but nothing else works really

  • Emma: Okay kid, let's take that canoeing trip.
  • Henry: Do you really think now is the best time for a canoeing trip?
  • Emma: Of course. I know how important it is to you. That's why we constantly mention our plans to go canoeing. Not a day goes by that we don't curse the newest villain for trying to destroy the town because it delays our chance to canoe.
  • Henry: When have we ever talked about canoeing?
  • Emma: This might be our only chance to go off and do this before Gideon regroups and attacks me again.
  • Henry: Was the canoeing trip even my idea?
  • Emma: Let's go make one last memory as mother and son before the forces of evil attack again and the show remembers that I'm the main character.
  • Henry: Oh! This is a plot dodging trip.
  • Emma: Obviously. And it would work a lot better if you played along.
  • Henry: You're still bringing your gun in case Gideon decides to poof in and attack us on the river though, right?
  • Emma: Of course.
  • Henry: Canoeing is my passion.
  • Emma: There we go.
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By Organization for Transformative Works

Pairing: Drarry

Warnings: Fluff & Nothing Else Really. 

One Shot, ~3K Words

Summary: Draco works as a librarian. Harry visits often and attempts (possibly) to flirt with Draco through his choice of books. Draco is not getting it. At all.

Loves:
A very short fanfic that is awesome for a quick fix of your daily dose of Drarry. Here we have an Oblivious!Draco and Harry flirting with him for a change - it’s lovely to see Draco getting court. Cute little setting in the library where Harry asks Draco to check him out and Draco obviously only thought he meant checking out the books Harry borrowed.

Dedicated To: sarcasticladybug

I'm not the one A.I.

Summary: Why in the world would you want to break your soulmate clock just so you could be with me? The guy who isn’t even supposed to be with you.

(PART ONE OF MANY TO COME)

Your day was normal just like any other day. You woke up, went to work, went home, ate, slept. Nothing else ever really happened in that time. This time, work was more interesting. You worked as a waitress at this really good pizza place. You take orders and give them to the cooks, obviously. That part was the best. There’s this really cute guy who makes the pizzas here. His name is Ashton, you’d surely go after him, but you already know that he isn’t your soulmate. You’ve still got three years, 46 days, 23 minutes, and 12 seconds until you actually find him. 11 now, but that isn’t the point.

     The point is, you would love to go out with him, you’d  love for him to be your soulmate. He’s funny, caring, kind, sweet, and overall amazing. Ashton Irwin is the most amazing human being. Every time you walked over to give him the customer’s order, he’ll brush your hand with his long fingertips and give a subtle wink which makes your knees weak. This time wasn’t any different.

     “Hey Ashton, here’s another order for you.“ You said casually as you walked over to hand him the small slip of paper. He brushed your hand with his fingers and smirked.

     "Thank you Y/N. I’ll get right on it.” He smirked some more and walked to the back of the kitchen. You sighed dreamily and walked back out to the dining area to take more orders. When the customer’s pizza was ready, Ashton called you over to him.

     “So, I know this isn’t really what people do since we obviously aren’t soulmates. But, I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee with me sometime?” He asked carefully, “Unless you already found your soulmate than if so just forget about it ok?” He asked again with a slight tint to his face.

     You giggled and nodded your head. “Of course I’ll go out with you. And no, I haven’t found my soulmate and I won’t for three more years.” You added in with a smile. Ashton smiled at this. A large smile that showed his pearly white teeth.

     “It’s a date than, glad I have three years to impress you.” He said while you giggled at his humor. You shook your head and wrote down your number on a piece of a napkin you saw next to him, and your favorite black pen you keep in your apron.

     “Give me a call sometime and we’ll work out the details for this date. But, for right now, I’m on the clock so I have to get back to work.” You said as you grabbed the pizza while, quite obviously, grazing your fingertips over his hands. You threw a smirk over your shoulder as you walked back to the table who ordered this pizza. You could still hear his beautiful laugh while you walked away.

     “I’ll be looking forward to this date!” He yelled as you were far away from him now. You turned to face him and smiled brightly, “Me too.” You called back and continued your shift at work, smiling and daydreaming about your date with Ashton.

