because if it did i quit

a rant on the writing community.

Since it was fanfiction writers’ appreciation day very recently, I feel like contributing to this in a different way, and aim my appreciation to a very particular group of writers. Now, keep in mind that I am in no way belittling anyone and that I support every single writer who works hard on this website. These are just thoughts I’ve had for a long time, and even though it has been talked about plenty of times before, I still feel the need to express my feelings when it comes to this topic in particular, which is heavily related to the writers’ community of tumblr in the kpop fandom. Not gonna lie, this is something I feel kinda salty about and it might get a bit long, so please bear with me :D

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Give the people what they want: more tony being a Dad™ to trans peter

on the first day of peter’s senior year of high school tony is parked outside of peter’s school, and everyone is openly staring bc That’s Tony Fucking Stark, and peter just ducks his head and walks up to tony

“what are you doing here, mr. stark?” peter asks quietly, trying to ignore the way people are pointing at them

“i just wanted to say,” tony begins, quite literally shouting, and peter wants to just die because may already did this exact same thing last year after his classmates wouldn’t stop calling him trans slurs. “if ANY of you FUCKERS calls peter here a PENIS one more time, i will have CAPTAIN AMERICA murder you and – ”

“captain america wouldn’t do that!” flash yells through cupped hands

“bucky barnes is captain america now,” tony says, and flash promptly walks into the school without looking back

Humans are silly cute: Cuddling

Imagine aliens finding out about cuddling.
Aliens already know we are social animals, and that we can basically pack-bond with anything no problem. But imagine them finding out that a majority of us also like cuddling. Since we are such social animals, its basically imperative that we are able to have skin to skin contact quite a bit in our younger stages of life. It helps us develop because of brain chemicals and blah blah blah. So imagine an alien seeing human friends cuddling and thinking hey, I thought only mates did that but alright. Or, big fluffy aliens thinking that all humans enjoy cuddling and randomly hugging Human John because let’s pack-bond with our favorite human! Of course this leads the Human red-faced and awkwardly trying to explain that skin-to-skin (or fur-to-skin) contact is a little awkward for him.

Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (22-Finale)

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF!
(CTO)

Part 22- “Final Part” of the sequel, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: The Sequel to Wrong Place Wrong Time: Life after the death of Red.
Main Characters include: Reader and EXO.

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

Word Count: 5,100 (ish)

Get’s the slightest bit gory, so only read if you have a strong stomach?

Listen, you better get those tissues out!


Junmyeon’s P.O.V.

He sat in the SUV looking at his hands; he was shaking nervously and couldn’t keep his hands still. He had come this far and brought the men up until this point, yet he still felt as though he hadn’t quite fulfilled his duty. Why was that? Maybe because he was a failure in more ways than one, his brother didn’t applaud him for anything he did, he almost killed everyone a year ago, he couldn’t even successfully attract a woman who wasn’t out to kill him. He sighed, he was a failure no matter which way he looked at it.

“Hey…what are you thinking about?” Chanyeol nudged him on his side bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Uhhh- I…It’s nothing. Nothing.”

“You can’t lie to me Junmyeon. I’ve known you almost 5 years, what’s up?”

Junmyeon sighed as he slowly lifted his head upwards.

“I just…What have I even done? Up until now…I’ve just continuously dragged us into never ending shit and if we survive this I’ll probably end up dragging us into more never ending shit.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Sehun scoffed from behind Junmyeon. Everyone was listening to the conversation. “If it wasn’t for you Junmyeon I’d be wandering the streets…sure this lifestyle isn’t ideal but I found a family in you guys. I found a home. If it weren’t for you Kim Junmyeon I would definitely be dead.”

“Aw Sehun, are we getting a little bit sentimental.” Minseok cooed teasingly, pinching Sehun’s cheek from beside him. Sehun frowned and pushed Minseok off of him, his face turning a subtle tint of red which luckily for him wasn’t too noticeable in the dark night.

“It’s true though Minseok… I mean…Isn’t it?”He looked up at the older male who had played the role of his mother, father, brother and best friend throughout the years.
Minseok smiled softly and nodded, planting a kiss on Sehun’s forehead.

“Of course it’s true; you’re the best family I’ve ever had never forget it.”
Sehun smiled at Minseok’s words and gave him a quick hug before letting go again.

Junmyeon let out a loud sigh, causing everyone to turn and face him again. He appreciated their efforts but he still wasn’t sure he was doing enough.

“Junmyeon look.” Yixing cleared his throat. “Every single man in this car is fucked up, we’re all bad men and we’re all killers we’re most definitely the worst type of people to walk the face of this earth. But guess what, that’s not your fault. You didn’t create Genesis and you didn’t create Red Corp, you didn’t volunteer for this, none of us this. We had no choice. I agree with Sehun…you guys are my family now and although we met in the most fucked up way and I do wish we met under better circumstances…look, the point is I’m proud to call you my brothers. We may not all be biologically related but that really doesn’t matter, right?”

Tao nodded in the driver’s seat as he looked up through his rear view mirror.

“Yixing is right. I say when we get out of this we all let this lifestyle go and move forwards together.”

IF we get out alive…” Junmyeon mumbled looking back down at his hands. He still wasn’t confident that he could get all of them out alive, but he would sure as anything try his best. The car began to slow down. They were driving in an industrial estate; the bumpy gravel could be felt beneath them as the tyres moved forward ever so slightly.

“I think we’re here…” Tao looked up at the building as he stopped the engine completely; it was eerie and dark from the outside.

Junmyeon held his breath and wrapped his fingers around his gun. Only God knew what he would find inside.

“You lot…please survive.” He opened the car door and stepped out slowly, walking towards the building, the pit in his stomach seemed to be growing deeper and if he was being honest he was scared. Petrified.
But there was no going back now, he had to deal with the issue and he had to get his brother. That was the only blood-family he had left and he couldn’t let it go. The rest of the boys followed behind stealthily and slowly, weapons in hand.

“You know, I never thought I’d say this.” Baekhyun whispered. “But I’m really jealous of Kyungsoo right now…he has an excuse to stay home. I am bricking it.”

“You’re always bricking it Byun Baekhyun. Just don’t die or get injured because you’re the surgeon and we need you alive.” Jongin whispered back running in front of Junmyeon, towards a back door. He pushed it open lightly with his foot and looked about to make sure it was all clear. He turned to face the guys and gave a quick nod. ‘Good luck’ He mouthed as they all began to run into the building.

It was quite dark so Junmyeon could hardly see anything, his ears were his biggest help at the moment and he began to hear a muffled shouting and struggling. His eyes widened. It must have been Senior; he walked further towards the sound.

“Suho. I can’t find the enemy anywhere.” Jongdae’s voice whispered from behind him, causing him to jump a little.

“You don’t have to keep up with the code names Luhan knows who we are.” He replied. “I hear something, keep me covered.” He began walking faster to the muffled sounds that he could hear, it became increasingly louder until eventually he could hear it right beside him.

