as if i didn't have enough reasons to love you already

ineptshieldmaid  asked:

Sam I have an important Chicago question: just north of the DuSable bridge there is a statue of what looks like Abe Lincoln excitedly taking a man in a knitted sweater on a first date. I only saw it from a bus, so didn't get either a photo or an explanation. Can you explain this phenomenon? Are Abe and Sweater Man happy???

*head in hands* FUCKING SEWARD JOHNSON

You have triggered the rage within me, so now you will ALL be treated to an outside-the-readmore screed about SEWARD GODDAMN JOHNSON. 

I don’t normally attack artists because a) it scares my friends who are artists (I love you all, you are beautiful, don’t be afraid) and b) honestly most artists don’t deserve the level of vitriol I’m about to employ. I want you all to remember that the seething hatred I feel for Seward Johnson is driven in large part by class consciousness. 

But not entirely. So let’s begin. 

First what you have to know is that Seward Johnson is a “sculptor”. If you google “seward johnson sculpture” you’ll get an idea of his work, most of which is terrible. I feel okay calling his work terrible because he is also the scion of the family that founded SC Johnson Johnson & Johnson (my bad), so he has all the money he needs and could step back, do his art for funsies, and let people with actual talent or two original thoughts in their heads exhibit their art, but he doesn’t, he forces his terrible art on all of us. 

The reason I harbor such animosity towards Seward Johnson is that he has been exhibiting on Pioneer Plaza (that area north of the DuSable Bridge) for almost a decade now, and when I worked in the north loop I had to walk past his art every day. It was bad enough when the sculpture was American Gothic, rendered without talent or meaning into three dimensions and provided with luggage. 

How very fucking dare you, you talentless hack

These things are sculpted out of what amounts basically to styrofoam painted in rubberized/weatherized paint, so they are fragile, and tourists were constantly climbing on Farmer’s shoes and falling into them when they found out it wasn’t the cheap but supple fiberglass you would expect of a tacky monstrosity more suited to a roadside motel than the business district of a major metropolitan city. (I would imagine this is why Abraham Lincoln And The Mayonnaise Sandwich has a little fence around it.) 

But American Gothic Motel Attraction was mostly just annoying because it was meaningless, derivative, and CONSTANTLY covered in gawkers getting in everyone’s way. 

Additionally, Seward Johnson’s sculptures on the Plaza are very popular photo spots for tourists, who carry lots of cash and are constantly distracted, which means beginning with The Assault On American Gothic it became a very popular spot for pickpockets. Which means members of our staff, who had nothing to do with this mess, got pickpocketed as collateral damage about once a week during the exhibition of…. 

Forever Marilyn.

SEWARD JOHNSON GO FUCK YOURSELF

This is a very famous image of Marilyn Monroe which is horrifying for the following reasons that Seward Johnson appears not to have understood nor cared about:

a) The day this was shot, on an open set with people leering at her all day, her husband, professional athlete and dirtbag Joe DiMaggio, found out about the filming. Rather than comfort his wife, who had been through some shit already that day, he became angry she’d been showing her panties in public and beat her so badly the neighbors called the police on him. Joe DiMaggio also go fuck yourself. 

b) IT’S IN A MOVIE INFAMOUSLY SET IN NEW YORK. To quote a local newspaper, “Did Chicago lose a bet?”

c) Yes, you can look up and see her panties. While this is juvenile, it’s not nearly as juvenile as the literally thousand of photographs I angrily photobombed of some douchebro from Fuckville Middle America in a backwards baseball cap standing between her legs with his face tilted upwards and his tongue out. 

Oh and btw before it was unveiled it looked like this: 

For literal days, before it was installed, she had a bag over her head. (For more on this, though the pictures are now missing, you can read my reaction post here.)

In any just world, there would be a trap door between her legs and everyone who tried to do the upskirt shot would fall into a pit where they would be forced to give five dollars to women’s shelters before they were allowed to leave. THAT would have been interesting art. 

Sidebar, both as contrast and because I love it: Marilyn left a few years ago and was briefly replaced by a refreshing and beautiful piece called The Watch, by Hebru Brantley. The Watch was playful and interesting and didn’t have a single upskirt. Hebru Brantley is a wonderful artist in his own right, but he was also a welcome breath of fresh air after Johnson’s mediocre tribute to sexual assault. 

The Watch was a temporary installation, however, and eventually along came Abraham Lincoln Approves Of White Men

It is an unfortunate coincidence that Confused Closeted Republican there is wearing khakis and a white shirt, the new uniform of the alt right, and it’s also coincidence that this is facing Trump Tower, but it’s not exactly helping Seward Johnson’s cause that he chose the blandest outfit possible for Paean To Confused White Bread. The sculpture is meant to be Lincoln, the darling of Illinois, welcoming a visitor to our fair city, but it sure does look like fresh meat is about to get a free trip to Boys Town with the Sixteenth President of the United States. 

This is what I mean when I say Seward Johnson lacks not only skill but also understanding: he clearly didn’t know that Lincoln’s sexuality is under enough debate to have its own wikipedia page, and he either didn’t know or didn’t care that Marilyn Monroe was nearly killed by her husband for shooting that scene. All he cares about is image and he’s bad at reproducing image. That is not a well-executed rendering of how human beings are, and dynamically speaking it’s boring. If he were good at visuals or if he had something meaningful to say I would be less angry, but he is mediocre at best and the statements his sculptures make are banal pap if they make any at all. 

But he is rich, and I guess either he likes Chicago or he’s got blackmail on Sam Zell, owner of Pioneer Plaza, so he gets to spatter his hideous, meaningless masturbation in my city. And lest you think Seward Johnson got here on his own merits, Forever Marilyn, now on tour from coast to coast, is owned by The Sculpture Foundation, which is heavily subsidized by Seward Johnson. He basically founded a nonprofit to ensure his work gets toured around and publicized and to ensure that if no museum wants it, it has a place to go to die (Palm Springs, CA). 

In short, I hope Abe and Sweater Man are happy, because at least then something good has come out of Seward Johnson’s astounding mediocrity. That said, if you are passing his latest work, spit on it for me. As performance art.

Musical Theatre Genres

Murder/romance shows

  • Heathers
  • Bonnie & Clyde
  • Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
  • Sweeney Todd
  • A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder
  • Chicago
  • Little Shop of Horrors

Biographies of Famous Dead People

  • Hamilton
  • Evita
  • Elisabeth
  • The Pirate Queen
  • Here Lies Love (Imelda Marcos is alive, but I don’t have a category for biographies of living people)
  • Zelda
  • Gypsy
  • Bloody, Bloody, Andrew Jackson

Historical Events

  • Newsies
  • Come From Away
  • Eastland

Disney

  • I won’t list everything.
  • Anastasia is an honorary member of this category

It Was Your Entire Childhood Probably (not to be confused with Disney)

  • Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
  • The Sound of Music
  • Annie
  • Starlight Express

Oh No We Are All Social Minorities

  • Rent
  • Next to Normal
  • Fun Home
  • In The Heights
  • Ragtime
  • Dear Evan Hansen (here because mental illness)
  • Bare
  • Falsettos

Straight White People in Love

  • ok a few of the earlier ones could fit in here also
  • The Last 5 Years
  • Lalaland
  • Hello, Dolly!
  • If/Then (it’s about her love life lots so this is where it fits best)

Let’s Take Advantage of a Famous Band/Musician Being Famous and Make Their Songs Into a Show

  • Beautiful: The Carole King Musical
  • Mamma Mia!
  • Sunshine on Leith
  • Across the Universe
  • Movin’ Out
  • On Your Feet
  • American Idiot
  • Jersey Boys

Edgy™

  • Spring Awakening
  • Avenue Q
  • The Book of Mormon

They Were Famous Enough Books/Movies/Plays to Make It Seem Reasonable to Make Them a Musical

  • Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812
  • Groundhog Day
  • Miss Saigon
  • Les Misérables
  • Amélie
  • Merrily We Roll Along
  • The Lightning Thief
  • Wicked
  • Legally Blonde
  • The Phantom of the Opera
  • Rebecca
  • Shrek
  • Spongebob
  • Big Fish
  • Waitress
  • Be More Chill
  • School of Rock
  • West Side Story
  • Jane Eyre
  • Billy Elliot
  • Matilda
  • Young Frankenstein
  • Jesus Christ Superstar
  • literally everything not on this list and some others that are already let’s be real

Cats

(thanks to everyone for pointing out things I didn’t know to add.)

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Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.

anonymous asked:

When do you think Bellamy started to develop feelings for Clarke and vise-versa? I'm re-watching the series and I am on season 1, I'm noticing things I didn't notice before, like Bellamy staring at Clarke for a little longer than necessary (for ex. 1x11). I just wanted to get your perspective on it, thanks Rosy!

Originally posted by iconicbellarke

I think Bellamy’s feelings for Clarke came on really slowly. It started with intrigue when she challenged him to go find Jasper. Respect when she killed Atom. I think his first inkling that he had romantic feelings for her was in Day Trip. He was attracted to her, and he felt an emotional pull, but it was a crush and he decided their partnership was too important and pulled away. I think he was a little jealous when he thought she went off with Finn, but again pushed it away. 

It wasn’t until they reunited in season 2, she ran into his arms, and then he sat and watched her sleeping by the first that he started to realize his feelings for her went deeper than just colleague or even friend, let alone the attraction that he tries to avoid. He knew she was IMPORTANT to him. Maybe the only other person besides Octavia that he needed. His protectiveness after that moment was certainly ramped up, but it was placed kind of in the “protetector” category. He makes himself her knight. The “I can’t lose you too” moment was a shock to him because it was more meaningful than protector, but it lead pretty quickly into “It’s worth the risk,” so he goes back to being the soldier and puts feelings for Clarke out of his mind. 

Until he pulls the lever for her (which he knew would destroy her) and she leaves him. I don’t think he knew what he felt for her at that moment other than heartbroken, but he moved on after three months. But he never forgot about her. He was obsessed with her while she was gone, and it did interfere in his relationship with Gina because he just wasn’t all present. When he got word of her, he would stop at nothing to find her. He knew he couldn’t lose her, but I don’t think he knew he was in love with her until the argument in Hakeldama when he connected his hurt at being abandoned with his need to keep her safe and their physical prroximity and he all of a sudden realized he was in love with her. I actually think that contributed to his moment of panic where he handcuffed her. Because he regressed to his need to keep his loved one under lock and key. After that moment, he changes in his behavior towards Clarke.

Originally posted by prettylitteteengirl

I think Clarke developed feelings for Bellamy differently. Both more slowly and more quickly. I think she thought he was attractive right away, and if Finn hadn’t pursued her might have gone in that direction, because she quickly got past his asshole persona. BUT I think that attraction was merely physical. Clarke has an easy sexuality. It could have been just a thing. She started to like him more as time went on, as a person, to respect him. To connect with him, like in Day Trip, and she definitely would have pursued something physical with him, whether it was wise or not, in Unity Days, but Bellamy, who had already decided it wasn’t wise, steered away from that. He saw it, but didn’t pursue it. They shifted their relationship to partnership. And then when she was in MW, I don’t think she realized that the reason she was fixated on getting out of the mountain was because of Finn and Bellamy– Bellamy linked with a canon romantic partner in her brain. And when she ran into his arms, I don’t think she thought at all about how or why her feelings were so strong for him. She knew she couldn’t lose him. She knew she had feelings of love for him, enough so that she looked at him as a chink in her armor and a weakness, and sent him into the mountain.