You know, a couple months ago I wouldn’t have even thought about cursing at all. Like even just typing curse words. But now, after dealing with the complete and utter bullshit that is senior year of high school, I honestly don’t care anymore. I have yet to actually speak the f word, but I’ve typed it plenty and will probably progress to saying it by the end of this year. I’ve just found that nothing else really works to convey how DONE I am with high school and the people in it. College, please come faster, I’m begging you. And more specifically may/June because may= acowar and June=maybe me and my sister going to Iceland

I hate when I show people my drawings and they’re like “yea cool” or “I like it” in the least enthusiastic way possible. Like, first, it’s an honor you’ve even gotten the chance to see them considering how closed off I am to some people. second, I work really hard on it. I have absolutely nothing else to offer, so when I draw I’m putting all of my heart and soul into it. It hurts so bad that the one thing I can do without anyone telling me I’m wrong for the way I do it absolutely no one gives a shit about. it just. it sucks you know?

nellcher  asked:

Sycamore as a dad is a 10/10 concept but let me bring you this: The professor finding out his s/o is pregnant. Bonus if his s/o kept giving him hints but the man is so oblivious he couldn't catch it at first

GOD!!! I’M LIVING!!! THIS IS GONNA BE SO LONG BUT I LOVE THIS SYCAMORE IS SUCH HUSBAND MATERIAL!!!

Professor Sycamore versus Pregnancy

Round 1 
(the first twelve weeks)

- Sycamore honestly just thinks that his S/O is sick when he catches them with their head shoved halfway down the toilet, and is genuinely concerned but when it stops after a few days, he writes it off as the flu
when it happens a few days every week tho, he’s like ‘we gotta go to the doctor’ like this man’s doctorate is useless. he is a doctor in cute animals not people problems. His S/O talks him down from a doctors visit but he still brings them a bunch of vitamins and like anti-nausea medicines until the sickness seems to go away after a month or so and he forgets about it.

- When his S/O starts tossing and turning in the night, Sycamore is quick to figure out that their need for cuddling has gone way up - he loves it but he worries about his S/O’s sleep cycle and health when he’s away at conferences and has to pull all-nighters at the lab. Of course, he just thinks it’s that they’re just getting closer as a couple.

- To be honest, both of them might be in the dark at this point, but so far,
Sycamore Status: Oblivious as Hell

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spent all of yesterday walking through steep forest paths in the mountains overlooking a romanian medieval fortress, got my socks soaked from walking through ankle-height snow in tennis shoes and was probably one slip away from sliding to my death through mud and snow but I have never felt deeper satisfaction than when we reached the peak and sat in the warm spring sunlight, listening to the trees sway in the cold wind

Heatwave

Written for @trashytacosan who like I wanna make love to because this AU is just my life now. Thanks for commissioning me, bitch. Based on her story The Alpha King and I which y’all should go read! For anyone else, Haru is basically a former reincarnation of Oikawa Tooru, so read it with that pairing in mind ;) Also, fair warning, it’s abo. Enjoy!


It was insulting. Haru could hardly get in a solid breath; his blood was rushing far too fast and he was burning with too much adrenaline to really think clearly. But he didn’t have to exactly, because so long as his nails and teeth were working then nothing else really mattered.

The nerve of that low-born. To come up to his mate, to try and seduce his alpha, when everyone knew damn well that the King was loyal to him and him alone—

“Haru,” Iwa’s voice was a calm lull, the pair having retired to their bedroom for the night, the banquet officially over. “You didn’t have to go that far—”

“A subordinate must know their place. I simply showed it to them.” He was keeping himself busy, anxiously pulling at his jewelry and trying to burn off the rush he felt in his veins.

Iwa draped his arms over the omega, nuzzling him. “Jealous?”

Haru smacked him away, before pulling him back in by the front of his robes, and kissing him in a way that was more of a bite to his bottom lip. “I have every right,” he growled, letting the alpha go, and separating himself, sitting down in front of his vanity in agitation, tossing the jewels and beginning to angrily pull the adornments from his hair.

“Fuck you’re so sexy when you’re angry.” The alpha hugged him from behind again, nipping and licking at the omega’s scent glands.

Haru shivered, stiffening in a way that was somewhat foreign, because he was usually a bit better at holding back, especially when he was upset, but Iwa was sucking now, the threat of his teeth so very close to their bond mark, and Haru could feel the slick starting to pool between the fabric of his kimono.

“Don’t—”

Iwa bit, and Haru cooed happily, purring and nuzzling into his alpha, every bit of agitation seeming to melt under the alpha’s fangs.