“Senior?” he hissed. The muffles became louder as if confirming who it was. Junmyeon desperately put his gun in his pocket and reached his hands out to find the ropes binding his brother down to the chair.

“Guys! I don’t see anyone.” Jongin whispered loudly. Junmyeon heard grunts of agreement; it had appeared the whole squad had found their way to Senior’s chair.
After some struggle Junmyeon managed to get Senior free from the chair and untied the cloth from his mouth. His brother gasped desperately for air as he threw his head backwards.

“Listen Junmyeon!” Senior panted between words. “It’s a ploy to buy time. They used me as a distraction they knew you’d come for me. No one is here. He said something about ‘killing the pregnant bitch and dealing with Junmyeon and the rest later.

Junmyeon’s eyes widened and he turned around in shock as he heard Minseok let out a loud gasp.

“Oh Gosh Y/N!” Minseok cried. As if on cue his phone began to vibrate he looked at the caller I.D.

Y/N.

Wasting no time he swiped right on the screen and put the phone on loud speaker. Junmyeon could hear Minseok’s breathing become quicker and shallow as he heard Y/N begin to talk.

Minseok… please tell me you guys have come back. We can hear noises in the kitchen” She was whispering and it was almost impossible to hear what she was saying.

Y/N it’s Luhan, you need to hide now!”

“We’re in Kyungsoo’s room.” Her voice was really beginning to shake now that it was confirmed that it was not the boys.

Y/N I need you to lock the door and hide as best as you can. We’re on our way. Don’t make a sound.” He hung up and slipped his phone back inside his pocket.

“Fuck! My baby is in there!” Kris cried, almost close to tears.

“That’s exactly why we need to make a move. NOW!”

Y/N’S P.O.V.

Your breathing had accelerated as you slowly got up to lock the door and crawled back on to the floor. Kyungsoo looked at you with worried eyes. 

‘Luhan’ You mouthed to him. His eyes widened with fear as he looked between you and the door. ‘We need to hide’ you mouthed as you begun to him drag him off of his wheelchair and help him get under the bed, making sure the sheets were spilled over so he couldn’t be seen.
You could hear things being smashed in the kitchen.

“Come on out sweetheart!” You heard Luhan call, sarcasm and venom lacing tongue.

“Who is that?” Ara asked looking up you. You quickly covered her hand with your mouth your eyes widening in fear of being heard, bending down as far as your stomach would allow you to you began to whisper in her ear.

“We’re going to play hide and seek okay? Daddy’s friend is looking for us, so you need to be a good girl and stay quiet. If you win I will buy you a dolly okay Ara?” You tried smiling convincingly at her as she nodded with such enthusiasm.
If only it were all just a game.
You dragged yourself and Ara into Kyungsoo’s wardrobe as it was the only place that your stomach would allow you to fit. Your heart was banging against your chest it felt as though it would burst through. You were sure that you had never been so scared in your life. You heard smashing, breaking and the occasional pop of a gun. Footsteps were getting louder and louder. It felt like forever waiting for the boys to arrive and you were slowly becoming a nervous wreck, tears were welling up in your waterline. You were no longer sure what you were waiting for, was it to be saved or death?
You heard scratching at the door. You closed your eyes tightly and covered your mouth with your hand.

“Hmm…why is this door locked?” Luhan’s voice was clear now. He was less than 10 feet away from you. “Oh Mrs.Kim, are you in there?” He laughed mockingly. He had you right where he wanted you and he was about to win his sick and twisted game. Ara groaned in front of you.

“I want to get out.” She said. You quickly covered her mouth with your hand.
No! why was she deciding to talk now.
You bent down and pressed your mouth against her ear as you decided to whisper.

“Ara sweetie, you can’t speak or Daddy’s friend will find us.” You were desperate for her to be quiet, but of course as your luck would have it she wasn’t willing to comply with the rules.

“But I want to get out.” She demanded trying to free herself from your grip. Your heart was beating wildly against your chest.

“Ara shut up!” Kyungsoo hissed from under the bed, you could only imagine how terrified he had become.

“But I need to weewee!” She shouted, banging her hands against the wardrobe door.

You heard Luhan laugh sadistically from outside.

“Ohhh there’s definitely people in here. Maybe I should pay them a visit hmm?”
You heard repetitive banging as Luhan began kicking the door, followed by grunts and eventually there was a loud crash as the door was knocked inwards. You closed your eyes again out of fear, your airways were involuntarily contracting and you were finding it hard to breathe.
“Mrs Kim. Play with me? There’s no need to hide, hmm?” You heard a gunshot ring out in the room, causing Ara to scream. You covered her mouth with your hand, but at this point there was no use because the wardrobe door began to open slowly and stood in front of you was a merciless looking Luhan, a dirty smile painted across his face.
“Ah! Here you are.”
You looked into his dark orbs as tears began to run down your face.

“Luhan please, don’t do this. You don’t need to do this. I’m begging you…” One hand automatically found itself comforting your stomach, whilst the other was gripping Ara’s shoulder. He scoffed, pulling a wry smile.

“Is that what my father begged you before you blew his brains out, you heartless bitch. Is that what my girlfriend begged before you bastards took her life aswell?” He smacked the hilt of his gun against you forehead and you felt a warm liquid oozing its way down the side of your face.

“I need to weewee!” Ara screamed as she crossed her legs and began pulling your arm. You had never been so pissed off by a child in your life.

“Aww you need to weewee do you?” Luhan bent down in front of her and stroked her cheeks with his free hand. “Well I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you weewee, but that means after we’re going to play a little game okay?”
She nodded ecstatically.
“Good girl. Now you see this device in my hand here.” He pulled a small black remote out of his pocket and raised it in the air. “Well Uncle Luhan here loves to play with electric and this…” He clicked a button on the remote causing the lights to switch off. Just like the night Minseok went missing. Suddenly the lights switched back on again. “…is my favourite toy. We’re going to play the best version of hide and seek ever. I’m going to switch off all the lights and you are going to hide. If I win, you will go to bed forever and ever and ever, okay sweetheart.”
Ara nodded enthusiastically, still not understanding what was happening.
“Good! Go and weewee quickly.” He looked up at you and smiled at you darkly before bowing and pointing at the door letting you step aside. “I’ll count to 100.”

You pulled Ara past Luhan and practically dragged her up the stairs ignoring each and every one of her cries, quite frankly you had no pity for her, she should’ve shut up when she had the chance. You dragged her into the toilet and quickly let her wee, whilst you tried your best to mop up the blood dripping down the side of your face. You dragged her out of the toilet just as quickly and pulled her into Baekhyun’s room, you rummaged quickly through everything that was lined up on his shelf dropping some things as you went along. Finally you picked up a bottle of chloroform. Pouring some of the liquid on to Ara’s shirt, you brought it up to her mouth and nose and waited until her struggle stopped. You ran back down the corridor and hurriedly opened the door to Junmyeon’s room. Opening a chest that once belonged to Yuna, you bent Ara’s knees upwards by  a fraction and placed her inside gently closing the lid again. You knew that she would be safe now, you were sure you had used enough of the liquid to knock her out for a while. You swallowed hard as you pulled out your phone and sent a text to Minseok:

Ara is in a Yuna’s chest, in Junmyeon’s room. Please hurry Min.”

