but not bad for a first go

Today I’ve just been thinking about boxer!Chloe and it’s ruining me omg.

Like imagine if she finally goes to see a therapist or just talks to someone about her anger and attitude and they’re like “Maybe you could let out your anger through a sport or something.” and at first she’s like wtf I aint getting my hair messed up. But then goes to a boxing class one day just because her father kept suggesting it and she felt bad saying no. And so she goes and thinks she’s all that but then the teacher is like “Oh, okay if you’re better than this then try to take me down.” and she takes the challenge cuz she’s Chloe and gets taken down and the teacher/coach(?) is like “See class, you have to do this and blah blah.” And Chloe starts going everyday to get better and better so she can defeat the guy and just starts liking it a lot. She starts doing matches with people and gets stronger and stronger and is just much more calm at school with everyone and more mellow. And she even picks up Adrien sometimes to show him her strength and he’s like hella impressed and she always gives him piggyback rides when she sees that he’s sleepy or stressed. And like she isn’t afraid to get sweaty anymore and sometimes she’ll have these badass looking bruises or something on her arms and takes pride in them cuz she won those matches and arm wrestle Kim and Alix all the time and they become friends. And just pls. I just really love boxer!Chloe  

lucia-ik  asked:

omg drunk keith is so cute. what would happen if keith got drunk for the first time infornt of the kids when they are teen. Somehow I think lance would have blast/could not believe that this is his daddy. And would it escalate if Shiro wasn't there?(Keith doesn't seem to have any impulse control when drunk) btw I love the little knb picture when I go to your askbox it's adorable!

LMAO Yes! Drunk Keith is worse than Shiro tbh. XD 

[The Voltron Family]  Shiro was away to attend one of those conferences for doctors outside of the state and Keith was missing him so bad. It has been 8 days now and Keith didn’t wanna be clingy but sometimes he just missed Shiro’s kisses and cuddles.

The kids were at a party of a friend of theirs and it was only 9pm but Keith drove there anyway to pick them up, despite saying he’d pick them up at 10, they were teens now after all. They earned it after acing all their exams. Keith arrived at the party and he entered frowning. Ugh. Teenagers are too rowdy at parties. Back in my days…crap, I sound like an old man.

He went looking for his three kids when some dude came up to him.

Some Dude: *offers a cup of beer* Whoa. You’re a new pretty face. Might I offer you some beer?
Keith: *glares* I’m a wine type of person and I’m old enough to be your father.
Some Dude: *chuckles* Right. Of course. I’m guessing you’re about 25 or 27 by the looks of it? *gives Keith a once over* *points at the leather jacket* *whistles* Nice.
Keith: *ignores* Where’s Lance, Pidge and Hunk? *looks around*
Some Dude: They’re by the library last time I saw them. 
Keith: Thanks. *leaves*
Some Dude: Hey! I have wine. Can’t have a guest walking around without a drink of their choice. *smiles*
Keith: *stops* Do you have 1947 Cheval Blanc?
Some Dude: *blinks* What? I have no idea what you’re talking about but we could check it out by the bar? *points at the bar* The bartender might know. *eyes Keith* You looked so stressed, man. You okay?
Keith: *sighs* I am the epitome of stress. 
Some Dude: Awww, sorry for hitting on you, man.
Keith: It’s fine.
Some Dude: I’m Leonard. Finals are over but you’re probably the type to stress over results, huh? Forget about it tonight. C’mon, let’s get you a drink. You need it. *places an arm around Keith’s shoulder*
Keith: Oh boy, do I. *rubs temples* 

Lance, Hunk and Pidge were about to leave the house to wait for their Daddy Keith to arrive to pick them up when Pidge spotted something.

Pidge: Oh sweet baby mac and cheese. Is that Dad by the bar?
Hunk and Lance: *turns around and sees Keith*

Keith was drunk and he was ranting and ranting to their poor friend Leonard who had to hear everything. The three teens approached the bar.

Keith: And then he would usually surprise me to a lunch date when he visits me at work. *sobs while taking another drink* Such a wonderful man and now… *hiccups* He’s not even here with me. 
Leonard: Oh damn. You have a bad case of love sickness.
Keith: *nods* I do and I hate the fact he’s out there somewhere miles away and I’m here like a mess. *turns to his side and sees a girl* *cups her face and leans in*
Hunk: Is Dad drunk?! *shocked* He would NEVER do THAT! 
Pidge: Dude, we gotta do something!
Lance: No no, wait, you guys. Let’s see what happens first. *amused* I’ve never seen Daddy Keith drunk—ever.
Girl: *smirks at Keith* Hey, pretty boy.
Keith: *scrunches his nose* Pretty boy. You’re not Shiro. *frowns* He calls me pretty boy when we snuggle at night. *cries* *hugs the girl* I miss him so much. I want to see him. *turns to another person* Do you know where Shiro is? He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Have you seen him?
Pidge: Wow. He got drunk because of Daddy Shiro.
Keith: *gets up from his seat* *wobbles as he walks towards the dance floor*
Hunk: Uh, guys, should we do something now?
Keith: *walks randomly to every guy and cups their face to look at them* *shakes head* Nope. Not Shiro. Not you. Too short. Too tall. Too lanky. Not my type. Leave. 
Lance: Are you guys seeing this? *laughs* This is GOLD. 
Hunk: No. This is horrifying! Daddy Keith’s so broken.
Some other random dude: *walks up to Keith dancing* Hey, sexy.
Keith: *glares at him* What are you doing?
Some other random dude: *chuckles* Thought we could have some fun tonight. *touches Keith’s arm*
Keith: *grips the guy’s hand* Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. Me. Only one man can touch me.
Some other random dude: *grins* Shit, that’s hot. I could be that—
Pidge: Dad! *shouts and approaches Keith*
Keith: *turns head* *smiles* Oh, baby girl. I came looking for you and *sees Lance and Hunk* your brothers.
Some other random dude: *looks at the three teens* Hey, I saw him first.
Keith: No, you didn’t. *glares* Shiro saw me first.  
Some other random dude: Who the heck is Shiro? 
Hunk, Lance and Pidge: Our Dad.
Keith: My husband.
Some other random dude: What the shit, dude? You’re married?!
Keith: I am. *teary eyed* And I miss him. I miss my husband. *sobs as he wipes his tears* I… *walks wobbling*
Hunk: I got you, Dad. *catches Keith and embraces him*
Keith: *sobs* I miss Takashi Shirogane. Bring me Takashi Shirogane. I love Takashi Shirogane. *clings to Hunk*

