In which Lance is jealous - no matter how much he tries to convince himself otherwise, and Kuro effectively shuts him up. By licking him. (and claiming him as his by the way ♥)
So… this one came out a bit different than I had originally planned. xD But I still like it though. The story is kind of a sequel to “He Wears Death Like Prada” written by the wonderful @bymidnightflame . Originally, that fic was supposed to be the story for my new Kuro comic. But somehow I ended up with this instead…? I don’t really know what happened.
Anyway, here are some headcanons for Kuro’s newest adventure :)
Back on earth Lance as well as his siblings established the “licking-rule”, which means that if you lick something like a chocolate bar, it’s yours.
Kuro used that rule on Keith right after he woke up from his last run-in with the Red Paladin in his private quarters. He did it to tease Shiro and well… because he wanted to lick Keith. (based on @bymidnightflame ‘s fic)
Lance gets pretty upset and jealous about this - he tries to tell himself it’s because everybody wants Keith, but in reality it’s only because one special person acts like he wants to get into Keith’s pants.
Hunk had his suspicions concerning Kuro’s behaviour towards Keith. There was something off in his opinion and bearing witness to whatever brain short circuit caused Kuro to lick Lance’s lips, only fueled those suspicions.
Shortly after the licking-incident Hunk joined the secret Luro-fanclub (which at that point consisted of Shiro, Keith and Coran)… He may have shedded one or two tears of joy over the fact that they had already given Kuro and Lance a ship name.
y’all thought that Trini is the one with a helpless ‘forgets how to speak’ crush on Kimberly but it’s actually the opposite I mean look at the deleted scenes Kim’s brain literally short-circuited when Trini ripped the locker door off and her bi ass had no idea how to communicate while Trini has been nothing but cool & chill during all their interactions
Kimberly is helplessly crushing on our suave badass yellow gay bean and I’ll fiGHT YOU ON THIS
Harry read the article again. He didn’t know why he put himself
through it. Rita Skeeter’s outlandish claims never failed to make him angry.
And he’d already forced The Daily Prophet to run a redaction days ago.
No, he did know, actually. It was the accompanying image. The
one with Draco Malfoy staring right into the camera, unblinking, a challenge in
his eyes. It was familiar but at the same time nothing Harry had ever seen
before (except during his many rereads of this particular paper). Malfoy had
aged. Matured obviously since he was now a Ministry official. There was just
something about his face. The same but different. Harry was drawn to it.
Harry looked up to find that same face at his doorway, focusing a
steely gaze on Harry. He was so shocked he forgot he was holding a cup of tea.
It dropped to his desk with an embarrassing clatter, spilling its contents, all
over Malfoy’s inked face.
The Malfoy at Harry’s office door – the real one – didn’t move.
His eyes flickered down to Harry’s desk, watching the spill unfold passively.
Harry jumped to his feet and quickly bundled up the wet paper,
throwing it face down into a waste basket at his feet. He wasn’t sure if he’d
been fast enough.
He looked back up to Malfoy, searching for any sign he might
have seen. Nothing. But that hardly meant much. Harry suspected Malfoy’s
emotions didn’t play so obviously on his face anymore. He nodded in what he
hoped was a professional courteous manner. "Dralfoy.”
Harry froze, the awful blunder hitting his ears just as it came
out of his mouth. He could feel himself blushing, his palms getting clammy, his
knees weak. Was simply Malfoy’s presence enough to make him come undone these
And just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, Harry, not
quite sure how much longer he’d be able to stand for, slumped back into his seat -
or at least attempted to – but misjudged the position and ended up plummeting
to the floor instead.
The only saving grace – if there was any positive to the
situation at all – was that at least on the floor, behind his desk, he was
hidden from sight. He wondered if he crawled under his desk and stayed there,
if Malfoy would get the idea and leave. Harry was seriously considering the option
when Malfoy came into view again, stepping around the desk to loom over Harry.
He offered a hand. Harry gladly took it, forgetting for a moment
the current predicament of said hands. And sure enough, after Malfoy helped
Harry to his feet, he quickly let go and wiped his hand on his trousers.
Harry wanted to close his eyes and crawl up into a ball in the
corner of the room. He never wanted to look Malfoy in the eye again. In less
than a minute, he had made himself look like a complete fool. And all it took
was for Malfoy to walk in the bloody room.