You felt it necessary so he could tell the others, just in case you didn’t survive to tell them where she was…

“I GOT BORED OF COUNTING! I GOT TO 70, BUT THAT’S CLOSE ENOUGH RIGHT?!” You heard Luhan’s voice yell as the lights in the room went off. You froze in your spot. He was coming for you. You heard the steps creaking as he was making his way up. The lights flicked back on again and you could hear him humming a song. Your hands were shaking as you stared around Junmyeon’s room looking for where you could hide. You had to be careful, surely Luhan didn’t come alone, his men were lurking about the house as well and so you were hiding from them too.
Suddenly you heard a stampede of footsteps from the ground below.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

It was Minseok.
You let out a shaky breath but you still couldn’t shout out to him, not when Luhan was so close by. The lights flickered off again. Then back on. You heard Luhan’s footsteps pause and began to retreat back down the stairs. You couldn’t exactly make out what was being said but you heard smashing and gunshots. Shouting and swearing and you were unable to stop the tears from streaming down your face. It felt as though it was the beginning of the end.

You stayed hidden in Junmyeon’s room for a good 20 minutes. War breaking loose beneath you. You didn’t know who was alive and who was dead, but you had to get out of this room it wasn’t a good enough place to hide. As the lights flickered off again you slowly made your way down the stairs as stealthily as you possibly could. Slipping back into Kyungsoo’s room you lowered yourself to the floor and nearly screamed as the lights flickered on. There was a dead body lying in front of you, he must’ve been one of Luhan’s men because he wasn’t one of yours. You felt like vomiting but tried you hardest to swallow the bile back down.

“Kyungsoo.” You whispered. “Are you still there?”

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing here? You need to go and hide!” He hissed “Hide out back where Yuna is, he won’t look for you there. Quickly. Go.”
You nodded as you got up to your feet again. You heard an agonising scream ring out across the house.

“Oh my gosh that was Minseok!” You panicked; your knees began to shake as you could only imagine the worst. You were paralysed in your spot for about 5 minutes as you were too scared to go and check what had happened. You could still hear gunshots popping off and swearing every now and then. Finally you plucked up the courage to walk over to the door, stopping to look left and right before you exited the room. You frowned in fear as you looked up at the walls, there was a trail of blood that had looked as though it had been deliberately painted making it’s way down the length of the corridor. You looked on the floor and stifled a scream as you began to vomit.

Minseok’s ring finger was there.

You couldn’t breathe properly, you were hyperventilating. Your knees felt as though they would give way but you tried to ignore the feeling. Bending down you picked up Minseok’s finger and stared at it in horror. What the fuck had Luhan and his men done to your husband? You were holding his severed finger in your hand what else would you find? His severed head? Trying to ignore how sick all of this was beginning to make you feel, you pushed Minseok’s finger down your bra to keep it safe and carried on walking down the corridor. Your eyes widened at the sound of crying and you began to follow it down the corridor ending up in the board room.
Your eyes widened and you began to sob erratically and uncontrollably.

“Minseok!” You cried running over to where he was sat. Blood was running from his severed hand and from a gash in his thigh. He looked up at you, his face contorted with pain and his eyes red.

“Y/N you need to get out.” He cupped your face with his uninjured hand. He struggled to speak through the unimaginable amount of pain that he was in. He dragged his hand down from your face and placed it over your stomach, rubbing your bump. “I don’t know if I’ll make it Y/N. But you need to get out, you and this baby…our beautiful baby. You both need to make it alive…for me Y/N. If you love me you’ll do this much for me, I’ll try and make it babe but I don’t know if I can. Get out now Y/N Please!” He leaned forward and kissed you, resulting in you crying harder when he pulled away. “Here take this and get out. There’s only one bullet left.” He handed you his gun. “I love you Y/N and I love our baby. You both mean the world to me never forget that.” You sobbed uncontrollably as you slowly began backing away from the board, staring at Minseok until you turned the corner.

Your main priority was to now get this baby and yourself to safety. You had to make sure you would stay alive. You told yourself that Minseok was not going to die and that was what was fuelling you with energy…it was the only thing keeping you going. You ran into the hallway and tried making it towards the door, when all of a sudden Luhan stepped out in front of you.

“Ah. Seems as though I found you.”

You slowly began to take steps away from him creating a bigger gap between the two of you.

“You can’t go anywhere now bitch. It’s too late; I have you exactly where I need you. I’ve been waiting for a whole fucking year to do this, you killed my father! And now you’re going to pay for what you did!” He smirked sadistically as he raised your gun so that it was level with your stomach.

“I don’t think so you bastard!”

You looked over Luhan’s shoulder and saw Chanyeol’s tall frame running up to him, elbowing him in the back of the neck, causing Luhan to jerk forward.

“Get out of here Y/N!” Chanyeol growled as he scuffled against Luhan whom was surprisingly strong given his small stature. You were shaken and stunned, trying to recollect yourself you swallowed hard as you looked at the struggle before you. You couldn’t just leave your best friend. Then you remembered Minseok’s gun. You aimed your gun up slowly trying to steady your shaking hands. You only had one shot and you had to get Luhan where it counted. You needed to shoot him dead. He watched as he saw you raise your gun and just as were about to pull the trigger he switched the lights off.

BANG!

The shot you had just fired rang throughout the house and made your ears buzz. You took a deep breath as you tried to steady yourself.

“Oopsie daisies sweetheart.” Luhan scoffed. “That wasn’t me.”

The lights flickered back on and you were staring at Chanyeol slumped in a pile on the floor.

“CHANYEOL!” You screamed.

You had one bullet left. One bullet, and you used it on your best friend. Your heart stopped and your knees felt weak you were about to drop to the ground, when you heard Chanyeol groan from his spot on the floor.

“I’m fine Y/N it’s just my leg. Get out of here…” He panted clutching his leg with arms and trying desperately hard to stop the blood flow. You nodded your head frantically and backed away further from the two men.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!” Luhan screeched, lunging forward at you he wacked the back of your head with his gun and immediately you began to experience an intense headache. “You end tonight. You and that blasted baby of yours.” He pointed his gun at your stomach again and you felt truly helpless. Your vision was turning into a blur as the tears were streaming helplessly down your face, your throat was sore and your voice was hoarse. All you could do was place your hands over your stomach in attempt to comfort your unborn baby.

“You won’t fucking touch her Luhan!” You heard another voice shout from behind you, the individual ran in front of you pushing you backwards.

Sehun.

“Why are you doing this Luhan!” He shouted and you could see veins popping up at the back of his neck. “Why are you doing it! This won’t bring your father back! Besides, he tried to kill her it was only self defence.”

Luhan scoffed frowning at Sehun.

“We used to be like brothers Sehun and now you’re defending this bitch!”