THAT’S when it started to hit her what all that meant. When she lost him again. Only this time she saw it as her fault and she was aware that her feelings for Bellamy were verging on romantic. From when she first heard his voice on the radio and she had hope again, to when she sacrificed TonDC to keep him alive, she began to realize that not only did she care for Bellamy as one of her people but as someone she was in love with. By the end of her time with Lxa, who picked Bellamy out as someone special to Clarke, a time that was almost entirely focused on Clarke’s faith in Bellamy, her need to keep him safe, his importance to EVERYTHING, we see a Clarke who, when confronted with a beautiful woman who wants her, says “I’m not ready for a relationship… with anyone.” She has recognized that she loves Bellamy– in fact the very next line is “he did it” as Bellamy’s flare goes up to signal that the acid fog is down– but she’s also recognized that she can’t go there. 

This is borne out the next time they meet. She’s been focused on his safety the entire time he was in there, but when he opens that door, she does not run into his arms in relief like in camp jaha, or hug him like she does Monty and Jasper, no. She stands apart and STARES. Because she is not ready for anything and hugging him would be more than she can handle. THEN he pulls the lever with her. And she can’t deal and leaves. Their parting is VERY significant. She kisses him but leaves him anyway, and spends the next three months thinking about how he wouldn’t let her do it alone. THAT is who she immediately called upon when she wanted him back, the man who was WITH her. But in Hakeldama, Bellamy rejects her, and drags up all her most hated flaws and does NOT forgive her. She thinks he hates her and she returns to Polis and turns to the beautiful woman who wants her. But she learns that she can’t run away from herself and returns to the Delinquents, with her traumas and her lessons, and works on regaining her relationship with Bellamy. She works on it quite hard. On being who she needs to be FOR HIM. 

So to clarify, Clarke realized she was in love with Bellamy when he was in the Mountain. And Bellamy realized he was in love with Clarke when she came back to try and get him to side with Lxa in Hakeldama. Which was an unfortunate moment for realization, because her goals and his put them on opposite sides of a war. Madness ensues. 

Originally posted by sarahkheathisapenguin

Also to clarify. They both love each other, but neither of them believes that the other loves them. Bellamy has rejected Clarke’s advances a couple of times, and now she’s betrayed him again, so she has no reason to believe he doesn’t hate her. And Bellamy has seen that Clarke loved someone else. Not him. Not to mention she’s with Niylah, so clearly he would think she didn’t feel the same way as him. So. They’re both wrong. But hey, everyone needs some obstacles and angst in a love story. And, oh yeah, an apocalypse.

anonymous asked:

Looks like we can relax knowing that Kaneki and Touka having sex didn't magically fix anything: she is (supposedly) keeping her pregnancy a secret, and 'rushing on her own' to save the baby while he is keeping her out of things again... With these things in mind and the whole setup with Yoriko being raised again, do you think that we might get some of the scenarios people have speculated over after chapter 123 (Yoriko being the link between 'anti-Furuta' CCG and Goat, etc)?

Hello! Actually, I’m still waiting to see where we are exactly with the miscommunication issues, although it’s obvious that ch125 wasn’t a magic spell that erased all their flaws! xD

I mean, while it does seem that Touka actually didn’t tell anyone yet, for all we know she might soon. Same for Kaneki, he burnt the letter but he might still decide to tell her if he really intends on doing something about Yoriko.

You know Anon, the thing is, even though they talked about it…

…the fact that Ishida is writing his characters realistically is one of the main reasons things can’t be so simple between them in the first place as I explained here: despite growing closer to each other, now they are probably at a stage where they might be miscommunicating and acting against the other’s wishes out of fear to lose them.

For Kaneki, the reason is simple, they’re at war, the situation with Yoriko is an obvious trap and he seems to have finally started looking forward to a future of his own, looking forward to live because he finally found a good reason, so telling Touka or not depends on what he intends on doing about this trap

For Touka, the situation is a bit more complicated. She always was the one who wanted to talk more between the two of them in the first place, but she’s probably terrified by her pregnancy because:

  • she has no idea what to do to make it viable
  • and losing the baby scares her a lot (she’s literally begging it to survive) so she probably doesn’t want to give Kaneki any false hope
  • + they’re in the 24th ward and it’s rather obvious that Touka hates this place, while they’re also in a complicated situation, with a lot of people depending on Kaneki (about food, protection, survival), which is why she might find it difficult to ask for his constant support 24/7.

I know the fandom’s reaction to the pregnancy was mixed but…

I personally find it to be a very interesting plot twist on many different aspects, namely on the aspect of miscommunication, since Touka didn’t ask for this rebellion in the first place, while Kaneki is the one leading it when she needs his support because everything around this pregnancy is going to be emotionally difficult (as they have no idea about how to make it viable + because it’s war).

To expand slightly more (sorry Anon for rambling), while Touka used to hate this unfair world, she grew up a lot between TG and :Re…

and so, in my opinion, the only reason she joined this rebellion was basically because a lot of people that she loved were fighting for it. We know Touka always had abandonment issues even though she made peace with this world (a little like Yoshimura), which is why:

  • she fights for the people she loves and not for changing the world,
  • she so desperately wants her baby to survive because it’s a symbol of hope for her.

Meanwhile Kaneki is still the OEK, not super good at this obviously xD, but he’s the one many things and people depend on, although he’s probably getting tired of this and wants to move on, which is why he and Touka are still having miscommunication issues.

Touka’s pregnancy implies that she will do anything to make her baby live because she already loves it and she fights for people she loves, but she still needs Kaneki’s support, who would surely want to be there if he knew, when the situation is too critical for him to stop being the OEK right now, even though he doesn’t want to remain the OEK for the rest of his life.

So I’m really looking forward to who says what in the next chapters, because this pregnancy definitely serves a role narratively speaking, in my opinion, both for Kaneki’s and Touka’s characters and relationship but also towards the plot (since it’s the first hybrid pregnancy with a ghoul mama).

Anyway, about Yoriko’s situation, I certainly would love it if what happened to her motivated everyone to take action against Mutsuki/Furuta, but at the same time, I still don’t think that it will be enough to trigger an inner rebellion within what’s left of the CCG, especially since Furuta is not an idiot and might be expecting something like that (not that he cares if it happens or not, surely).

There was a nice discussion about this subject here that can hopefully answer your question and I agree with what was said. Ultimately, because Yoriko is a 100% innocent character (one of the rare few in this series), her maybe coming to harm’s way will trigger important consequences on different levels, so I’m looking forward to it too, especially (again) when it comes to what Kaneki will do and if he’ll tell Touka about it or not (and what Touka herself will do about Yoriko if she finds out since she wants her baby to survive).

I’m really loving this (last?) arc so far and what’s at stake, personally, even if it’s not the case for everyone as I could see. xD 

Anyway, I think it’s important to keep in mind for Touka and Kaneki that they might never become perfect characters who will have solved every issues that they currently have by the end of the series, even if, as the external observers that we readers are, we know where their flaws are and that’s why we want for the characters to be confronted to them. 

Sorry for rambling Anon, I hope it made some sense and that I answered your question! Have a nice day :)

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Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You had just been transformed into a vampire and commited your first kill, which induced you to turn off your emotions in order to help you cope. Yet, being so close to the Mikaelson family, they would not allow you to stay that way for long. However, despite how hard they try, the only one who manages to break down your walls is Kol Mikaelson.

Warnings: lights descriptions of torture, mostly fluff and swearing. no biggie. 

Word Count: 2503


I fell onto the cold, hard ground, finally realising what I had done. Blood was spilt across my face and my body, proving it was not just some twisted dream fabricated by my mind to punish me for becoming a vampire; no, I had actually killed all those people. Their limp forms were scattered throughout the dark room, their necks broken due to my brutally. A growing pain took over me, leading to a strangled, loud gasp to crawl out of my lips. The guilt was too much for me to overcome it so easily.

“Y/N?” A deep, somehow soft too, male voice cut through the devastating silence. “What happened here?”

“I murdered them.” I managed to blurt out, tears already streaming down my warm, red cheeks. “I was angry, scared, hungry. I-I couldn’t control myself, Kol. I just couldn’t.”

“Oh baby.” He whispered in a soothing tone, one I did not deserve. “I hate to see you like that! It was a mistake. You’re new, it happens.”

“No, no, no. I ripped these people from their lives. I shouldn't… I can’t!”

“Y/N, listen to me!” My eyes were screwed shut, yet, the salty teardrops kept descending, reaching my bottom lip. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Turn it off.” Someone else said, coming from behind Kol. “You don’t have to suffer because of this. Just turn it off.”

“Are you insane, mate?” The tall, brown haired man yelled, obviously mad at the proposition. “She’s not going to do this!”

Damon smirked, tilting his head slightly, whilst graciously leaning against a covered with scarlet blood wall. Although it was a entirely crazy idea, my Salvatore friend had a point. Turning my emotions off could be really helpful, for it would rule out of the game all distractions. It would help me develop as a vampire. Plus, if I experience even one more ounce of this crushing pain I have inside now, I would surely break.  

For one second I felt everything rushing through me, every bit of feeling, like pure energy was flowing inside my veins, and then it was over. I did not feel a thing. Not guilt, not sadness. Absolutely nothing. Solely void was left behind.

“Y/N, please tell me you didn't…”

A bright, wide smile curled my lips, revealing there was nothing that the mighty Mikaelson could do, except enjoy this new side of me.

“I did, honey bunch.” I winked at him, getting back on my own feet. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a few business to solve.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Kol stated, grasping my wrist and forcing me to stay where I was. “And Damon, you better disappear before I have the chance to rip your heart out.”

Those words said, it took less than a split  second for the plain white room to get suddenly crowded. Stefan and Elena went to Damon’s side, gently clutching his arms, assuring he would stay in place; yet, they did not come alone, for Rebekah, Klaus and Elijah rapidly approached their reckless sibling as well. I sighed, starting to get utterly bored from this whole situation.

Klaus cleared his throat, moving one step ahead and shooting a fierce look towards the Salvatores. He was obviously not happy to be seeing this horrific scene.

“Alright, who is going to explain what has happened here​?”

“Why was Kol threatening Damon?” The brown haired doppelgänger quizzed, quirking an eyebrow. “I thought we had decided to call a truce. For Y/N’s sake.”

“He pushed Y/N into turning off her emotions.” The younger Mikaelson brother said, narrowing his eyes and still keeping me under his tight grip. However, even though this dialogue was annoying as hell, I could not care less about what was on the verge of happening. “Is it enough or you fellas need me to find another reason to be mad at the glorious Damon Salvatore?”

“You mean she…” Rebekah’s voice died out before she finished her sentence and her sibling replied with a weak nod. Man, those people were simply pathetic! “Let’s go home, then. We need to get Y/N back as soon as possible.”

Ultimately, I pushed Kol’s hand away from my upper arm and went to the centre of the room, staring each person standing in there. They had quickly formed a circle around me, perhaps thinking they could avoid my escape. Fools.

I chuckled, sustaining their strong glances at me and crossing my arms on my chest.

“Uh, if I may have a say on my own life, I don’t want to turn back on. I’m actually feeling pretty good the way I am.”

“I’m sorry, love, but you have no idea what you want right now.”

“Out of everyone, Klaus, I really thought you would appreciate this new version of me.” Licking my lips, I walked smoothly to where the Hybrid was whilst hearing everyone’s breathing hitch on their respective throats. “I was obviously wrong.”

“No, darling, you were wrong to get closer enough for me to this.”

Then Klaus, piecing his blue eyes on my own, got hold of my neck, his hands soft on the skin he grasped; sharing one last look, he swiftly twisted it, killing me where I stood. Yet, even though darkness engulfed me pretty quickly, I still formed one last thought: the blond Hybrid was totally right.


