is behind them with the keys to the cell. “Open the door.” I demand. Lee hesitantly comes past the line of still glaring men to open the door for me. I quickly am by her side shaking her awake. “Jihyo, you need to wake up so we can go.”

“She is not coming with us.” Kai deadpans.

I glare at him, something that makes everyone tense, expect for Jiyong who is standing there, amused. “I’m not leaving her.”

“Joo-ya,” Chanyeol starts but stops the second my glare switches to him.

“I’m not leaving her. If you guys don’t want to bring her along I’m going to stay here until they release her in the morning.”

“If you are a packaged deal I’ll happily take you both,” Jiyong offers giving me a sexy smirk.

“Fine, she can come,” Kris huffs storming into the cage to pick the drunk girl up.

“I wanna ride too!” I bounce up and down like the child I am at the moment.

“I’ll carry you,” Kyungsoo offers cutely. He easily scoops me up like Kris did Jihyo.

“Lets go home, I’m tired,” Suho grumbles. We all shuffle out of the station, the van is there along side Jiyong’s favorite car. Kyungsoo is about to put me in the van when I stop him, waving Jiyong over I smile at the older man.

“What can I do for you?” He asks playfully.

“I just want to say thank you Oppa, you are an amazing friend, I’m very confused how you don’t have any.”

“I don’t need any, I have you now. We will talk more on Friday, I’ll be picking you up from school for your birthday surprised.” He gives me a handsome smile before heading to his car. Kyungsoo climbs into the car, with me on his lap and Jihyo in Kris’s we have a very full car as the others climb in. The drive back is quiet, I can tell they are mad but I also think their minds are somewhere else at the moment. When we get home Jihyo and I are carried to my room.

“Get out,” I deadpan as Baekhyun and Chanyeol try to make themselves comfortable in my room.

“But Baby,” Baekhyun whines as he cups my face.

“You guys are not sleeping in here with us.”

“There is plenty of room on the bed.” Chanyeol states.

“I don’t care, I’m sleeping in here with just Jihyo.”

Baek pouts, “She can sleep by herself.”

“So can you.”

“Why don’t you want us sleeping in here?” They continue to whine.

With my little side still here I can’t help but be shyly honest, “I’m the only one who can sleep in the same bed as you guys. I’ve always been a selfish child, I’m not sharing you guys, even with Jihyo.”

They coo at me, sandwiching me between them, “Our baby is so possessive, it’s hot.” Baekhyun kisses me fully on the lips, softly at first but slowly he slips his tongue in to explore my mouth, I push him away.

“Not now,” I say breathlessly, trying my best to hide my smile and ignore the tingling feeling in my lady parts. Both boys huff, “Please leave so I can go to bed.” They give me their best puppy dog eyes, “Tomorrow we can finish.”

“Night baby,” They say together, each kissing a cheek before leaving. When they are gone I collapse on my bed where Jihyo is already passed out, I expect nothing less from her. Without much care I peel off her leather skirt and crop top, leaving her in her fancy matching underwear. Not that I have room to judge since Tao dressed me this morning in a cute blush underwear set. I undress myself before stumbling over to the light and turning it off. Once I’m back in bed Jihyo automatically sticks to me, I’ve forgotten what a cuddle monster she is when she’s drunk.

I happily spoon with her, letting her sleep the same way Tao did last night with her face in my chest and her arms around my waist. Her voice is soft when she says, “Thank you for not leaving me.”

“You were awake?”

She nods, “I figured it would be easier if I didn’t participate in the conversation.”

I can’t help but laugh at that, “For once you used common sense.”

“Those boys seemed nice.” I nod. “And extremely horny,” She teases. “I think it’s cute how possessive you guys are over each other, makes me think of us.”

“We aren’t that possessive over each other.”

“We have both started a physical fight with other girls when they got too friendly.”

I laugh at the memory, but I begin to think of what Jihyo must have been thinking as she listened to my conversations with my daddies. “Who do you like the best?”

“Huh?”

“Out of all of them, who do you like the best?”

She is quiet for a minute, “Jiyong.”