“Because she’s my family Luhan!” Sehun shouted and your breath hitched. Sehun called you his family and although this was the wrong place and time to focus on the specifics you couldn’t help but feel ridiculously happy that he now accepted you into his life. “She’s my family Lu, so is Minseok and so is this baby. And I can’t let you take my family away from me. I’ve lost one too many. I won’t let you take them.”

Luhan frowned deeper as a tear escaped his eye, he violently wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“We were family once too Sehun!”

“Yeah that was before you decided to throw it all away and turn your back on us Luhan!”
You had never seen Sehun quite so defensive. He positioned himself right in front of you so that Luhan couldn’t touch you. “She’s my family Luhan and I can’t let you take her or her baby…” He raised his gun up aiming it at Luhan.
Luhan’s eyes widened in shock.

“Oh Sehun…Don’t you even dare. Put it down…”

Sehun shook his head violently.

“No! not until you drop your weapon and leave this house. I’m willing to let you walk free if you do that.” Sehun kept his gun trained at Luhan. Luhan slowly raised his gun at Sehun.
“Just drop your weapon Luhan; I won’t shoot if you do. I just can’t let you hurt this baby. I won’t let you take my family!”

“I’m your fucking family Sehun!” Luhan screeched as the lights flickered off.

BANG!

.

“Shit!” You screamed, panicking because you couldn’t see anything.

“Fucking bastard…”You heard Sehun hiss quietly, you let out a breath, he was still alive.

You heard Chanyeol groan from where he was laying.

“Wait I…I think I’ve found the remote.” Chanyeol whispered as the lights flickered back on, you looked down ahead of you and saw Luhan’s lifeless body on the floor covered in his own blood.

Sehun had done it

Luhan was dead.

You started crying out of joy.

“Sehun you did it! Goodne—” You frowned when you processed that Sehun was no longer standing in front of you, but instead he was lying on the floor wheezing. A bullet wound just under his left breast bone. It had appeared the men had pulled the trigger at the same time.

“Oh God! Sehun?!” You knelt down, placing your hand on top of his wound to try and stop the bleeding. “Sehun! Please hold on.”
He coughed, blood spluttering out of his mouth.

“I…I can’t… I can’t hold on.” His breath was slowing as he struggled to speak.

“Of course you can! Come on Sehun. Stay with me. It’s okay, I’m not even stressing because nobody dies in this house. You all just come back at some point and so I’m not even stressing out, okay?” You were beginning to talk too much and too fast out of fright and nervousness. “Sehun I’m not going to stress okay, because I know you won’t die on me, Minseok or this baby. This cute little baby that’s going to be your niece or nephew. And every night they’ll boast to me about how cool their uncle Sehun is. Sehun please don’t die…” You were sobbing hysterically, cupping his face in your hands. Your salty tears were dropping on his lips and you could slowly see the life escaping his eyes. They were becoming dim and his breathing was slowing.

“Listen…I’m sorry Y/N… for ever being bad to you…It takes me a while to trust people but I realised…you’re not so bad after all. You’re my family now… and that baby…tell them Uncle Sehun loves them…and please tell Minseok he was the best gift I ever received…I’m so grateful for him…tell him I love –”

His breathing was getting slower.

And slower.

.

.

.

“Sehun!” You shook his body. “SEHUN!” You shook his body again but he didn’t respond he didn’t move. His eyes stared up into yours but you knew fully well that he couldn’t see you.

He was dead.

“Shit!” Chanyeol breathed from where he was laying, tears streaming down his eyes. “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SEHUN NO! NO DON’T YOU FUCKING DO THIS TO US SEHUN NOT NOW! WE’RE A FAMILY, YOU SAID WE’RE A FAMILY DON’T LEAVE US NOW SEHUN!”

“SEHUN NO! OH GOD NO PLEASE SEHUN NO! NO SEHUN YOU CAN’T DO THIS! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO MINSEOK, SEHUN NO!” You were banging your fists on his chest, but he was making no attempt to stop you. His lifeless eyes stared directly into yours, unseeing. His wheezing had stopped and his breathing had ceased.

Sehun was dead.


1 Week later.

You were all wearing black, standing in the all too familiar graveyard where you had already lost one of the boys. Some part of you was still hoping and praying that Sehun would jump out of the coffin and begin to laugh at you guys for being so soft.

But it didn’t happen.

Everyone was a complete mess, staring down at the hole in the ground where the coffin had been lowered.
But no one had compared to Minseok.
He was absolutely distraught, sobbing uncontrollably his face was red and his body was shaking violently. The occasional high pitched scream would escape him, causing Jongin to pull him into a hug and squeeze him tightly. Never in your life did you imagine that you would be affected by Sehun’s death but you  were. Majorly.
And you wanted him back so badly.

“WHY SEHUN!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! YOU DIDN’T EVEN GIVE ME A CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GROW OLD WITH ME SEHUN! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AN UNCLE TO MY CHILD! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME, WHY!?” He was on his knees now crying beside the younger males grave, choking on his own tears. Never in your life had you ever seen Minseok so broken. You were glad Minseok survived but you wished that you all had.

Kris and Tao began covering the coffin back with the dirt as Junmyeon began to speak.

“Oh Sehun…” Words were caught in his throat as he struggled to fight back his tears. “…you were so young and you didn’t deserve this. You were a great man, an absolutely great man. And although you may not have felt it, we all admired you. I can’t believe you’re gone Sehun…You’re really gone…Oh gosh.” He laughed through his tears as he looked down at the now covered grave. “At least you’re with your mum now, so please be happy. Please rest in perfect peace Oh Sehun. You deserve that much.”

“Rest in peace Oh Sehun.” You all cried in unison, fatigue and sorrow hit you like a truck as you looked down at the grave, which was beside Minseok’s mother’s.

“I LOVE YOU SEHUN! I ALWAYS HAVE AND I ALWAYS WILL DON’T YOU EVER FORGET THAT!” Minseok cried crawling towards the grave where the boy now rested. He placed a bouquet of Zinnia flowers on top of the dirt.

Zinnia’s represented remembrance of a missing friend.

Sehun was a friend.

Sehun was family.

You would always remember Oh Sehun.


The end



Guys this is “technically” not the end…So keep your notifications on. I want to conclude certain things. So I will still be posting another “Part” Tomorrow. So just stay tuned :)

bts reacts: you’re late to a concert

anon asked:  bts react where you promise to show up to a concert but your car breaks down on the way and the boys get worried when you don’t show up?

i gotchu fam i gotchu actually i apologise in advance for this it’s pretty poorly written i hate writers block

note: none of these gifs belong to me, all credit to their respectful owners! also, i try to keep these gender neutral so if i use a specific pronoun, just let me know and i can change it :)


yoongi:  wouldn’t show how worried he was on the outside, but on the inside, he’d be freaking the hell out. he’d keep a cool exterior, sneaking more and more ‘casual’ glances at his phone with every passing minute that went by where you weren’t there. when you arrived, slightly flustered, he’d run straight up to you, asking where you were in a way that isn’t demanding a such, just full of concern.

hoseok: "they’re not picking up.“ he’d put his phone down. “do you think everything’s okay?” he’d pace a little, before checking his phone again, mere seconds after putting it down.

