but they were also just sort of there

Old

You know when your friends who are your age and married and haivng children and working successful jobs and all that fun stuff say, “Ugh, life is just so busy, I feel so old.”

And then you sort of feel ashamed that you were thinking how hard you have it with your definitely less busy life. And also, you know how you wish that people your age wouldn’t talk about being old when you still feel like a little kid most of the time?

Yep. Could it be that I’m in denial of approaching old age? Am I going to have my midlife crisis early?

This is barely coherent because I’m exhausted but

I FIGURED OUT WHAT SEEMED OFF ABOUT LANCE IN SEASON 4

So first in season 3 we see the relationship they’ve been building up between Keith and Lance for like 2 SEASONS really blossom. Like they’re BFFs. Lance is Keith’s impulse control. Keith is Lance’s comfort. They’re all cool and stuff.

Then, in 4.01 Keith leaves. Lance thinks joining the Blades will make Keith happy, so he’s like, okay cool. Then Pidge goes to find Matt and comes back with this guy who makes bad jokes and flirts with Allura (sound familiar?) but is also super smart and mature and good at fighting and stuff. I don’t think it’s too much of a reach to say this is Lance’s worst fear –– someone shows up who’s like him but ‘better’, more worthy of his friends’ attention, meaning he gets rejected. But no big deal, right? Ain’t no one rejecting him yet.

But then when Matt flirts with Allura (in like the dorkiest way possible omg save him) she blushes and doesn’t insult him or anything, which for her is responding pretty positively, or at least moreso than she does with Lance. And then Shiro (y’know, Lance’s hero) is all MATT?? I LOVE MATT!! And then Matt forms the Tech Nerd Dream Team™ with Hunk and Pidge, Lance’s best friends from the Garrison. (Basically, Matt is a lot like Lance, but ‘better’ and adored by people the way Keith was.)

The next time we see Lance, instead of being his social butterfly self and getting to know the new guy, he’s holed up in his room in the dark in the middle of the day, looking tense and marathoning video games.

Okay, though. Maybe that’s okay. People play video games. No biggie. But first of all, that doesn’t seem like Lance. He’s the social guy. He’s the last person I’d expect to be holed up in his room playing video games in the dark in the middle of the day, especially when a cool new person just showed up. Lance loves people. Lance loves getting to know people (see: Taking Flight, The Depths, the Voltron Show!, Changing of the Guard, and literally every episode with new aliens).

But even if you disagree, consider this: in the Paladin Handbook, Crystal Venom, and Eye of the Storm, we see that when Lance has time to himself, he uses it to relax (napping, chilling with a good lemonade, going to the pool). There are two ways people spend free time: relaxation and stimulation. Video games are definitely a form of stimulation. When are you more likely to choose stimulating activities, even if you’re more into relaxation in your time off? When you’re trying to distract yourself from something.

^ picture by breeceesall (So sorry!!)

(Lance is answer choice D. I accidentally originally said B because I just glanced at it and that was a mistake, thanks to celestialdefenders for pointing that out!)

(By the way, side note: when Allura and Coran come to get Lance to milk Kaltenecker and they all leave the room, he says something like, “Okay, let’s get this over with”… and it sounded… off to me? Like he was covering up the insecure layer and going back to business… I dunno maybe I just heard it weird, I’m not really counting this as a point.)

The last thing Lance would do is tell anyone about all of this inner turmoil. After all, the only times he voices or even admits to himself his own insecurities are to strangers (Escape From Beta Traz) and to… well, Keith (Tailing a Comet, the infamous leave the math to Pidge scene). Who’s gone.

And I don’t think it bothers Lance as much when he has stuff to keep his mind off it (in the Voltron Show, they’re doing his favorite part of the war effort. Of course he seems happy and lighthearted!). But.

Pidge and Hunk were already starting to distance themselves from him and form their own li’l Tech Nerds Unite team as early as season 1. Now they have Matt to further finish off the new-and-improved Garrison Trio, this time without Lance. They definitely aren’t doing it on purpose, and probably don’t even realize that they’re doing it. Obviously everyone loves Lance. But they don’t show it, because they don’t realize they have to. He seems so happy and confident. But to Lance, I can see how it would seem like Pidge and Hunk have replaced him.

And now Keith, who was quickly becoming Lance’s closest friend, strongest teammate, and the most likely to understand what he’s going through, has left. Meaning Lance is, for all intents and purposes, alone.

Dude, if I were Lance, I’d be sitting in the dark marathoning video games too.


EDIT: wingedkeith made a really good point and said I could add it in!

“I just wanted to add on something: at the end of season 3, we see lance’s insecurities as he claims that he’s the “one pilot too many” and says he’s going to step down. So this boy already feels sort of useless, and then Matt comes along and seems to “replace” him in every aspect with the team. I’m not really sure what we can draw from that, but it’s something I noticed and thought you’d also find it interesting that it isn’t just season 4 where Lance starts to feel this way, but season 3 as well, and that means it’ll probably carry over into season 5, where Jeremy (I think?) said that Lance will have a pretty big character arc.”

Further proof that this part of Lance’s arc has been a long time coming. Majorly in season 3 and even before then in Escape From Beta Traz, he has always felt like a seventh wheel. This started out as really subtle and it’s been getting less and less so. Which means Lance’s insecurities will probably definitely be a really big factor later on!

Ten reminders

1. The first reminder: don’t forget to get new supplies of that thing you are just about to run out of.

2. Second: remember to wake up at an appropriate time for that thing you were going to do. For example, if you are attending the founding of Vladivostok you should set your alarm for July, 1850. You may need to use that button on the back to get the correct setting.

3. Third: remember that there are metal-tipped mountains on Venus which are higher than any mountain on Earth.

4. Fourth: remember to walk that thing that needs walking, I am not quite sure what the thing is, it might be a dog or an idea or a romance, and the walking might be literal or metaphorical but anyhow: that thing is sitting at your feet and panting and you might want to give it a bit of exercise or it’ll be keeping you up all night.

5. Then too, remember that song, the one that filled up your whole head for days and you couldn’t stop little bits of it slipping out of your mouth from time to time? Just asking.

6. Sixth: have you remembered that cats’ feet have little beans on the bottom so far today? If not, this is your official reminder to remember this.

7. Seventh: don’t forget to talk to that person you were going to talk to, they would probably be happy to hear from you.

8. Also, eighth, just to remind you, you have a tongue in your mouth and if you think about it you can just sort of feel it sitting there.

9. Ninth: this is a reminder that one day you will look at the unrolling horizon and feel a sudden cloud lifting, a cloud you were never even quite sure was there, and behind it unexpected joy.