“He wasn’t included in that question.”

“I don’t care, I like him. He reminds you of me, that is good enough.”

“I’m being serious.”

“I can’t give you a fair answer since I haven’t met them all, but in the morning, let me get a good reading on them and I’ll let you know.”

What your favorite TOS/AOS character says about you

Kirk:

  • probably either the stereotypical trekkie dude or a big k/s fangirl
  • wants to run a starship
  • watched most or all of TOS
  • Shatner? who is Shatner??
  • will never have to know the suffering of watching the same five episodes/ten minutes of a movie again and again because your fave is the main character of EVERYTHING you lucky dog

Spock:

  • got really emotional about Leonard Nimoy being in AOS
  • has taken a side on the hot/cold blooded Spock debate (it’s obviously hot by the way)
  • has a lot of merch because pretty much all merch is Spock merch
  • can have a normal conversation with pretty much anybody on the street about your fave because everybody and their dog knows what Vulcans are to some degree

McCoy:

  • thinks Bones deserved better
  • probably has a crush on DeForest Kelley and maybe Karl Urban
  • bitter that people keep forgetting that this guy is a main character and that all the McCoy merch only comes as a package deal if at all

Scotty:

  • wants a to-scale model of the enterprise for your room
  • sick of redshirt jokes that ignore the fact that engineering is a department
  • chill with not being in the limelight… real operations red merch is like trying to find hufflepuff merch but at least there’s something out there

Keenser:

  • you are probably really short
  • nerrrrrrd
  • prefers AOS Scotty over TOS Scotty

Chekov:

  • sinnamon roll
  • doesn’t understand TOS Chekov but would die for him anyways
  • a little bitter about the fact that Chekov is rarely onscreen

Sulu:

  • probably not 100% het
  • the sort of person who calls your plants “my children”
  • gentle, kind, and excited about space but I would still hesitate to give you any sharp objects

Uhura:

  • feminism
  • thinks multilingualism is hot
  • thinks Uhura is hot
  • thinks TOS Uhura is severely underrated

Jaylah:

  • liked Rey in Star Wars: The Force Awakens
  • gets excited about strong female characters
  • why isn’t there more Jaylah merchandise out there???? who knows

Nurse Chapel:

  • cherishes every moment of the Chapel+McCoy bromance
  • would probably fight JJ Abrams with nothing but your bare hands

Carol Marcus:

  • ???
  • if she’s somebody’s favorite character then they’re very quiet about it

Yeoman Rand:

  • appreciates fantastic hair
  • pretty chill; tend to stay in your little fandom group
  • femslash

M'Benga:

  • REALLY passionate about the medical blue department
  • probably learning Vulcan

Lt. Leslie:

  • holy crap you’ve watched TOS wayyyy too many times for your own good
  • constantly pointing out continuity errors
  • has fun

Kevin Riley:

  • you are actually a cryptid
  • I’m pretty sure that literally nobody remembers that this guy ever existed except for me
More of the Sheith soulmates AU

Here’s the next part of the story that I posted here. Still trying to figure out a title and concrit/feedback is welcome.

Voltron fandom, Sheith story that acknowledges their age difference and will probably stay T-rated or below.

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Keith was in the middle of writing his study guide for the upcoming Interstellar Navigations exam when it hit him. The sudden clash of excitement-nerves-joy-fear-hesitation-disbelief made him drop his tablet.

Shiro. It had to be the Kerberos mission. Shiro must have gotten the pilot’s position.

He took a deep breath. He could handle this. They had talked about this.

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Renegades- 6

Summary: Life with James “Bucky” Barnes was supposed to be the American Dream, until you accidentally become the target of a well-known drug pusher with no reservations about putting a bullet in both your heads. Now on the lam, the two of you will go to extraordinary lengths to survive. 1990s AU

Words: 1651

Warnings: smut, language, violence, references to torture, drug references

Master   Part 5

Originally posted by gliceria

The truck engine purred loudly as Bucky parked it in the motel lot. The sun was going down and the circles under his eyes were heavy. Exhausted, you’d opted to get a motel for the night. Bucky went to the office to get a room while you waited with the bags, returning a moment later with a motel key.