Hunk drove them all back home and they put Keith to bed. The following morning, Pidge handed him the phone. Shiro was on Skype.

Shiro: Hey, sweetheart. Good morning.
Keith: Shiro. *whispers*
Shiro: I heard what happened last night. *frowns*
Keith: Oh my god. *groans* 
Shiro: *chuckles* Hey, I think it’s nice to know you rejected everyone’s advances because they weren’t me.
Keith: *whispers not looking at Shiro* I only want you.
Shiro: *flushes* Keith, you’re not playing fair.
Keith: It’s true though.
Shiro: Why don’t we go out tonight on a date?
Keith: *shocked* *looks up* Tonight?
Shiro: *smiles* Yeah, I’m coming home, pretty boy.

Potential news about the Cour discourse!

By now, most of us are probably up and about Season 2 being only clash arc or clash and uprising, and are desperately craving for official clarification.

Curiously, one of season 2′s action animation directors, Imai Arifumi (whom you may recognize from the “Arifumi sketches”, spoke out on twitter to an inquiring fan. Here’s the exchange

(bless the man for responding even to English tweets) (x)

Now obviously this doesn’t answer the question BUT there are a few things we can take away from it, but lets consider these first.

1) He actually answered the tweet. Obviously these people receive a bunch of tweets from fans, but a lot of them often go unanswered, yet he chose to actually respond in his case. 

2)Staff obviously can’t and shouldn’t badmouth their own work, that makes for bad PR. But if the answer to the question were indeed a negative one, he wouldn’t be obliged to answer. That happens all the time.

3) Obviously, the staff can’t just go and reveal information yet to be released on their social media accounts, explaining the lack of information. 

With that in mind, a possible interpretation is that A) there are indeed going to be more episodes than just the clash arc, and they simply can’t announce it yet for whatever reason; or B) they’re sticking to Clash arc only but are still confident about it. 

Of course those interpretations may seem far fetched, but I’m trying to be optimistic, and Arifumi’s response seems like a reassuring thing, and right now I think we all need some reassurance on the matter.

Thank you @leapingtitan for telling me about this!

pokemaniacgemini  asked:

Ah! The angst begins already! *buckles up* bring it. Also, does that shirt say "best student"? Because it's so perfect if it does.

Whaaaat what angst, my dear friend? This one will be sooo daaaang fluffy you’ll curse my name over and over…

And yes - the sweater says ‘best student’. Toriel made it XD I have a fixiation that Toriel knitt and give everyone sweaters…usually with puns. She spared Papyrus this time tho…

So I’m going on a cruise to celebrate my 30th birthday in a few weeks and decided (thanks to all you beautiful bodyposi people out there in the tumblrverse) that it was time to wear my first ever bikini. The left photo is a torrid top and old navy bottom and the right is an old navy top and torrid bottom. I can’t decide which one I like better! Who even am I‽ do I just keep both? It is a 7 day cruise having more than one suit wouldn’t be a bad thing. Let me know what you think!

“Our contracts are completely dependent upon you agreeing to them first. For some reason, whenever a human regrets a bad choice they’ve made due to a difference in understanding from someone, they start to detest that person.”

Kyubey… In this case, “a difference in understanding” is that human not knowing all the information possible.

I have no idea if Incubators would gladly answer every question thrown their way. But I do know they sure love allowing their targets to stay in the dark. I mean, I guess no rational human would go through with the contract if they knew everything. Lying through omission is worth saving the universe.

Anyway, I must now wonder how in the heck Incubators grant wishes. They’re just aliens, right? How does that work?

Secrets, Songs and Bad Habits part 3

In which there is a first time for everything.

A/N: I have decided to make this a multi-chapter thing and I do hope you enjoy it. I used prompts 9, 12 and 76 from the dialogue prompts from @lightwoodstilinski68 because they inspired me xoxo

Pairing: Jughead X Reader

Warnings: Smut, smut with a sprinkle of smut and language on top!

“Jughead, why are you covered in mud?” you asked in a hissed whisper, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed as you eyed the sodden, muddy boy at your window.