The room I woke up to was bright. And amazingly beautiful. Like it belong to a king. Or a queen. Its walls had a miscellaneous set of colours while the expensive furniture was perfectly positioned, like it had been made to that exact spot. The whole thing was simply perfect. However, whatever amazingness I should have been caught into, it was broken the second I realised I was chained up. Urgh, why couldn’t they just let me go? This is so boring!

“She’s awake.” Rebekah muttered, swinging the tall white doors open. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Oh, hello, munchkin.” An ironic smirk lied carelessly on my lips. “Such a nice day, isn’t it?”

“I definitely hate turned off Y/N.” She rolled her eyes, annoyed, yet, I could still see sadness playing on her gorgeous traits. “Come on. I want to try it first.”

“Poor Rebekah, always trying to save the ones she loves.” I said, staring at her emotionlessly. It was odd, though, for the memories of our friendship were still fresh in my mind.  I was not able to care, though. “Don’t you get tired?”

The blonde soaked a small blade in a transparent, thin liquid, right before she dug it into me. I could sense the stinging pain, yet, it was not enough. I smiled faintly at her failed attempt to flip the switch back on.

“Try harder, Bekah!” It was teasing. Oldest trick in the world to get people mad. The ones who cared, anyway. “Come on! Fight for me.”

“God, you are such a spoilt brat!” The original snarled, burying the knife deep within my flesh. “Why don’t you obey, for once, the elders?”

“Enough, sister.” Klaus put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her to go any further. “Let me handle it. I might have a better chance.”

“Uh, I feel so especial! The mighty Hybrid caring for me.” A maniac smile changed my traits, giving it a crazy gleam, as he took his sister’s place, removing the blade afterwards. “Well, I should, shouldn’t I? I don’t. I feel nothing. Or does boredom count?”

“Look at me, Y/N.” I raised my chin, defying him by fixating my eyesight on his. “Now pay attention: you are loved. By everyone in this family. We would risk everything for you. Do anything. You’re a Mikaelson just as much as I am. Why don’t you try for us? Me, Rebekah, Elijah, Kol…”

“Really, Niklaus? That’s the trick you are using? Trying to make me feel like I belong?”

“You do belong, Y/N.” He stroke my cheek, his slim fingers tracing my cheekbones. “You are family. Come back to your family.”

“Nah, I don’t think that’ll break me.”

Klaus allowed a tired exhale to slip, shaking his head. I could bet he thought this was going to be easy: just appeal to her loyalty towards her family and she’ll be right back on track. Not exactly, Nik. I bit my bottom lip to avoid a sneer laugh. .

“Don’t make it so difficult, sweetheart.”

“I wouldn’t if you just let me go.”

“You see, darling, that’s not happening. You either flip back on or flip back on. There’s no other possibility.”

“Now what is it? Rage? Or is it pity? Doesn’t matter. It won’t do the trick, Niklaus.”

My last remark had done it for the Hybrid, because the anger within his irises announced what he was going to do next: snap my neck. For the second time. It must be my lucky day.

Simply marvellous!


“Are you awake now, love?” Someone questioned, tenderly massaging my arms, bringing me to a rather spinning reality. I blinked quickly, adjusting to the new found darkness. “Are you okay?”

“I am fine. Perfectly fine.” My voice sounded hoarse, probably due to the hours I spent “asleep”.”I imagined you would be their last resource. The reckless Mikaelson. My boyfriend, or is it ex? I don’t quite know.”

“Oh dear, it’s going to take a lot more than a humanity switch off for you to get rid of me.” He chuckled, bitterly. “I didn’t come here to convince you that this is wrong. I’m afraid you already are aware of it.”

“Then what?” I whispered, fighting against the tiredness. It was getting harder and harder to not feel anything. The emotions were scraping the walls of my head, crawling back to where they belonged. Nevertheless, I would not allow them to surface it. No. Never. “What do you want, mighty Mikaelson? Torture me some more? See if you, out of everyone, can make me flip back on?”  

“Nah, I just want to talk to you.”

“Care to be more specific, sweetheart?”

“I want to tell you a story.” He clarified in a smooth tone, his lips dangerously close to mine. His mint scented breath fanning all over my face, making me want to kiss him, to taste that mouth. Urgh. “About a relationship I had in the past.”

“Oh, I see. You do want to bore to death.”

“Quit being a brat and listen!”

“Fine.” A soft sigh escaped as I nodded, agreeing. “Go on.”

“Before I met you, I was madly in love with this girl called Davina Claire. Damn,  she was perfect! In every way.” Kol paused, swallowing thickly; perhaps he was struggling with the memories of his old ex girlfriend. “However, when she brought me back to life, it came with a price. I was cursed with an unbearable thirst. I tried to resist! It was worthless, for in the end, she died by my hand. And, God, it hurt like hell! I mean, I had lost the only thing that had ever made me feel something. I killed the only person that had ever touched my soul.”

“Is this supposed to be touching?”

“Oh come on, I’m not finished.”

“Proceed, then. At least it keeps me distracted from this knife buried in my skin.”

“I beg your pardon.” The brown haired Mikaelson smiled, gently, and pulled the blade off, winning a relieved gasp from me. Klaus must have put in back on to keep my blood flowing. “Now, as I was saying, I had lost everything. My magic. My Davina. Then I was bitten by Marcel and put into a slumber.”

“Didn’t you ever live? All your stories end with you in boxes.” The statement slipped and I widened my eyes, surprised. I did not care, why should I be asking stuff?

“I blame Nik for that, but you are right. My life kind of sucked and with Davina gone, it all became pointless again. That was when you, my tiny witty human, showed up.”

“I’m not tiny. Nor witty. Not even human.”

He laughed, clearly amused.  

“Yes, you’re still tiny and witty. For me anyway. And I love you. So much.”

“Can’t do anything about it.” I shrugged clumsily, still restrained by the chains soaked in vervain. “This is ridiculous, don’t you see? All of you? I won’t get my feelings back.”

Kol, suddenly, cupped my cheeks, his eyes filled with everything mine lacked. It was hard to sustain the intimate exchange of looks, for tears began to well up on that chocolate sea. If I kept staring, I knew I was not going to be able to resist any longer.

“I don’t want to lose you too, Y/N. You’re the only good thing in my life right now and I can’t afford it. I won’t let you destroy yourself because of a reckless mistake. Because I wasn’t around to teach you.”

I chewed my bottom lip, finally caving in and feeling the energy of my emotions flooding back in. All of it. Pain, guilt, rage, love. Love! I had hurt so many people I loved! How dared I say so many hurtful things to them?

Salty teardrops fell down my cheeks with the realisation of the evil I had performed in the time I spent off. No one should forgive me for what I did or said. I was not worthy of it. A cry rumbled in my chest as I absorbed, bit by bit, the enormous acheness from my previous actions.

“Baby?”

“I’m so s-sorry, my love.” Those words came out mingled, stuttered, strangled. I closed my eyes, avoiding the silky, reassuring look I got from my boyfriend when I voiced a coward apology. What good have I done to have someone so sweet to look after me like him? “The pain… It took over me. Made me do things. I thought I was going to break!”

“Hush, sweetheart.” His warm digits silenced me, resting against my mouth delicately. “First let me get you out of these chains.”

“How can you trust me, Kol?”

“We’ve been together for a while now and I got to know your eyes, those sweet Y/E/C eyes, very well. I know when you’re lying.” He broke the iron that held me up, which lead to a clumsily stumble, for I was unable to stand on my feet properly. The brown eyed Mikaelson picked me up, carefully placing me on his toned arms as if I weighed nothing. “Thank you for coming back to me. I don’t what I’d do without you.”

“Oh, Kol.” A goofy sigh slipped. “I will always come back to you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

Afterwards, a smirk still enlightening his traits, he stole a kiss from my lips. It was just a peck, yet, it made me feel warmer. Of course my guilt, self loathing, hate, the whole package, remained, nonetheless Kol managed to shake it all off, forcing me to concentrate on the present and, for now, that was all I needed.

inlovewithvkook  asked:

Heyy! Its summer holidays and I'm bored as fuck, so do you guys know any fics that would blow my mind? Like a long fic with an amazing well-made interesting plot? Thats not really specific im sorry, im willing to read anything as long as it has an impressive, mind blowing, not boring at all plot Thank you for this amazing blog 💖

I’ll keep this as short as I can since it’s such a broad request and I have no idea what you guys have already read lol you can also look through our above 50k tag for long fics, and if we rec’ced them we probably gave some kind of opinion on them so you’ll know what we thought of them

Only When the Sun Sets by sacramento - Jeon Jeongguk was never meant to handle so much responsibility, but when he sees a vision foretelling the King’s death, he cannot just sit back and let it happen. The ‘right’ thing to do would be to stop it, but as Jeongguk soon discovers, doing the ‘right’ thing is never so simple, or easy. Stuck in between underhanded plots for the Iron Throne, Jeongguk must figure out who he is and what he stands for. He must choose a side, and he must choose well, for in the Game of Thrones, you win… or you die. There is no middle ground.

Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast by Kavbj - Taehyung has magic in his veins and Jungkook’s determined not to let it kill him. 

Lucky strike by expplipo - “You’re bad luck, I’m good luck. Two sides of a coin. Head and tails. We match.”

Terrible Things Happen (Sometimes, They Save You) by mindheist - Min Yoongi wakes up from a nightmare on a sunless afternoon to a reality more twisted than his dizziest daydreams.

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma by locks - Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. “Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I’m thinking about you. I hope you’re thinking about me too. Love–” he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. “Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?” Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand. Or, Taehyung’s been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi’s criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

trust your heart if the seas catch fire by maxx - “Sometimes I wonder whether you’d be better off without me. Whether you really need me at all.” Taehyung has always doubted his necessity to the group, as well as to Jungkook. Usually a knock on the head would suffice to bring him back to his senses. But this time, it seems someone was listening to his request. Now, everything has changed. He’s in a world where Jungkook and the rest of the group are still famous, but he isn’t.

Veni, Vidi, Amavi by yourluckytae - (I came, I saw, I loved) Ever since that day, Taehyung has been looking for something, chasing a dream he seems to be missing. Something important that makes his heart whole. It’s a creeping sense of someone he can’t quite grasp, who’s always on the tip of his tongue, nails on a chalkboard screeching loudly in his ear to remember. But every time he tries, it hurts. But he chases the dreams, the feelings, whatever it is that he’s missing because he thinks it would hurt more to never find whatever’s gone. Jeongguk stares at his palms absent-mindedly, body rocking with the movement of the train. His fingers trace over non existent words on his right palm. Something he hadn’t thought about in years. He has a feeling; something deep and nostalgic bubbling inside him tasting like chocolate muffins and caramel lattes and smelling of vanilla and strawberries. It stirs within him as his fingers trace each stroke over his palm. It stirs something melancholy, something sad. A feeling. (Kimi no Na Wa (Your Name) Au)

起死回生; To Live Again by mindheist - Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us.

Abaddon’s Waltz by eclairdeluxe - Hell hath no fury like a lover scorned.

(thought you knew) you were in this song by expplipo - Taehyung nearly chokes, but only nearly. Instead he raises an eyebrow and puts on the most suave smile he can manage. Hopes he looks far more collected than his for-some-reason racing heartbeat would let on, more suit-and-wine than elementary-schooler-with-a-new-crush. “You like me?” Jeongguk blushes, and looks at his feet. He’s smiling. “Of course.” “Really?” Taehyung says. “Like? Or like like?” (So much for suit-and-wine.)

I’ve read all the ones I just listed and I know for sure those are good, but these next ones I haven’t read. most are on my list to read and seem pretty good from skimming the writing a bit and the plots all seem interesting, or they’re ones I know other people love, but I can’t be 100% sure since I haven’t read them

Swamp Magic by GinForInk - Two witches lure Jungkook into their cabin in the woods.