You followed him to the room, clutching your suitcase as he carried the black case and unlocked the door. Dropping immediately on the bed, you heard Bucky chuckle behind you as he reached for the motel phone, dialed, and then plopped onto the bed beside you. It rang three times before the recorded voicemail played.

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Everything Is We and Our

“I know that you think that I shouldn’t use my powers, and it’s not that I’m nothing without them, but they are a part of me now. They’re part of you. This is our life” - Barry Allen 3.03

Caitlin: I’m  losing control

Barry: Alright. It’s spreading. We need you.  


Barry is that guy. Everything is we, us, and our.  WE need you….OUR life.. OUR future..Barry thinks of them as a package deal 😭

Gif Credit: @westallengifs @captainswaan

anonymous asked:

Yamayama platonic hcs please!!! Baby cinnamon roll needs wayyy more love

- Being friends with Yamaguchi is like accepting a warmth into your life that you didn’t know you needed up until now.

- He’s the kind of guy that just gets along with everybody. If you’re a quiet person, he’ll be quiet, if you’re more outgoing and boisterous, he’ll be loud along with you. If you’re shy, he’ll take the lead, and if you’re confident, he has no problem trailing behind. Although he’s very headstrong, he has a very malleable personality, all thanks to him being an ambivert.

- Contrary to popular belief, Tsukishima wouldn’t be a part of the package deal. Despite being Tsukishima’s best friend, he doesn’t like to be seen as completely reliant on him, and likes to make some friends of his own, without Tsukishima being there as well.

- Constant support. Being friends with Yamaguchi is like agreeing to a lifetime membership to an all inclusive support circle that you had no idea existed. If something is bothering you, you bet your ass Yamaguchi Tadashi is going to be the first one to pick up on it and will be doing everything in his power to try to alleviate any complications that ail you. Of course, this puts you in the position to help him out oo, if he needs it. Although, most of his problems tend to be about self loathing, and a quick compliment will shake him out of it immediately.

- He doesn’t understand how some guys masculinity can be so damn fragile sometimes. He befriends a lot of girls because he just understands them, and isn’t afraid to get in touch with his feminine side sometimes. If he has a friend that’s generally very girly, he’ll let her braid his hair, paint his nails, or sometimes, just for the hell of it, let her do his makeup. He thinks there’s nothing wrong with it, in fact, he thinks it’s kind of nice to look pretty sometimes. It doesn’t make him any less of a man, just more of a human being.


- He’s the kind of friend who would walk ten miles to go and give somebody a hug in the middle of the night.


- His name literally means ‘loyalty and devotion’, so you bet he’s always, always going to stick by his friends. Once he becomes friends with someone, he puts his utmost trust and respect towards them, and he expects the same back. Tsukishima has told him on several occasions that that’s going to do nothing for him but get him hurt, but so far, there hasn’t been one friend of his that’s done him any wrong.

- He has the tendency to be pretty shy in some circumstances, so he meets most of his new friends through other friends. Sometimes, he wishes he was a bit more like Hinata, who can just walk up to anyone and immediately befriend them.

- Although he’s okay befriending social butterflies, he finds that introverts and wallflowers are the types of people he likes best.
- If he gets very, very close with someone, he’ll instinctively give them a kiss on the cheek every so often. If that makes the other uncomfortable, he’ll stop, but most of the time, his gesture is welcomed.

- He’ll answer text messages any time of the day, no matter what. You could text him at three in the morning after waking up from a terrible nightmare and he’ll be there to comfort you, or you could just send him some shitty meme and he’ll send a shitty meme right back.

- (This is based off something I do with my friend Tadashi IRL OK) So when he meets new people, he’ll always introduce himself, then follow up with “yes, I know, Tadashi, like the Disney character.” His friends began to tease him for this later on, and whenever they attend his volleyball games, they always remember to scream “Tadashi, you’re on fire!” whenever he hits a good serve. If there’s anything that pisses him off, its this.
Arm Candy ~ Cheronica

Word Count: 3,500

Summary: Cheryl and Veronica strike a deal that leads to a little more than what they had expected.