“of course everything’s okay-and even if it wasn’t, i’m almost one hundred percent sure that ___ knows how to handle things.” namjoon would be there, trying to console him the best he could.

“what percent are you not sure?”

“about… two.” judging by the look on hoseok’s face, that number was way too high. “but- but i’m sure everything’s fine, they’ve probably just run out of petrol on the way here, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

namjoon: I don’t think he would immediately jump to conclusions and assume the worst. I think he’d be the calmest, both inside and outside. he’d know that if you were late, you’d have a perfectly good reason to be and that you were more than capable of handling minor problems- but that didn’t stop him from being that tiny bit anxious that something had happened that was beyond your own control.

“you know what, everything’s fine. ___ will be fine, i’ve got nothing to worry about. ”

seokjin“where- wait, what are you saying? it’s a really bad line!”

“my. car.  broke. down.” you’d say it slowly, hoping that even with the terrible reception, he would be able to at least attempt to decipher and figure out what you’d said.

“your car crashed?” 

“no, no, no.” the words came out rushed, to stop him from talking or from assuming the situation was way worse than it actually was. “broke down, broke down- i’ll just be there in a minute, hold on, okay?”

jungkook: “but what if something happened?”

“nothing will have happened, ___ probably just decided to take a nap and left it too long- come on, you know what they’re like!”

“maybe… but what if?” he wouldn’t be settled until you actually showed up, after which he would just try and guess the reason behind why you were late- and probably have some fun with it in teasing you over some habits that could have caused your lack of punctuality.

“so… did you fall asleep?”

jimin: “but what if they forgot?”

“___ wouldn’t forget. and they didn’t forget, they-”

“how do you know?” he’d be a little frustrated, not at you though- just irritable, maybe even anxious? like, fiddling with his fingers, and squirming around in his seat and constantly sneaking glances at all the doors. it was true, he knew he was being a little unreasonable, and that forgetting was the last thing you would do- and yet he still sat there.

“i know because while you were sat here worrying, ___ called me and told me that they’d be here any minute, the car had just broken down and it took a while to get someone to fix it- now will you please stop looking so nervous?”

taehyung: "what happened?“ when you’d finally arrived, he’d pull you into a rushed hug, and as he pulled away, he’d realise how hard you were breathing.

"oh, i- uh, forgot to top up the petrol in the car, and i had to find somewhere to park it and then-”

___, did you really run all the way here because you’d forgotten to top up the car?” he’d look at you in disbelief briefly, before breaking into a smile and laughing. “oh my god, you’re incredible, that’s amazing!” he wouldn’t let you forget it for a quite a while, and would probably tease you about it for a bit- just because it’s him.


once again, i apologise for how bad this is please forgive me when it got to the maknae line for some reason my mind went blank

here’s my masterlist, just in case you liked this, and moodboard requests are open cause i just really like making those and it makes me feel like i’m doing something productive when i have writers block :)) also ships are open, if you want one!

last post: boyfriend!jungkook moodboard

last react: you’re really smart

thanks for reading!

- tash 💕

Ex-Aid cast press tour Q&A

What were you like in elementary school?

K: I enjoyed studying so I was the kind of kid that was always reading, I was totally not the kind of kid who was always running outside
E: that’s a lie!
D: Me, on the other hand, I ran around without a shirt on while doing chores every day
T: Why shirtless?
D: No idea

What role would you like to play?

Iijima → Kiriya “Isn’t it quite good? it seems like I wouldn’t have to think much”
Setou → Taiga “That couple white hairs make me interested, also the necklace”
Matsumoto → Kuroto “I think I could relieve some stress”
Onozuka → Hiiro
K: Hiiro is really cool, his name also sounds like ‘hero’ and that’s kind of unfair
(Seto looks happy)
K: Ah, I don’t wanna be Toshiki Seto after all
H: W-wait!!!!

What gashat do you like?

P: I like the Kuuga gashat! Did he have one? Because I want to become Kuuga! Becoming Kuuga has been my dream since childhood.
T: Bouzu of Terror had a gashat right? I like Onari (KR Ghost) so that was good but… Dokimeki Crisis. I like Bang Bang Shooting but, I also like the Level 1 Snipe. It’s cute. I think the level one gashats have a lot of charms too.
E: I like Ju Ju Burger! I felt like a showa star with those roller-skates, wasn’t that good? I like that.
H: I like that one… what was it? 'Dual gashat β’? That Taddle Fantasy one! The song… it’s magnificent!
E: Sing it!
(Seto then started singing the henshin song)
D: My dad’s Chronicle gashat! I want to do the pose
K: For me it’s Doctor Mighty XX~ it also has a song, so please listen to it. You can preorder it today.
N: I also have a gashat with my voice on it… but I like Bang Bang Shooting (while looking at Ukyo) it’s embarrassing
K: eh? what was that?!​

Note: This is the “Bouzu of Terror” gashat for people who (like me) forgot about it’s existence vs Onari from Ghost

Kid: why do you have white hair?

T: please watch the Bluray box to find out
K: why are you advertising that! he actually had more grey hair but he dyed it like that in order to look cooler right?
T: it’s more stylish this way

What kind of Kamen Rider do you want to become?

P: Odagiri Joe (Kuuga)
K: huh, if that’s a thing then I choose Fukushi Shota (Gentarou/Fourze)
T: then I choose Suda Masaki! (Philip/W) he’s my senpai from the same company
D: I wanna be Poppy Pipopapo!
T: Then why don’t you try? you can do it Tecchan!
*Iwanaga Tetsuya/Dan Kuroto imitates Poppy*
K: ah, it’s just the usual Tecchan
T: it’s Tecchan

With which Kamen Rider would you like to co-star with?

E: Ryuki! Because my name is Hiroki (寛騎) and Ryuki also has “ki”(騎)
H: For me, Knight from Ryuki! Because Brave is also a knight.
P: Kuuga, because he is so cool, his henshin pose and so! Kuuga is the coolest of them all!
K: I met Mach not long ago so I want to race him at the circuit.
T: For me it’s W!
N: Kabuto and Den-O
D: Kabuto and Zyuranger
(Ruka likes Pretty Cure so she didn’t answer this one)

Kid: how can I become strong like a Kamen Rider?

E: Hm… eat well…
K: For now… go to an audition…
E: That’s too realistic
K: Do good things, if you do a lot of good things that you can be praised for you’ll be able to become Kamen Rider. It doesn’t have anything to do with height!

K = Kiriya (Onozuka Hayato)
E = Emu (Iijima Hiroki)
D = Dan Kuroto (Iwanaga Tetsuya)
T = Taiga (Matsumoto Ukyo)
H = Hiiro (Toshiki Seto)
P = Parad (Kai Shouma)
N = Nico (Kurosaki Reina)

Original tweets cr ; jackysaki@twitter 

Translated by me, originally posted on twitter (@kulo_ren)

anonymous asked:

Hey! Do u know any fics with jock!Stiles in it. Thanks and love you page :))

roses are #ffoooo by nashirah

“Roses are red,

Violets aren’t blue, they’re fucking purple,

This place is neat,

Let me buy you a Slurpee.”

