but if you wanna hear my opinion

Dating Yoogi

Even though Yoongi seems like a grumpy grandpa, he is the best guy to you. Dating him includes:

-chill dates like going out to eat or drink

-he would be clingy af when your guy friends are around. He would put his arm around you, give you unexpected kisses on the cheeks and while watching them jealously

-buuut with the other members he’d be super chill and happy that you get along well

-let’s you play with his hair cause he secretly likes it but will never admit it

-he’s the super hype boyfriend who supports all of your decisions and cheers for you

-’Look at her, that’s my girlfirend!!!’

-plays piano for you

-your opinion on his works is very important to him

-facetimes you at 3am to show you his new songs and hear your voice

-’Call me oppa again’

-doesn’t really like it when you steal his clothes but also likes how you look in them

-he needs his quiet time where you just watch something or let him work

-’wanna come over and nap?’

-always has to smile when you do cute or embarrassing relationship stuff

NOW IT GETS DIRRRTY:

-innocent kisses lead to makeout sessions

-quite kinky sex 

-That tongue technologie is on point

-eyecontact while eating you out 

-DOMINANT

-isn’t the vocal type except grunts and dirty talk

-make up sex

-loves you in sexy lingerie 

-cocky and confident

-spanking that ass

-handcuffs 

-Daddy kink



Forgive me father for I have sinned… Hope you like it!

anonymous asked:

My dad says Zoo's are becoming politically incorrect. I've seen both arguments but I wanna hear your opinion on it: do you think Zoo's are a good idea?

Well, let’s see if I can keep this response short.

First, I’m guessing that by ‘politically correct’ you mean ‘ethically sound.’ So, is keeping animals in zoos an ethical thing to do? As with many things, there is no easy or even single answer to that question.

Without a doubt, there are bad zoos- private or roadside zoos, zoos that keep their animals in abhorrent conditions, zoos that allow visitors to engage in unsafe things like cub-petting schemes. It is obvious that these types of zoos are unethical and exploitative.

(Hint: something like this is never a good sign.)

On the other hand, what constitutes a ‘good’ zoo? In the best captive conditions currently available, is it okay to keep an animal locked up? Some say no, no matter what; some say what we have now isn’t good enough. Others say yes- the best zoos are able to provide their captives with good lives.

This of course brings us to just what a ‘good’ life is. Those who say that animals should never ever be placed in captivity usually value a sense of freedom above all else. Even in perfect captive conditions, an animal will not be free, wild, or ‘natural.’

However, we must acknowledge that ‘freedom’ is a concept created and defined by humans. A human locked in a prison knows the difference between captivity and freedom, and is able to conceptualize that certain ‘rights’ that they have are being violated. But for animals, this may be too complex to perceive. How far back do you have to move a fence before a kudu decides that he is wild again? The idea that animals sense when they are ‘free’ versus ‘not free’ is, to me, not realistic.

Animals do, however, benefit from the ability to be free to make choices, such as what they eat, where they will go, who they will interact with, and so on. Undeniably, captivity presents animals with fewer choices of these kinds than they would have in the wild. The best zoos are now implementing programs to accommodate these choices, particularly with highly intelligent animals such as elephants and apes.

One such example: the “O Line” at the Smithsonian National Zoo allows orangutans to choose one of two buildings to stay in during the day. Other animals, such as the otters, can choose whether or not to be on exhibit via spaces in their enclosure that are sheltered from the public. Scatter feeding and foraging enrichment is yet another way that zoos allow animals to choose what food they want to eat.

Still, despite these improvements, there will always be limitations of choice in captive environments compared to wild ones by the very definition of ‘captivity.’ Furthermore, while many strides have been taken to update enclosures with choices in mind, the fact remains that the implementation of behavioral science in zoos lags behind the research due to the costs, and often due to the stress of the animals themselves when trying to adjust to new schedules and norms (even if they are theoretically better ones).

A forty-year old captive elephant will have lived through decades of zoo reform, and we can’t erase those negative experiences from her mind.

One danger of comparing captive animals to their wild counterparts is assuming that captive environments should mirror the wild ones as closely as possible. But what the wild even is is not well-defined. ‘Wild’ deer roam my suburban neighborhood: should that habitat be replicated in their zoo enclosure? Wild environments include predators, diseases, and natural disasters: is it better that those be implemented in zoos as well?

In actuality, an animal born in captivity likely has no sense of what its natural environment should look like. Certainly it has natural instincts and inclinations- a tiger likes to urine-mark vertical objects and a gibbon likes to climb- but neither of them specifically needs a tree to do this with- a post or rope swing would also work. The ‘naturalistic’ look of many zoo enclosures is actually for the benefit of the visitors, not the animals. In fact, a lush, well-planted habitat could still be an abysmal one for an animal if all of its needs aren’t being met.

This brings us to one of the most important aspects of zoos: the visitors. Theoretically, one of the major purposes of good zoos is to educate and inspire the public about animals, particularly in regards to their conservation. But do zoos actually do this?

The answer is yes… to a small extent. People given surveys upon entering and leaving a zoo exhibit generally do know slightly more about the animals than they used to, but this depends a lot on how educated they were to begin with. While many visitors express an increased desire to engage in conservation efforts after leaving a zoo, not many of them have actually followed up on it when surveyed again a few weeks later. Still, most zoo visitors seem to leave the zoo with several positive if perhaps short-term effects: interest in conservation, appreciation for animals, and the desire to learn more. If a visitor experiences a “connection” with an animal during their visit, these effects are greatly increased.

However, certain types of animal “connections” and interactions can also produce a negative effect on zoo visitors. This reflects what I said earlier about the naturalistic design of habitats being more for the visitors than the animals. Individuals who view animals performing non-natural behaviors (such as a chimpanzee wearing clothes and acting ‘human,’ or a tiger coming up to be petted) are less likely to express an increased interest in their conservation, and even less likely to donate money towards it. Generally, our own perception of freedom and wildness matters much more than the individual animal’s.

The fact of the matter is that, worldwide, zoos spend about $350 million dollars on wildlife conservation each year. That is a tremendous amount of money, and it comes from visitors and donations. What amount of discomfort on the part of captive animals is worth that money being devoted to their wild counterparts? It’s hard to say.