“This is going to sound stupid and now I’m here I’m kinda wishing that I’d died of hypothermia on the way over here,” as he spoke in a hushed tone you could see wisps of his breath appearing in the bitter autumn air and mingling with the rain that poured relentlessly from the clouds above. You laughed at his notorious sardonic humour. “I uh-I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Somebody call an ambulance I think the ice king is melting,” you replied with a giggle, not being able to stop your heart from fluttering at his sweet gesture. He attempted to scowl at you but his attempt failed and turned quickly into a bashful smirk. “Get in here before you actually do die of hypothermia though Jug.”

You pulled grabbed his jacket and helped to tug him through the window, his long limbs struggling to fit through the small frame. He chuckled at your feeble effort at assistance as he was much too large for you to have any effect and you shushed him through a laugh of your own as your parents were just down the hall. Once he was inside he jammed his hands into his pockets and shifted uncomfortably in the middle of your room. You laughed at his demeanour and flopped onto your bed, beckoning him over with a wiggle of your finger. He grinned wildly and joined you on top of the fluffy blanket that sat on top of your duvet. You scowled at his attire, his shirt was soaked through and clinging to his lean frame, making him dither uncontrollably.

“What?” he asked you through chattering teeth and blue lips.

“You’re freezing in that thing just take it off,” you replied with a voice of concern.

“Woah (Y/N),” he began to feign shock but the smirk evident on his face told you that he was just messing with you, “I’ve never met someone so forwa-“

He was cut off abruptly by your lips on his. You placed your forehead on his before whispering for him to shut up. He looked you dead in the eyes with dilated pupils, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath he took. You bit your lip as you watched him shrug off his jacket and then away the shirt that was clinging to his creamy skin. He did not break eye contact. Slowly you rose from your seat, taking his clothes before turning and making your way over to your radiator, laying the garments out to dry. He watched, unable turn away as you stood in nothing but a t shirt and underwear, his jeans tightening up in a certain area. You could feel his gaze like flames on your back and you whipped your head around, not liking being ogled.

“What?” you asked, pouting at the boy on your bed, shirtless but still wearing his damp beanie. He was a sight to behold, water glistening on his skin, tousled curls framing his face and toned muscles relaxed with his plump lips parted slightly. To you he was perfect

“You…” he swallowed thickly, his Adams apple bobbed as he did so and adoration shone brightly in his light eyes “…you’re amazing.”

You blushed and gazed into eyes filled with sincerity and want. You moved towards him, straddling his lap and bringing your hands around his neck to thread your fingers through the raven hair at the base of his neck. Despite the cold from outside sneaking in through the open window, you were enveloped in heat, like fire blazed around the two of you, trapping you both in each other’s embrace. Your breath caught in your throat as he tenderly brought his hand to your face, pulling you in to meet his impatient lips. The kiss was slow, sensual and full of unspoken desires. Your hands slid down to trace the muscles in his back, your nails digging in as you ground your hips into his, searching for the delicious friction that you both craved. You could feel him hard against you and he moaned into your mouth at your movements. He pulled away from you reluctantly and you tilted your head at him curiously.

“(Y/N) I-uh-I’ve never done this before,” he whispered nervously. Your face immediately softened and you cupped his in your hands, kissing him lightly.

“Jug, you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have rush-“he cut you off this time, his lips melding with yours perfectly.

“I want to, please (Y/N)?” his eyes were full of truth and you searched them for any uncertainty but you found none. “I want you (Y/N)…teach me how.”


Your lips reconnected, fuelled by a new desperation, a new passion. You were both needy, both needing to be as close as possible to one and other all at once. You ground into him again and his breathing hitched. You moved your head to kiss his jaw, then moving to his ear, nibbling on the lobe and whispering a simple “I want you too, more than anything” into his ear to which he smiled leaned into your touch. Your lips trailed down his neck, sucking at his sweet spots and leaving purple marks in your wake. You continued your path down his lean chest, kissing and nipping at his silken skin as you went. You reached his belt and as you unbuckled it you looked up briefly to see him leant back on his elbows, eyes closed and teeth biting his lip so hard it could draw blood. You smiled to yourself at the sight.



“Open your eyes.”

He peered down at you, nervousness evident on his face. You palmed him through the thin fabric of his boxers, eliciting a gasp from the boy before you. Slowly, you inched down the waistband of his underwear, his member springing free. You moved your hand down its length lightly, testing the waters. Then up again, increasing the pressure and thus his reaction. You continued to pump his shaft, prompting a satisfying string of hissed expletives from Jughead. You knew he was close and so all too soon you stopped your ministrations earning a disappointed groan from Jughead. You smirked, standing up quickly and making your way over to a large teddy bear that sat in one corner of your room.

“Interesting fetish…” Jughead trailed off clearly confused and slightly afraid. You simply scoffed and turned the teddy around to reveal an opening in its back. You fished around before pulling out a condom and holding it up for hi to see, grinning triumphantly.

“It’s where I hide all of my contraband, cigarettes and stuff,” you replied nonchalantly in response to his questioning look. He snorted and shook his head fondly at you.

“I’ll have to remember that one.”

You made your way over to him, tore open the packet and slid the condom onto his large length. Then you crawled back up onto him, straddling his hips once more. His hands cautiously toyed with the hem of your t-shirt and you gave him an encouraging nod. He lifted it over your head, exposing your bare chest to him. His hand reached up to cup your breast, relishing in the feeling of his hand on your skin. You moaned as his finger circled your sensitive nipple and he smirked at the effect that he’d had on you. One of his hands moved to rest on your butt, squeezing lightly whilst the other hooked around the waistband of your lacy thong, easing it down your thighs lightly. The anticipation was enough to drive you to insanity and you wiggled out of your underwear impatiently, flinging them into no direction in particular.