Stiles finishes and looks pointedly at Derek. “They don’t make avocado Slurpees.”

“I’m filing for fake divorce,” Derek decides.

Bid on Me by Stereksale7

“Don’t celebrate yet. I’m only bidding on him if no one else does. Which will never happen because everyone wants him.” Derek said, smirk turning triumphant at Erica’s exasperated expression.

“Oh come on Der-” Erica started to whine, but quickly cut herself off when the auctioneer (Derek was pretty sure he was the frat’s president) called out “And one of our last auctions of the day, Stiles Stilinski!”

Derek’s heart dropped to his stomach in anticipation, waiting for the moment where some hot busty blonde or some Calvin Klein model guy bid on Stiles and won.

Except. It never happened.

“Shit Der, are you magic or something? Does everything you predict turn out to be wrong? Quick, say ‘Erica will not suddenly be handed a million dollars’ out loud for me”. Derek rolled his eyes and waved Erica off, watching as the auctioneer listed off qualities of Stiles, dropping the starting bid from $50 to $30 to $25, all the way down to $5.

Derek was drowning in secondhand embarrassment. And judging by Stiles’s badly concealed hurt expression and pink cheeks, he was suffering from a whole lot of first hand embarrassment.

It’s Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles

“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.

“We should?”

“Yeah!”

“But… Do you even care about photography?”

“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”

Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk

“Okay, how ‘bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

A Guide to Wooing Unsuspecting Jocks Accidentally by failwolfhale

Derek knew that he was good at approximately four things - six if you counted his strength and talent at lurking as being good at something. And he was okay with that. He was just glad to be good at ONE thing.

Chance Encounters by stilinski_wolf

Derek is studying on the grass on his college campus when he gets hit with a football out of nowhere, and the jock who comes to retrieve the ball and apologize to Derek takes his breath away.

It really sucks that he’ll most likely never see him again.

The Athlete & The Criminal by damnfancyscotch

“What’re you doing here, Stilinski? Did you only score half the winning points at the last lacrosse game instead of all of them?”

Stiles snorts and says, “I thought you were locked up, Hale.”

Derek huffs a laugh and drawls, “Not quite yet.”

or

A Breakfast Club AU

Won’t You Be My Solid Ground? by scarlettletterr

  Your typical High School AU. There’s a jock, there’s a nerd, there’s a bet, and there’s feelings.

(Nerd) Derek Hale is not a chicken, and when Erica bets that he’d never have the courage to date (Jock) Stiles Stilinski for more than two weeks, Derek accepts the challenge, because he’s stupidly attracted to Stiles, and also maybe crushing on him a tiny bit too much. And maybe Stiles has been crushing on Derek for years. And maybe somewhere along the line they fall in love. And then ruin it.

seems to me it’s chemistry by HalfFizzbin

Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that’s ever happened to him.

Mr.Vampire *Tom Holland*

Masterlist

Word count: 352

Warning: swearing, sexual innuendo

A/N: My first Tom Holland imagine.

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When you are on set of Spiderman, you and Zendaya always share your trailers. Only because when you are with her you can’t stop talking so you both decided to share.

Today you just finished filming so you both walked to your trailer while talking about the movie and remembering the funny things that happened. Once you are inside, you change out of your character’s clothes and right when you took off your shirt, she stopped talking immediately.

“Oh my god, what happened to you” She laughed and you knew exactly what she was talking about. “That’s the biggest hickey I have ever seen.”

“Oh shut up.” You said as you put back you own shirt.

“Who did this?” She asked but you didn’t answer. “That’s means that I know him, come on, spill the beans.”

“Tom” You said quietly.

“TOM?! As in Tom fucking Holland?!” She screamed.

“ Do you know any other Tom?”

“Was is a one time thing or you guys are actually dating?” She asked as she finished changing.

“It’s been three months.” “And you didn’t tell us?! You guys are sneaky little shits!” She laughed. “Can I ask why though?”

“We just didn’t feel like telling anyone. Is was actually quite nice you know.”

“Yeah I understand.”

We grabbed our bags and got out of the trailer at the same time Tom got out of his.

“Hey guys” He said to us as he got closer.

“Hey Mr.Vampire.” Zendaya laughed before she got in her car and drove away.

“Why did she call me that?”

“I don’t know, maybe because yesterday you decided to leave ‘the biggest hickey she has ever seen’ on my left boob.”

“Shit I forgot about that.” He laughed. “I guess our relationship won’t be secret anymore.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Then I’m glad I can do that in public then.” He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kiss me. I pulled away and put my hand on his cheeks. “I’m glad too.” With that, I kissed him again and I think I heard Harrison and Jacob saying “Finally”.

Clair de Lune + Sam Holland

Summary: You find yourself wishing to rekindled your love for piano, a childhood hobby you once loved but couldn’t find the time for in your early teenage years. So your mother sets you up lessons with her best friend’s son, who just so happens to be quite the musician(and quite the young man).

Warnings: FLUFF.

Words: 1,665

A/N: I HAD ALREADY WRITTEN THIS WHOLE THING, AND THEN TUMBLR DID SOMETHING WEIRD AND NOW I’M RE-WRITING IT AND I HATE MYSELF. BUT I’M REALLY GLAD IT HAPPENED ACTUALLY BECAUSE I LIKE HOW THIS DRAFT TURNED OUT BETTER. I love my Sammy boy, so there will definitely be more parts to this imagine. @tomhollandhollaatme, this one’s for you.


The blistery air of London’s winter hit your cheeks as you made your way to the Holland household. You hadn’t been to their home in quite some time, eight years to be exact, but the way there was almost ingrained in your head from the many trips as a young girl. The many times you’d skipped along this sidewalk with your brother and mum, on your way to the many play dates you had with the Holland boys, laughter filling your soul as your ran towards your best friends. But that was so long ago, and you had grown up, made new friends and found a life without the Holland boys. 

You still cared about them, and still stayed in contact. Liking each others Instagrams, and texting a ‘Happy Birthday’ or ‘Merry Christmas’, was a regular set of communication that the four of you kept. You had gone and seen Tom in Spider-Man, both in Civil War and the newest film, sending him congratulations with a smiley face. You had watched the twins grow from those annoying boys to handsome young men, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see them today. Specifically Sam, who was actually the one giving you these lessons.

As you walked up to the door, you felt a sense of familiarity as your reached out and rang the door bell three times. The chilly air nipped at your exposed hands as your rubbed them together, trying to create the friction you needed for warmth to course through them. Your teeth chattered as you waited for the door to open, patiently, and when it did you smiled widely at the red headed woman on the other side of it.

“Hey, Nikki. How are you?” You say as she ushered you through the threshold, closing the door and taking your coat and scarf before hugging you tightly. “I’m doing swell, thank you. God, you’re practically frozen. Come on, the boys are in here.” 