(I know admin guk read this and really loved it, and I read one other fic from this author and it was amazing)

Lupus Tales by kpopismydrug - This is one summer break that Taehyung will never forget. From dealing with a moody mare that likes to think she’s a stroppy teenager rather than a horse, to dealing with childhood memories that threaten to choke him, Taehyung will soon find out that when you take a trip down memory lane, some things are more than just memories.

(super long series that I know admin s loves)

An Interstellar Anomaly by PaprikaFetus - They are two heirs that belong to opposite sides of the universe.

Hustlers by tbz - Jungkook hadn’t meant to lose nine million. He certainly hadn’t meant to lose his kidney. And he hadn’t meant to meet Kim Taehyung.

summer; blue by Batman - More than you can manage, more than you can hide: a study in light.

Mutual Fiend by kkumkkatcher - “I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.” An AU where Jungkook needs to kill Taehyung, but Taehyung also needs to kill Jungkook, and things get (more than) a bit complicated.

All the Years of Us by TrappingLightningBugs - From the moment a new family hobbled into town, having come a long way for sanctuary, Taehyung had eyes only for Jeon Jungkook.

Shifting On My Feet by MarionetteFtHJM - With the ever-growing crime rate in the city there’s no telling what the leading figures will do to remain leading. The safety of the people is at risk and the possible collateral damage looms over the authorities. There is only one safe option, sacrifice a few to save the lives of many. Tear them from the inside, cool the situation down- should be easy enough, right? Jeongguk was just trying to live out his days peacefully, but running from one’s past never really worked out for anybody- so why would he be an exception? He’s not. Demons tend to find who they’re looking for in the end.

Taste of Ink by sugamins - Jungkook is a drug runner for the largest gang in the whole of Busan: the Sam Yong Pa. One day he bumps into a runner for a rival gang in the next district that has trespassed into their territory: a Geum Sung Pa boy called Jimin. Jimin has a friend, a goon for the rival gang. Taehyung beats people up for a living, and boy, does he look good when he’s doing it.But their blossoming friendships reignite old gang flames and causes the most brutal gang war the country has ever seen.Dragons destroy and stars explode.

i know you wanna go to heaven (but you’re human tonight) by moonlightae - Taehyung just thought it would be a one night stand, but he gets more than he bargained for

Assassin’s Order by TaeSyubDKook - CEO Taehyung gets tangled up in some illegal business without even knowing and when Assasin Jeongguk gets assigned to extract information from him after being caught, he realizes in what mess he’s gotten himself into and agrees to cooperate with the assassins, after learning their true reasons, to bring down his uncle’s company. What Jeongguk and Taehyung didn’t expect was falling for each other in the progress.

Kiss With a Fist by byeolguk - “Need a little help, love?” Jungkook asks, teasing him. “Nah I had it all under control, sweetheart,” Taehyung answers with a smile, blood oozing from his split lip. Goddamn even smiling hurt now. Fuckity fuck fuck. Jungkook only rolls his eyes, his cocky smirk never slipping and Taehyung almost forgets how much pain he’s in. prompt-Can you please write the “ kick his ass for me” prompt with taekook!

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love.exe | ch 2

Originally posted by cxlisto

chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

summary: now having realized the truth about what jun is, you take him back to your apartment, where you learn even more about him.

characters: jun/original female, svt members, members of pristin

genre: the fluffiest stuff

word count: 4.1k 

a/n: YOOOOOO thanks for all the good responses on the first chapter bois i was so inspired i wrote this one w in an HOUR 4 hours so enjoy dis teeth rotting fluff

That evening, you brought Jun back to your apartment, unsure where he’d be left out on the streets if the police figured out what he was. 

You still struggled to fully grasp what he was also, but you were at least willing to learn and keep it a secret as well. Parking the car out front, it wasn’t raining as you stepped outside anymore, but the wind was harshly blowing, which wasn’t any better for your cold. 

Jun seemed to notice this, as upon your first sneeze, he called out from inside the car, “Are you alright?" 

After all, he couldn’t get out. The car door handle was still broken. 

Opening the door, you nodded, watching Jun quickly step out and wrap his arms around you. "Your body temperature is quite cold. I shall warm you up.” The gesture would have been sweet, but it was already late and you were still out in public. “Um, Jun–,” you stammered, trying to close the car door while still in his embrace. “—we need to get inside." 

Jun’s temperature sensors really did the trick, as once you were inside, you no longer felt freezing from your cold. 

The boy-bot stared around, curious about the abode. "Make yourself at home, I guess. Are you hungry? Wait, do robots need to eat?" 

"I am actually completely self-sufficient,” Jun replied. “There is no need for me to eat, sleep, shower, or rest at any time.” You sighed in relief, knowing that you would still only mainly need to provide for yourself at best. 

“Wait, so if I asked you to eat, would that be impossible?" 

"No, I could eat. I simply don’t need to." 

"Oh. Well, what about your battery? Something robotic has to have a battery, right?” Jun pointed to the back of his neck, where you could see a small indentation sticking out. 

You pressed it, and a control panel popped out, with different stats that confused you the more you tried to understand them. Regardless, the word ’battery’ was there, and next to it was a 99% symbol, so you assumed he’d be okay for quite a while. 

In fact, most of the control panel looked like this: 

Model: JW61096
Version: 1.0
Current status: idle
Battery: 99% (5.5 months left)
ES: 2% discovered
HC: Not in progress

 You weren’t sure what HC or ES stood for, but you noticed two ports and a button on the outside of the panel. 

One of them must be to charge him, you thought. ‘Reset’ sat under the button, which you refused to press. 

Closing the panel, Jun sat up once again, looking at you attentively. “Did you find everything you need to know?” You nodded. “Just a few more things. How long does your battery last?” “Six months." 

You blinked. That was already a long period of time. "How do I charge you?” “Most cords work, however, I believe your cellular device’s charger would function.” “How long?” “Five to ten minutes.” “It takes you five to ten minutes to charge up to 6 months?!" 

Well, that’s bizarre

It was already close to 9 pm at that point, and being accustomed to sleeping earlier, you yawned, drowsy. A pair of strong arms picked you up bridal style, and you yelped at Jun, who replied, "My love is tired, she must go to bed.” He held a strong grasp, “Wait, wait, but we didn’t get to talk about—” Jun stopped in his tracks, still mid-hallway.  

“Why’d you stop?" 

"You said wait, my love." 

Groaning, you forgot how literal he was to your every move. "Take me to my room and we’ll talk about it there.”


You had to admit, being carried around by Jun wasn’t half bad, especially if he was willing to do it. He didn’t break a sweat, nor make any sounds of struggling. 

Opening the door to your bedroom, you turned on the light, Jun sitting down on the bed, you still in his arms. “Jun. You can put me down now." 

"Is that what you want?" Honestly, no

He put you down anyway, a bit to your disappointment. "So this apartment has two bed rooms, but the other one’s kind of empty.." 

"Going into sleep mode helps me save battery,” he murmured. 

“Good, because from now on, you’ll be sleeping anywhere from 7-9 hours at night every night." 

"I do what my love asks,” he replied with a golden smile. “Where will I be sleeping?" 

You don’t have any other beds in the apartment, and the couch in the den is not only small, but it’s cold at night in the den, and you don’t own many blankets… 

You sighed. "You’ll just have to sleep in here with me, I guess. Just until we find you a new bed!" 

Jun cheered. "I’m so happy, I get to sleep with my love Y/N in her bed!” The happiness was truly an innocent type, the bot’s naivety coming out to play again. Emotional sensors rising..

“I don’t know what I’m going to about Nayoung’s car, though..” You checked your phone, and you had a few stray calls and messages from both her and Wonwoo. Jun rose from the bed. “I will be back, my love,” he chimed, and left the room. 

You heard the front door open and close, and gasped, watching him through the window as he walked towards Nayoung’s car. He walked with a normal gait, making him look even more normal. It was dark, and you couldn’t see much of what was going on except for Jun crouched against the car door. It took him only thirty seconds to close the door and walk back towards the apartment. 

The front door opened and closed again, the lock clicking. 

“I fixed it, my love!" 

Eyebrows furrowed, you ran out to the hallway, where Jun stood, a smile on his face. "It is all fixed, so please tell Nayoung that she has no reason to worry." 

You gaped. "What kind of weird robot tools did you use to fix that?” Jun cocked his head to the side. “Weird to you, possibly, but not to me. How is your sickness doing, my love?" 

You sniffled. "It could be better,” you wiped your nose on your jacket, “but I thought we were going to call me by my first name now?"  
Jun gasped in horror, bowing and apologizing. "I forgot, please forgive me!" 

Coughing, you laughed a little. He’s not real, right? "I guess it’s okay if you call me by that in private.. but not in public! People will give you weird looks if you start yelling 'my love’ everywhere." 

 Jun rose, and nodded. "Understood.”


While spending a little more time with Jun, you learned that his brain worked as a database; he compiled information as much as he could inside it. He didn’t lack emotions, but he hadn’t discovered most of them yet, nor has he had the chance to understand the ones he has already.

You also learned that he was a master chef, and did most things efficiently and quickly. While he planned on making you a four-course meal with a massage, you went against that, instead asking him for toast and some meds for your cold.

(He had to look up what toast was; “Burnt bread?” “Not burned. There’s a toaster in the kitchen.”)

While he took care of that, you changed out of your work clothes, swapping them for comfy pjs.

Thankfully, Jun walked in as soon as you were done changing. “Common courtesy is to knock, Jun.”

“Noted.”

You were nearly ready to snuggle into bed, until you realized; Jun was still dressed in the same clothes from two days ago, and he had to sleep in your bed right next to you..

Scurrying to your drawers, you looked for any old clothes or oversized shirts that would hopefully fit the boy-bot. He cocked his head to the side in curiosity as he watched.

Finding one of your largest shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were three times your size, you handed them to Jun, who took them tentatively, probably doing research. “Go change, we’ll need to wash those clothes sometime soon.”

You paused, gasping.

“Are you wearing underwear?”

The boy-bot blinked. 

“Give me a moment while I do my research on underwear.”


It took fifteen minutes to at least find something that looked like a pair of boxers, and then you sent him to your bathroom. “Change!”

You stood outside the door in case he needed help. A question had suddenly crossed your mind; one you didn’t want to ask.

“J-Jun..?”

“Yes, my love?” he called from inside, voice muffled by the door.

“Do you have a..?” you struggled to find the right word.

“A…?”

You looked down at your fingertips, shy. “A r-reproductive organ..?”

The door opened, and in the doorway stood Jun, looking unfazed by your question. “Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

Jun looked more decent now, wearing one of your brother’s old college shirts, and a pair of sweatpants which were loose enough on him, thanks to his lanky exterior.

“H-how is that even possible? You’re a robot, are you supposed to have those kinds of organs?”

“Well, I was doing my research, and I believe I identify better with the term ‘android’. Mostly because I looked up ‘human robots’ and got negative responses, with bots that looked nothing like me. Androids seemed to be better received. And I do have human skin, and am supposed to operate like a human, so it’s only important that I have the organ as well. I can’t reproduce, my love, but I will do my best to satisfy you in case that day ever comes,” Jun rambled, grabbing both your hands.

He was kind of right, android sounded cooler than robot. When you thought of robot, you thought of something metalloid with hinges and sensors that beeped every second.

The ‘pleasing’ part caused you to whimper a little, only because of how vulgar it sounded.

“Trust me Jun,” you stared at him, “humans take a long time in relationships before they ever get to.. that stage.”

Having eaten your toast and taken your medicine, you only inspected that the back and front doors were locked, and that Nayoung’s car was also locked and still in your driveway. You considered texting Wonwoo to make sure that Nayoung was alright, but he was most likely already asleep himself, and you could see his car in the driveway all the way from the apartment’s front window. 