10. And finally: remember that most things, really, turn out OK, and most people are at least alright and at best amazing, and hidden within each awesome thing there are usually at least six more curled up like woodlice.

so i heard you like bad boys

Originally posted by jimiyoong

genre: fluff fluff and more fluff; uni!au; friends to lover!au; drabble

pairing: yoongi x reader

length: 4.7k

summary: while others see min yoongi as the resident heartthrob of the school - quiet, resilient, and mysterious - you can’t see him as anything other than your dorky best friend since childhood; but what you don’t know is his long desire to be anything but that, even if it means becoming the bad boy in town… or at least try to.

prompts:
“my hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

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OKAY IMPORTANT STUFF

-The colonel is Wilford.

-Darkiplier is US THE VIEWER. THE SEER. DAMIEN. AND MARK TOGUETHER.

-Mark was killed by the colonel.

-Then the colonel suprassed that memory from his brain. Maybe post traumatic stress? -He killed the detective and THE VIEWER.

-The Seer and Damien were killed because of some sort of ritual?

-Seer is Darkiplier’s red side and Damien is Dark’s blue side.

-MARK IS SORT OF EVIL? THATS WHY DARKIPLIER IS ALSO EVIL?

-THE VIEWER is the 4th person (4th wall) that formed Dark.

-After Dark’s apearance we can confirm that the Colonel goes mad.

-Willford thinks it was “Just a game” thats explains the line on the bubbles ad on Markiplier TV whit Wilford in it. AND WHY HE KILLS PEOPLE LIKE HE DOESNT THINK ITS BAD.

-The Chef, The Butler and the Groundskeepers future is unknown at the moment.

PS IM STILL CRYING OH GOD -MOD KT

anonymous asked:

I love how you guys write Reddie especially sleepy Eddie!! Can I get more of sleepy Eddie pleeeeeeeeasssee?? Maybe like, some other members of the LC pretend to be Richie so they can see him be all soft lmaoooo!! Thanks

Hell yeah you can Sleepy!Eddie is my guilty pleasure :]

(This was only small so I’m just going to post it like this - Admin Tozier) 

When Beverly entered the living room of the Kaspbrak residence what she expected was painfully-clean carpets, dust-eradicated surfaces and, if she was being more dramatic, plastic sheets to be covered all the furniture.  What she didn’t expect was to see the only male of the home, curled up, knees almost against his chest, hands twisted into fists resting in front of his face and swallowed by a dark green hoodie that she instantly recognised as Richie’s from the ketchup stain on the right shoulder.

The sight shocked her so much that she paused her step, Stan bumping into the back of her with an indignant grunt. He followed her surprised and adoring gaze. He cocked an eyebrow before furrowing them. 

“Why’s Eddie on the couch? He hates sleeping on the couch.” He muttered. The two of them flinched suddenly as the unnoticed TV clicked onto a channel after previously being on low-volumed static. Beverly leaned down to push at Eddie’s shoulder, lightly. 

“Hey? Eddie?” She whispered but pulled back quickly as he stretched his arms out, a small yawn roaring from his throat. 

“Richie? Baby?” He murmured, rubbing his eyes. Beverly and Stan’s jaws dropped and they looked at each other, a silent phrase said in unison. Oh my fucking god. 

Beverly grabbed Stan’s arm, a grin spreading across her face, “That is so adorable, holy shit! They call each other baby?!“ 

But Stan was hardly listening, his mouth slanting into a mischievous smirk and he crouched down across from Eddie. Stan and Richie were original best friends - it was just fact. Stan had known Richie the longest, a full glorious and emotionally-taxing 15 years now, so he liked to think, though he also sort of knew, given how much Bill had chuckled and complimented over it, that he could do a pretty accurate impression of his best friend. And now it will finally come in handy. 

“Yeah, Eds, it’s me.” He drawled and Beverly smacked a hand over her mouth to stop her rough snort, bending over in silent laughter. 

Eddie smiled sleepily, reaching out a sweater engulfed hand towards the sound of Stan’s voice, shifting back on the couch, “Cuddle with me, baby?“ 

Beverly was sat on the floor beside Stan now, both her hands clamped on her face, red with both laughter and joy at the adorableness of the relationship both her best friends shared. Stan was grinning wildly now, ignoring Eddie’s limp sweater drooped arm to mutter, “Gimme a minute, Spaghetti-head.“ 

Eddie groaned, curling tighter in himself similar to a grumpy cat, his brow scrunched cutely and voice taking an adorable edge of a sluggish whine, "Chee, baby, come on, you’re so warm. I’m cold." 

Stan felt like this heart was going to explode along with his teeth breaking from the cavities slowly forming in all of his mouth. Beverly was pulling out her phone, her mouth screwed tightly to keep her laughs in, Richie’s contact name blaring from the screen as she motioned to the door. Stan nodded, giving in with that sweet, cuddly Eddie was way better than an angry, embarrassed Eddie. 

He could hear the faint conversation with Richie, Beverly mentioning their initial plan to ask Eddie for help with their English homework but then of the picture they stumbled upon. 

”…yeah, he’s sleeping on the couch calling for out you, baby.“ She teased, biting her lip to stop her grin. She heard a crashing noise and then an abnormally loud, "I’M ON MY WAY.” before she was hit with a dial tone. 

Wandering back in, she tugged on Stan’s sleeve and jerked her head to the door. Stan nodded and stood, watching for a moment as Eddie rubbed his eyes again. They had made it to the door and had just opened it when Richie was stood there looking distinctly dishevelled and hand poised mid-air as he had been about to open the door. 

“Did you fucking sprint here?” Stan asked as they curved around one another to switch positions on the doorstep. 

“Maybe,” Richie replied breathlessly and disappeared into the living room.
Just before Stan left, rolling his eyes at how it had fallen to him to close the door as Beverly had skipped down the steps towards their bikes, he caught a quick exchange between the two of them.

“Eds, baby?" 

"Chee! Cuddle?" 

A deep chuckle, ”‘Course, Spaghetti, nowhere else I’d want to be. I love you.“ 

The last voice was muffled, "Love you, too." 

Stan was smiling as he closed the door.

Mistakes Were Made

Originally posted by katylol

Prompt: If there was one thing you knew, leaving Steve’s side had been a mistake.
+ Hi. I really love all of your imagines and read some of them over again. I was wondering if you could write a fluff with Steve Harrington. I have a minor idea that I think you could make amazing… You and Steve have been dating, however when you two are at a party and Billy tries to hit on you. Jealous!Steve plsszz

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (you’ll see)

Warnings: Billy and just him…

A/N: Yup that’s right, some protective Steve coming at ya’

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!


You hadn’t meant to leave Steve’s, it’d sort of just happened. Soon, about an hour into the party you found yourself Steve-less and by the punch table which you were drinking in full gulps. 

It was Halloween and Tina threw some of the best parties; it was also one of the few nights you got away from your parents and you were taking that to the full advantage. You weren’t sure where Steve had gone, but you knew you wanted him back as soon as possible. The party had been fun but now the loud music was starting to give you a migraine and the alcohol was making your brain fuzzy.