The two of you walked through the foyer and into the living area, chatting about the girls weekend that your mom, her, and you had just had two weekends back. Of course, you had seen Nikki and Dom at least twice a month, they were your parent’s best friends. The four of them did almost everything together when the Holland’s were in town, and sometimes you had the pleasure of spending a night full of stories and laughter with the pair of couples.

“Yeah, we’ll definitely have to do it again.” You said as Tessa ran up to you happily, jumping on her hind legs as she stretched to lick you. You laughed at the beauty, cooing at her lightly as you pet her, “Hello, darling, you can come too. Yes you can!” Nikki laughed as you invited Tessa to the next girls day, as she looked up at the boys that were seated on the couches.

“Boys! Look who’s here!” Their heads perked up as you stood from rubbing Tessa’s belly, looking at the boys who had grown oh-so-much. Paddy ran towards you with a huge smile plaster on his face as he exclaimed your name joyously. Tom’s smile was just as bright and confident, as he jumped up to give you a hug which you returned happily. Harry did the same, moving around Tom as you wrapped an arm around his waist in a side hug. Sam was the last one to approach you with an almost overly happy smile. His arms came to wrap around your waist, dipping his head in the crook of your neck, his hold pulling you slightly off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing against him in the tightest hug you could muster. 

As you pulled away, questions were shot your way from every direction, a blush coming to your cheeks as Tom boasted about how beautiful you had become since he had last seen you in a club about a year and a half ago. You chuckled as you swatted at the compliment, “It was dark, and you were drunk. How could you tell?” The boys laughed at their brother, Paddy going back to his video game console as he lost interest in the conversation. 

As your answered and asked question, the question of your relationship status was soon the topic of the conversation. The boys staring at you closely after Sam’s questioning eyes found yours. 

“I-I uh-,” You let out a soft chuckle as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “I’m not in a relationship at the moment, and haven’t been since Tom called me hot in that club a year and a half ago.” Tom’s face went red and his eyes filled with an apologetic look in them which you just laughed at, “He was a dick anyways, toxic almost.” You confessed. Sam took this as his chance to suggest getting to the lesson, feeling guilty for even bringing up the subject, but feeling confident after receiving the newfound information. 

Sam had started feeling things for you when the two of you were ten, at the time he wasn’t sure what he was feeling but he knew it was something. And that something had to do with the way your laugh sounds like the most joyous thing he had ever heard, or how your smile was as warm as honey, or how your (y/h/c) always glowed in the sunshine. The feelings only progressed as the two of you grew older, even with those eight years you had spent apart. And now, the beautiful girl that he had only seen pictures of through Instagram was walking beside him to the family music room. It was where he did all his lessons, but it would soon become a scared place for the two of you.

“So what all do you remember from when you were younger?” He asked you, after he lightly led you into the room by placing a gentle hand on the small of your back. Your cheeks ran warm, a pink flush rushing over them. You tried to recall what you could remember, but the hand on your back sent your brain reeling. What was this feeling? And was Sam Holland making you feel this way?

“U-Uh, my scales and maybe a few nursery rhymes?” You asked as more of a question. His arm gestured towards the piano bench where you sat and rest your fingers lightly on the keys, almost as if it had been imprinted in your brain.

“Good, I want you to play them for me. But be sure to keep your back straight, love.” The endearing term and the gentle but firm hand on your shoulders and back made your mind buzz, you only nodded before beginning to go through the scales. Sam would call out a note and you’d play the scale effortlessly. 

“Well done, darling. Now, I’m going to see how well you can read a piece. Here is a nursery rhyme, play it to the best of your ability.” You nodded nervously while mumbling an “okay” as he placed the sheet in the stand that was built into the piano. You lightly started playing it, reading it with few mistakes making your heart swell with pride. You smiled up at Sam when you finished, him returning the smile before telling you the places where you messed up and how you can improve. 

“Let’s try something a little harder.” He said quietly after you quickly mastered that piece, he made his way over to a book shelf of folders, flipping through them quickly, “Here, let’s try this.” 

When he sat the piece down in front of you and you quietly hummed the first couple of notes, and you recognized the tone. “Clair de Lune?”, you questioned nervously.

He peered at you as he leaned over your shoulder, nodding as he smiled at you, “With practice, you’ll get it. We’ll work on it, and other things, during each lesson. These first couple of measures aren’t hard at all.” His arms wrapping around your shoulders, his hands taking yours in his own and moving them to play the beginning measures lightly. You turned your head to look at him, looking at his side features, the freckles on his cheeks dancing as he smirked to himself. 

“Play it for me.” You said in a whisper, to which he turned his head towards yours, lips almost touching. He looked down at them slowly before looking back up at your eyes. You swear your heart stopped, “Of course, love.”

You got up from the bench, watching him as he took your place. You sat down in a chair was a few feet away, one that gave you a perfect side few of his body. The way he held himself as he sat there was beautiful, confident and strong. But what made your breath hitch was when he started to play the piece, his eyes closed while his hands moved delicately along the keys. His body gliding with the notes that floated through the air as they cascaded down the keys.

Then you realized. So suddenly, with the notes rushing together in a magical melody, you realized that the reason you loved piano was because of him. He made it look like a dance, like the black keys were the male leading a waltz with the white keys. You stood up abruptly and made your way over to the edge of the piano, just as he began the last few measures, almost hypnotized by the music. 

His hands lifted delicately off the piano, the last note ringing through the air softly. His hands landed lightly in his lap, looking like the image of peace, completely consumed in the music. His eyes looked up to meet yours and he smiled at you lightly.

“When I play…I think of you…” He claimed lightly, a shy but warm smile on his face. 

“That was beautiful, Sam.” You gasped.

Exactly.”

AruAni Week - Day 3 - Admiration 

“Is it true? Did you used to have feelings for Captain Arlert?” Hanji asked, her voice stern but coy.

Annie’s gaze shifted to the patch-eyed Commander,”Why are you asking that question?”

“Because you’ve been in a crystal for four years, my dear.” Hanji replied, a small smile playing at her lips, “Do you know how many guard changes occurred on you during that time? 5,840.”

“That’s quite a rotation of people…” Annie remarked, dryly.

“Well, I couldn’t have tired soldiers on duty if you woke up. Four rotations a day, four years, twenty four hours a day, and seven days a week. However, I find it very curious that out of all the rotations that is was the one where Captain Arlert served that you finally decided to come out. So what was it, Annie? Did you hear his voice and your frozen heart began to beat again? That’s quite impressive if you ask me, I mean, his voice has changed a little since you sealed yourself away…”

“What does that have to do with anything?” 

“I wonder what it was like for you? It must truly be love. I mean I’ve been around him while he was maturing and I’m still shocked with his voice.”

“Really? You’re making a fool out of yourself.”

“His voice has always remained gentle though, almost melodic. I suppose that’s what is what gave him away and made you feel free to come out. Or was it something more primal?”

“Your head games don’t work on me, Commander.” 