Jun lied on your bed, still making interested noises with the familiar teen girl magazine that you’d bought for him in his hands.

Looking up, he grinned, watching you stand in the doorway. “Is it time for sleep now, my love?”

“Pretty much. How do you go into sleep mode?” you asked.

“Almost like a normal human would. I close my eyes for 30 seconds, and I am asleep.”

You turned the light in the room off, feeling the need of sleep for once. “If you’re going to be staying here, we’re going to have to buy you more clothes,” you yawned mid-sentence, feeling sleep want to take you over as you slipped under the covers of the bed.

“That seems like a nice idea,” Jun muttered quietly, turning towards you. “You look tired. Sleep, my love. I won’t sleep until you will.”

“Goodnight Jun,” you murmured, resting into the comfy mattress of your bed. Turning off the lights didn’t do much for the android himself, as he had night vision to rely on, but feeling the peaceful atmosphere of the room, and hearing the light patter of rain against the window once more, Jun was certain he had learned a new emotion—calmness. 

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, and felt his internal sensors shutting down, entering the human-like sleep mode. Breathing enabled.. database shut down, bodily functions paused. 

In your dreams that night, you dreamed of a particular boy-bot, one with a shining smile, and a mind that was both innocently naive but also incredibly smart.


The following morning, you were the one to wake up first, and you almost forgot that Jun was 75% metal. His mouth was slightly parted open, and you could hear distinct breathing, along with his chest rising up and down.

You hesitantly reached a hand out to touch his hair, which was surprisingly soft. It was a chestnut color, combed in a floppy way, however now it was all over the pillows as the boy peacefully slept.

The attention to detail of this creation still had you questioning why he was tossed aside in a dumpster, as you could make out the gentle callouses on his fingertips, the length of his eyelashes, and his pillowy, soft-looking skin.

You grazed the side of his face with your hand, gasping quietly at how soft and realistic his skin truly felt.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts, and you scoffed. It was Saturday morning, so you had no shifts until the afternoon, and even then, those were optional.

Being cautious not to wake the boy-bot up as you stepped out of bed (after all, you weren’t sure what would and what wouldn’t wake him up), you put on a pair of slippers, making your way towards the front door.

Opening it, you sighed. “Hello?”

“Morning to you too,” Wonwoo snorted, taking in your appearance. “It’s eleven and you’re still dressed like that?”

It’s already 11 am? Damn. “And so what if I am? Did you need something?”

“Actually I did, Nayoung crashed the fuck out at my place yester—” “My love?” Another voice called out.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows raised, and he stared at the floor awkwardly. You turned, only to see Jun standing close behind you, bedhead wild, and even worse, shirtless.

“Well.. nice turn of events. Nayoung wants her car back, by the way. She’s at my place right now, but she’s still sleeping, so I thought I’d stop by, but uh, you seem to be busy,” Wonwoo said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Gaping, you realized how bad this looked. “It’s not what it looks like! He just—”

“Nah, I got it. Uh, pop in when you have the chance, yeah?”

He waved, and it almost seemed like he speed-walked back to his own apartment, shutting the door with a slam.

Closing your own door, you looked at Jun, who stared aimlessly. “Why are you shirtless?”

“When I woke up, I was starting to overheat, so I took it off.”

You sighed. “Jun..” “Was that your coworker?” You nodded. “He lives right next door.”

“It would seem I’ve done something wrong again?” he asked, a somber tone in his voice.

“No, no, no, it’s fine,” you quickly muttered, rushing over to Jun. “It was just bad timing, is all. People think it’s weird when you answer the door late and then have a guy come up behind you without his shirt on.”

“Really? I will make note of that as I make breakfast.”


Jun was surprisingly a good cook, although you wondered if his skills would have been the same provided he was human. You didn’t have many groceries, but he was able to make a decent omelette and pancakes with what you did have.

Needless to say, it was a lot better than eating instant ramen.

“Considering I don’t know where else to take you, you’ll have to stay here at home,” you said between mouthfuls of egg.

Jun looked at you in horror. “At home.. away from you? Is that safe?”

You nodded. “Should be fine, as long as you don’t go anywhere.”

Jun thought about it. “I do not think I feel safe leaving you there alone. However, research I am doing shows low statistics of assault, and forums say that any responsible boyfriend lets their beloved come and go as they please if they truly trust them. I trust you, my love!”

The sheepish smile on his face was adorable.


“I will miss you dearly, my love,” Jun chimed, watching you standing in the doorway. You laughed. “I’ll only be gone for a few hours Jun, and Nayoung will both take and bring me back. If anything happens, you can dial my phone with the number I told you. Remember it?”

He recited the number perfectly. Perks of having an automatic brain.

Once you were gone, Jun looked around him, still unfamiliar with many of the objects in the apartment. “Time to do research,” he mumbled.


For once, you weren’t on register duty for once, and you calmly made conversation with both Nayoung and Wonwoo for most of your shift.

“So Y/N,” Nayoung pressed, leaning over the counter, “how did yesterday go? You never called me back.”

You scoffed. “I returned your car, didn’t I?” Shoving chip bags into aisles, Wonwoo laughed. “Her boytoy spent the night with her.”

That emit a gasp from Nayoung. “Y/N!”

Shut up,” you hissed at Wonwoo, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Turning back to Nayoung, you placed your hands on the counter. “It’s not like that,” you began, “Won’s just mad because he didn’t get to see me all pretty for once.”

The male snorted. “Since when do you call me Won?”

“Since when do you care about my love life?” Scoffing, he shoved a bag into your hands. “I don’t.”

“We’re not done, Y/N,” Nayoung playfully sang. “We are so talking about this later.”

“Later? Like over text?”

She laughed. “No, silly! We’re going out for drinks later.”

“A reminder neither me nor Y/N are legal,” Wonwoo pointed out, raising his eyebrows at a box of condoms.

The oldest sighed. “Fine. We’ll grab a few slushies from here and hang out back at your place,” she replied, looking at you.

“My place? I don’t think so.”

“Why not?” Nayoung whined. She gasped. “Don’t tell me… he wasn’t just a one night stand!”

You didn’t see it, but Wonwoo’s head whipped around, and he gripped the box he was holding tighter.

“Aw! Y/N! I’m so happy for you,” she yelled, running over to hug you. “It only took you a month to get a boyfriend!”

You groaned. “He’s not my boyfriend! We didn’t even do anything! Honestly, I’m not even sure what we are.. but that doesn’t matter! Neither of you are allowed over until I say so!”

Nayoung pouted. “Bullshit. But fine, have it your way. At least tell us what his name is!”

“Wen Junhui,” you replied, sweeping up dust off the floor.

“That doesn’t sound Korean.”

“Isn’t Wen the name of that rich owner of some Chinese company?” Wonwoo asked, suddenly now more interested in the conversation then in honey butter chips.

“Ooh, I think so! Do you think he’s rich? Oooooh, Y/N, you scored yourself a good one!”

“Thanks,” you replied flatly.


After your shifts, the three of you each got a slushie. Since yesterday, your cold seemed to have worn off, and the weather was pleasant enough, far nicer than it had been days ago.

Wonwoo was the one who drove you back home, since Nayoung couldn’t actually come over after all (”I have family issues!”), and you lived right next door, it wasn’t much of a problem. The three of you all seemed to be growing closer with each other at a rapid rate.

“So he isn’t your boyfriend, then?” Wonwoo asked, eyes seemingly focus on the road. “N-no, I wouldn’t say so.”

“You sound like you’re lying.” “How would you know that?”

Wonwoo chuckled. “Wow, always so feisty. You’ll be a challenge for him.”

The car pulled up in the driveway of the apartments, and getting out of the car, you thanked him for the ride. “See you later!”

“Yeah, I will be,” he waved passively, disappearing inside his apartment.

“What kind of a response is that?” you asked. Shaking your head, you opened the door to your own apartment, which still appeared in pristine condition, the boy nowhere to be found. Locking the door behind you, you removed your jacket, setting your slushie down on the table.

“Jun, I’m home,” you shouted into the hallway. “In here, my love!”

You pushed the door to the den open, and the sight that greeted you couldn’t have been any more adorable.

Jun was sitting, legs crossed on the couch, watching a drama on your laptop.

“You left your laptop open, so I figured I would take a look. I’ve already mastered its usage!” He looked proud of himself.

“That’s good,” you replied, ruffling his hair. Still soft. “At first, I was only watching these to help me memorize human behavior, but I think they’re also helping me with speech patterns as well,” he noted, pausing the drama on the screen.

“It sure sounds like it, you sound a lot more understandable,” you noticed. “You learn this much in only one afternoon?”

He nodded. “I promised you I would be the ideal lover, and that is what I plan on doing!”

Jun’s cheesiness was as usual as ever, but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t working on you.

“I brought you something new to try, if you’re interested.” “Always!”

He followed you out into the hallway, eyes widening at the drink on the table. “That is a very dark shade of blue.”

You put the straw up to his lips. “Try it!”

He tentatively closed his mouth over the straw, and you watched as he calmly sucked some of it up, pulling away from it afterwards. “Artificial flavors, high fructose corn syrup, water, and raspberry flavoring.”

“You can tell all of that just from tasting it?”

“No, I looked up the ingredient list in my head while drinking it.”

Giggling, you shoved his shoulder lightly. “You’re such a nerd.”

Jun gasped, and you stopped. “What?”

“She did that in the drama too!”

Sighing in relief, you glanced at the clock on the kitchen stove. It wasn’t too late, but considering tomorrow was your day off, you didn’t feel too much of a need to sleep.

“Time for sleep already?” Jun asked, taking another sip.

“Not if you don’t want to, but we should probably try looking for some other clothes for you..” you drawled, noticing he was still wearing the same pajamas from last night.

Rummaging through your drawers and through other boxes you hadn’t unpacked yet, you discovered an old black and yellow striped sweater. It looked hideous on you, but when Jun pulled it on himself, it looked decent, great even. That would become one of his usual outfit tops until he went shopping for other clothes (or until you took him), along with the dark jeans he’d shown up in.

He still lacked underwear though, and you stammered, unsure what to do about that.

“Should I flip it inside out?” “That’s disgusting, no.”

For now, shorts replaced boxers, and another pair of your old pajama pants went on top.

“This will have to do for tonight.”

Throwing his other clothes in the dirty laundry pile, you stared at Jun. You hated to say it, but it was only the second day and you were already growing fond of him, unsure if you wanted to let him live anywhere else.

He noticed, and laughed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You blinked, looking away quickly. “No reason.” He laughed again, a cheerful, human-sounding laugh. “Bed now?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Bed.”


“Taking references from a few of the dramas I watched,” Jun muttered, “I saw some typical character tropes and I was wondering if you could tell me which one of their personalities suits me best.”

You nodded in understanding. “Go for it.”

“Well, there was the smooth, suave and mature type. He seemed to always have everything under control.”

You shook your head. Doesn’t really fit Jun.

Well, then there was the overtly sweet and caring type. He let himself get stepped on all throughout the drama.”

You shook your head again. Still doesn’t fit him, except for the overly caring part.

He blinked. “Then there was the charming and playful type. The drama called it the ‘Boy Next Door’ type.”

Bingo.

You nodded your head in favor of that one. “Personally, I think that one would suit you best, but it’s really up to you which personality you want to adjust to. This is still a little weird to me, but I want you to have a little bit of your own mental freedom as well, Jun.”

He beamed, and you knew he understood what you meant. “That’s quite kind of you. I thank you for that, my love.”