Though no matter how hard you searched, you couldn’t find your seemingly missing boyfriend. As you let your hand fall against the table covered with a pumpkin designed table cloth, you let your eyes wander around what you could see of the house in another desperate attempt at finding Steve; but yet again, no such luck.

You groaned in frustration, turning to the table and closing your eyes in distress. You wanted to go home and Steve was your drive; not to mention that you were extremely intoxicated. You didn’t even really wanted to go home, knowing you’d hear a mouthful from your parents, but you just wanted to be alone and by Steve’s side. God, you were sounding desperate.

Taking a deep breath, you set down your plastic cup and turned around to walk away but you felt yourself collide with another. You let out a gasp of surprise as you knocked the person’s drink from their hands, making the beer spill all over their white shirt. When you looked up to see who you’d just so rudely bumped into, you felt your shoulders slump slightly as you identified the person as Billy; the new kid.

From what you’d seen, you didn’t much like the boy. He seemed arrogant and anytime you’d seen him near his sister, Max you’d learned from your younger brother Dustin, he didn’t seem too nice either. You feared for a moment he’d lash out but the second his eyes met yours, a smile grew. 

“I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologized; you might not like the boy but it was no reason to be rude. You had spilt his drink all over him.

“That’s fine, sweetheart.” You tried to internalize the cringe you felt as he slurred the nickname, offering a small smile in response.

“Well, in that case I really need to be-” Just as you moved to walk past Billy his hand abruptly reached out to grip your arm, and tugged you back. You felt yourself freeze in response, slowly turning your head to gaze at the boy who’d so rudely blocked your path with a heavy heart.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?” Billy breathed, and you could smell the alcohol off of him. “I might of said it’s fine, but you did spill my drink. At least give me the courtesy of helping me get a new one.” 

You felt panic settle in, knowing that Billy would be harder to get by now. “I really should be going…”

Billy’s grip only tighten and you hissed in discomfort, your expression turning into one of anger. You didn’t take kindly to those who thought they could manhandle you, especially one so disgustingly rude as Billy. “Hey, you’re Harrington’s girl right?”

“My names Y/N.” You corrected, glaring. “But yeah, which reminds me. I should really go find him.” You moved yet again to go walk away but that damn arm kept you back. You huff in annoyance, turning to Billy but the moment you did he repositioned himself so you were now against the punch table and he was before you. Your hands moved up to push up against his chest, warning him to stay back as he got dangerously close but the creep didn’t seem to care.

“Listen Billy, i’m not int-”

“Quite frankly, Y/N.” Billy interrupted you, leering down at you. “I don’t care.” Both hands no gripped your arms and you felt your body grow cold in distress as you gaze around yourself and Billy. Half (more than half) of the kids here were drunk, so they’d be no help and you knew anyone else wouldn’t really care. You really were doomed. “Now why don’t we-”

“Hey, new kid.” A wave of relief washed over you as you heard Steve’s familiar voice. Looking just a bit past Billy’s shoulder, you found Steve reaching out for said boy and pulling him back. Billy’s hands reluctantly let go of you and you wasted no time leaving his side and making your way over to Steve. Steve glanced at you briefly, his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder in support as you made your way behind him slightly. He wasted no time turning back to Billy; “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Hey man,” Billy called, raising his hands; “she asked for it.”

You narrowed your eyes; “the hell I did.”

“Listen, just back off.” Steve mumbled; “okay?” He seemed rather calm to annoy who didn’t know him, but you knew Steve. And he was doing his absolute best to keep his anger under control for your sake.

“Harrington, that’s one tight ass you have there so I don’t know what you expect me to do. Y/L/N’s got some-” But it seemed Steve didn’t stay cool for long, because before you knew Steve had raised his hand and swung it so it knocked Billy across the face. A murmur of gasps echoed as the party slowly grew silent. You out of the corner of your eye glanced at Billy and knew you had to get out of there.

Grasping Steve’s hand, you pulled; “come on!”

“But-”

“No buts, let’s go.” You didn’t give him time to argue as you begun leading him in the direction of the front door. 

“That’s right Harrington, run away!”

You didn’t stop pulling on him until you reached Steve’s car. Once you did, you let out a heavy breath and leaned against the side of it, turning to Steve with wide eyes. He only looked distressed and mad, but you couldn’t blame him; you were fuming too. “Steve…”

“Look I know you’re gonna get ma-”

You interrupted the boy by leaning forward and pressing a gently kiss against his lips to soothe him. “I was going to say thank you.”

Infatuated (M)

Warning; Explicit language & Smut & contains descriptive sexual references e.g fingering 

Pairing: University!au Jungkook x reader

Genre: angst, smut, romance & fluff

Word count: 18.7k

One-shot

Inspired by a fic by: @exobtsmut link to her story: here

please check her story out!! it is amazing!! <3

I give full credits to her for the content & ideas used in this one-shot! 

A/N: *proceeds to dunk myself in holy water* I hope y’all are ready for some fuck boy Jungkook. I just want to also put out there that Jungkook is a little forceful in this scenario, if this makes you uncomfortable. Please, just exit the story! But, as for everyone else i hope you enjoy! <3

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Originally posted by mvssmedia


Your eyes were wide open watching them frantically rush to their classes. Them, as in students. You held your breath as your eyes danced from person to person. Students hurriedly walk past you in all sort of directions, cascading around you. 

You sighed quietly to yourself as you checked your timetable for the tenth time that morning. “Criminology building 17.1.45… building 17.” You whisper to yourself as you try to mentally burn your timetable into your head. Your eyes squint as you read your schedule repeatedly.  "Period 1. Crime & Criminal Justice unit: Criminology; Lecture room 17.1.45 at 9.00am.“ You sigh with one last reluctant look of the small paper. Your eyes shift towards your wrist and you almost let out a gasp at reading the time display on your analog watch.

8:47am.

"Fuck." You groaned folding the paper and hastily shoved it back into the front pocket of your denim jacket. You clear you throat and then proceeded on making your way around the University. Your anxious eyes scanning the spacious area for building 17. You stop dead in your tracks, pausing your search for a few seconds to reach back into your front pocket for your schedule once again.

“It would say 17 on the building wouldn’t it? it would right?” You say more to yourself than anyone else. You pull the sheet of paper back up to your face falling deep in thought.

__

"You better not be late again today, Jeon.”

“Of course not Ms. Park! What do you take me for?” He scoffs, face displaying some emotion. He’s acting like anything the professor said actually hurts him. When it couldn’t be further from the truth. He didn’t give a shit. He never did and never will.  

“I am being serious here, Jeon.”  She empahsises his name in distate, her eyes glaring into his own. His face displaying disinterest as he scans each girl walking past him. Girls either giggle, wink or blush as they meet his lewd eyes. The professor clears her throat obnoxiously loudly, trying to get his attention back on her. Jungkook almost rolls his eyes but holds himself back as he sluggishly places his hands into the pockets of his black, ripped skinny jeans. 