Picking up on the slight change of pitch in Annie’s voice, Hanji placed her chin in her hands, smiling with a cool gaze, “Not so much the skinny boy you threw around in training, but he did fool you quite well. You know, I didn’t believe him when he said he could get you to the mark point, though we did anticipate your little display. Did he know how you felt? He has grown, don’t you think? Quite a fine specimen of a man. So what was it, Annie? His boyish charm? His brilliant intellect? His alluring voice? Or maybe it was the idea of breaking the bedpost with that little brainiac? I’m sure he could throw you around like a rag-doll now”

It was in that moment that Annie’s composure broke. While she was confident she was maintaining her normal blank expression, Hanji saw something different. Annie’s cold blue eyes had went wide and her pale face flushed bright red. Satisfied with the reaction and information she gathered, Hanji let out a brief chuckle.

“I see.” she remarked. Once Annie realized what had happened, her hand dropped from holding her head and she stared blankly at the table. Hanji stood and walked over to her, patting her hard on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, Annie. I’m done interrogating you. I’ll go get Armin now. You’ll clearly be more willing to speak to him than to anyone else.” 

anonymous asked:

It's funny that you're posting about quitting your day job. I just did the same because it's sucking the life out of me. I'm sure that we'll do well!! xx

CROSSING MY FINGERS FOR YOU, TOO, ANON!

fallenchild-player  asked:

How did you get so good at drawing? And what inspired you to draw? I was just curious because I seem to be only capable of "Observational Drawing" but I'd love to make UT comics like you.

SO!! I really doubt im the best person to talk to about this, but here goes nothing?

Anime was my thing for the longest time, and it was what got me into drawing. (more specifically inuyasha) I started drawing seriously quite recently, and I’ve been slowly trying to move away from manga haha. 

whats funny here is that im actually working on observational drawing? 

My improvement mainly came from getting feedback and consistently working with what I’m bad at, and taking complex concepts apart. You’ve probably heard this everywhere else already, but almost everything can be broken down into basic shapes. So I would work out how these basic shapes are arranged, and how far i can push the boundaries of this arrangement before you can’t identify what it is anymore. Etc. 

For comics in particular, you really gotta just start. If you’ve seen the earliest pages of blind!frisk, it was HORRIBLE. there were no panels no backgrounds, just ideas put together on a page. There was no actual flow, and all it was was me drawing down ideas. And that gradually grew to what I am drawing now. 

So if you want to try drawing comics, go for it! Get a general idea together (probably best to make an outline n such) and just start! I would recommend using a story you have a clear idea for, because otherwise you’ll get stuck with transitions. like me.

Hopefully this helps some? I think i got off topic there sorry orz

i’ve updated Sam’s bio but i think i forgot to add something quite important about him coming back from his “definitive” death. for now, i only have two outcomes for post season 8!messiah:

1. he’s brought back without his consent and it makes him bitter and really, really pissed at God & everyone because he’s done. he did everything he was supposed to do. he’s died like he was supposed to die. he’s got nothing else on earth, no purpose whatsoever and more than that, his soul is broken into pieces and it’s falling apart slowly. it’s a really fragile and twisted thing because of everything it has been through– not just the trials and the demon blood and his grace-like part fading, but all those centuries spent on Hell with Lucifer and Michael. he’ll be way less soft and more inclined to act like soulless!sam if you push him to the edge– because he’s lost, he’s in pain and he can’t understand why people won’t just let him die. the holy wounds don’t come back, but the scars never fade either and his connection to Heaven and the angels has been severely damaged– which makes him more bitter and hurt about being ressurected like this.

2. he had a really long, nice and friendly chat with Chuck and he decides to accept God’s offer to come back and help people again. he has a new body that’s exactly like the one still buried in that church in Nowhere, Kansas and a lot more grace within him to fill the gaps and cracks in his human soul that the Cage and the trials left behind. he doesn’t go back to the bunker at first. he just spends his days hunting on his own and performing some minor “miracles” here and there because he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself; he just wants to help people on his own way. sometimes he still pops around the bunker for a few seconds to check on Dean and Cas to make sure they’re doing fine– and then he’s gone again before they can notice his presence. his connection to Heaven and the angels is stronger than ever but he doesn’t push it. he just spends his time listening to them, like he’s used to do when he was a kid.

i’ll probably think about some more stuff later, but for now that’s all i have.

remember that Buzzfeed article released earlier last week that ripped into Taylor Swift for making her career off of playing the victim? at the bottom of the article it now says 

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A David-Ruffling-His-Hair collection (Part One)

[ link to Part Two ]
[ link to Tenth Doctor Before/After Ruffles post ]

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花樣年華: THE NOTES [3/x]

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27 August YEAR 21.75

When the surgeons walked towards us with ashen faces and anguished voices, the first three things that came to my mind frightened me. One, did Death come to claim Jungkook? Two, who called for Death to come, and three, what was going to happen to us? 

I never got an answer for the last question, because it came so naturally that we accepted it as part of our grief. And I did something that the Kim Namjoon in the past wouldn’t have. I skipped the funeral, packed my bags and just… left. I could not bring myself to witness what Jungkook’s death did to all our friends, how he took the best in each of us along with him to his grave. And I couldn’t bear to see, how the mistake of my negligence, robbed the world of its sun. 

The day before Jungkook died, I bumped into Seokjin-hyung, although he wasn’t quite like himself. He wore an immaculate blouse beneath an expensive suit and the way his feet struck the earth with finality suggested age. He looked at me in the eye and knocked the breath from my lungs. He didn’t speak to me at all, but turned to disappear down the street. If I had known that he was going to… I would have stopped him. But I didn’t and I hate myself for that.

I miss them all, terribly so. Especially Taehyung. He is the most persistant. He would send me messages, call me, and write to me on every possible surface Seoul could offer. I’m truly sorry that I will never have the courage to ask for forgiveness and that I will never have the capacity to give him the love that he truly deserves. How could I, when I lost the ability to love him the moment I let Seokjin-hyung walk away?

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“I’m gonna make that cold face of yours heat up.”

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 Tom Hollander: “Here I was sitting by the seaside with Hugh Laurie, who is one of the most entertaining people you will ever meet in your life, and Olivia Coleman, Tom Hiddleston, Elizabeth Debicki… It was paradise. Until we went swimming ! And, I -cause I’m a gentleman- lent Elizabeth Debicki my goggles, which I’d brought to Majorca because I knew about the jellyfish problem. But she didn’t have any so: ‘You must have mine Elizabeth’, so she wore them and I swam into all the jellyfish… And I don’t know if you’ve ever been stung by a jellyfish but it’s really, really painful… Guess who peed on me ? Tom Hiddleston. He saw this, he is heroic and you know, sort of ‘Bond’ like… Out of the corner of my eye, someone sharp strokes cutting through the water, Hiddleston had seen I was in trouble, he came out to me. I was standing on a rock immerged just in a few feet of water and he went: ‘It’s alright, stand back, I know what to do.’ He went ‘Where is it?’ ‘Here, it’s all here !- and ah it’s all really warm now…’

Tom had done what he needed to do, which was to pull his dick out, and to piss all over me. And I’m sorry to say, it doesn’t actually work.

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