Iwaizumi couldn’t help but find the sudden affection a little strange, knowing his omega to be a bit more feisty, but he wasn’t about to complain now. Without wasting time, he picked his omega up, carrying him to bed.

“H-Hajime…” Haru tugged at the robes, feeling a new rush in his blood he refused to ignore.

“Yes?” The alpha placed him down, only half-listening as he tugged at the front of Haru’s sheer kimono.

“Touch me.”

That seemed to have the alpha’s full attention.

“Yes,” he kissed him with the kind of smirk that made the omega’s heart beat fast. It didn’t take him very long to have them both stripped, not when Haru was tugging and begging the way he was, and before Iwa really had the chance to take control, Haru had pushed the alpha’s head between his thighs.

“Please.”

Iwa didn’t need the request, tongue already pressed up against Haru’s throbbing entrance, reveling in how ready the omega was.

“You’re really wet today.”

Milky thighs squeezed against Hajime’s head, and he knew well enough to shut up, giving his omega exactly what he wanted.

Gods, he was delicious. More so than usual. And a mewling Haru was something Hajime loved deeply, especially because those squeals were caused by his tongue, and only his tongue, which gave Iwa goosebumps, thinking about how Haru would look once he gave him something even better.

“Hajime—“ Haru choked, hips bucking and back arching, slender fingers tightening in fists around the alpha’s hair, “Hajime I’m—”

The alpha growled into his mate’s heat, granting permission, and fuck if it wasn’t the hardest Haru had ever come into his mouth, convulsing and squeezing his thighs and for a moment the alpha couldn’t breathe but fuck if he cared.

Haru was so deliciously sweet.

The omega was panting, curling in on himself once Iwa pulled away, murmuring and snuggling into his pillow.

“My Queen doesn’t think we’re done, does he?” Iwa teased, nuzzling up against the omega, and brushing his sweat-dampened hair away from his cheeks.

“Hajime…” It was a warm murmur of a sound, Haru’s eyes fluttering closed in what felt like defeat, letting out the most contented of sighs.

“Haru…?”

There came no reply, other than the soft even breaths from his mate.

A low growl of frustration erupted from Iwa’s chest, half ready to wake the omega up in a rather brutal fashion. But instead, he decided against it, grumpily kicking at the covers, and pulling them over so that Haru wouldn’t get cold. The omega must have been more tired than Hajime realized. Silently chastising himself for not noticing sooner, he wrapped his arms around the omega and let out a sigh of defeat.

But he could hardly stay angry, from the way Haru curled into him, giving off soft little happy moans, and nuzzling against the alpha’s neck. Iwa stiffened.

He’d be sure to take his fill in the morning.


When Iwaizumi woke up, it was to weird shuffling sounds and suppressed groans. There was also a strange scent in the air, one he didn’t fully recognize, but it wasn’t good, exactly, not quite distress, but—

Haru.

He sat up immediately, tossing the blanket off as he called out to his mate, only to find himself surrounded by a million more blankets. Haru let out a surprised whine of a sound, standing at the other side of the room, with one of Iwa’s robes clutched firmly in his fists, held up right beneath his nose. “F-Forgive me,” he mumbled, timid and small and nothing like his usual self, “I should have realized…sooner…” He looked away, continued to arrange the blankets in careful anxiousness, and Iwa had to blink a few times, had to really take a good look before any of it made any sense to him.

This was…a nest. He was in Haru’s nest. But that would mean—

Wait.

“Haru,” he sat up straighter, in a bit of a panic himself now, “Do you need anything?—I mean to say, the nest looks—is it to your liking? I didn’t disturb anything did I? That is—”

Haru shook his head but said nothing, simply climbed back into bed, shaking slightly as he curled into his alpha.

The scent was beyond anything Iwa could have ever imagined.

“I should have noticed the signs…” The voice was strained, completely unknown to Iwa, and even though they were already bonded, the surge in him to claim was becoming overwhelming.

“That’s not your fault,” he said, hoping he was being soothing enough, because he’d never nursed an omega through heat, but with the way his head was muddling now, if something happened, and he hurt Haru—

The omega was trembling.

“Cold?” He blurted, in an attempt to do something, reaching for the covers, but Haru stopped him, weak as he was, letting out a soft moan and shaking his head.

“Hot.”