Tonight was all about Jughead, you wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to make his first time amazing as you hadn’t had such privilege.

“You ready Juggie?” you asked tenderly, you wanted to make sure that he was one hundred percent certain.

“(Y/N) I’ve never been surer of anything in my life!”

With that you sank down onto him, the sensation causing you both to gasp. You leant down, placing your palms on his chest and slipping your tongue between his lips in a heated kiss. You began to move delightfully slowly prompting a strangled moan from deep within Jughead’s throat. You took that as your cue to speed up, pleasuring him beyond belief. You beamed down at him, biting your lip as he lay, panting and moaning beneath you with his eyes closed in absolute bliss. You were torn from your gaze as you felt him buck his hips and involuntarily thrust further into you sending a new wave of unimaginable pleasure to your core. His thrusting continued and he opened his eyes too peer at you – your lips formed in a perfect “O” shape, soft mewls escaping your throat. You reconnected your lips in a sloppy kiss, unable to focus from the intense pleasure building in your stomach.

“(Y/N), I think I’m gonna-“with a final thrust into you Jughead lost it, letting out your name in a husky moan that sent you over the edge. You clenched around him, riding out your high until you collapsed onto him, completely spent.

You clambered off him and wiggled around to pull the covers over you both before curling into his side, kissing his chest sweetly.

“I just remembered, you haven’t had a smoke,” he drawled lazily.

“It’s okay, this was way better than any cigarette,” you purred and he smiled down at you, placing a kiss to your forehead. “So…how was it for you?” you asked apprehensively hoping that he enjoyed himself because you certainly did.

“Well…” he trailed off, mocking a grimace and you smacked him lightly on the arm, pouting at his joke. “In all seriousness now I understand why Archie is so obsessed with the whole sex thing.”

“Archie? As in Archie Andrews, ginger jock guy?”

“Yeah, why?” he asked, frowning down at you in something that could have been confusion or annoyance, you weren’t quite sure but it made you tense up.

“I-uh, he just asked me to perform in the talent show with him, singing with him that’s all.”

“Since when?” Jughead demanded, propping himself up on his arms, beanie falling off and sweaty tendrils of hair plastered to his forehead. He didn’t understand why you were so chirpy about it.

“Since the other day, after the pep rally,” you smiled up at him, you were glad to be getting on well with his apparent friends. “Valerie couldn’t do it ‘cus of the cats and all so he asked if I’d maybe step in.”

“You can’t do it!” his voice had become harsh and raised and his brows furrowed, deep-set eyes glairing at you angrily.

“Sorry I didn’t realise that I needed your permission,” you spat sarcastically, pulling away from him abruptly.

“He’s my friend, (Y/N) and if he finds out about us – if you let something slip then all my friends will know!”

“Why are you acting as if that’s such an awful thing Jughead? Are you ashamed of me or something?” You demanded, eyes stinging with unshed tears that were threatening to spill as you leapt out of your bed, grabbing your robe and covering yourself with it.

“(Y/N) we’ve talked about this it’s not gonna happ-“

“We’ve talked about it, yeah but you’ve never given me a reason Jug!” You were hissing now, wanting to cry out in frustration but being acutely aware of your parents sleeping at the other end of the hall. “I won’t be your dirty little secret anymore, I can’t.”

“(Y/N) that’s all I can give you, us in secret, take it or leave it,” he spat defiantly. A single tear trickled down your cheek as your heart fractured.

“I can’t Jughead, I’m sorry I’m leaving it…leaving you.”


With that he gathered his clothes, tugging on his jeans and throwing his jacket on before clambering out of your window, shirt balled up in his fist and stalking off into the night.

You were left alone, wondering how your first fight with Jughead had become the very last.

Bodyguard | Chapter 2

Reader x Jackson

Genre: Boss!Jackson

A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long, I’ll try to add new chapters of bodyguard on fridays, but I’m not sure how it’ll go, as I have to study for my exams that I have in may. D: Anyways, I hope you like it. :>