“And so am i.” Jungkook replies casually, finally meeting her gaze. Ms. Park scrunches her face in anger and ignores his snarky comment. She sighs, before strutting off. Her black red bottom stilletos clacking against the corridors of the University. Jungkook chuckles to himself as he watches her hips sway down the corridor. He rolls his eyes in annoyance. He yawms and stars turning to make his way to his morning lecture. “So, fucking annoying-"  

His eyes land on your figure. He pauses and watches you look down at something in your hands, before lifting your head to scan the area. He chuckles to himself in amusement. His eyes cannot help but shamlessly check you out. "Damn.” He whispers, a smirk plastered on his face, before he makes the decision to slyly stride over to you. 

You were so focused on your timetable that you do not notice a boy halting to stand directly behind. His tall frame creating a shadow of you with his body towering over yours. He bends down slightly to read the sheet of paper in your hands. He cannot help but breath in your sweet scent. 

“Oh, a Policing student.”

He says casually. You almost drop your schedule in shock his voice coming from proximity behind you. The particularly attractive smooth voice echoed in your ears. The boy flinches when you turn around swiftly to face the stranger. You felt heat rush to your face as you stare in awe at the seriously handsome boy in standing in front of you. He stares back at you. Admiring your features, lips tugging into a small smirk.

“P-Pardon?”

The boy chuckles as he peers down at you in amusement. His perfectly shaped lips pulling into a beautiful grin before looking back up at you with a soft gaze. You shyly bite your bottom lip and you shuffle on the spot in nervousness.

You curse yourself in your head as you try to gather your emotions and calm yourself. The expression on his face is one of amusement and your face flushes in embarrassment. Watching anxiously as the attractive stranger step a little closer towards you. 

The boy covers his mouth with his hand, his perfectly shaped almond eyes crinkle up on the sides oh, so, adorably as he bites back a laugh. “Sorry did I scare you?” Your heart sways at the sound of his smooth voice. The boy creeping all sorts of scenarios in your head that you almost forget to reply. “uhh No! Um actually I am kind of um lost.” You clusmily reply, forcing yourself to hold your uncertain gaze with his. 

His grin quickly falls into a smirk and you almost felt yourself fall into dismay, as he reaches his hand out towards you. You stare at the outstreched palm of his hand in front of you completely puzzled. You hear him chuckle which makes you even more confused and embarrassed. “Wha-” He smirks once again and reaches forward grasping onto your timetable. He gently takes it out of your hands to read it himself. “Sorry, please let me take a quick good look at this.”

Your face flushes in embarrassment and you nod in haste, before motioning him to read it. He smiles as his dark eyes leave yours temporarily to scan over your schedule.

You take this opportunity to admire his features. He was tall, you were guessing about 178cm tall. He was fit and built to perfection. His hair swept to side and was exposing his beautiful forehead. He wore street casual style and you didn’t miss the earrings on his ears or the beauty spot under his lip or the slight scar across one of his cheeks. “He is so out of my league.” Your eyes glaze over in admiration, as you felt your heart race as he finally meets your eyes again with an amused expression painted on his face. 

“I know where this building is. I’ll take you there ____. Since were going the same way anyways.” His velvety smooth voice rings deliciously in your ears as you nod eager for help, especially from this attractive stranger. You try to relax your already pounding heart as the sound of him saying your name sounds better than it should, you stop mid nod as you want nothing more than to take him up on his offer.

“If it’s okay with you. Thanks." He watches you closely and you do not miss the way his eyes scan down your body from your hair to your toes. He smiles genuinely at you as he steps forward swiftly and ruffles your hair affectionately. You look up at his gorgeous face in front of you and felt adrenaline shoot through your veins. 

“Of course, ____. I have class now too so just follow me. We are actually in the same lecture this morning”. You wanted to hold your breath the entire walk to the lecture but the need of oxygen, the necessity of air, ruined that thought. You wanted to die of embarrassment at the loudness of your breathing. What’s wrong with you?  You could practically feel the smugness in his voice as he spoke to you and you never once took your gaze off his broad back. He seemed popular, as you observed him on your way to the lecture in dead silence, not trusting your voice. 

He knew a lot of people or did they know him? You had no idea but the one thing you did know was that you felt uncomfortable at the envious stares being pointed your way, as thristy women glare on the side lines. It is almost like people make a path for him. Women squeal when being in his presence and boys are glaring in jealousy. You only hum or nod when answering his questions and almost faint at how beautiful he looks as he turns back at you every now and then to smile at you or wait for your response to his questions. He seems to notice your nervousness so he starts to make jokes to ease your tension. You do not miss the cocky aura that followed him though. 

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The One (Part I)

Part I –> Part 2

Genre: Hybrid!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, smut in the future

Paring: TaehyungXreader

Word-count: 2,9K

Warnings: Abuse, unjust, anxiety, forcing, animalistic feelings

Summary: You’ve never liked the idea of hybrids, since it’s straight up abuse from a owner to a hybrid, they aren’t treated like humans. But what happens when your boss gave you a hybrid as a gift?

A/N: HAHA, I might look a bit like a copy cat since others have been writing about hybrid!au related stories, but I’ve actually liked the idea of the genre a lot, so sorry not sorry <3

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‘I get what?’

You stare wide-eyed at the man in front of you, somewhat irritation running through your system. You’re genuinely confused to this request of your boss. It’s not something you’d normally get for the christmas days at work. Regularly, it’s just a box full of food and extra nobody-needs-that things. You’ve never wanted a christmas box anyways, you never use all the tools and mostly you even give it to the homeless.

‘Come on ___, everyone these days wants one.’ He chuckle, nudging your side as he smirked down at you. You hate that smirk of his, he always want to tease without a good reason. It’s as if he always needed to hamper you, though you let him notice you’re not into his bullshit that day. But at the end, he’s still your boss. You can’t do anything about his tremendous deportment.

‘I don’t need a hybrid in my house, so no thanks.’ You sigh, deciding on turning around, but your boss only called for you to hold there. ‘You don’t have a choice, have a nice christmas ___!’

You scoff, now not hesitant on rushing out of that room. Sometimes you don’t even know why you became a part of this pesky enterprise. It pays well, yeah, but this has a thousand too much problems within. Their problems are mostly on the social-part. It’s the way they treat employees, particularly women, who they like to impede. With ‘they’ , is meant the fewer higher-standing employers. But whatever you might disagree about, it still pays well, over average. And in your position, you could use some money to keep up your own living.

Suddenly your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. When you see the message of a shipping oganisation, knowing it wasn’t your doing, you began to internally scream. You can’t believe this fucktard of a boss litterally sends you this so-called hybrid to your house, no announcing or anything. You’ve never wanted a hybrid to even begin with.