Idle talk in the dark carried on for another twenty minutes until the two of you muttered your mutual ‘goodnight’s, lulling yourselves to sleep, Jun even feeling a bit more human by the end of it.

From what the both of you knew at this point, the world was at peace.


hoLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER WAS LONG AND IM TIRED

so originally i had this cut after the part where they go to sleep the first night but that made the chapter way too short and i was NOT posting a filler chapter no thank u

unfortunately the continuation of it led to this lengthy nonsense which i hope was enjoyable

hopefully i’m not panning out jun’s character development too quickly—i’m not trying to have this story pan out over 2 years, and he is a robot so i’m trying to have his character develop as quickly as i can

anyway mostly slice of life stuff in this chapter but more action is def coming up soon i promisseeee

(also updates wont be this close in between each other so enjoy it while it lasts)

-admin steph

  • Naruto: Sasuke
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Naruto: You've got issues
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Naruto: Like enough to fill an entire ocean or a mountain or no, a GIANT butt-load
  • Sasuke: How big is this hypothetical butt, usuratonkachi?
  • Naruto: I thought you were asleep.
  • Sasuke: As if anyone can sleep with you yelling insults in their ear.
  • Naruto: I was whispering well-known facts, bastard
  • Sasuke: It's three in the morning. Go back to sleep. We can argue tomorrow
  • Naruto: Or, uh, since you're up, we could argue right now
  • Naruto: Come on Sasuke, just this one thing, just one time. We don't even have to invite anyone.
  • Sasuke: Then what's the point?
  • Naruto: Do it for me
  • Sasuke: No.
  • Naruto: But we're already basically, uh, com-committed to being together, so why is this such a big deal?
  • Sasuke: I could ask you the same thing.
  • Naruto: Seriously bastard, you can just give in and do it, or have me harass you until you give in and do it.
  • Sasuke: Or?
  • Naruto: Or, you can tell me the real reason you're against it, and I might... Give you a break. For a while.
  • Sasuke: That's it?
  • Naruto: I could do this all night, teme.
  • Sasuke: *raises eyebrow*
  • Naruto: *blushes* You know what I mean
  • Sasuke: Fine. You want us to have a wedding. A traditional marriage ceremony.
  • Naruto: Duh.
  • Sasuke: So, which one of us is the bride?
  • Sasuke: These rituals follow a specific set of guidelines and require each party to take on a certain role. If this is really what you want, one of us has to be the bride.
  • Naruto: Seriously?
  • Sasuke: I thought you knew that.
  • Naruto: Yeah I did, and the answer is pretty obvious, but I didn't know that's the reason you-
  • Sasuke: What do you mean, 'the answer is obvious'
  • Naruto: Well, you're the one who always, er, is the one who takes *vague hand gestures* when we do the, uh, ya know, the thing that we *cough* do.
  • Naruto: So you'll be the bride. Problem solved.
  • Sasuke: Naruto, you...
  • Naruto: Yeah, what is it?
  • Sasuke: Should sleep on the couch.
  • Naruto: Aw, c'mon. If you really don't want to I guess I could... But Sasuke, you'd totally be the perfect bride.
  • Sasuke: *activates sharingan*
  • Naruto: Gah! It was a compliment, you asshole! Okay, okay, I'm going. Geez.

anonymous asked:

Can you tell me your top 5 of Benedict's performances? I know it's hard but I'm curious :)

Hello!

This is the most challenging question to ever receive as a Bc fan. The faves change from day to day, from moment to moment and from gif to gif (thanks to amazing gifers like @elennemigo, @221bcumberb, @anidoorkitty and @whenisayrunrun ) luckily you have caught me on a day where I’ve been making clips for a future post and have come down with a case of CBF! So being in this state of mind, I think it’s a perfect time to do this list so here it is.

 *warning long post*

1. Richard iii

Bc takes us through the rise and fall of Richards thirst for the crown. From the moment we see young Richard cowering in horror while watching his brother being murdered, to the minute he decides to kill the king, not for his family, not for revenge but for his own dream of sovereignty, and to witnessing Henry Tudor stabbing the last breath out of Richard and proclaiming the “the dirty dog is dead”.

Bc delivers Richards devilish, smooth talking and deliciously devious dialogue with such ease that you can’t help but kind of root for Richard at times because he makes you believe that his Machiavellian dealings are for the greater good. His bone chilling cradling of his newborn nephew, his wooing of the widow of the man he killed. Are that of a man who just wants to be respected, loved and seen for his use rather than be mocked for his disability that he carries on his back.

Bc’s talent of tears and rage and downright madness was just PERFECT. I fell in love with his Richard iii. I felt pity, sadness, attraction to his wicked determination (as terrible as his deeds were) and most of all, affection for his deformity that was the catalyst for his anger and need to prove to the people around him that he could be a normal man that was capable of being a king. Bc’s Richard iii was the best possible example of a master class in acting. Proving yet again that Bc is the best actor of his generation.

2. Sherlock 

The greatest disappointment to come out of BBC Sherlock was the reaction of a group of fans who tried to destroy what MG and SM created because of a certain expectation they were invested in. Most people who hated S4 missed out on what the entire point of this version of Sherlock was about and that was to introduce us to Sherlock Holmes before he became known as Sherlock Holmes. Bc became a star in 90 minutes and the ACD canon would never be the same again.

Sherlock starts off as a man with a fortress of coldness who insists he has no need for friends or relationships, armed with a lifetime of brotherly advice that caring was not an advantage. But once Dr. John Watson comes into play we start to see that fortress slowly melt and the addition of the people who would become his Baker Street family, Molly Hooper, Mrs. Hudson, Mary Watson and Lestrade, we begin to see that Sherlock was so full of emotions and the capacity to care, that he wanted to care, he just didn’t know how to care. Bc’s portrayal of the world’s only consulting detective was brilliant and beautiful. Bc help make brainy the new sexy. He also made Sherlock’s drugged out alter ego, Shezza, look sexy too. Of course it helped that the writing and the location of this modern day Sherlock were also brilliant. But looking at those cheekbones and lips carrying a fluffy head of hair that you wish you could run your fingers through, just once! That perfect silhouette of a man dressed in the finest suits. The purple shirt of sexiness, the black suit, the blue shirt of sexiness!! Ok sorry I got CBF for a second there…

What I really meant to say was that Bc’s acting brought new life into this 100 year old literary character and it certainly made me invest my own feelings into these characters that I wouldn’t have any interest in. Bc’s Sherlock was rude, cocky, manipulative, arrogant and flawed, but you loved each of those characteristics because Bc made him lovable even at Sherlock’s worst, he took you through the whole range of emotions and that wasn’t just with one series, it frequently meant each episode! The fact that we got to watch Sherlock grow into a man capable of being a best friend, a kind and caring human being who tried his best to protect his friends, and a man who learned how to forgive and not judge the past mistakes of those around him. Because after all we just might be human. Even Sherlock Holmes. I am forever grateful to the Mofftiss for creating this show and for giving Bc a chance to show the world, what the London stage and various other people in the industry had already saw in him. For me the only Sherlock Holmes is the BBC version that could only have been pulled off by the talents and efforts of Benedict Cumberbatch.

3. Christopher Tietjens

My first thought is always I heart Christopher Tietjens, because I really do. He was the last of a dying breed. He had 2 women who tried to “burst him out of his glass cabinet” the wife who failed because she didn’t deserve him and the woman whom he really loved and waited for, the woman HE deserved. Christopher survived his name being dragged through the mud, a wife who socially embarrassed not only herself but made him look like a cuckold. 

He survived the war, not because he was lucky, but because he wanted to live to come back to the only woman who loved him and accepted him for going along with the parade. Bc’s Christopher Tietjens was a stoic beautiful man when he needed to be, and man enough to cry when the women he loved tugged or threw daggers at his heart.

I know I overuse the word beautiful when it comes to Bc’s acting but Chrissy was so painfully beautiful that all you wanted to do was give him a hug and take him back to Groby so he could live out the rest of his life as an english country gentleman. Another perfect performance from Benedict!

4. Alan Turing

This should have won Bc’s his first Oscar. If you want to truly see what Bc’s talent is capable of you don’t start with Sherlock, you start with this role. Benedict was able to conjure up the spirit of Alan in this performance that even Turing’s own family was blown away by his portrayal. Bc’s ability to display the eccentricities of Alan, the deep emotional bond and love he had for both Christophers and of course Bc’s master class of acting for easily portraying a genius mathematician at work.

The tragic ending that cut Alan’s life short, made us all want to learn more about Turing and his work. It made us angry at how this man was treated as an enemy, instead of a war hero who helped saved millions of lives. Bc reached into our hearts and brains with his charismatic, tragic, beautiful portrayal of Alan Turing.

5. Doctor Strange

IF ever a role was so perfectly cast it probably was Benedict as Dr. Stephen Strange. Not only does he come super close to looking like the comic book hero that was created over 30 yrs ago, he is able to adopt the persona of an arrogant and brilliant doctor who gets into a car accident that cuts his career short and with all hope lost, seeks treatment at a place that not only gives him the cold hard truth about himself, but it teaches him that in order to grow and learn he would have to open his eye to other realities.  

Stephen learned that all is not lost and there are other ways to help people, most of all, to help himself. Bc is so bloody perfect as Doctor Strange that upon first viewing, I just sat there and cried. I was so proud of him because even though I had very limited knowledge about this comic book character, he convinced me that HE was that superhero that the world needed. Benedict made it all look effortlessly. The American accent, the physicality of being Doctor Strange was just AMAZING. Bc has that ability to make himself into anything that is called for. As someone once said, young, old, strong, weak, whatever you call for that character to be, Benedict can play it and play it so well you don’t even know he’s acting. Not only did it convince us his fan base, but he basically won over the entire comic book community as well as the general public. 

Bc made Doctor Strange into a blockbuster that got overall positive reviews. That is the power of Benedict’s talent. You talk about a good script, you can talk about a good director, but that only goes hand in hand with an actor that can pull it all off and by god did Bc pull it off!

Thanks for stopping by!

anonymous asked:

since, obviously, no relationship is perfect, what kind of arguments do you think rivals!victuuri had after they got together? i hope you didn't answer this already lmao

They only ever really have one big fight, most of the rest of the times they argue it’s over little things and it’s less arguments and more like ‘can we please talk about this because it’s getting on my nerves’. I think adjusting to living together would be an interesting time for them because they’re both used to very different styles of living and it would probably cause most of the clashes. On one hand you have Yuuri ‘I’ve been a college student for five years and also lived with someone that entire time’ vs Viktor ‘I’ve lived alone ever since I was old enough to’. 

I think Viktor would probably be more neat freak while Yuuri would be way more used to living in a mess. Yuuri probably has a habit of leaving clothes on the floor and not doing the laundry until he absolutely has to (leftover from being a student)which would clash a lot with Viktor who probably dry cleans everything to keep it in good condition and is very neat because he’s only ever lived with himself. Also Yuuri would probably be pretty tidy normally but still leave things lying around a bunch because hey, he’s used to living with Phichit and they’re both used to living in a certain level of clutter, as all students are. While Viktor has only ever cleared up after himself and everything in his apartment probably has an assigned place and Yuuri coming in and changing things or leaving things lying around is probably weird for him. So they’d probably argue over that in a ‘can you please pick up your stuff, it’s messy and looks bad’ vs ‘can you please stop moving all my stuff and putting it away in weird places because I live here too you know and I left it there for a reason’ way.  

I think there would probably also be the normal level of bad habits. Viktor gets up to run every morning at 6am, even on rest days, and always somehow manages to wake Yuuri up too because he can’t be quiet to save his life. Yuuri keeps Viktor awake until late at night because of the light from his phone screen and then they’re both cranky in the morning. Viktor’s forgetfulness probably comes up sometimes too in little things like going to the supermarket and buying fancy food that caught his eye but forgetting the basics like eggs and milk. Money probably comes up a few times as well since Yuuri spent years saving money on everything he could and supporting his family whereas Viktor only has himself to support and makes a lot of good investments with his money so buying on the expensive side of the market is normal for him.