The first day wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The “no speaking” rule didn’t really work, because Jackson was talking to me all the time. I was amazed that he could focus on two activities at the same time. I got to know him a little. He told me, that his father was a founder of the company, but he decided to leave to the States with his mother to live a calm life. He opened up a little shop and worked there full time. Jackson said that he was tired of working all the time. That’s how Jackson got to this point in his career. He just replaced his father. Before, he was really into fencing and music, but he gave that up. I felt a little sorry for him, but he told me not to. He said, that if he kept on training he wouldn’t be able to afford a life he’s living right now.
“Y/N, it’s time to go” I looked at Jackson who was standing up from his desk.
“Oh, of course.” I said, following him out of his office.
He said bye to Jihee and she said her goodbyes too, bowing lightly. She looked at me with such a disguist that I thought she will throw up any minute. Oh well.
When we got to the parking lot, Jackson went straight to the black, fancy car. You could see right away, that someone important is in that car. An older man was standing next to the car, and bowed when he saw Jackson. We got inside and drove to his house. The ride was silent, which made me feel a little awkward. Jackson was sitting in the back, going through some papers, while I was next to the driver, just looking out of the window. Soon I saw a really big house. The building was really nice. Some walls were replaced by windows, giving a modern vibe. It had two floors, and on the right side there was a garage that we drove inside. I got off and opened the doors for Jackson.
“You can go, Kyu. See you tomorrow” He said and looked at me. “Do you want a drink?”
His proposition caught me off guard. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
“Oh, c'mon, Y/N. Just one beer. You seem to be really awkward with me, so let’s break the ice. Plus, I’m tired of drinking alone. I need company.” He said, pounting at me. Well, that’s not how boss should act, I thought.
“But it’s Monday, you should be going to the gym today.” I noticed, looking at him.
“I know” He shruged. “I don’t feel like going , I’m too tired. Besides, I wasn’t asking”
I sighed “Okay, but only one drink.” Jackson smiled lightly at me, and went inside the house.
As I expected everything was fancy. Everything was in white and black and his living room was so huge, that could fit my whole apartament. In one corner he had a black couch and in front of it was huge tv. He had a lot of the bookshelfs, just like in his office. On the other corner he had a mini bar, with all of the fancy liquors exhibited on the shelfs behind the glass.
“So, what would you like to drink?” Jackson asked, walking towards the bar. He took off his jacket and thrown it onto the couch.
“Uh, whiskey and coke” I said, sitting on the couch. I know I said beer, but I was tempted.
I pulled off my phone to check  if I had any messeges. And I had. Almost 30, all from the same person. I could feel tension running down my spine, as I shoved it into my purse.
“Y/N”  I almost jumped out of my body when I heard Jacksons voice. “Are you listening to me?”
“Oh, sorry. I got lost in my thoughts. What were you saying?” I chuckled lighlty, trying to act as nothing had happened.
“I asked why you want to be a bodyguard” He handed me my drink and I took a small sip.
The familiar taste of alcohol mixed coke spread across my mouth, and I could feel it going down my throat, burning a little bit.
“Well, to be honest, I don’t really know. I guess I wanted to, you know, protect someone. Plus, I trained martial arts since I was ten, so I guess I wanted to use it in a useful way.”
He nodded his head, taking a sip out of his drink. That’s how my evening passed at Jackson’s house. We were talking, drinking and getting to know about each other. Well, mostly he got to know me, as I got the vibe from him, that he didn’t really wanted to talk about himself.
“Oh, that’s you?” I pointed at a photo hanging down the wall. It showed a kid in a fencing uniform, smiling for the picture.
“Yeah, that’s me.” He said. “I was… about fifteen when this photo was taken. Good times, good times” He mumbled, more to himself than to me.
“Did you liked it? I mean, fencing”
“Well… I actually almost went to the Olympics. But things didn’t went as I planned” He chuckled, while brushing through his hair with fingers.
“You must miss it, huh?” I looked at him fascinated.
“Yeah… but let’s not talk about that.” I noticed as his face changed a little bit, but I couldn’t name the feeling, as it was replaced by a soft smile. He wanted to say something, but his phone rang. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll be right back”.
I watched  as Jackson went to the other room, answernig the phone. Taking a  sip of my drink, I took a glance at my own phone. As I expected, I had over 10 messeges, again. I took a deep breath and pressed the button, making a call.
“Y/N, baby, where are you? It’s really late, when are you coming home?” I heard my boyfriend’s voice and I could say that he tried hiding his anger.
“I’m sorry, I’ll be back soon.” I said, nervously fixing my hair. “Oppa, do you have friends over?”  
“Yes” He whispered. “So get over here and stop embarrassing me. You were supposed to be here an hour ago!”
“I know, I’m sorry but I had to stay longer, I’m sorry. I’ll be leaving in fifteen minutes. Don’t be mad, please!” I begged, trying to not let the tears fall down my face.
“Hurry.” And with that he hung up on me.
I bit my lower lip, whiping tears with the back of my hand.  I shoved my phone into my pocket when Jackson came back. He smiled lightly, sitting on the couch.
“I’m sorry, business can’t wait.” He chuckled. “And talking about business, tomorrow we’re going on a charity event. I’m sorry, I just got the invitation, so I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get a dress delivered to you in the morning.”
“It’s okay, I’m sure I’ll find something.” I looked at my phone, sighing. “It’s getting late, I should get going.”
“Oh, sure… I’m sorry I kept you this long, even though you didn’t have to.” Jackson stood up and I did the same.
“It’s okay. I actually had a really nice time, thank you.” I took all of my belongings and headed to the front doors.
“I had a really nice time, too.” He followed my foot steps. “I haven’t realized how much I missed having some company, to be honest.”
I looked at him and saw a sad smile plastered on his face. I felt sorry for him, I could tell how lonely he was. But I couldn’t figure out why. Maybe he just chose that type of living, but I highly doubt that. If he did, he wouldn’t seem so sad and alone.
“Well, If you’ll need a company in the future, you can call me.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”  
“Well, I am on your every call, remember?” I chuckled, fixing my hair. “It doesn’t matter if you’re in danger or just need a drinking buddy”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smirked. “So, see you tomorrow at 5?”
“Sure” I said, walking out of the house.
“Be safe” I glanced at him and saw him waving.
“C'mon, I’m a bodyguard. I’m always safe and sound” I waved, turning my back on him.
As I was walking away I could hear a high-pitched laugh and I couldn’t hold myself from laughter.

anonymous asked:

6 for Gruvia please if that's ok

Yes!! Of course it’s okay! Thank you for asking! I’m sorry this took a while, but I do hope you enjoy it! ;)

Modern Day AU


Summary- Gray was positive that Juvia Lockser was going to be the death of them. The bad thing was, she knew what she was doing. The worst thing- Gray was fully enjoying it.