This is a very, VERY general overview of some of the ethical issues surrounding zoos; to go over it all, I’d need to write a book. But hopefully, it got you thinking a little bit about what your own opinion on all this is. (I didn’t explicitly state mine on purpose, though it’s probably fairly clear.)

Refs and further reading below the cut!

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anonymous asked:

Interviewer: "so you've already mentioned that one of your "best friends" was the first person to hear the song, right?" Harry: "yes it was a very close friend of mine" interviewer: "and if you don't mind me asking, what was their first reaction when they heard it?" (1)

Harry: “uhm, well, what happened was, we were both having lunch, and I was like "I’ve recorded the song” and my friend was like “oh really? Already done with everything”? And I was like “yeah, wanna hear it?” and he was like “of course I wanna hear it Harry don’t be silly”“ (2)

interviewer: "oh so it’s a he!” Harry: “yeah, so we went to o-the bedroom, my bedroom, and i gave him my laptop with some headphones so he could listen to it clearly you know? And I left the room, closed the door, and waited outside. I remember how anxious and worried I was, because well… I really care about his opinion, you know? Like, his opinion really does matter a lot to me. So I stayed outside, and I waited for 5 minutes, thinking that he will come out in a few seconds” (3)

“But he didn’t, not until 10 minutes passed, and I started getting worried, you know? And then he came out, and his eyes were so wet and red, and he just stared at me for a few seconds, and then he bursted into tears, and he told me how absolutely beautiful he thought the song was, and that was all what mattered to me, you know? For him to like the song, because his opinion means so much to me” (4)

interviewer: “seems like you two are quite close!” Harry: “well yeah, the song was written about him after all.” (5)

everything about this is so RUDE you are RUDE

Nostalgia Critic Quotes Starters

You know the deal. Feel free to change pronouns, add names to blanks, etc. There is some profanity in this one.

  • “Why do they always want to do it the hard way?”
  • “What can’t we do with an acre of land?”
  • “We’re talking softly because it’ll upset the souffle?”
  • “You know…like your head!”
  • “You think you’re gonna get away from me, but you’re not, because it’s on.”
  • “I’m sorry, but who thought this would be an exciting idea?”
  • “This is even more exciting than that time I dangled keys in front of my own face!”
  • “DON’T fall to the ground like a bloody corpse.”
  • “Bad is rad and I’m ballistic!”
  • “Oh, come on, it’s obvious. It’s so incredibly obvious.”
  • “It’s junk food, brightly colored junk food for the mind.”
  • “The orthodox levels on this are most un!”
  • “Ah-ba-ba-ba, don’t tell me the problem, I only want to focus on the solution. I see…a banana. Use a banana.”
  • “We are not on the same level as them! WE ARE HEALTHY!”
  • “This looks like a job for flamboyance!”
  • “Yeah! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before!”
  • “Hey! You seem very…two-people-ish!”
  • “Because that’s funny, right? Right? The correct answer is no.”
  • “Punctuation is so wild!”
  • “WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAAAAT?”
  • “Clearly, we are dealing with artistic genius here!”
  • “Please get in this evil device which is in no way an evil device. Joke’s on you; it’s an evil device.”
  • “What do kids normally do? They make tofu or something?”
  • “Stop it! Stop it! Stop trying to sound cool!”
  • “All is lost.”
  • “You’re so gosh darn wonderful.”
  • “I’m sorry, ____. I like your place. It’s a nice looking place.”
  • “I don’t care if it’s innocent and cutesy; it’s a piece of shit.”
  • “But I don’t wanna laugh, I wanna get better.”
  • “If its purpose was to bore the living shit out of us, I agree.”
  • “You have to have one before you can lose it.”
  • “Wait a minute, so you’re saying that if I jump aboard the bandwagon before it even becomes a bandwagon, I can be one of the frontrunners of the bandwagon?”
  • “Redundant much, redundant?”
  • “Was I really just a pawn in your lame-ass little punchline?”
  • “Is this actually a popular thing and I just never noticed?”
  • “My God…it’s full of shit.”
  • “Put traffic cones around that apple juice; that shit is lethal!”
  • “What is this, just another day at the store for you?”
  • “Why are you being so blatant with how evil you are?”
  • “Yeah, you know what’s living? Dying.”
  • “No, wait, that’s not living. That’s…that’s fucking dying.”
  • “I remember it so you don’t have to.”
  • “You’re listening to frogs! It’s all a lie!”
  • “I don’t know, it means I’m angry!”
  • “Gee, does it have something to do with ice?”
  • “I just wanna bring love and joy to the world.”
  • “I haven’t been this shocked since I found out the secret to living a long lasting life…was breathing!”
  • “You know, for kids!”
  • “Start off with something innocent and lighthearted and then smash it down into cruel, cruel reality?”
  • “I hear it’s a dictatorship where people disappear.”
  • “Stay back; I think that’s real ketchup.”
  • “That’s so out of the ordinary, I dare call it wacky.”
  • “Get off my wet banana!”
  • “B-B-B-Bullshit!”
  • “Don’t encourage him. You’ll jiggy-jiggy regret it.”
  • “Maybe you could start by getting out of the fucking bed.”
  • “Well, that’s odd. It’s almost…normal.”
  • “Gee, does THAT…SOUND…FAMILIAR?”
  • “If we’re going through with this, I want to be prepared.”
  • “Fucking bubbles!”
  • “Inspire us! Say something stoic!”
  • “Oh, by the way, we have to mail this to fifty or more people or else we get bad luck.”
  • “I would LOVE to play a game with somebody!”
  • “Fuck yeah, sparkle sparkle sparkle!”
  • “If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take the occasional break to look at myself in front of the mirror and cry.”
  • “Cause let me tell you, it’s not always easy.”
  • “People may die, but stupidity is forever.”
  • “Stop calling it that!”
  • “So, your argument is…you fucked up, you’re glad you fucked up, and you will continue to fuck up in new and spectacular ways?”
  • “I did not just hear that.”
  • “Time for a game of disappearing brain cells!”
  • “I think he drank the cactus juice or something.”
  • “I thought I had these burned!”
  • “My heart soars every time. The monotone. The absolute lack of any human emotion. The way he doesn’t even refer to her by her name.”
  • “I just remember that it was weird and childish.”
  • “I know that it’s just my opinion, but I’m right.”
  • “I remember it…but I don’t wanna!”