Malfoy cleared his throat. “I just came by to say hello. I
thought it was polite given we work in the same building now. Which, of course,
you already know.” His eyes darted to the waste basket. Shit.
“I had The Daily Prophet write a redaction,” Harry blurted out, as if
that would help. Although at least he managed to get the words right this time.
“That was you? I should have guessed. You never miss an
opportunity to save my skin.” Malfoy’s lips quirked upward for the smallest
moment before his composure returned. “Well, it was nice seeing how the other
side lives. I suppose I must get back to it.”
“Right,” Harry managed to nod. “I’ll get the door for you.”
They both stared at the open door.
Having already committed to the pointless task, Harry hurried
forward and tripped over his own feet, falling right into Malfoy’s waiting –
his reflexes were still as fast as they were in Quidditch – arms. Could Harry be more embarrassing?
Malfoy righted Harry but kept a firm grip on him – perhaps he
thought Harry might slump to the floor otherwise, which was probably an
accurate assumption at this stage.
There was amusement in
Malfoy’s face now, a lightness in his eyes. “Are you always this clumsy,
Potter, or am I special?”
“You’re special,” Harry answered quickly as he didn’t want
Malfoy to think this was how all his mornings went. Although, after he realised
what he’d said, he quickly tried to take it back: “No, I mean, wait, I mean,
that’s not what I -“
Malfoy took a step back, dropping his arms. “No need to be so
flustered, Potter,” he interrupted. “I keep all the newspapers with your face
on them too.”
Harry’s brain short-circuited. He must have stood there blinking
at Malfoy for a solid five seconds before he was able to ask: “All of them?”
“Thirty-four and counting.” Malfoy winked. “You know, Potter, if
you were to take me out to dinner, I’m sure the outing might be scandalous
enough to make the front page. We could add to both our collections.”
“If I – you – dinner?” Harry repeated, a little discombobulated.
“Why, Potter,” Malfoy said, a cheeky smile appearing on his
face, “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.”
Harry blinked – it was the only action he was capable of.
Malfoy laughed lightly when Harry didn’t reply. He made to exit,
but paused briefly to call out over his shoulder: “I finish at six.”
Only when Malfoy was out of view did Harry let his knees give in.
The title in general means “Luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for”. When this term is appended with love it brings many other elements such as destiny and happiness. The things that the lyrics of the song described well
I will invite you to read this analysis where all the main elements about it are explained HERE
DNA is the carrier of genetic information. But how is attached to “LOVE”? There is something called The Neurobiology of Love. Doctor Larry Young, for instance, believes there is a biological basis for love. He says “So many people ask is there a chemical or genetic basis to human love, and I certainly believe there is. I’m very confident that emotions such as love are really the byproduct of chemical reactions that happen in our brain where certain neurotransmitter molecules activating receptors in certain brain circuits that activate an emotional feeling. One of those emotional feelings that we know to be very human is love. Love happens between partners, but also between parents and their offspring, offspring and their parents and I think that there’s surely a biological mechanism to that.” Thus love and DNA are very related.
DNA aside from meaning DeoxyriboNucleic Acid can be the abbreviation to many: Does Not Apply, Do Not Accept, Do Not Answer, Do Not Adjust, Daytime Nighttime Anytime, Don’t Need Advice … So be it if BTS will use it as it is and develop a poetic meaning to it or use an abbreviation, only time will tell us.
Best Of Me
This is a song where BTS collab with the Chainsmokers. The title is quite self-explanatory as some loved ones can bring the best out of us.
보조개 = Dimple
Dimple is the most beautiful human flaw. They are rare and can bring a charm to their owner. So just like beautiful eyes or a warm smile, dimples can be the reason you start finding someone attractive and eventually fall for them.
The Pied Piper of Hamelin or the Rat-Catcher of Hamelin) is the title character of a legend from the town of Hamelin (Hameln), Lower Saxony, Germany in 1934. The legend dates back to the Middle Ages, the earliest references describing a piper, dressed in multicolored clothing, who was a rat-catcher hired by the town to lure rats away with his magic pipe. When the citizens refuse to pay for this service, he retaliates by using his instrument’s magical power on their children, leading them away as he had the rats.