Iwaizumi was pretty sure Haru was trying to kill him. And he really was about to bite, but Haru clutched at his robes, just then, fists shaking to soft whimpers. “Is it ok…could you stay…”

The omega continued to mumble, Iwa feeling his chest tighten, because Haru hadn’t ever given off a scent like this before, one that was so confusingly dizzy and anxious, clinging to him so tightly, like he was—

“…scared.”

Iwa stiffened. Because he knew he had to be comforting. To soothe Haru through this. Because he was starting to get the feeling that the omega hadn’t ever been in heat before, but something about that was fucking exciting, and before he even realized his claws were out, adrenaline making his hairs stand on end.

“Haru…” He warned, licking his lips, half thinking he should leave, as cruel as that was, because for all of his self control he didn’t have that much, and if Haru—

“Hajime.”

That seemed to be all it took for the alpha to snap, the tears in Haru’s eyes and the shivering form sending his skin ablaze with a fire Iwa was completely unfamiliar with, but somehow recalled, as if he’d tasted the licks of those flames in a far off sort of dream.

But for Haru it was no dream. That was a look he knew well enough. Because those were the eyes of a beast, the same expression Iwa held when they first met, the night Hajime didn’t remember, but the alpha in him did, and Haru couldn’t help the throaty whine that cracked his voice, wanton and unfamiliar, trembling hands reaching for his alpha’s robes. It was a wonder the word managed to form around his lips.

“Knot.”

The alpha nearly lost all reason.

He let instincts take over, sinking his teeth into Haru’s bond mark, reclaiming the omega, letting out a low grunt when he did, but even better than that, even better, was the way Haru whined, a sharp pitched squeal that ripped at the omega’s throat, Iwa feeling wet warmth spill over his stomach.

Something like this…

This was dangerous.

“You came already?”

Haru shook his head, grabbing Iwa with his hands and shamelessly rutting against him. “More. Alpha, more.”

Iwa growled in response, ripping at the omega’s kimono, and slashing at his own clothes in the process, their bodies flush against each other, Iwa stopping at nothing until—

Haru had the most beautiful moan, when he entered, his fingers curling around the alpha’s back, drunken laughter parting his lips.

It was enough to make Iwa throw him a questioning glance.

Haru bit his lip, bucking his hips and begging for more friction. “We’re like animals.”

Iwa was aware of what he was doing, but he couldn’t exactly stop, his senses blurring together and that scent nearly making him blind, and Haru screamed when he pulled out, but that didn’t matter, not right now, because the moment Iwa flipped him over he was inside again, and Haru screamed again, but it was a much prettier sound this time, and Iwa wanted to hear it again, and again, and again…

“Hajime, Hajime!”

“You’re so tight, Haru,” Iwa managed between rough pumps, biting and sucking all around the omega’s neck, forcing his head down even though he didn’t have to, because Haru was submitting his scent glands willingly to him.

Fuck it was so good.

“—face. Hajime, I want—aaah!! Haji—!” Haru’s voice broke off at the end, his legs folding beneath him, Iwa having enough sense to slow down, at least, but with the omega gripping so tightly he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last.

“Alpha.” Haru turned, eyes wide and wanting, leaning in with weakened strength, and so Iwa met him halfway, granting the omega a bruising kiss.

“M-More,” he begged, “More more—”

“I’ll give you more—”

“Close.” He squeezed the alpha’s hand, “Please,” the soft hold quickly tightened, the omega digging his nails into the alpha. “H-H-Hajime…”

Iwa laid him down flat on his back, his mind reeling at the sight of so much slick and cum drenching the omega’s thighs and stomach.

He licked his lips.

“HAJIME!”

The alpha moaned in reply, licking up the excess juices, reveling in how fucking sweet it was, how much Haru shivered under his tongue, and Iwa couldn’t help himself when he propped the omega’s thighs up, shoving his tongue in to draw out more of the omega’s pleasure.

“A-Alpha,” Haru stuttered, hands locked in fists around Iwa’s hair, “N-No…more—all of—aahhhh—-you. Fill me, fill—”

He was silenced by Iwa’s lips pressed harshly against his own, the alpha’s tongue forcing itself past the omega’s teeth, taking claim of Haru’s mouth. Iwa licked his lips again.

“How do we taste, Haru?”

The omega clung to him again, throwing his arms around the alpha’s neck and sobbing into his shoulder.