@All Fellow Autistics

I’m curious to see what other autistic people do and don’t have in common with me, so let’s play a game of True or False!

You can use the tags or reblog and add your answers in a caption, specifying if each bullet point is True or False for you personally

•Hates loud noises to the point of breakdowns, but LOVES ear-burstingly loud music

•Allistic: “This song has no patterns or consistency? It’s just a mess??” Me, hearing every single note, beat, instrument and pattern in all music: “You’re entitled to your wrong opinion”

•Allistic: “use your words!!!” Me: *loud whining, groaning, growling, etc, trying to convey that I’m nonverbal at the moment and literally can’t “use my words”*

•"Is this actually my own opinion or did I just take what the people around me know and like/dislike?“

•"Mmmm I wanna eat that [inedible thing]”

•*Hits and roughly squeezes entire head to numb/distract from a headache*

•Cries at literally every super minor, “unimportant” thing, but feels no emotion/doesn’t express emotion towards most large-impact situations (Example; Cries after dropping a piece of candy, but doesn’t show any emotion listening to an emotional story from a family member)

•"THIS SONG IS THE STIMMIEST THING IN EXISTENCE AND IM GONNA LISTEN TO IT FOR 8 DAYS ON LOOP BECAUSE OF THE BEATS AND SOUNDS"

•*Presses all the little buttons down on a soda cup lid (all of them, so they aren’t uneven)* FREE STIM WITH THE PURCHASE OF ANY SOFT DRINK

•Rocking in bed when you feel negative feelings

•Rocking in bed when you feel positive feelings

•*Makes it -2000 degrees in bedroom, then proceeds to turn all the fans on so I can snuggle up with blankets and pillows and hot cocoa and feel like I’m being protected from the cold, bc that makes me feel safe and happy for some reason??*

•Has 100000+ special interests that come and go day to day (Some days I’m kinda meh about a special interest, other days I’m ALL OVER IT AND OBSESSED WITH IT)

•*makes a huge deal out of something, cries about it, yells about it, makes everybody else angry because of it* *10 minutes later* “Wow,, that was stupid,,,,, I don’t even care about that thing anymore why was I so upset,,,,”

[No DD/lg, CG/l(re), Kink, Aphobe, TERF, SWERF, Non-System Little, Gatekeepers, Exclusionists, Anti-kin, or etc interaction!!]

A Little Help

Hi guys! I wrote this on my phone and I haven’t been to sleep in forever, so I’m pretty positive this is just some rambly words about Tom and the reader wanting to be in a relationship, but being too shy to actually tell the other. So, instead, they just do small things to help each other out. P. S., Harrison ships it. I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by spiderholland

A Little Help

“You need help, let me grab that for you,” Tom said, reaching up to plunk the novel from the shelf. “Which one do you want?” Tom asked, bringing a hand to rest upon her waist to readjust her position to point out the book she’d been trying to obtain.

    She stood up on her tiptoes, eyes desperately seeking to survey the shelf clearer, “I actually don’t have one particular in mind, would it be a bother to just take everything by Pablo Neruda down?”

    “Course not,” Tom said and easily picked all the Neruda’s out for her. “Who is he?”

    Her eyes widened and she smiled, happy to tell Tom everything she knew about Pablo Neruda. “He’s a famous Chilean poet, I mean, he eventually went into the political field, but I mostly know him from his poetry. When I was in high school, my best friend and I were obsessed with a poem he wrote called, ‘My Ugly Love.’”

She was starting to ramble and she knew that Tom probably couldn’t give two shits about the ugly love spoken about in the poem, but she was so close to him and he smelled good, and his chest was firm when she leaned into him, so it would be a fair statement to say that she was beyond distracted. “It starts out-”

Tom didn’t remove his hand from her waist, figuring that if she didn’t like it, she’d step back from him. His gaze flickered from her lips, to the rosy flush gliding across her cheeks, and then up to her eyes. Tom drank in her words about Pablo Neruda, still not quite registering who he was, but still completely absorbed by her words.

As he listened to her, still holding an assortment of novels in his hands, he accidentally cut her off completely. “Wait, do you have it memorized?”

She was nearly positive that her entire body was tinged pink, “Yeah, I won’t bore you with the details, I just like the poem because it’s different.”

“No, no, tell me. I wanna hear about it. I just got,” Tom searched for an appropriate word. “Excited?” Truly, Tom had cut her off because she looked so endearing that he thought that he would physically blow up if he didn’t kiss her.

He loved it when she talked about stuff like this, he could tell it was one of the few times that she actually felt confident in voicing her opinions.

“My ugly love, you’re a messy chestnut.

My beauty, you are pretty as the wind.

Ugly: your mouth is big enough for two mouths.

Beauty: your kisses are fresh as new melons.

Ugly: where did you hide your breasts?

They’re meager, two little scoops of wheat.

I’d much rather see two moons across your chest,

two huge proud towers.

Ugly: not even the sea contains things like your toenails.

Beauty: flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave,

Love, I’ve made an inventory of your body.

My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold.

my beauty, for the wrinkle on your forehead.

My Love: I love you for your clarity, your dark.”

She finished and looked up to him with a smile on her face.

“So, what do you think?” She asked him, reaching up to sift through the books that Tom had gotten down for her.

“How do you know the best of everything?” Tom muttered, eyes widened, because, as usual, she was right. The poem was supremely different from any of the traditionally romantic sonnets that he’d read.

She smiled and unwound herself from his grasp and wandered down the next aisle, in search for her friend and Harrison, who’d accompanied them to the bookstore.

Tom, still leaned up against the shelf was slow to notice Harrison’s approaching figure.

“Dude, you need to ask her out. It’s getting ridiculous. Everybody, even strangers, already think you’re together, so why not make it real? Not as if she’s going to say no.” Harrison urged.