It’s not that you hate hybrids individually, it’s just the matter on ’why’ they were made. You know that these hybrids are also human beings, converted to this inhuman rase. Not only do they break nature’s law, they also treat hybrids like complete garbage. Most people want them to help with their own lacking desire of affection. It’s sad, truly, but the most sad of them all is that the hybrids have no idea. They think it’s just the way life goes. Getting raped every single day? No problem, if that’s what you have to do to please your owner. It’s sickening, knowing this sort of extraordinarily abuse exists. Unbelievable.

You race over the highway in your car, making fast work on getting yourself home. You want to send the hybrid back as fast as possible, you don’t want to support this kind of mutated human, not when there is too much wrong about it. It’s a form of rebelling, indirectly showing your opinion on this. You want them to feel free, to feel loved like other humans. It’s almost as if they have less right than a cat or a dog, though they are human like the rest. If they only would realize that it wasn’t the right way to live your life, they would revolt and you would be a 100% supporter of that

You arrive at your house, immediately noticing a man standing in front of your house, hands folded over one another. He wears a kind smile, like he just delivered a small package, but in reality he just delivered you a whole human being. You can see the well-known uniform of the hybrid-company, called Hy-Tech, disgusting.

’The hybrid is in the back of the truck, should I get hi-.’

‘No, I don’t want ‘him’. It was a present of my workplace, but really I don’t need one. Still thanks though.’ You’d cut him off, walking straight past the shocked-looking guy. You struggle on getting your keys out, wanting to avoid the awkward silence between the unknown person and you.

‘Sorry miss, but we can’t take him back, at least not the same day.’ You can hear his wavering tone, somewhat scared for your reaction. From what he has noticed, you’re rather a spicy girl. And he is right, because you almost want to smack your keys to his head when those words left his mouth. Still, you try to keep yourself calm and steady, turning around with all the continence you have left in your bones.

When can I return him?’

‘Two weeks is the minimum. Mostly it’s used to see if the owner likes the hybrid, if not, it will be exchanged for a better one-.’ He almost drifts off ‘But, you can also just wait and then return him.’

You let out a deep sigh, lifting up you hand to massage your head for a small second to think. It’s not like there’s a lot to think about, you don’t have any choice. Two weeks isn’t long, so it’s somewhat doable. It’s just, you’re furious about the cause, your boss. Couldn’t he at least tell you? Ask you?

‘Okay… I guess I don’t have a choice.’ You sigh, nodded for the guy to get the hybrid, the poor thing. The guy smiles genuinely, probably just happy he didn’t had to disappoint his boss with an unhappy customer. He walks up to the back of his truck, opening it and smiling at the hybrid inside. He nudges his to get out, encouraging. You let out another sigh, again feeling a drill of irritation flowing through your body. Now you think about it, your boss must think that you’re some lonely loser who needs a fucking hybrid to fulfill your needs or something. What kind of creepy thoughts does this guy even have about you?

Then the hybrid finally steps out of the truck, looking around to take in his surroundings. You cock your head to the side as the hybrid and the man approaches you. He is… beautiful. It’s no doubt, his eyes, hair, body, lips, nose, you could go on and on. But then again, they must be made to be beautiful. thereby, they are here to please you, also your eyes.

‘Hi…’ He says shyly, looking away from you. You have to admit, he is really cute and you nod your head in return at him to greet him. You analyze his hybrid features, vastly noticing it’s some kind of cat, probably a lion or something, since his ears are yellow and so is his tail. His tail also has a little fluffy hair bundle at the tip. He wears a big sweater with black tight jeans, casually clothed, making him more adorable for his owner. Pathetic.

’So, there isn’t much you need to know about hybrids since you will be returning him again.’ The ears of the hybrid sprang up as he wears a really sad expression by hearing the words of the man, your heart sinking immediately. He must be very sad that you don’t want him, as if he is just a object, as if he’s lacking. How could this bastard say that in front of the hybrid himself? Like he isn’t part of the conversation. Fucking hell, this gets you so damn mad. You clench your jaw as you kept your eyes on the guy, having a stern glare.

‘He needs to eat and drink like any other human. He also needs some medicine for his heat, which he gets next week. Unless you’s want him to-.’

No.’ You cut him off again, not at all feeling the need to want any sexual things from this hybrid. You can take care of your sexual frustrations yourself, which is clubbing.

‘Well, then you need these pills.’ He gave you a small bag, white pills piled on one another. ‘He needs it once a day.’ You nod  as you put the bag in your jacket pocket. ‘That was it I guess, you can call me any time you need me.’ ‘There will be no need.’ You answer, now turning around and signaling for the hybrid to go with you, sighing a soft ‘for fucks sake’ under your breath.

Once the both of you were inside, warmth embracing your bodies, you pull off your jacket and shoes and the hybrid did the same as he just copied your doings. Then a question suddenly shot through your head.

‘Fuck, what’s your name?’

His eyes shot up at you with confusion written all over his face. He shrugs, literally not knowing his name. ‘I don’t have a name yet, you need to give me one.’ He says. Anger again began to boil within you. How can’t he even have his own name? Everyone has a name, it’s not possible for him not to know his own name at this point.

‘Didn’t they give you a name, ever?’ You say, now slightly interested in his background story. You’d like to know how his past life went, if he got treated well. You can’t imagine him, this sweet angel with a boxy smile, being abused, tossed around like a no one.

’They called me kitty, you can call me that too if you want.’ He says, giving you a small smile before focussing his gaze on the ground again. Then you noticed, as he looks at the ground, he is just having a straight face. As if he isn’t allowed to look at you? You run your hand through your hand, calming yourself.

No.’

He frowns, now giving you little glances up at you, but quickly looked back down at the floor. He is confused, why are you reacting like this? His past owners always were overjoyed and immediately wanted to use him for many different things. But he could sense you didn’t want any of it, you were different. You also gave him some kind of dominant vibes, so maybe you were just immense strict towards him, maybe wanting him on his knees to beg you? What do you want?

‘Look up at me, never look down ever again.’

He obeys, looking up at your eyes, still confused. You take his hand, carefully taking him to the couch and sitting him down. You’re mad, but still, you can’t blame him. You need to be careful with him, show him what real love is so he might want to escape and never return from this world. Maybe you can change his few on this world.

’Do you have a particular name you like a lot?’

Taehyung… I like that name… a lot.’ He almost looks scared to speak his own mind. He hesitates in his sentences a lot. He can’t even have his own opinion, fucking bullshit. It’s all bullshit, if you’d ask. How much you’d like to go back in time to where the hybrids got invented and just ruin it all, destroying all their new-found inventions.

‘Okay Taehyung, I’m ___, we’re going to make a few things straight in this house.’

He nods, a bit confused to why you would name him his preferred name, are you just being nice so he would have to pay it back later in bed? Is this some test? To show you that he is a great pet? Because you already wanted to throw him out the moment he walked up to you and you hadn’t even looked at him yet. But the way you’re treating him made him confused. you disliked him so much in the first place, what got your mind to change like that?