“Please! Fill me up— Pups—I want your pups in me…”

Iwa didn’t fucking protest, the alpha in him giving a low growl, sliding into his omega once more, granting him harsh thrusts that left him with nothing but Haru’s squeals ringing in his ears.

“Alpha,” he scratched down Hajime’s back, sharp nails leaving long red streaks on the otherwise untouched skin, “My alpha.”

Haru hiccuped, a short scream stopping in his throat when he felt the base of Iwa’s knot around his rim. He nearly lost his mind.

“Hajime,” he clawed, “More, gimme,” he kissed, begging, “Knot. I want it. I need—Hajime—”

It was the most carnal sound Iwa had ever heard from either of them, when his knot finally pushed through, spilling his alpha seed into the begging omega, Haru immediately letting out the most pleasurable purrs between his moans, clinging and stroking and licking the alpha in affection, in complete happiness, because this Iwa figured, was what it truly meant to sate an omega…

Haru continued to purr in his arms, nuzzling and coating the alpha with his scent. “Hajime,” he murmured, cooing softly.

“That…was…”

“Amazing…” Haru whined on an exhale, biting his lip and squeezing the alpha’s arms, looking at him with longing eyes. “Again,” he urged, shifting slightly to show the alpha just how ready he was.

The omega’s hardened heat was dizzying enough in its own right, and Iwa had to fight the urge to move. “My knot’s still in you.”

A wave seemed to roll through the omega’s body as he hummed, giggling softly. “That’s right,” he kissed the alpha’s chest, “So warm…” He dragged his tongue along Iwa’s collarbone, “My alpha…”

Iwa flinched, because he seemed to spill out even more when Haru licked him like that.

“Hajime…” he murmured again, with a small yawn, “Promise…again…”

“We will,” Iwa brushed his lips over the omega’s forehead, “So save your strength.”

“Promise…?”

He kissed him. “I’ll devour you as much as you want.”

Huevember Day 8 

anonymous asked:

how do you motivate yourself to do work and study while sick?

getting better is your first priority, so you need to make sure to get lots of good rest. if you’re sure that you’re fine enough to do some work, then try to study with lots of breaks. maybe every 30 minutes or so, take a 5 minute breather and drink some water. you don’t rlly want to make your condition worse.

otherwise, there’s really nothing else to do except get the work done. at this point, it’s less about motivation and more about self-discipline + the limits of your own health. i have a post abt self-discipline, so you can check that out for some more tips that might help you.

hope you feel better soon!

Dishonesty for the Sake of Preservation

So, I fell in love with the blindness au from @craziiwolf and I absolutely had to write something for it.


For the most part, Hinata can act normal. He can still laugh and play around with Kageyama, they can usually get through their usual banter without any hitches. But Hinata’s pretty observant. He can see just how much Kageyama frowns, and not his usual angry pouty frowns, but real honest to god frowns, and it bothers him. He knows when Kageyama starts to get frustrated, can steer him away from whatever it is, for the most part. But he doesn’t like seeing his partner cry, doesn’t like seeing Kageyama affected so poorly.

And it’s his fault, all of it. His only saving grace is that Kageyama doesn’t know.

He likes to think that he has a good grasp on Kageyama’s thought process, but he has no idea how the other boy will react if he tells him. So he doesn’t, glad that Kageyama can’t see his face because that’d give it away in a heartbeat.

“Oi, dumbass, you’re thinking too loud,” Kageyama mumbles.

They’re at Kageyama’s house, sitting in his room, Hinata on his bed while he sits on the floor. He’d gotten a sudden migraine on the walk home and Hinata had offered, almost too quickly, to massage his neck in hope of helping.

Surprisingly, Hinata’s rather gifted with massages, Kageyama figures he’ll have to swallow his pride more often if it means his headaches will disappear as fast as this one. He occupies himself with a volleyball, carefully turning it about his hands. The noise ball Hinata had offered sits beside him, it’s a sweet gesture and he appreciates it, but the feel of a real volleyball in his hands is something he’ll never tire of.

“Am not,” Hinata responds childishly. His fingers stay at Kageyama’s neck, any other time, the action would have been read as a threat and Kageyama would have started fighting. But it’s fine, it’s just Hinata, Hinata who most certainly sounds as though he’s hiding something. He doesn’t have to see his face to know, his voice is enough. But Kageyama won’t press, if Hinata wants to talk about something he’ll need to bring it up himself.