Shrugging his shoulders and racking his brain for an adequate response, Tom eventually stuttered out, “you never know, she could just want to be friends, and then if I ask her out, then she won’t even wanna be that.”

Harrison rolled his eyes, “Well then, mate, better wipe that drool off your chin.”

The next morning, in a haste to open the door for her, Tom had accidentally whacked himself in the face with it. Now, he not only sported a bloody nose, but also a split lip. Still, he wasn’t complaining.

She’d freaked out when she saw the blood drip from his nose and the bruises already forming on his jaw and had rushed him home. She stood in between Tom’s legs, while he perched on her kitchen table, and held up towels to stop the bleeding.

“Tom, literally what the hell?” She murmured, gliding her soft palm across his lower lip.

“I told you, I saw a bee and I didn’t want it to sting you,” Tom lied. Obviously, there hadn’t been a bee, but he refused to tell her that he’d nearly broken his face purely to hold the door open for her.

“But I never saw it? I didn’t even hear one, and besides, it wasn’t like there were flowers around. Why would a bee wander over here?” She mused, walking to the fridge to grab a bag of frozen vegetables.

“No, no,” Tom whined, “Those will be too cold, I don’t wanna put that on my face.”

She pouted, “Too bad, let me help you! I don’t want you to be hurt.”

Tom hesitated, and then opened his arms and pulled her close to him, keeping a gentle hand on the small of her back. “Fine, fine. Just do it.”

She smiled and rocked up onto her tippy toes and pressed her make-shift icepack to his face. He didn’t even shiver when the frost-covered package touched his bare skin, because when she was this close to him, he could see the multitude of colors swirling in her eyes.

A week later, it was time for Tom and Harrison to, once again, travel for the press tour. Tom was gutted. He couldn’t imagine leaving her without explaining to her that he wanted to be with her so badly, that the mere thought of leaving her made him physically ill.

Little did he know, that she felt the same way. All he knew, was that he was going over to her apartment to give her one last goodbye hug while Harrison waited in the car.

From inside her apartment, she spritzed on Tom’s favorite perfume. Whenever she wore it, he always leaned into her more while they were in conversation, or fiddled with her hair more and didn’t pull away from her when they hugged.

She had done her best to conceal her nighttime tears with makeup and sheprayed that Tom wouldn’t notice them as she opened the door.

Tom stepped in quickly and before she even shut the door, Tom surged towards her. Bending down to her height, Tom threw his arms around her, ignoring that his phone had fallen to the floor.

“Are you alright Tom?” She questioned, hands stiff at her sides.

“Just gonna miss you loads and loads and loads.” His voice was muffled by her sweater.

Her arms wound around him, “You know I’ll miss you too.”

“I don’t want to leave you yet.” Tom pulled away and his gaze bore into her floor.

Taking him by the hand, she pulled him to sit down on her sofa. “I made you something to help.”

Tom curled an arm around her frame as she sat a heavy box down in front of him, “Darling, what is it? You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, I didn’t know-”

She cut him off by pressing a hand over his lips. “Promise to look at it on the plane?”

She looked to cute and eager and shy that Tom had agreed, and now, after finally boarding the plane, Tom opened the box.

Inside were all the Pablo Neruda books that she’d bought the day she read him ‘My Ugly Love,’ and a note.

The note read,

Hi Tom,

I’m just going to assume that you followed my directions and now you’re flying safely through the air, but if you’re not, and I find out, may Mother Earth save your soul.

All of these books were mine before yours because I wanted to give you something that would remind you of me. I wrote you little notes on all the pages, so it’ll be like we’re talking about them. I highlighted my favorite ones for you in pink.

Please don’t forget about me.

Tom scoffed, as if he could ever forget her. He opened the first book and quickly spotted the swirls of her delicate handwriting on the bottom corner of the page. It read,

Don’t freak out, some of the poems are in Spanish, but I made sure to help translate them for you in the margins.

Tom smiled and began to leaf through the poems, blown away by not only the words of Pablo Neruda, but also by her tiny love poems for him written so softly in the captivity of the margins that he could barely tell that they were there.

When he landed, he would make sure to send her some of his own.

~ All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you ~

To all people who have told me I’m ugly, that I should take my life so people don’t have to see my ugly face, that I will end up alone because no one could ever wanna spend their whole life looking at my face, you are the reason I’ve told myself I’m ugly every time I’ve looked into a mirror the last 5 years. One of the first things Taylor told me was that I look like a model. So who cares about you guys thinking I’m ugly, because my biggest role model thinks I’m tall and beautiful.

To all the people out there telling me Taylor is pathetic and that liking her makes me pathetic, Taylor is not only the best singer-songwriter out there, she’s also the greatest human being. And what is pathetic about that? What’s pathetic about being so damn good to people? She’s the nicest person ever, and so is her parents! Thank you so much for our long talk Andrea and Scott. Speaking with you guys felt like speaking with family.

The fact that Taylor wanted ME to hear the album before she put it out, the fact that Taylor Swift and her team have stalked ME for a year, the fact that Taylor Swift loves ME and thinks I’m a wonderful human being. What can I say? I love you so much more than words can describe. You and your music have always been there for me, when people haven’t. I fell in love with you for your music, but I stayed because of your personality. That you invited me to your house and played the best album you’ve done so far for me a month before the world gets to hear it, I don’t think you know how much that actually means to me.

Taylor, you taught me that it’s a beautiful thing to be different and that I’m not the opinion of someone who doesn’t know me. And that’s two of the main reasons I’m still here today. I thought about taking my life way too many times growing up, but I didn’t. And I really wanna thank you for that. Thank you for being my best friend when I was all alone. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being the sweetest person ever. I love you so much @taylorswift . Just wanted to let you know….