‘First, you can go out whenever you want, I don’t mind, just don’t go too far because you will lose track on your path. Secondly, you may eat whatever you’d like, just look in the kitchen if you want anything and you can grab it, just don’t eat my whole fridge away. Thirdly, you can be casually with me. Fourthly, I don’t want anything from you, with that I mean your body. You can be free here.’

Your four simple ways around your house got his head dizzy. He never has been treated this way and he couldn’t really find a reason to why you would be different. Of course, he isn’t complaining, he just can’t stop thinking that’s it’s a trick and you will be throwing him out any minute now. It’s his biggest fear as a hybrid, being left alone and back in his own cell again, waiting for the next owner. To him, a home is way better than the cells the hybrids have to live in while they are in the between-owners period. It gets him chills, thinking back to those cells.

‘O-Okay…’

You smile at him, hand reaching up to pet his ears, which hadn’t stopped twitching with confusion, but now eased down as you kept petting him. The feeling isn’t foreign to him, but it still has been a long time since he has been petted, and to your information, he loves it. So it wasn’t a surprise that he purr immediately formed, head leaning into your hand, eyes still wide open as he didn’t yet dare to relax with you. What is he makes the wrong move? Will you punish him?

‘Relax, I won’t hurt you.’ You try to assure him and he eventually does, closing his eyes and head laying down on your lap, loud purr heard. This place suddenly felt like heaven to him, as if he has finally find his destination, a good owner. He can’t stop admiring you all of a sudden, loving your smell, the way your hands slide over his ears as you turn on the television. You don’t mind him having on your lap, it’s adorable and you see how much he needs this. He obviously never really had the chance to relax, so you wouldn’t mind showing him how life also could be. Thereby, you’re extremely tired and you just want to relax, you will deal with your new accompany the next day.

He turns around to face you on your lap, arms making their way around your waist as he couldn’t help himself anymore, affection drilling through his body by your touch. It’s so overwhelming, feeling so satisfied after many years of being a ‘slave’. He just wants to keep being in your arms, resting his head on your lap.

‘Aren’t you cold?’ You say as you feel a slight breeze in your apartment, thinking that he might be cold from it. You know that cats like warmth, since you had a cat when you were younger and still lived at home, so maybe lions do too. He shakes his head no, but you didn’t take his response as an answer, still standing up and getting a thick blanket for the both of you to lay under. When you came back and laid the blanket over his body, you notice his big boxy smile, purr as loud as always. You sit down next from him as you took the blanket over your body too, nudging him to come closer to you and so he does. He lays his body close against you, arms again around your waist as he watches along with the series you had zapped to.

‘___, are you testing me?’ He suddenly asks and you just shake your head, hand coming up to pet his hair slightly, reassuring that everything is okay and that he can relax for the upcoming 2 weeks, because you’re still not planning on keeping him. But maybe, just maybe, you will let him stay? He thought. If he’s just really good to you, you might reconsider your choice?

‘Just relax tonight, Taehyung. Nothing will happen, I won’t ever play with you like that, I’m not like that.’ You sigh, hand returning to your own lap. He feels relieved. You’re so different from most people and he just can’t wait for you to open up more to him, showing your real nature to him. Because, as he feels your skin on his, he feels something strange. Something he never felt before and he didn’t know it was just affection or something stronger than that, talking about his mate. Mating is still something very big in this system of hybrids, since it’s a big turn on for the humans, wanting to be mated with a hybrid. It’s fucked up, yeah, but humans like it, getting owned by something with a big animalistic drive. Like with heaths, humans enjoy those the most out of everything.

Never leave me.’ He mutters, genuinely meaning the words and making your heart break. You can’t, you don’t want to. You’ve always been against it. Always. You can’t just take a turn on your opinion because of him… But still, he seems to have this effect on you when he lays close to you, it somewhat gets you dizzy. Maybe it’s just the effect a hybrid has on its owners. Whatever it is, it makes you want to be closer to him, cuddle up to him and hold him. You try to fight back as much as possible and that eventually works. You’re not that weak, you know how to stop. But others don’t. What if he goes back, to that centre and then eventually to another horrible owner? You can’t let him go back there, not knowing that he will go somewhere terrible. 

It has only been the first hour and you feel as if you’ve fallen into a deep ravine. Boy oh boy, this is going to be a whole new adventure.

A/N: I hope y'all liked it!

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Summary: AU. Reader rushes to her ex-boyfriend’s side when he’s in an accident.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,733

Warnings: language, angst, referenced car accident/motorcycle accident, hospital, doctors, injury, fluff, more angst, more fluff, drunk driving mention, nothing gory, I’m not a damn doctor okay? Shonda Rhimes taught me this shit.

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Seven Things About Supernatural: 13x01 - “Lost And Found”

Oh hey.  The show’s back.  

Honestly.  This is mid-season or season-ender level crying happening.  And shit, I am so fucking here for it. 

  1. Jack is his father’s son.  Not Lucifer’s, despite his parentage, but Castiel’s.  He doesn’t understand, but he wants to.  He isn’t cruel, he isn’t violent.  He’s something that doesn’t fit.  Both of them want guidance from a missing father.  He even looks a bit like Cas, and the scenes in the police station – light bulbs exploding as he passes, being stabbed in the chest to no effect – are callbacks to Cas’ entrance in 4x01.   

    (He also takes after his uncle Gabriel, what with the Nougat thing.  And the t-shirt is kind of an awesome nod to what Dean “sees” in him – i.e. the son of Satan – via the horns.)

    But yeah.  He just wants his dad.  He was just looking for his dad.  I wonder who that sounds like…
  2. Miriam – aka drunk fries angel – was a highlight.  She’s merciless and damn good at her job, trailing the Winchesters to get intel while just sort of casually fucking with them.  She writes “BITCH” in the dust of Baby’s back window, and she’s brutal in her fight with Dean.  She knows how to make things hurt emotionally and physically, and makes decisions in the moment in ways that reminded me that I might have a very specific competence kink. 

    She reads Dean perfectly.  Anything?  Nope, Cas is dead.  You want your son safe?  Kill that guy and we’ll deal.  I’m gonna die?  Fine, but I’m taking a shot at the Nephil on the way out.

    She’s absolutely not a good person, but she’s a badass in ways that are satisfying as hell to watch.  Also, her actor – Carlena Britch – apparently did all of her own fight work.  (She also fractured her thumb filming with Jensen, so she’s a badass IRL.)
  3. She also conjures up the ghost of Becky Rosen.  Which…okay, I’m coming out of the text for a little bit on this one, because this was a thing that in the text is a little bit of a throwaway in the sense that we know how the angels feel about the Winchesters being a destabilizing, selfish force. 