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff

A/N: My first fanfiction on Tumblr!! I was going to post this on AO3, but apparently you have to wait 5 years (10 days) in order to register a new account. Anyways, I hope you like it. EDIT: Our ao3 account is now up and running! Our handle is (@)rivervixens ~~~ Peaches ~~~

“There’s no way in hell we’re doing that again, Betty.”

“Well why not?”

“You know perfectly well why,” Veronica says, looking back at Betty, who shrugs and giggles a little, pressing her books toward her chest a bit more.

Veronica continues, “You should go with Archie. Besides, I’d much rather go alone; I’ve never liked being… well…”

“–arm candy?” Kevin cuts in, fighting through the crowd to walk next to Veronica as she looks at him in delight.

“Exactly,” she beams, glancing first at Betty and then at Kevin, “You’ll go with Archie, and you’ll go with Joaquin, and I’ll be free as a bird,” putting her hands on her shoulders and cocking her head to the side, a small smirk on her face and eyelashes batting.

“Of course, you’ll need a new dress and shoes. I’m thinking… Chanel with some pearls? It’s a real classic; should suit you perfectly…” Kevin continues to ramble as Veronica begins to wonder how she’ll even find the money to buy a dress, let alone a Chanel one.

As the three of them continue striding down the halls of Riverdale High, Veronica notices Cheryl Blossom observing her every step, red lips pressing together and hair twirled around her fingers.

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A Deal with the Boss

Mafia Boss!T.O.P.
Words: 29.1K
Chapters: 
6 of TBD [Masterlist of other chapters]
A/N: Wow okay! This is by far the longest chapter I have written and I’m totally happy with it! I hope you guys do too!

Originally posted by smokingseunghyun

I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning loudly, stretching my arms above me while looking around my room.

The packages of drugs were on my desk, the piles hastily thrown there after Mike barged in with the duffle bag full of them.

My eyes stared at the TV on my wall, watching as the woman was breathing hard, staring at the man she loved as he left, rain pouring over them as she cried, begging for him to come back to her. I jumped when my bedroom door opened, Mike walking in with a duffle bag, unzipping it.

“Tomorrow morning, you have to deliver these out.”

I watched from my bed, cold spoon in my mouth as he emptied out the packages, the tub of ice cream that was resting on my pillow slipped, making me look down and quickly fix it. “Transporting them where?” I asked; Mike, tossing the duffle bag in my closet and sitting next to me.

“Mexico, you’re the only one who can handle a job like this. You know the men down there are on our side so I’ll be keeping tabs on you as you go. If I were you, I’d start getting my paperwork together.” Mike took my spoon and helped himself to some of my treats.

I yawned, going to my bathroom, starting to brush my teeth as I fixed the water in the shower. I stripped myself, relaxing under the hot water, spitting out the paste in my mouth and rinsing it out. I washed my hair, relaxing even more with the smell of my shampoo and soap.

I got dressed, drying my hair with a towel, brushing it and pulling it up into a messy bun. I took out the manilla folder from my closet, going through it and taking out the passport and ID I would need when crossing the border.

Mike had a few friends who worked in the Secretary of State, allowing us to fake our identities with people who were already deceased. I had received a few papers with different names and it made everything easier when crossing borders and state lines. I never had any problem, but now that I was crossing the border by car, it wasn’t going to be easy.

I pocketed everything in my bag, going to my kitchen hearing the front door open and close, the locks going back to their place. I turned around, seeing the dark eyes of Seunghyun who smiled down at me. “You’re up early,” He commented, walking past me to the kitchen.

“I have to go out of the country really quick. I’ll be back in a week tops,” I answered back, following him to the kitchen.

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The whole kiss (can we all agree to use “our moment” as a special quote for them? and seriously, I’m completely emotionally unable to deal with Romantic Jughead you guys) was this complete package of beautiful but I just wanted to highlight here his hand on her neck and face and how sweet and caring he is while touching her, not only on this scene but ON EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. bye