And a big thank you to Taylor’s amazing team @taylornation . I love you so much! You guys really changed my life, thank you for that ❤

Senior Quotes
  • Rin: "Don't put anything stupid for your senior quote." -Dad
  • Len: "Woah, you actually graduated?!" -Mom
  • Yuuma: "I cheated on all my tests."
  • Teto: "Hannah Montana said no one is perfect, yet here I am."
  • Piko: "Opinions are like mixtapes: I don't wanna hear yours."
  • Mayu: "Of course I dress well, I didn't spend all that time in the closet for nothing." -Unknown
  • Fukase: "Born too late to explore the earth. Born too early to explore the galaxy. Born just in time to explore dank memes."
rain (reddie) a blurb

Type: Blurb/filler (read rest of series here or here)

Setting: Five years previous from current setting

A/N: soooooooo. i had a little idea that i would create small blurbs between chapters as fillers if i can’t get the next chapter out for a while. im just telling you guys, my amazing beta did NOT look over this, so it’s probably shitty af lmao. you may or may not get some clues throughout blurbs so i mean. take that as you will. it’s just a blurb man. hope you guys like! also, if you would like to listen to the song, it’s called someone who does by issues.

Even behind the stage of the semi-big arena, Eddie could hear the screams from the crowd loud and clear.

“How y’all feeling tonight?” Richie’s sultry voice sounded into the microphone and echoed throughout the arena, somehow making the already vociferous screams get even louder. 

Eddie knew the feeling. Richie’s voice brought chills to him all the time.

His eyes followed as Richie turned around walked towards him behind the stage, throwing Eddie a quick wink as he grabbed his water bottle; This caused Eddie’s cheeks to heat up slightly.

He loved this man.

“The next song is one.. That I hold near and dear to me.” Richie walked back to the front of the stage, crouching down as he exchanged a look with the screamer of his band, David.

“I want everyone… to raise a goddamn middle finger in the air. I wanna see every single hand in this arena, giving a middle finger. Go ahead, I’ll wait.” Richie’s dark eyes scanned the crowd of fans, a small smirk slipping onto his lips once he saw mostly middle fingers. “Alright, good.”

The lanky man stood up tall, momentarily watching his bandmates gear up for the song before he turned his attention back to the crowd. His own hand shot up, transforming into a middle finger.

“This song is for those who have been… neglected, treated like shit, and abandoned by the ones who were supposed to love them. Listen to me,” Richie paused, taking a quick look behind the stage where Eddie was standing. Eddie was almost frozen in place - he knew what song was going to be. “Fuck them. They didn’t deserve you. This song is called Someone Who Does.”

Eddie hadn’t thought it was possible for the screams to get louder, but alas, he was wrong. The crowd went absolutely nuts when they heard what the band was playing next.

“I wanna feel this motherfuckin’ arena vibrate.” Richie yelled over the instrumental in the beginning, his body beginning to move to the song before he began to sing.

“Hopeless, just a kid with a craving
To make memories with my father
It’s taken a lifetime to chase ‘em
That’s why I seem to reserve this space in my head
For the grudges of all the nights you didn’t tuck us into bed.“

Eddie heard them perform this song many times. He even had Richie ask for his opinion on lyrics during the process of writing it. Even so, he still got chills hearing it.

“Never showing up to my games
Never taking us to arcades
Seems like nothing has changed
When you don’t show up for my shows
But straight up wait till the day of
To tell me that you can’t make it
So I hit the stage and it’s raining
I’m a man, no thanks to you Dad.”

The crowd sang the lyrics back at the band, and Eddie could swear that the air felt electric. He wondered how many people related to the song out in the crowd.

Just like Richie had asked, it felt as if the room was vibrating.

What seemed to catch everyone off guard was Richie kneeling down on one knee during the bridge, not singing anymore. He had an arm over his eyes, and David rushed over, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Eddie wanted nothing more than to run onto the stage and pull his boyfriend into his arms, but he knew that wasn’t a good idea. He would probably only get in the way.

Slowly, the band stopped playing, and Richie sniffled gently into the mic. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I just need a minute.”

However, the chorus of the song began to sound from the crowd, and gradually, it picked up volume as more and more fans started to jump in. It shocked Eddie and caused him to shudder, the moment bringing tears to his eyes.

Richie looked up from his arm in bewilderment, his red eyes beginning to glisten again - but the smile on his face reflected that they were tears of happiness. “Thank you… I love you all so much.”

Eddie had hardly ever seen Richie get emotional in public, but he knew what the song meant to him. He knew what the fans meant to him.

He had made a promise to himself that he would never let Richie feel the way he felt in the song ever again.

anonymous asked:

Do you think drunk Chara will have an end? Or are you just wanting to do this for as long as it can go? I enjoy watching your stuff, and it's nice to have something underale left out there, but I do think that inception is awesome. Also, don't take this as rushing, I just wanted hear your opinion.

Of course it will end someday, I really wanna move on from undertale and work on my original stuff to develop my career as an artist. It won’t end anytime soon but please keep in mind that content creators can’t keep up with the same forever

quearsten  asked:

i'd love to hear ur analysis of romsemary's flaws tbh, if ur willing

well, my friend @shut-in-princess summed it up pretty well in reply to the original ask:

Of course the VrisKan part is probably just mine and her’s subjective preference.  I’m also gonna have to put this under a read more because it got way wordier than I was expecting.

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anonymous asked:

Who do you think would be the best at eating someone out ? I wanna hear your opinion on this !

yoongi, taehyung, jimin = the top 3, in my humble opinion.

they’ve all got the tongues for it (length wise and they just can’t keep their goddamn fucking mouths shut like??? we get it?? you want to eat everyone out we KNOW) and, like, yoongi?

  • yoongi could probably just hold his breath and dive in for a good minute, to two minutes, without needing to even come up for air. every single second he had, he’d make count, and god, would you feel it everywhere. his fingers would come into play, too, just to spread you out as far as he can - he’ll spit on you a little, get messy and go slow just when you need him to go faster, because teasing is fun and fucking hot and there’s nothing that satisfies him much more than hearing you beg
  • jimin? jimin seems like he’d absolutely be the arrogant/subservient type, all wrapped up into one? he’d get a massive kick out of making and watching you cum and then having you push his face back down (imagine him moaning into you and panting when you let him come up for air????? just…Imagine……It) - and he’s a bed-grinder, pushes his cock against the bed / sofa / his own hand, whatever’s available; getting messier and more out-of-control as his own pleasure grows
  • taehyung - sweet, playful, even a little silly, until he just isn’t. then he’s pinning you to the bed by your hips, pumping you open with his fingers - slowly, so fucking slowly, watching the way you push yourself against his hand; a mixture of fascination and amusement and the thrill of a power trip in the making. he’ll tease you, have you aching for him, for anything; shaking and saying please and just as you break, he’s between your legs and he’s so eager you almost forget the way he looked at you when you told him you were his, all his, and you’d do anything for him to just use his mouth on you
So about Zeppelin...