    But the name Becky, that we’re supposed to hear.  And she uses it, over and over, so that if we miss it the first time, we’ll catch it.  And then she describes a really thoughtless, selfish person who breaks whatever she wants without concern for others in her own pursuit of satisfaction and amusement.

    Guys, I think Dabb might have called the disruptive, abusive edges of fandom out for their bullshit.  The ones who scream at the writers, the ones who kill the fun for other fans, the ones who are dicks at cons, etc.  And that’s…fascinating?  Because I know that Becky is a character a lot of folks have analyzed and tried to rehabilitate a little, even though she (and a lot of the fans portrayed in 5x09) are not a positive portrayal of fans in the same way some later portrayals are (e.g. 10x05).

    And if that’s what he’s doing, that only really exists inside that scene – because we probably aren’t supposed to self-identify this way via Dean after Miriam calls him a Becky – but…

    Anyway, it’s possible I’m projecting and seeing subtext where it’s not there, but I saw it the first time ‘round and in my morning rewatch and…yeah.  I can’t unsee it.   
  4. Dean’s prayer fucks me up something terrible.  

    “We’ve lost everything, and now you’re gonna bring him back.  Okay?  You’re gonna bring back Cas, you’re gonna bring back mom.  You’re gonna bring ‘em all back.  All of ‘em.  Even Crowley.  ‘Cause after everything you’ve done, you owe us, you son of a bitch.  So you get your ass down here and you make this right, right here, right now.”

    This isn’t the first time he’s excused himself to the back of the building to try and contact an absent father, and gone unheard.  He knows how this goes.  You can see it in his face.  He tries to have faith.  He gets nothing.  

    Arguably, Dean’s quarrel with Chuck in 11x21 still stands.  Nothing has changed.  He’s still getting screwed over by a father’s willful absence.

    And then there’s this: 

    “We’ve lost everything, and now you’re gonna bring him back.  Okay?  You’re gonna bring back Cas…”

    He can’t even say that Cas is dead to Sam when they go looking for Jack, but he knows it.  He saw the wing prints.  Miriam taunted him with it.  He’s fucked-up about losing Mary yet again – evidenced by his nightmare after Jack knocks him out – but this is the loss hitting him the hardest.  It’s Cas’ body that’s his to prepare, his to burn.  

    You’re gonna bring back Cas, you’re gonna bring back mom.  You’re gonna bring ‘em all back.  All of ‘em.  Even Crowley.

    (That’s not an echo of ”I love you.  I love all of you.”  Not at all.)

    “Well goodbye, Cas…”

  5. And hey, if Dean’s prayer didn’t fuck you up completely, Sam teaching Jack about funerals – Jack who is an orphan now, watching both of his parents burn – is there to cause the leak in your ceiling that will pour water on your face.  

    “You say thank you.  And you say you’re sorry.  You hope they’re somewhere without sadness, pain.  You hope they’re somewhere better.  You say goodbye.”

    Like, for all folks were complaining toward the end of Hellatus about who Sam is on the show of late – i.e. purely analytical, unfeeling – this ep was fantastic for centering him as this sort of mediating force who’s trying to work big picture despite the loss, trying to take all data into account.  

    And also trying not to die, because he was fucking terrified in that jail cell.

    Which hey, understandable.  And if we’re giving Miriam competence kink points for adusting on the fly, Sam earned his in bulk.  Plus, he totally headbutted an angel.  So hey.  Sam fucking Winchester.
  6. Actually, let’s just take a second to laugh about how scary Jack both is and isn’t.  Because he’s not doing most of the exotic, terrifying things on purpose.  He just does them when he’s scared.  And he knows almost nothing about his abilities, but he’s learning what he can as fast as he can after “growing up fast” as per his mother’s recommendation.  

    His sense of self seems kind of nebulous.  He “was” Kelly, though we don’t really know what he means by that exactly.  When he uses his powers he feels somehow disconnected from them.  

    And he gets hungry and the lights flicker we’re all like, “OH SHIT CLARK,” and then nope, he’s just magically stealing candy from the vendo.  And he feels really badly about frightening and hurting Clark and Sheriff Barker.

    He’s still figuring out shoes, y’all.  Shoes.
  7. So I can’t help but notice that Sam doesn’t share the Castiel-as-Jack’s-father bombshell with Dean.  Which, uh, I debated leaving as a bonus thing, or rolling into #5, but I think it’s significant enough to mention on its own, because this is a) kind of a big fucking deal with regard to understanding Jack, and b) kind of a serious fucking omission on Sam’s part. 

    Which…historically….well, Sam does that a lot.  And he usually has a reason, but it also usually has consequences, so batten down the hatches for that, I suppose.

Bonus Thing: Sheriff Barker is a gift.  I mean, she got the talk basically right out of the gate, and she advocates on behalf of people others call crazy or strange, and I kind of hope we see her again.  

Bonus Thing 2: Hey, are we still using Baby as a gauge for Dean’s wellbeing?  Because, uh…she needs some TLC.  

Bonus Thing 3: There is a moment during the Miriam v. Dean fight that is fucking amazing blink-and-you’ll-miss-it physical comedy.  He picks up a hat tree, she smashes the end off, then smashes it in half, and Dean does this cartoon panic and tosses the pieces up in the air.  

Like, seriously.  I need to learn to gif for moments like that. 

Bonus Thing 4: The universe screamed at Dagon’s death.  Presumably it did at Ramiel’s and Azazel’s, too?  Guess that’s how Asmodeus gets the memo…

anonymous asked:

Your thoughts on Matt???

I had to find an appropriate picture of Matt to express my undying adoration for this person because oh my fucking god.

The Holts are confirmed for, first, an entire family of unbelievable goddamn nerds and I say this with the greatest and warmest love in my heart. They are also confirmed for an entire dang family of Slytherins, jesus Matt.

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Touka’s look in this panel

Touka’s look of despair in this panel makes me come up with several possibilities.

The first one is that Dragon had killed everyone surrounding her but Touka, leaving her in despair because she thought she was about to be swallowed up by this monster just like others too. Given that at this moment she just met Dragon for the first time and could not immediately recognize this is Kaneki, but just another threat for all ghouls, she could be thinking this was her last moment before she died.

The second one, though unlikely, is that she knew this was Kaneki, and was forced to watch him slaughter people in a rage without being able to stop him. I consider this unlikely because Kaneki’s Dragon form right now can hardly make anyone even know it was him except Furuta, but still a possibility nevertheless. If that is the case, this might hit Touka hard because she knew her father had also gone crazy from trying to gain power for revenge, resulting in him being captured and losing his mind just like Kaneki is right now.

The third one is sort of similar to the first one, but instead Kaneki had only killed the CCG squad facing Touka and the remaining ghouls in chapter 143, and the other ghouls were actually in front of Touka instead of behind her back, while she turned her back to temporarily shield them from Dragon, again because she had yet to recognize him. I doubt Kaneki would hurt Touka, the only one he had been looking for while going through this rampage, since his position right now looks more like he is surrounding her to protect her from danger, but the other people’s safety is not guaranteed at all.