It had been Natsu’s idea to go clubbing, and though Gray usually wasn’t the type to do that kind of thing, he knew Juvia had been wanting to go for a while now. Him and Natsu arrived at the club first, it was just nearing ten at night and the club was getting packed. Gray frowned, grabbing the collar end of his white v-neck shirt and pulling it out some to give him some air.

“I see a booth,” Natsu pointed to across the room, and they were able to shuffle their way across. “Luce said they’ll be here any minute,” he said, sliding into one side of the booth as Gray did the other.

It didn’t take long for the girls to arrive, but as soon as they did, Gray knew it. He could feel her blazing brown eyes immediately, and as he turned to meet her gaze, her throat tightened and the air left him as if he had got punched in the gut.

The tight black halter dress Juvia wore fit her like a glove. It was buttoned up neatly at the back of her neck, with a long, teasing slit just between her breasts that stopped just above her navel. It was enough to cause Gray to shift uncomfortably in his seat. Her skirt was snug around her hips and stopped just a few inches past her bottom. The dark fabric gave her creamy legs a wonderful glow, and Gray wanted nothing more than to run his hands up them… He cleared his throat, trying his best to cool down, but the glittering silver platform heels she wore did not help.

Gray was vaguely aware of what Lucy was wearing because all he could focus on was Juvia. She walked towards him like she was on a runway of some sort, her hips swaying alluringly.

“Gray-sama,” her voice was like a caress as she slid in the booth beside him.

“Juvia,” he greeted back, his eyes now roaming down her bareback as she told Lucy what she wanted to drink. Her blue hair was curled and pinned up in a neat ponytail. Gray let out a long sigh as he adverted his eyes from his girlfriend. He had seen her wear dresses like this before, and they all had this affect on him and she knew it.

Lucy and Natsu got up to dance as Juvia got her drink. It seemed to be some fruity margarita. Gray watched her closely as she licked her lips slowly before taking the straw between her full lips and sucking.

Gray let out a groan, his eyes drifting to the ceiling. Kami help him to make it through the night…

“Gray-Sama?” Juvia turned towards him, a small smile on her lips. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he assured, the corner of his lips curving slightly. He would be fine, he could handle this… It was just a dress, after all.

They talked for a few minutes, and Gray found himself doing great. If he just kept his face focused on Juvia’s pretty little face then it was fine. The only problem being that sometimes she gave him this smoldering look that made him want to kiss her breathless.

“Oh, Gray-sama, we should go dance!” Juvia told him as she watched Lucy and Natsu.

“I’m going to need more to drink first,” he stated flatly. He wasn’t much of a dancer, but if it made Juvia happy, then he would do it.

Juvia bounced up in excitement and headed towards Lucy and Natsu as Gray went up to the bar. He smirked as he saw her and Lucy wrap their arms around each other in a dance. Beside them, Natsu was throwing out moves, unfazed at how many people were watching him with amused expressions. 

Gray wasn’t gone for long. Five minutes at most, enough time for him to take a couple of shots so his mind was buzzing. All he knew is by the time he walked out to the dance floor to get Juvia, some guy was trying to hit on her. Now usually, Gray wasn’t the jealous type, because he knew Juvia loved him and he trusted her completely. It was the guys he didn’t trust, and how she was dressed tonight, he knew exactly what that guy was wanting to accomplish.

“Come on Sweetie, one dance,” Gray could hear the guy slur.

“Please don’t call Juvia Sweetie,” she frowned uncomfortably. “And no, Juvia will not dance with you, she’s waiting for Gray-sama,” she shifted her body away from him.

“Come on,” the guy reached out his arm to grab her, and Gray was quick to act.

He grabbed the man’s wrist, tightly, a dark glare clouding his eyes as his lips began to twitch. “Don’t touch my girlfriend,” he snarled.

“Geeze man!” The stranger hissed, rubbing his red wrist once Gray let him go.

Juvia turned to face Gray, a small smirk on her lips. Gray usually didn’t get jealous, and she would never try to make him so, but when he did, she couldn’t help but get a little excited.

Gray wrapped an arm around Juvia’s waist, pulling her close to him as one of his hands tilted her chin up so he could kiss her. It wasn’t his usual thing, to be so open about kissing in public, but at the moment, he didn’t care. He just wanted that guy -for everyone - to know that Juvia was his.

He kissed her slowly as she wrapped an arm around his neck to bring him closer. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip, asking for entrance and she granted it to him.

They kissed, ignoring the club around them like they were the only ones there. Their bodies slowly melting against each other as Gray’s held Juvia’s hips close to his.

“Get a room you two,” Natsu snorted, giving Gray a gentle shove with his elbow as he danced with Lucy.

The blonde giggled as Juvia’s cheeks darkened. “They’re just having a little fun,” Lucy told her boyfriend with a grin.

“Actually, that’s a good idea,” Gray told his friend. He smirked down at his girlfriend, “what do you say we finish dancing at my place?” He sent her a wink.

It took all of Juvia’s composure not to squeal and jump into his arms. She nodded her head happily, placing her hands in his. “Juvia thinks that’s a great idea, indeed.”