I just reblogged this excellent post that points out how difficult it is to interpret the mixtape incident as anything but romantic, mainly due to the very nature of Led Zeppelin’s music. They have so many overtly sexual songs and they use imagery that really leaves no doubt at all as to what they’re talking about, e.g. “Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg”, “I’m gonna give you every inch of my love”, “I wanna be your backdoor man”, every single lyric in Custard Pie, and much, MUCH more. And of course let’s not forget Plant’s moaning and groaning in Whole Lotta Love (and other songs).

So, OK, full disclaimer here: I’m a recent Zeppelin fan, I didn’t actually grow up with this music. So I have no idea how people used to listen to it in public - on the radio, in bars etc. So I’d LOVE to hear the opinion of someone who did grow up with this music. But, like, did people listen to this with their families? Because I just can’t imagine rocking out to a song like Whole Lotta Love next to my grandma or even my dad, you know? And just being all like “hey cool, this is the part where Plant’s having an orgasm”. It just seems so awkward…

So now of course I’m DOUBLY regretting the fact that Supernatural doesn’t have the budget for Zeppelin, because I would’ve PAID to see scenes of Dean and Sam listening to some of the more explicit songs while driving in the Impala. D’you think Dean sometimes imitates some of Plant’s moaning just because he knows it’ll irritate/gross out Sam (maybe when they were younger)? Of course, they did grow up on the road listening to this music, so I’ll freely admit that by the time they’re adults, they’ve heard those songs so many times they’re kinda immune to being embarrassed about singing along to it/listening to it together.

Still, no matter how it plays out, I would’ve liked to see some scenes of Dean and Sam listening to Zeppelin *sighs* so sad it seems like we’re gonna be forever deprived of this.

(Of course next on my Zeppelin wishlist is Cas and Dean listening to the mixtape together and I have about 100 scenarios that I’d like to see played out but hey that’s what fanfic’s for I guess).

catfish - jared x soulmate!reader (part two)

quick recap,,, “Jared: They wanna meet you” and thats what u missed on catfish

ANYWAYS YES IM FINALLY DONE WITH THIS PART

my masterlist!  part one!

there will be a part three that basically just like a fluffy date lol

and some lovely lil angels wanted to be tagged so here u go my loves! @defenestrate-yourself-please @zoe—murphy @shadeswritings @goawayjules @1two-player-game1 @yikesyellow @bluestghost @singlucysing @michaelmell-protectionunit (if i forgot you im so so so sorry. reply to this part to be tagged for part 3 i promise i wont forget)

word count: 2,268

warnings: so many perspective changes, i didn’t proof read it, swears (duh), mention of genetalia (jared says dick), um and i think thats it???

WITHOUT ANY FURTHER ADO…..

Fuck.

Y/N: uhhhh

Jared: I can pick you up from school on Monday?

Shit, school. If you saw him at school you wouldn’t be able to just walk past without tackling him in a hug… and then he’d find out.

Y/N: i don’t know if i’ll go to school that day, i think i’m coming down with something.

Jared obviously knew you were lying. So he lied back.

Jared: But we have that special assembly

Y/N: we do??

Jared: Yeah I forgot what it’s on but I heard it’s super important.

Y/N: shit then i guess i have to go

Y/N: what period is it?

Jared: End of the day

Perfect, you could just go last period and leave and not have to face Jared confrontation until… Tuesday.

Y/N: u know what?? just remembered i have plans?

Jared: Can’t you get out of them? I feel like I’m worth it ;)

Y/N: lol of course you are! but it’s family bowling night so,,,, no

Jared: Well it’ll happen eventually.

Jared was right, it would. A lot sooner than you wished, too. After quickly convincing your parents to skip all but last period, you texted Jared good night and then fell asleep full of anxiety of the day ahead.


Days have passed. The amount of times you have seen Jared pass you in the halls and you haven’t said anything is unbearable, for the both of you.

Jared would have to pretend like he didn’t know who you were and continue just walking, Evan’s talking mumbled by his thoughts. He didn’t even make eye contact with you and has only seen you in his peripheral vision.

And, fuck, his peripheral vision didn’t give him much to go off of but you looked fucking amazing. A million times better than just seeing you on Instagram from his phone. Seeing you out of the corner of his eyes for a split second every now and then almost killed him.

Jared: Wait I have no idea how to do APBio project

Y/N: ugh too long to type and explain

Jared: Then just FaceTime me lol

Y/N: uh…..

Y/N: my hair is messy

Y/N: and im in my pajamas

Y/N: so no

Jared: and I care because????

Y/N: i care!

Jared: Fine then call me

…Should you? I mean, there’s no harm. It’s just your voice. But what if you get major phone anxiety or he thinks your voice is ugly.

Y/N: i was about to go to bed :( sorry

Jared: Bullshit it’s like 10pm

Before you could respond with a snarky comment, your phone started buzzing and Jared’s ringtone (which may or not be ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’) started playing.

Fuck.

You answered it but immediately muted yourself.

“Uh… hello?” You said nothing. “Y/N, I know you’re there, it stopped ringing,” he chuckled a bit. You face flushed when he said your name. “Ok, whatever. Anyways, so this project. I kinda dozed off when Ms. Years was saying all the instructions so I thought I could ask someone else from the class but the only person I know was absent and so I tried to ask Ms. Years what to do and she just gave me, like, a vague and sarcastic response and I remember you talking about Ms. Years and you’re probably a good student so…”

As Jared rambling continued you started to feel more and more guilty. You clicked the home button and went back to texting.