There are many contradictory theories about the Pied Piper. Some suggest he was a symbol of hope to the people of Hamelin, which had been attacked by plague; he drove the rats from Hamelin, saving the people from the epidemic. Others suggest that children died of some natural causes such as disease or starvation and that the Piper was a symbolic figure of Death.
But what is the relationship between a Pied Piper and a theme such as “LOVE”. This man was a loving character who was willing to help the city and its owner but his feeling turned into hate when the society he was in was ungrateful towards his work.
Pied Piper serves many metaphors according to Merriam-Webster, and truthfully they all describe BTS:
a charismatic person who attracts followers
a musician who attracts mass
It’s pretty known that Bangtan do not follow the kpop trends but are ahead of them. Thus, the song may probably talk about how BTS are now trend setters. They may also talk about how they became global during this year. There are many theories that can go with this song.
Skit: Billboard Music Awards speech
Get ready to cry loads or laugh out loud, it’s either one of the two extremities with BTS skits. They may introduce how they ended up deciding to drop a clue about their comeback in such a big award ceremony. Rapmon clearly said during the speech “LOVE YOURSELF”.
Mic Drop may be just a catchy phare many uses but it has more history than you think. A mic drop is a gesture of intentionally dropping one's microphone at the end of a performance or speech to signal triumph. Figuratively, it is an expression of triumph for a successful event and indicates a boastful attitude toward one’s own performance.The gesture dates to the 1980s when it was used by rappers and comedians. Performers from both groups can engage in confrontational performance styles - rappers may participate in rap battles, comedians may interact with a heckler in the audience - and dropping the microphone after a particularly effective line indicated complete confidence in the opponent’s inability to come back with anything that would be worthy of a response. An early occurrence was Eddie Murphy in 1983 in his standup show Delirious.
BTS worked hard this year and had arms full of praises and exploits, coming with a song where they sing about it is only natural. It’s also a way to show the ones who doubted them that they are the ones who got the final word. This song will sure have more rap than the others.
고민보다 go = before worrying, go or go rather than worry
BTS are known to speak up to the youth and their struggles, their mission never changed since the start to give hope. Including a song that helps the ones fighting is also a natural move coming from BTS.
This album will help introduce another one coming by 2018. We may finally know who is that “HER” that got us all stressed this past month or we may end up with an answer that will lead to another question.
+TWO Hidden Tracks
*Insert many “??????” and “!!!!!!!!!”* All we know is that one of them is a song made by Rap monster.
Finally getting around to looking at the IT remake and Bill Skarsgard is NAILING the role of Pennywise. There’s a really subtle bit in the scene where he meets Georgie that just cemented it for me. He starts doing the popcorn impression to make Georgie trust him (”pop, pop, pop!”), and Georgie starts full-on belly-laughing and smiling from ear to ear. Pennywise laughs with him a bit too, then he just…stops. His smile kind of falls, he starts drooling a little, and most importantly, Skarsgard uses his lazy eye to make it appear as though both eyes are slowly moving in opposite directions, and the left one is staring straight into the camera.
I could be reading into this too much, but I feel like Pennywise saw that he had created joy, he’d caused this child to feel happy, and his joy-hating, human-despising alien brain completely short-circuited. He briefly drops out of character trying to comprehend what he’d just done, upset and confused by the concept of happiness or laughter, and then he snaps out of it and realizes he needs to keep up the act to fool Georgie so he goes back into the “happy clown” shtick.
In short, big ups to this guy, he’s doing Tim Curry proud
inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)
“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.
“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”
Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”
“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”
Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.
Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.
It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.
Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”
“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”
Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”
Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.
“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.
“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.
Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.
Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…
jimin: *comes home to a big mess in his shared appartement with jungkook where no one else lives* jungkook why did you make such a mess??
jungkook: *cutely* hyung it wasn’t me
jimin: *defeated* u right….. it must’ve been me then
Summary: As a mild criminal, you make a bold move to pick-pocket a
suspicious looking stranger, but you may have picked the wrong target. (Bucky x
Request/Prompt(s): Can you do this “I kissed you as a
distraction while stealing your wallet” with Bucky x reader? Thanks!