Realistically I think it’d mainly be the little things in a ‘I love you but this one thing you do is kind of pissing me off’ way because as you said, no-one is perfect. But I think everything would be pretty minor as they work really well together as a duo and I can’t really see them having big fights over serious things on the regular 

Hunter’s Helper

Relationship: Sam X Daughter, Dean X Niece!Reader

Words: 2,562

Summary: After a devastating loss, the Reader turns to alcohol to help with the pain.

Warnings: substance abuse, alcohol abuse, underage drinking, mentions of suicide, depression, mention of alcohol-related death, mild swearing, mentions of vomit/vomiting, angst

Tagging: @mysaintsasinner @beholders-chroniclers @deathtonormalcy56 @sis-tafics @winchesters-favorite-girl @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @alexandriajanae4 @27bmm

A/N: I’m back! Sorry this took so long, the ending just would not let itself get written. This is for two challenges. The first is @letsgetoutalive‘s Mental Health Awareness Challenge, and my prompt was substance abuse (I really hope I did it justice. I researched it but I have no actual experience with this, so if anything is wrong let me know). The second was @nichelle-my-belle‘s 4K Angst Challenge, and my prompt for that one was “Isn’t it scary to be ready to die at such a young age?” Enjoy!

Originally posted by hunterchesters

“You stupid bastard! How could you? You were– I– God!” Voice hoarse from screaming, you knelt in front of his grave, moisture soaking through the knees of your jeans. Your fingers skimmed the engravings in the marble stone as tears fell, racing down your cheeks as if there would be a prize for first place. “I’m all alone now, you asshole! And it’s all your fault!”

Cautiously, Sam approached you and gently took your hand, his heart breaking at your pain. You looked up at him, eyes puffy and red, and allowed yourself to be pulled up until you were standing. Wrapping his arms around you, your dad hugged you tightly, his chin resting on the top of your head, and you let it happen, let yourself bury your face in his chest and dissolve into a fresh wave of tears.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he whispered, rubbing circles on your back. “It’s gonna be okay.”

But he was wrong. It wasn’t going to be okay, you were never going to be okay.

Because how can you be okay, how can you possibly go on with your life, when your best friend takes his own?

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Hurting

Hello, Love bugs.

Draco X Reader 

Y/H= your house name Y/N= your name

Warnings- drinking, swears

The line that inspired me. “Is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a Tuesday?”


 He had been hurting for a long time. It was your last year at Hogwarts and Draco had lost himself. He could have passed for one of the ghosts in the halls he had turned so pale. He went from the boy who you fell for to a stranger who you weren’t even sure was still in love with you. It was after potions class when you tried to catch up with Draco. You had called out to him but he had clearly decided to ignore you. You pushed past a few girls who were gossiping before grabbing at Draco’s arm. 

“Hey, what’s going on with you? It’s like you’re a different guy. Can we talk later?” Draco looked at you up and down making you feel nervous as to what was going to come. “Please Draco. We can’t go on with you just ignoring me.” 

“I don’t want to talk to you Y/N. How about you just fuck off and mind your own business.You don’t even understand. You’re just a stupid mudblood.” Looking at Draco it truly hurt. His words cut deeper than either of you expected. Draco reached for your wrist to try and keep you in place but you pulled away from his touch. 

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How Anatole Fucked Shit up for every War and Peace character who shows up in Great Comet
  • Natasha: Manipulated her and used her and tricked her into ruining her life and nearly ending it. Destroyed her life. Seriously.
  • Hélène: Alright, take a second and think about Hélène. Why do you think she married Pierre? Love? Nah. She married him for his cash and neither of them were happy. I don't hold this against Pierre, who at least at first, truly tried to be a good husband. In the book, it's made evident that the whole reason Hélène needs to marry a man as rich as Pierre is because her father is broke. Why is his father broke? Cuz Anatole has spent all his money gambling and seducing women. So yeah. Anatole's fault.
  • Andrey Bolkonsky: Okay this one is easy. It's pretty straightforward but it's even sadder if you look at War and Peace, where it's abundantly clear that Andrey is a profoundly unhappy man and some of the only happiness he has in the book is with Natasha. And Anatole was at least partially responsible for taking that away from him.
  • Balaga: Never pays him? Like I know Balaga doesn't ask for pay but I still feel like paying him would be good. Also he gets him really drunk while he's driving. Honestly he doesn't do much to be responsible for Balaga's problems because Balaga is not important enough to have problems.
  • Fedya Dolokhov: Well in the book he never really gets his shit fucked up by Anatole but I'll say two things, one of which is that, Anatole doesn't listen to him when he is like the only person who tries to help him and keep him from being a bag of shit, and secondly, in the musical, since the duel was moved from Volume II Part I to Part V, it creates the implication that Natasha's love letter from Anatole was written by Dolokhov while he lay ill at his mother's recovering from a gunshot wound which is not, I'm sure, the ideal time to write a love letter.
  • Marya "Mary" Bolkonsky: Um alright this wasn't totally his fault just cuz it would have been a terrible situation for everyone but Anatole was supposed to be married to Mary but within like ten minutes of meeting with her already started hitting on her friend which was generally just a really mean move, and really hurt her already poor self image.
  • Marya Dmitrieva Akhrosimova: Marya is really a strong protective figure and she tries really hard to be good to Natasha and it's really sad that she has to feel like a failure because Anatole is a lying manipulative ass.
  • Old Prince Nikolai Bolkonsky: (I put in his name cuz I just like to note @ tolstoy fight me for including three separate Nikolais two of whom are named Nikolai Andreevich Bolkonsy. Fuck you.) Doesn't really have a lot of problems but I'll say even though he's batshit and not the best father that is really the only job he has at this point is being a father? And just like. Look what Anatole did to his kids.
  • Pierre Bezukhov: Okay, I know I've already said Helene was unhappy in the marriage, but Helene was a terrible wife who cheated on him a lot and wasted his life away and make no excuses was the main cause of his alcoholism and depression. But she never would have married him if Anatole didn't make Prince Vassily (his father) broke. Also the first person in the book to put a drink in his hand is Anatole, who says "finish it" even though Pierre says he does not want to.
  • Sonya Rostova: Endangered her closest friendship, with Natasha who I say again, though she still shared responsibility for her infidelity, was manipulated.

anonymous asked:

Can we get a ryden timeline... xx (love the blog)

thank you anon xo, and I can do a Ryden timeline and edit: I took the readmore out because it doesn’t work on mobile so sorry this is going to be lengthy, and I apologize, some of the stuff I’m gonna say I can not find the articles or pictures to back myself up.

I think I’m gonna do this timeline by year 

2004/2006

Ryan and Jac, Brendon and Audrey

  -So back in like the wee baby days of Panic! Ryan and Brendon both dated a couple of “scene queens’ (oh early 00′s) and I wouldn’t mention it but there are sceenshots of conversations between the two girls saying stuff like “Oh your boyfriend turned mine gay.” and a few other things about the boys having a thing.

Ryan’s Livejournal

-Here’s the tumblr post all of his entries are on, seriously give them a read in your freetime

-he’s deleted the account, so :(. Like right after the Myrtle Beach stuff but that is the next thing

-So his livejournal, full of teenage angst, the early developments of songs from fever, vague relationship posts, great banter between him and brendon including:

-I apologize there are a few other things of them interacting on lj but I can’t fine any screenshots or anything of them

Kerrang! Slow Dancing article

-So basically in a December 2006 issue of Kerrang! they put in an article and I quote  “Urie and Ross crack up as they slow-dance together through the heaving dressing room, belting out ‘All These Things That I’ve Done’ by fellow Las Vegas quartet The Killers as they glide through the crowd.”

-Don’t believe me here’s a pic of the article with that paragraph circled, super hard to read, but it’s there

Myrtle Beach

-Shit gets sexy here (like literally)

-So the myrtle beach lore is what I would call 1/3 of the huge Ryden lore stories

-Basically after a show Panic! and their crew all went skinny dipping in Myrtle Beach

-In some interview or another I’m pretty sure one of the backup dancers on tour implied that they fucked. 

-Ryan wrote this livejournal entry about the night:

Sun, Jun 25 2006

The moon bred new Atlantic life tonight.the salt burned you right out of my eyes.and secrets we’re not proud of were taken with the tide. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.

Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath.

this is why I walk to the ocean.swim with jellyfish.I may never get this chance again.

this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss.

If you want to cry you should cry, and

if you want to live you should live.

You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it’s for lovers (orjustfriends)

This is why I do it.

-and then promptly deleted his lj account shortly after that

2007/2009

Seattle 

-Seattle is already a significant place for Ryan as noted by this livejournal post:

Mon, Feb 6 2006

lay like lions in the sand..

one day we’ll settle in Seattle.

-But back to what this is really for (also totally copy and pasting this from my seattle post yesterday)

-Ryan turned 21 Pete Wentz  threw his party at one of his clubs in NYC, none of the other Panic! were 21 yet so they were already in seattle for the next show they were playing. 

^^^ Ryan @ his bday party,  -But anyways sometime during that night Ryan left his birthday party to fly out to Seattle, and was spotting in a resturant with Brendon, and a fan reconized them and got a picture which is here (sorry she’s blurred out I can’t find one not like that.)

-So yeah our boy left is own bday party to be with Brendon and wrote a song about it ( more on that in the next section) 

 -Ryan and Brendon also did an interview together around that same time where Ryan was still wearing the outfit from his B-day party and Brendon was wearing what he wore in that picture with a fan. Link to that interview: Here

Pretty.Odd

-2ish years since fever

-How much detail so I gotta go into here? That album was gay as fuck.

- It’s lengthy so I won’t go into depth but this entire album is basically about a summer love, more specifically the two people in love (Ryan and Brendon since this is a Ryden thing) Who use “the sun” and “the moon” to refer to eachother. It’s up for debate who’s who. And i’m not going to get into it

-Most notably is the lyric “We must reinvent love.” From Mad as Rabbits which is quoting a poem by a gay man about how since he doesn’t like women love must be reinvented

Northern Downpour (yeah I had to give this it’s own section)

 -This is a song on pretty.odd is heavily suspected to be about that night in Seattle, including lyrics such as “I missed your skin when you we’re East, you clicked your heels and wished for me.” (Ryan was in NYC which is east of Seattle), along with Seattle is rainy and in the North of the US.

-Ryan told Brendon to pay special attention to the lyric “I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home.” and that is the lyric he got chocked up on playing it post-split

-Also during the Live in Chicago performance Brendon sings “Northern Downpour sends it’s love-” and then adds in and “I love you.” Right after.

Cape Town

-Pain, sadness

-No one knows what the fuck happened (aside from those involved)

-Cape Town, South Africa is where the last Panic! show with Ryan and Jon in the band played. It’s shady, and what is know is that Ryan and Brendon were not getting along to the point where they could stand to be in the same room together so Ryan and Jon left and created The Young Veins. 

- The Young Veins just so happen to have a song called Cape Town

-There’s a lot of speculation about said song being about Ryden and the band split (wrapped up into a metaphor about a girl). Mostly because the song is about a lost love. (in cape town.)

-Another large reason this is a very significant place in Ryden lore would be the lyric comparisons from the song Cape Town by The Young Veins, and a few songs off of Vices & Virtues. Most notably. From Cape Town: “Woke me in the morning asked me if I meant it, I didn't”. And from The Calendar (A song confirmed to be about the panic! split): “And I meant everything I said that night”

-The V&V bonus track the song Bittersweet has the lyric: “I’ve been to Tokyo, and to South Africa so many places that you may say I’ve seen it all”. Cape Town is in South African, not hard to make a connect about the two. And that concludes today’s lesson on the mystery of Cape Town.