Y/N: jared tbh i really don’t wanna explain i barely even get it myself i wouldn’t know how to explain

You heard his phone vibrate and he stopped talking and sighed, “Okay, we’re doing this. Well, y/n, I really don’t to fail this project. I can barely hold a C so I need to get a good grade on this.”

Y/N: i thought u were like,,, top of ur class??

He chuckled, “Yeah in all of them except fucking biology. That godforsaken class will be the death of me.” You laughed and your feelings sank when you realized he couldn’t hear you.

Y/N: bio is like the one class im good at

Jared chuckled and your heart fluttered, “Of course you are. But…” he dragged out the word and you frowned.

Y/N: i know, im just nervous

He sighed, “I guess I’ll ask someone else?”

Y/N: sorry :(

“Yeah, yeah.”

And with that, the call ended.


Almost a week passed and Jared wouldn’t barely talk to you. If he did it was one or two-word answers. So when he sent a paragraph it surprised you.

Jared: Ok so I wrote into Catfish I wanna get your opinion on my letter.

Jared: I’ll just copy and paste

Jared: “Yo Nev and Max,

It’s ya boy, Jared. So y/n is my soulmate, I haven’t really talked with them for long but, get this, I’ve never heard their voice and they’ve only sent me one picture! I know. And, even crazier, we go to the same school and are in the same grade! So when I looked for a y/n y/l/n in our yearbook, I did not see the face from the pictures but someone completely different! I know, it’s wild.

If you would help me, that’d be dank lol thanks.”

Jared: I feel like it’s funny and they’d prob pick it up because it’s not like any of their other stories!

Jared was obviously being sardonic and passive aggressive. In any normal situation, you would’ve responded with wit but all the things he said started to process in your head. You could almost hear the gears turning in your brain.

Jared: y/n, why did you lie?

Y/N: i’m so sorry, jared

Jared: …y/n, why did you lie?

Y/N: i was insecure and scared? i know i know thats not a good enough excuse but i never thought id get caught

Jared: You never thought one of these days one of us would just crack or cave at school?

Y/N: i almost did plenty of times tbh

Jared: The amount of effort it took for me to not just run up to you whenever I saw you were…. tremendous

Y/N: how long have you known?

Jared: Literally since the beginning lol

Y/N: gdi

Y/N: im so sorry

Jared: Can we, like, actually talk now or FaceTime or something, please?

Jared: It’s in the middle of the day so dont say you were about to sleep

Y/N:

Jared: Oh no what is there more?

Y/N: im aNXiouS

Jared: So fucking am I! Actually seeing your face and hearing you speak at the same time is literally all I’ve wanted since I had a panic attack on your thigh

That warmed your heart made your goofy smile stick onto your face. Something surged within you and you decided to make a bold move.

Less than a ring later, Jared’s forehead popped up onto your screen. “Holy shit, you initiated it,” he breathed. Your camera was facing the ceiling, “Where are you?”

“Contemplating whether or not to hang up and just cry instead.”

Jared gave a shaky breath but you saw the corners of his eyes scrunch up, meaning he was smiling. “Someone grab the camera my baby said their first words!”

You snorted, “Oh my god, Jared.”

“Fucking hell.”

“What?”

“Just… so much happened in a split-second, I got a little dizzy.”

You stifled a laugh but your smile was still ridiculously wide, “What do you mean?”

“You laughed, no, you snorted, y/n, and damn it was adorable and made my heart, like, stop for a second. Then, oh boy, then you said my name and my heart stopped again and then I almost hung up the call to call an ambulance.”

“Why didn’t you?” you pressed on, teasing him.

“Prop up the camera so I can, like, look at you while you talk,” he told you, not answering the question.

With a shaky hand, you obeyed and the camera showed you, cross legged on your bed, and fiddling with your fingernails. “Now you do it.” You refused to make eye contact with the camera but out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Jared look at his screen in disbelief and immediately found something to lean his phone on. You really could only see his torso and up, but it was more than enough.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your nerves eating away at you.

“Shit, you’re stunning.”

The corners of your mouth perked up, “I would say the same but from what I’ve seen, you’re much more adorable in person.”

Jared smirked, “Damn right, I am. But holy shit, I just want to take a moment to appreciate your… charismatic smile.”

You snickered, throwing your head back a little, “Charismatic? That’s not usually a word I hear to describe someone’s smile.”

“Not just someone, you.”

“Jared, you’re such a sap.”

“It’s a charming quality, right?”

You and Jared stayed together, talking, for hours. You only realized it when the sun started rising through your window.

“Shit, we have school, Jared.”

“Wait, just… Stay right there.”

You did and you saw his phone flash. “…Did you just take a screenshot of me?”

“The sun made your skin glow. It was too enchanting to not take a screenshot.”

You giggled at him and saw the screen flash again. “Jared!” You scolded, “You’re lucky you’re my soulmate.”

“Sorry! Your laugh was captivating.”

“Did you just pause me?” you asked him, feigning offense.

He snickered, “I wanted to see how photogenic you look in these screenshots. Just gimme a sec.”

“‘Kay but you owe me a Redbull!”

“Deal. What time is it?” he asked.

“Six. Why?”

“Maybe we should both take a quick catnap and I’ll pick you up,” he offered.

“And end our fifteen-hour call? Never!” you laughed, doodling on your arm.

“Y/N… stop drawing dicks on my wrist.”


Jared ended up opting out of picking you up because he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you for an entire car ride. So as you were waiting for Jared in the cafeteria, you bit your nails and looked around the room again as if he’d magically appear.

Jared, however, saw you. You had your back to him and Jared couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He swallowed his fears and slowly walked up to you, a Redbull in hand.

Before he could reach you, some girl he sort of recognized walked up to you and started talking to you. He couldn’t hear the whole conversation, it’s was like quiet mumbling, but he could tell you were on edge and not really paying attention to her.

Suddenly, Jared and the girl made eye contact. You only then realized it was Alana. She waved at you, “Hey, Jared! How’s your morning been?”

Both you and Jared froze.

Jared took a deep breath and cleared his throat, unaware of the blush forming on his cheekbones. “Well, I owe y/n here a Redbull and I wanted one too but the store only had one, so I guess we’ll have to share it.”