Gray snickered, giving Lucy and Natsu a wave as him and Juvia made their way through the crowd and into the cool night air. His eyes found her in the dim light of the streetlights and as he grinned, he saw her eyes sparkling in excitement. He couldn’t wait to take her home…

Imagine working for the club and the guys only ever seeing you in your overalls at work.They have never seen you all dolled up but Gemma has and when the club needs a bad girl that the rival gang wouldn’t recognise so she could seduce them, Gemma volunteered you. At first the guys were hesitant about it but agree because they don’t have any other choice. They doubt that your were going to look hot but once they saw you they took back every word.

Originally posted by mariamjibladze


Imagine a away mission where McCoy is turned into an cat for the entire away mission. And nobody realizes it is him, as a cat, until the end. Cue McCoy complaining, “DID YOU JUST DO THAT”, “SPOCK, NO!”, “JIM, STOP TALKING THE MACHINE TO DEATH! THAT MACHINE IS GONNA EXPLODE WITH Y’ALL WITH IT!” OR” JIM, FLIRTING WITH THE BAD GUY IS NOT GOING TO SAVE YOUR ASS OR FROM MY CLAWS!” “RED SHIRT, NOOOO! DON’T DON’T DON’T DON—and now you are dead.” and no one pays attention to the cat that is hissing and attempting to speak and it is freaking everyone out.  McCoy is the grumpy cat that follows the away mission. Everyone finds out when Spock pets the cat and Spock is taken back at first. McCoy is turned to normal afterwards.



MCCOY, IN AN AU, AS M’BENGA’S PET CAT THAT GOES ON AWAY MISSIONS AND HAPPENS TO HAVE BEEN A HUMAN BEFORE BEING TURNED INTO A CAT. IT IS DUE TO A WAY MISSION THAT WENT WRONG BEFORE BEING ASSIGNED TO THE USS ENTERPRISE.  AND IT’S A PERMANENT THING, OR SO MCCOY THINKS, HE HAS RESIGNED HIMSELF TO HIS ANNOYING MISERABLE FATE. He is the cat that can talk (or not?) but no one ever listens to him for whatever reason. It’s annoying. McCoy gets himself drunk one time over cat nip and it’s hilarious. He becomes family to the Enterprise as a listener, a friend, and being McCoy as this gray and white cat. No one figures out that the cat “Bones” used to be a human. Cue ten, hilarious and never dull or boring years as a cat. McCoy enjoys himself by the time they start to figure it out.

thrashertshirt replied to your post “i mean im already incredibly hesitant on hearing people claim to be…”

no actually. im the same way because i feel like people want trauma to be cool now and its fucking annoying. i remember before in like 2015 it was taboo to even talk about your trauma without a bunch of uwu'ers telling u it will be okay and now its “i have did because my mom yelled at me for no going to bed on time” or some shit like that (i sent that early my bad)

for real - way back when i was in high school and was using a completely different website to first start talking about my trauma and kind of journal about it – i was told by countless people that i shouldn’t be talking about it, or “uvu it’ll b okay it gets better stay strong(:” and all of that other pseudo-positivity bullshit that does absolutely nothing for victims or survivors. or the very first time that i tried to tell my story, i had a bunch of people coming @ me like “this is obviously fake and here’s why” and “this isn’t true nobody has it this bad” and “if this really happened you wouldn’t be talking about it” and just the same generic bullshit that people throw at survivors to shut them up

only now, everybody wants to be a survivor and everybody wants to be traumatized for the most insignificant, petty, trivial bullshit and if you call it out or say “lol this isnt trauma stop invading spaces that dont belong to you” you get an angry mob of children coming after you screaming about how you “invalidated them” while the people who are actual survivors still aren’t really able to talk about it. you talk about it one place, you get people going “uvu stay strong itll b okay” or treating it like a taboo and so you make trauma survivor spaces to talk about it with other people who understand and then those get torn apart by the very same people insisting they have the right to enter them – when we made those spaces to get away from those exact fucking people aslfjasldfjaslj sl jfuCK

anonymous asked:

hey!! ive recently gotten obsessed with ks and i told my friends about it. They were absolutely disgusted and every time I wanna talk about it they throw insults and tell me that I shouldn't be reading it. I'm going to a con in June where I'm cosplaying as yoonbum and they keep trying to get me to change it as it 'might cause problems'. I don't know what to do.

Hey back! Sorry if I got to this late, but I still hope you see this anon.

Alright, this is my personal advice to you;

First off, you are not disgusting for reading/enjoying Killing Stalking. At all. If you have to, go look in a mirror and tell yourself that. Trust me, I’ve seen worse, and I’ve shipped worse, than Killing Stalking. They don’t know what disgusting looks like. Not to put anyone down, but, really, KS isn’t that bad.

Also, I think you’re very brave, and obviously trusted your friends, to tell them you like this manhwa. 

I don’t think they’re good friends, nice people, and sure as heck don’t deserve a friend like you. A friend, true friend, a good friend, doesn’t treat you this way over your fictional interests; I know this, because since middle school, I’ve shared anything and everything I found appealing in fiction– like incest ships, unhealthy ships, toxic faves, explicit and smutty fanfictions, tentacle dicks –man, we were a mess, we shouldn’t of even read and seen what we did being in middle school, but, teenagers do dumbshit and get into everything despite warnings, so we knew what we were doing.
We all shared and, even if we didn’t find certain interests of ours appealing,
we did not bash or call each other disgusting and that we should stop reading/watching something. To this day, we still support each other, and know that it’s just fiction and we all have different interests and disinterests. 