Post-Split bits and peaces

-The Young Veins went off and wrote an album all about regret called Take A Vacation!

-Brendon and Spencer went on and released Vices & Virtues which is full of salt and bitterness. Salty Breakup album. 

-Ryan and Brendon parallel lyrics to eachother and I reccomend doing research on it or shooting me an ask and I’ll talk about it. 

And that is a timeline of Ryden 2004-2011ish. Feel free to ask me for more post breakup stuff (like Halloween, or the whole ‘they were cool after the split to now they rarely talk’ ) This is just getting lengthy but I will answer more questions on it

A Roadtrip | Pt. (1/2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Member: Jeon Jungkook

Words: 4.2k

Synopsis: The title says it all. Jungkook makes your planned roadtrip to Busan a bit messy

A/N: Jungkook…. has got me feeling some type of ways, so I HAD to write this. I originally intended to post this as one whole scenario but that’d be too long I guess. Anyways, I promise that after I posting the next part of this story I will continue with The Four Elements lgkjaggalksjh. I just…. needed a way to get my feelings straight….. I’m a mess.

Pt. 2


You loved the feeling of the fresh summer breeze coming in contact with the soft skin on your face, the wind causing your hair to wave in the air, your eyes closed as you let the breeze calm you down.

Roadtrips were your favorite thing, and it became kind of your own tradition to do a city roadtrip every summer. You did not know exactly when it started, but every year around July, you found yourself driving in your cabriolet to random cities, enjoying every single unique element that each city in your country had, eventually taking pictures with your polaroid, the memories captured forever, just in one single picture.

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Sirens

Bitty didn’t speak. He was a siren, a creature whose voice is the downfall of others, who can drive men and women into madness with a single word. As a child, his request for candy resulted in every person in earshot rushing to the nearest store, loading their arms with sweets to satisfy him. The novelty waned quickly into a curse, for he never knew who truly cared for him and who was responding only to his voice.

By the time he started at Samwell, he had gone three years without saying a word, and he was happy to let his classmates believe he was incapable of speech. His teammates took signing classes to understand him, and rallied around him when a professor told him he had no medical reason to skip his oral exam.

He had friends. For the first time in his life he knew the people that surrounded him liked him for him, that made him stifle his laughter into his fist, that cheered as he attempted spins in his bulky hockey skates.

He believed that someone could love him of their own accord. Every time he locked eyes with Jack and shared a secretive smile, or crashed into him after a goal, Bitty let himself think that, just maybe, Jack could feel an attraction that had nothing to do with Bitty’s voice. Bitty’s stomach leaped every time it crossed his mind.

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I Didn’t Know That I Was Starving ‘Til I Tasted You.

For @warpedchyld. For reasons. I just had to ;)

Warnings: Dom/sub, sexual content (implied) & breath play (kinda?). NSFW.


Steve discovered 21st century music was far more provocative and sexual than anything he’d ever heard. It wasn’t until things had calmed down and he was back at the Avengers Compound, with a lot of free time, that he really had the ability to catch up on everything he hadn’t already learnt.

And that meant pop music.

According to Clint, anyway. Having more time, also meant he could get back to art and illustration, he loved drawing and painting, he was an artist and his fingers craved those inky sets of watercolours and crisp paper that Bucky had bought for his birthday a couple of months ago, and finally he could get down to work. Letting the radio play, he got to it, when a song he hadn’t heard came on. It was called Starving by Hailee Steinfeld, which Steve thought was a really weird title for a song. Maybe, it was about food or something.

I didn’t know that I was starving ‘til I tasted you

Don’t need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo

By the way, right away you do things to my body

I didn’t know that I was starving 'til I tasted you

It was safe to say it wasn’t. Bright red in the face, Steve almost dropped his paint pallet upon hearing the line ‘I didn’t know that I was staring ‘til I tasted you’ and as songs go, they usually make you feel something. And all Steve could do was gape at nothing in particular at the sheer sexual nature of the song, but also, at how much it reminded him of Bucky. And the first time he’d, quite literally, tasted Bucky. He could never forget that moment. Couldn’t even if he was tortured. It was when they were back home, when the worst thing Steve was worried about was rent and dying of his asthma or another illness he had, they’d been kissing and then one thing led to another…and well.

Steve couldn’t get enough, let’s put it that way.

So, engrossed in his own thoughts, he didn’t hear the door to their floor open and the lift chime, indicating that someone was entering their lobby. Pretty soon, Steve felt arms wrapping around his waist and that thick, muscled body, pressing up against him. And that did make him drop his paint pallet, which Bucky, of course, caught.

“Baby, you all right?” he asked, smirking as he mouthed at Steve’s blushing neck, “you’re all flustered.”

Steve let out something close to a whine and blushed even more. If that was possible. “I’m fine,” Steve replied, voice higher than usual.

Bucky grinned and sucked a hickey into Steve’s neck, gripping his hips tighter so that the blond was pressed against the brunette’s beefy body, with no escape. And fuck, Steve melted at the sensation of being held so tightly. His head fell back against Bucky’s shoulder, parted lips, eyes darkening, glazing over.

“You hungry, baby doll?” Bucky chuckled, somewhat teasingly. And at any other time, Steve would have snapped back with some comment but right then, it wasn’t the moment and Steve was too far gone.

A clumsy nod was all Steve could muster, whimpering when Bucky wrapped his metal hand around his throat, lightly, gently, purring in his ear, “you gonna be good for me? Eh, sweetheart?”

Steve moaned and nodded, blushing all over again. “Yes, sir.”

Bucky growled and kissed Steve fiercely. Painting was the last thing on Steve’s mind at that moment, especially when Bucky picked him up effortlessly and carried him over to their bedroom. Yeah, painting could wait.

katieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee  asked:

Okay but if you don't do a part 7 to the fix where Betty had a baby and jug didn't know about it my life will literally end... please?!!

I’m on it! You guys are the best! Part 6:https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/161215453526/part-6-of-the-fic-where-betty-has-a-baby-with
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Hunter clapped his pudgie hands in excitement, big green eyes staring directly at Jughead

“Grandma! That’s grandma!” The toddler giggled, bouncing and wiggling in Jugheads arms.

It was almost comical how quickly Betty’s demeanor changed, the blonde young woman instantly stiffened, picking up plates and balancing rags on her arm, she glanced up and saw Jughead staring at her, a bewildered and terrified expression on his face, she narrows her eyes and whispered loudly

“Well? What are you waiting for?! Help me clean!” Betty scanned the kitchen frantically as she threw a rag straight at Jugheads face, Hunter giggled while Jughead scrambled to wipe the counter, it was too late, the air shifted and suddenly there was a very familiar older woman standing in the kitchen, eyeing the mess in disdain.

“Elizabeth, honestly is it so hard to keep an area clean, I mean really you…” she abruptly stopped speaking when her eyes landed on Jughead, the normally collected Alice Cooper turned an entirely foreign shade of red.

“What are YOU doing here?” She hissed, practically lunging forward and attempting to take her grandson out of Jugheads hands.

He was quicker than her however and pushed his son tighter against his chest
“He’s my son.” He said firmly, eyes set on her fiery expression.

“You abandoned him! You abandoned her!” Alice looked pointedly at Betty who was rolling her sleeves up preparing for a fight. “You have no claim over this child, My daughter raised him not you, you don’t get to just come strolling in and assume.”

“ENOUGH”

All three pairs of eyes snapped to Betty who stood by the kitchen sink, her hands balled as she shook in anger, stalking dangerously towards her mother

“Jughead is Hunters father. My sons business does not concern you, it concerns me and Jughead, this is my family, I think you’re confused on how this works. It’s YOU who doesn’t get to come strolling in, I choose who gets to spend time with Hunter. You have judged every decision I have ever made and I’m so damn tired of it.” She bit her lip and glanced over at Jughead who quickly put his hands around the little boys ears, blocking out the curse, Betty smiled softly before turning back to her mother “I love you mom, and Hunter loves you, but I also love Jughead, you don’t want to ask me to choose because you won’t be happy with the result.” She panted slightly, her eyes steady as she watched her mother visibly deflate before her eyes

“But.. but he left.” She said desperately

Jughead chose that moment to speak

“I had to, my story is a long one and I’m sure you know parts of it, one day I’d like to tell you the whole story but until then, you can trust that I love your daughter more than anything in the entire world alongside my son. I’m not going anywhere I can promise you that.” He gently handed off Hunter to Alice and moved beside Betty wrapping an arm around her waist while one of his hands gently removed her fingers from her palm, rubbing the irritated scars with his thumb.

Alice looked into the little boy in her arms eyes and sighed, looking back to Jughead

“You’re both adults, and you’re right this is your life, not mine. I just want you both happy.” She shrugged, smiling as Hunter nuzzled her neck.

Betty nodded
“I know mom, and I appreciate it really, but we’re doing good, really good.” She beamed up at Jughead and he grinned right back with equal enthusiasm.

“Well anyway I came here for a reason, I need to speak to you about your father, I suppose this includes you as well… Jug-head.” She purposefully seperated the two words, winking playfully at the dark haired boy as he rubbed his neck, countless memories flooded his mind of sneaking in through Betty’s window and hearing that same voice shout his name when he climbed back down the next morning.

Betty looked concerned, reaching out for Hunter as he rambled on about dinosaurs.
“What’s he done now?” She sighed softly.

Alice took a deep breath
“Well it appears your father will be moving back to Riverdale, apparently Pembrooke isn’t his style.” Alice rolled her eyes dramatically, she had just signed the divorce papers last year and had been ecstatic when he decided to move away.

“Great” Betty mumbled, leaning against Jugheads body as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder

“What does that have to do with us?” Jughead asked confused.

Alice bit her lip

“He has a lot of friends in this town, and I’ve heard through rumors.. Betty your father.. he doesn’t believe you’re a fit mother for Hunter.”

Betty gasped, her hands tightening around her son
“What? What does that mean?!”

“He wants to be granted parental custody of Hunter. Mayor McCoy told me at Brunch he’s already been to court about it.”

Tears instantly filled the blondes eyes and Jughead leaped up

“He won’t win, he has no basis! There’s absolutely no one more fit to take care of Hunter than Betty!”

Alice nodded
“I know this! But you know Hal Cooper, he’s underhanded, he lies, he always gets what he wants. He knows so many people in this town, it’s the connections I’m worried about.. and your past.. the medication..” Alice trailed off, looking purposefully into her daughters eyes

“He can’t use that against me! I was depressed! So much was going on, I would be crazy not to be upset!” Betty cried out, her eyes frantic as she peppered kisses to Hunters forehead, the little boy tensing at his mothers tears.

Jughead felt as though he was missing something but that didn’t matter right now, Hal Cooper was trying to destroy his family and that didn’t work for him.

“Anyway” Alice continued, grabbing her bag as she made her way to the door, dropping a kiss on Betty and Hunters cheeks “I’m on my way to the court house right now to try and appeal, I’m on your side love, we’re gonna fix this.” The older woman’s eyes were set in complete determination and Jughead took a bit of comfort in that as Betty closed the door, eyes watery as Hunter rested his face against her cheek silently.

“It’s okay baby boy, mommies not gonna let anyone take you away from her.” She whispered against his hair, eyes meeting Jugheads as he came to his family and wrapped them in his arms.

It was silent for a moment, the family finding comfort in each other’s arms before Jughead broke the quiet

“I think it’s time we pay my dad a visit.”