Things really haven’t changed much, between them anyways. But Kageyama can sense an underlying something that’s different, it has something to do with Hinata, and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

“Better?” Hinata asks after a few more minutes of gentle prodding.

“Yeah, thanks,” he roughs out, clambering ungracefully to join Hinata on the bed. He’s familiar enough with his own room, the only thing out of place is Hinata, so if he accidentally uses the other’s thigh to push himself up, neither says anything.

“Spit it out, dumbass,” he says after a moment.

“What?”

“Something’s bothering you, I can tell.”

“It’s nothing!”

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 I think i finally found an official concept for my version of Manwë /Súlimo/ Mânawenûz Valahiru / Aran Einior/ Airbending master wait wrong universe nvm

so i called my old manager at cold stone and he told me he’d be happy to put me on over the summer if nothing else works out, which i really appreciate, but i super do not want to go back there i worked at cold stone for 2 years and im so tired of it

32. i’m a loser

Originally posted by haruharubw

Title: I’m a loser

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/Reader

Summary: As he lights up a cigarette and looks up at the sky, he wonders when he is going to be the same man that he used to be. However, in the middle of a drunk night, he notices that life hides the secret of happiness in misery.

His head is dizzy as Jiyong puts one hand over his forehead, groaning lightly as the small pain in his head has him wincing. His black hair is sleeked back by his hand as he sits up in his bed, taking in his surroundings as he shakes his head. Jiyong always felt like he didn’t fit in; it didn’t matter who he was around of, he always felt like he was…different. Said male had the possibility of feeling like he was more, in the sense that his high standard in society made him be treated better than others, but he feels like with every dollar that enters his bank account he becomes more of a dull person.

Working, nothing else; that’s what his father taught him since a really young age, to reach his dreams no matter what and if he arrived to his home late at night, the tiredness of his body indicated that he did well that whole day. Jiyong had listened to his every word, growing up to be a person that only cared about improving as a dreamer, of reaching higher and higher to the point where he brought himself lower. He doesn’t remember when was the last time he had actually thought about his actions, it was all automatic: The movement of his hands, where he had to go and how he had to do things.

Jiyong was almost not human anymore.

There was one thing keeping him from being a complete joke, a man that didn’t feel and it was his misery. Surely, he had reached his dreams better than anyone else at such a young age; he was his family’s star, the man who had done it all. He can hear cheering from the back of his head, the voices of people who looked up at him and most importantly, the voice of his biggest enemy.

Jiyong stands up from his bed as he walks towards his bathroom. The dim lights illuminated his shirtless body with golden colors, his hair slightly disheveled as it fell over his forehead. Jiyong takes a notice of his biggest enemy, looking back at him with all the things he hated. Jiyong hated that shameless smirk that would appear on his face as a way of covering himself from being unhappy in public; he hated the emptiness of his eyes, those black eyes that once looked up at his father and how much he worked where now looking down at the ground as if he was asking for help. Bastard, Jiyong thinks of himself before picking up a box full of medicines, searching through it.

It had been a while since Jiyong had had a good night of sleep. Usually, he woke up in the middle of the night, the sound of the TV in the background as his dreams woke him up. People were strange to him; their nightmares running around the lines of fearing death and Jiyong…he feared the most beautiful things in life. He feared love, life and so on. Since then, Jiyong started doing anything to get some sleep, from drinking hot milk to swallowing pills to get his eyes to close for another hour or so.

He was doomed.

“What are you doing?” Jiyong stops his hand movements as he hears a voice behind him, a female’s voice, that is. His feet make him turn around as he takes notice of the girl in front of him, wearing the shirt he was wearing that night as she looks at him with worry, her bottom lip in between her teeth. “Jiyong…” The black haired man walks backwards slightly as his back hits the wall, looking up and down at the beautiful woman in front of him. How had she gotten there? Was she a stalker that had gotten inside his house?

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anonymous asked:

Hiss back

I already did that, he hissed louder. (I actually use hissing to stop my kitten from doing really bad shit cos literally nothing else worked lmao)

~ Jewel

anonymous asked:

does that mean pearl's speech about ronaldo in the sneople ep wasnt a joke?

maybe we’re supposed to find it funny but like, that is sincerely how she feels and nothing else in the show really works to contradict her