Honestly, I would find new friends– and this is my personal feelings and advice –and I wouldn’t stand for friends that called me disgusting and such because I enjoy a fictional story. I can understand if they don’t like it or support it, but they have no right to do and say what they are to anyone, especially someone they call a “friend.” I know it’s not easy breaking platonic relationships, as much as it is breaking romantic ones, but they do not sound like a good bunch to hang around, so I would leave that circle of “purity” and go find others who understand and are accepting.

Also, if your friends think it “might cause problems,” then they need to be good friends and have your back. If I was to go with a friend to a con, and people actually tried to confront them just over their cosplay, I would instantly get aggressive and even physical– if my aggressive and cold reaction doesn’t scare them off first. Friends have each others backs, friends are there for each other through thick and thin– true and good friends are asshole’s who love you and will stand by your side. 
I have seen antis on here who proudly state, “If I see a KS cosplayer at this con…” and it’s absolutely toxic and disgusting behavior. I hardly doubt they’d actually do anything, considering they aren’t hiding behind a screen and could get physically pushed back fast. Even so, I will repeat it again; find new friends, friends that support you, and will protect you and be by your side incase someone does try to look like tough shit– not to mention, I do believe other con-goers and cosplayers will stand up for you if someone is harassing or bullying another con-goer over their cosplay. Cons are a “safe” place for cosplayers– if someone has a problem with someone’s cosplay, then it’s their responsibility to not go near that cosplayer, or, just leave the convention if it’s really that big of a deal. If you’re going to a convention, you’re old enough and mature enough to do this.

If anything, take a trusted family-member if you can’t “find” new friends before the con who are going– again, in my opinion. But, I think, before breaking it off officially with them, I would try confronting them, or at least one at a time, and explain to them what they are doing to you, how manipulative it is, and how it feels having a friend call you disgusting, in a serious tone. Talk to them, try to make them see what they are doing is not friendly behavior– and if they won’t budge, then I would tell them they will be losing a friend since they care so much about a fictional story, that it turns them into manipulative bullies and shows their ass (who they really are).

I support your choice of cosplay; people are allowed to cosplay who they want, whatever fictional character they want. It’s not a crime, you aren’t hurting anyone, and you are doing this for fun, and that’s what matters. If you’ll enjoy it and you’ll have fun. I would love to see your cosplay, when it’s finished maybe!

So, that’s my advice–  of course, do what you think is right and what will make you happy and comfortable. I hope things get better for you anon, and I hope you have a great time at that con.

adricdepsycho  asked:

So I understand the complaints about Steven Universe going off model and agree with them, but what are these complaints about color palette that I've seen crop up lately? Also, do you think that sometimes the discussion of the off model animation gets in the way of episode discussion? I really liked Room for Ruby (helped that it was just what I needed after going through a bad bout of depression), but it felt like more people were taking about the animation than the episode itself.

First of all, I’m currently writing a script that is about the critique of the art design of Steven Universe, coming from a perspective of someone with (some, not a lot) studio experience AND as a long term fan. Just throwing that out there. See it next year knowing my schedule. But still, working on it! 

I don’t remember Steven Universe fandom ever discussion the show outside of speculating on what’s to come (fusions or homeworld), trying to piecing together the leaks into what the episodes about, shipping characters.

I’m actually not all that jazz about Room for Ruby. I like the concept of the episode, but Navy’s voice was hard to listen to for long periods of time. Doesn’t help that the reveal was ruined by an article the day before it came out.  

1. A middle aged woman called me ma'am today???
2. My parents’ elderly neighbor, Jack, (who is very sweet) saw me outside and came over to talk to me. This was the first interaction we had;

Jack: Hi there, Kristen!
Me: Hey, Jack! How are you?
Jack: Much better, thank you. So I heard you’re 27 now?
Me: ha ha yep it’s true
Jack: Are you married?
Me: …nope ha ha
Jack: Ah, too bad. (Pause) Well! How’s the education going?

anonymous asked:

Do you have any favourite followers /blogs youre following?

This is actually my very first ask and I’m so excited!!! Thankyou :)

Gosh there’s heaps and I’m sure ill end up leaving a bunch out! But a few are @rowan-buzzard-whitethorn @feysandsmut @propshophannah @vilya1 @vukica10 @elidexlorcan @readinglikewildfire @incorrectacomafquotes Also for super awesome art check @meabhd @pojainter and for meta @highfaelucien and @abookandacoffee

Ahhh I feel bad cause know I’m leaving so many out but honestly just go through my blog and see who I reblog from is probs your best bet.

anonymous asked:


unpopular opinion: every time i look at a rpt’s post they got smth to say abt hte rpc not being good enough like it used to n yadda yadda people going ghost uM HELLO!!!!! BITCH!!!! IT’S MARCH. PPL ARENT ON VACATION. THEY GOT STUFF TO DEW THEY GOT LIFES. THEY TRY TO BE ALL CONDESCENDING N SHIT N try to make ppl feel BAD for not applying to things LIKE ….. IF IT MEANS PRACTICING SELF CARE AND PUTTING MYSELF FIRST BEFORE APPLYING TO UR 24 HR ACTIVITY LIMIT AINT SHIT RP THEN …I WILL DO JUST THAT… not bending over backwards…perhaps chill and wait for the summer ….especially w these new aesthetics n shit u think repyign to stuff is easy? takes me an hour to do one like im tired……anyway im done rambling