You slowly turned towards him. “Jared,” you breathed. “…JARED!” you now screamed, sprinting the short distance between you and clutched onto him, tears rolling down your face.

Jared staggered back a bit but took your embrace and wrapped his arms around you. “Holy shit, this is real. You’re real,” he said quietly in disbelief.

It felt like hours you two were just there, with each other. Finally.

Alana snapped a picture just before you and Jared slowly pulled away from one another. He held his hands on your waist and you held his biceps. The both of you just stared at each other, smiling, and taking in every feature. “The janitor’s closet next to the math wing is, like, never used.”

“What?”

“If you lovebirds need a secret place,” she winked and walked away. Jared’s face flushed and you could only muster up a nervous laugh.


After lunch, you didn’t have any classes with Jared. So by the end of the day, you were craving him.

You leaned against his car, waiting for him. Once you saw him exit the building, you called out to him, “Jared, hey!”

He looked instantly relieved to see you and jogged to your position. “Need a ride?” You nodded and held his hand in yours. He squeezed it then let go, “Get in.”

The car ride home was silent, but not uncomfortable. Just being in his presence gave you joy. When you reached a stoplight, you grabbed his right hand and pulled it towards you. You held it on top of your thigh.

“It’s gonna be hard to drive with one hand,” he chuckled.

You rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb, “I think you can manage.”

He got to your house not too long after and when you let go of his hand, both of you felt empty. You sighed, “So…”

“So?”

You gathered as much courage as you could in a split second and leaned over the console, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Before Jared knew what was happening, you were out the door, walking to your house, and waving at him.

Jared raised a hand to where your lips met his skin and his felt his hot cheek. He probably was the same shade as a stop sign, but he didn’t care.

With grin basically tattooed onto his face and a twinkle in his eye, he drove himself home, feeling like the king of the world.

Misadventures in Target (William Nylander)

starrygirl2014 said:

Could you do #112 from the prompt list with William nylander? ❤😀😘

#112: “You walked away. Not me.”

Word count: 1309

Author’s note: This is probably more lighthearted than you wanted it to be, but I need some fun prompts after this week.

Originally posted by mapleleafstrash


Target is your comfort zone. There’s something about the vague smell of popcorn, coffee and home accessories that just soothes a person. You could browse the Dollar Spot for hours, and you weren’t ashamed that half of your wardrobe came from Target. Moving to Toronto, you were a little dismayed that Canada was completely devoid of your favorite store, which was why you made it your mission to hop the border to New York as often as you could. In your opinion, nothing bad can happen while you’re in a Target.

Unless you bring your boyfriend with you on his day off.

In your defense, William insisted on making the near-two hour drive to Buffalo with you, no matter how much you protested.

“I wanna do all the fun couple things that people do at Target! Plus, I’ve never even been to a Target before; I’ve either been in Canada or Sweden my entire life, and if I am in the States it’s for a game. Let me come with you!” After twenty minutes of hearing his pleas, you finally gave in.

The look on William’s face upon entering Target was something that you wished you were able to take a picture of. Although the cliche makes you cringe, he really does look like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide as he takes in the vibrant lights and various signs for whatever holiday is three months away from now.

“So this is why everyone likes Target so much.” He says in a hushed voice. You can’t help but giggle as you grab a cart, placing your purse into the basket while grabbing William’s hand, making sure he doesn’t get trampled by soccer moms looking for their next deal.

“C’mon, Willy, let’s get out of the way.” You absentmindedly wander towards the Dollar Spot, falling into a familiar routine as you scan through the different items.

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Love Songs / Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by poptartcalum

Request: Can you please make one where the reader is shy and Peter has a crush on her but she doesn’t really know him. And one time he finds out that she skips a class to go sing in the auditorium and he skips class all the time to hear her sing and he confronts her about it and he asks her to sing for him and fluffy fluff fluff please? I love it when readers can sing because it makes me feel like I’m actually good at something 😂😂😂

 AN: Thank you so much for this request! I love music and those who can sing, no matter what people say, I just wanna let you know that in my opinion, if you have the guts to show off your singing talent, you are like the bravest and coolest person ever. All singers and performers deserve respect cause doing something like that takes balls! Anyway, hope you like it. As always, let me know what you liked, what you didn’t, and what you would like to see in the future.

- Written by Kat - 

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“I Have Questions” (the whispers)

How do I fix it? Can we talk? Can we communicate? Can we talk? Do I wanna fix it?
I have questions for you (I’m afraid of you)
Is it my fault? Is it my fault? Do you miss me?
I have questions. ( I don’t know if that’s complete. cause I hear something like “Can we tell them? and Can you come here?”).

And it’s like two person are talking to each other.

We all have different opinions but for me It’s screams CAMREN!!!!! 

culturalrebel  asked:

Literally since its inception, the Asian-American community has been against Iron Fist and its gross cultural appropriation. Continuous, ongoing criticism for the last forty years, but yeah sure listen to the FOUR WHOLE PEOPLE telling you what you wanna hear so you don't feel guilty

this. the Iron Fist comic was criticised for cultural appropriation from day one. and like if they continue to pull the ‘read the comic’ card they could listen to, idk, words from a comic writer who worked for Marvel, Marjorie Liu, who clearly spelt it out to them

but of course Asian Americans and their opinions don’t matter until yt can use them to their advantages, and then it’s all ‘my asian friends said it was okay uwu’

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Yooooo guess who finally finished a tangle!? I’m probably gonna get this listed for selling *today*!! Woooo!

Also, I wanna hear your opinions. The first tangle I made had silicone spikes that didn’t match the tangle pieces,while this one the spikes match the original color of the tangle. Which do you guys prefer?

Chibilock art book?

if i were to make a book of compilations of chibilock comics, like fully coloured and printed it, would you be interested to buy it?

would you mind commenting or reblogging your opinions on it? I wanna try making my own fanbook but i don’t know if anyone would even want to buy it ^^;

here’s a mock-up of the pages:

i wanna hear your opinions so please reply or comment if you don’t mind <3

thank you!