Word Count: 1933
A/N: Ok first, I do not condone
theft. Second, I’m so glad someone picked this one!!! :D This was such a fun
“We’ve been here for over an hour!” you
whined, pacing the small empty room, dust particles swirling up into the
sunlight with each step. “When do we make the drop?”
I’m ready,” your partner hissed, clearly annoyed with your impatience, “We’re
the ones with the goods, they’ll wait and right now I’ve got a lurker that’s
been hanging around at the corner for too long.”
see.” You pushed your way to the window, picking up the heavy binoculars from
“Big guy. Army
green coat, and black hat, northeast corner.”
yo wat if they go back to earth and when they enter earth’s orbit lance is like is there something i can call my family with cuz they probably think im dead i dont wanna shock them…and he dials their home phone number without missing a beat and his mom picks up and is like “hello?” hella confused bc there’s no caller id and lance can’t even say hello back because his brain short circuits and his throat closes up because he didn’t realize just how bad he’d wanted to hear his mom’s voice again
Lena Luthor wasn’t usually a nervous person. She could command an audience, she could dominate the boardroom, but right now? She was panicking.
Honestly, Lena never really thought her friendship with Kara would reach a stage where she was slowly being introduced into the group, one by one. Maggie had been first. She and Lena had long since discussed the whole Maggie-arresting-Lena debacle, Maggie spending the better part of ten minutes apologising before Lena could get a word in edgewise. She and Maggie had hit it off fairly quickly, bonding over their mutual love of Italian cuisine and various scientific magazines.
I spent 5 years hurting a good woman by staying with her but never fully choosing her.
I did want to be with this one. I really wanted to choose her. She was an exquisite woman, brilliant and funny and sexy and sensual. She could make my whole body laugh with her quick, dark wit and short-circuit my brain with her exotic beauty. Waking up every morning with her snuggled in my arms was my happy place. I loved her wildly.
Unfortunately, as happens with many young couples, our ignorance of how to do love well quickly created stressful challenges in our relationship. Before long, once my early morning blissful reverie gave way to the strained, immature ways of our everyday life together, I would often wonder if there was another woman out there who was easier to love, and who could love me better.
As the months passed and that thought reverberated more and more through my head, I chose her less and less. Every day, for five years, I chose her a little less.
I stayed with her. I just stopped choosing her. We both suffered.
Choosing her would have meant focusing every day on the gifts she was bringing into my life that I could be grateful for: her laughter, beauty, sensuality, playfulness, companionship, and so … much … more.
Sadly, I often found it nearly impossible to embrace – or even see – what was so wildly wonderful about her.
I was too focused on the anger, insecurities, demands, and other aspects of her strong personality that grated on me. The more I focused on her worst, the more I saw of it, and the more I mirrored it back to her by offering my own worst behavior. Naturally, this only magnified the strain on our relationship … which still made me choose her even less.
Thus did our nasty death spiral play itself out over five years.
She fought hard to make me choose her. That’s a fool’s task.
You can’t make someone choose you even when they might love you.
To be fair, she didn’t fully choose me, either. The rage-fueled invective she often hurled at me was evidence enough of that.
I realize now, however, that she was often angry because she didn’t feel safe with me. She felt me not choosing her every day, in my words and my actions, and she was afraid I would abandon her.
Actually, I did abandon her.
By not fully choosing her every day for five years, by focusing on what bothered me rather than what I adored about her, I deserted her.
Like a precious fragrant flower I brought proudly into my home but then failed to water, I left her alone in countless ways to wither in the dry hot heat of our intimate relationship.
I’ll never not choose another woman I love again.
It’s torture for everyone.
If you’re in relationship, I invite you to ask yourself this question: “Why am I choosing my partner today?”
If you can’t find a satisfying answer, dig deeper and find one. It could be as simple as noticing that in your deepest heart’s truth, “I just do.”
If you can’t find it today, ask yourself again tomorrow. We all have disconnected days.
But if too many days go by and you just can’t connect with why you’re choosing your partner, and your relationship is rife with stress, let them go. Create the opening for another human being to show up and see them with fresh eyes and a yearning heart that will enthusiastically choose them every day.
Your loved one deserves to be enthusiastically chosen. Every day.