Extra note, Kaneki’s human form might actually make an appearance in this chapter too, in the round bubble beside Touka.

This panel looks like an egg to me, and since Kaneki’s story also follows the “Black Goat’s Egg”, in the next chapter we might actually see him emerging from this “egg” he was in to go to Touka. As for how his attitude would be towards everything he had done, I have no concrete assumption to make at all. People speculate him to be absolutely wrecked, devastated by what he had done, but that is Kaneki from part 1 when he accidentally stabbed Banjou and tormented himself over it. But chapter 144 showcased a very clear change in his personality and outlook towards life, when his thoughts were all about eradicating everything in his way including himself and Ishida’s illustration of him wearing the eyepatch on his human eye might represent a disconnection from his humanity.

Nothing is for certain until the next chapter is out or when Kaneki returns to his sense, but oh boy whatever the outcome is would not be pretty at all. And if he had not attacked Touka even when he went berserk and lost his control, then she might be one of the only few people who can talk some sense into him right now.

really the first listen thru i did not pay attention to merle dlfkjg like i liked him fine because clint is amazing and great. but taako was MY boy and also the lesbians were more important than anything ever. obvs

but this second listen thru like… god… i love merle… i thought he was just like, a sort of knockoff self insert (which i didnt mind bc clint is amazing and great!!!) but hes so… real… like i thought he was just this pathetic sort of goofball who wasnt as cool as taako or magnus but i guess thats because he doesnt have to be. hes such a No Regrets kind of character, except for the family thing, and his faith in pan and life and everything is so good, and uhuhuhuhu hes such a real ass character and i love merle fuck!!!

anonymous asked:

how did you & arin start dating? who asked who? what happened? sorry if this invasive but i feel like there’s a hella cute story in there somewhere

we were on the same page ever since we started talking to each other in texts that looked more like essays but it all sort of…came together during our trip to nyc? the chemistry we had over the internet was only stronger in real life (and i’m speaking from my own perspective here but i feel like arin would agree with me) and there was a lot of gentle handholding and soft cuddling and it didn’t really need a name? dating or not dating we were just enjoying being with each other, the reason why it even came up was mostly to make this easier to explain to others rather than ourselves because the fact that we were both grossly in love with each other was painfully obvious) it was on a particularly rainy and cold day when we decided to stay in, have pizza and roll around the bed when i just sort of…wondered very spontaneously “are we like…dating?” and for some reason it was funny but also arin said something along the lines of “i think we kind of are” which sounded so precious to me and we giggled about it for a bit before writing down a little manifest of commitment which i’m sure all people do right? that touches upon such delicate subjects as adopting a dog or a cat or a tiny sloth in the future and other ones that i’m not going to spill here)

My IT Review (May Contain Mild Spoilers)

Trying to record a video was just not going my way, so here is a post about my thoughts on IT. After reading some other people’s reviews, some of my opinions will definitely be in the minority, but it also looks as though many people had some of the same complaints as I did. But overall, IT WAS AMAZING.

PROS

  • It’s scarier than the trailer 
  • For some, IT looked too silly in the trailer and promotional stills, and I promise he makes up for it in the movie
  • The kids are totally motherfucking bad ass, especially during the rock fight scene and the end scene. 
  • Richie, Beverly, and Eddie stole the show. Richie is hilariously funny and had me laughing out loud. Richie and Eddie together are even better. And Beverly punches you right in the goddam gut with her emotional performance. 
  • Finn gets a mother fucking bat scene. 
  • The acting is amazing overall; these kids are so impressive. 
  • Although some things were changed, overall, it did a good job staying true to the book. 
  • No orgy scene for those of you worried, lol.

CONS

  • Although the Derry history was touched upon, I wish there was even more. 
  • The kid’s backstories and upbringings could have been fleshed out a lot more, and because they were limited, it was hard to emotionally connect with the characters, other than Beverly. 
  • Mike’s roll seems very random and awkward. For some reason they changed his entire backstory and his addition to the loser’s was just…out of place. I was highly disappointed in this; he deserved way more screen time as I find him sort of like a default leader if anything happened to Bill. Mike deserved better.
  • Henry and his gang are also just…an awkward addition. I felt there roles were simply added just because they were characters in the book, when in reality, their roles play a much larger part in the book and original TV adaptation. The entire end scene in the sewer is changed from the book and movie; I won’t say how but it for me, it was highly disappointing and they took away important things. Henry’s gang was painted as mere bullies when in the book Henry is much more sinister than that. 
  • Although Eddie’s leper was added, some IT incarnations are not. 
  • SPOILER: There is no “this is battery acid you slime!”, nor is there a dam building scene, nor is there Beverly kicking the boys’ asses with the slingshot. They don’t even bring the silver dollar slug down into the sewer in the end. 
  • I feel the emotional bond between the kids could have been stronger. I also feel like in the book/TV movie, we got the idea that these kids were chosen by fate to defeat IT. I feel like in this version, the burden sort of just…fell in their laps.
  • CGI. I really hated it, but I have a theory, haha. Some things looked too silly and fake to me, but if we are seeing it through a child’s perspective – a child who watches cartoons or reads comics – then what they see will somewhat reflect that. I don’t know if that theory is accurate, but it helps me feel better with all the CGI used on Pennywise. 
  • Literal floating dead kids. *rolls eyes*

Things You Wouldn’t Notice Unless You Read The Book/Saw TV Movie

  • The turtle. I am not 100% sure, but I’m pretty sure the lego set that Bill is holding from Georgie’s room is a turtle. If anyone else can confirm this or correct this, let me know. Also, a turtle is mentioned during the swim scene. 
  • You may see certain IT manifestations during the end scene; they are quick though, so if you blink, you will miss them. (Hint: Mummy)
  • The dead lights are shown, but not explained. 

Awesome Things I Fucking Loved

  • All the 80s throwbacks, especially Nightmare on Elm Street 5, Street Fighter, and New Kids on the Block!!!
  • Finn’s mother fucking bat scene!
  • The end scene is phenomenal and although I was in the theater by myself, I legit threw my arms up in the damn air and cheered like a nerd. 

Gore

  • For those wondering about gore, it’s not that bad. There are disturbing scenes, jump scares, and blood, but nothing that wouldn’t be shown on network cable like Walking Dead or American Horror Story.
  • EDIT: I said no animals die, but there is one on-screen death of a farm animal. Sorry!!!

And lastly,

  • SOME GUY SAW “CHAPTER ONE” AT THE END AND WAS LIKE, “WHATTTT, CHAPTER ONE????, AW HELL NO” LIKE HE DIDN’T KNOW THERE WAS A SECOND. LIKE IF YOU DON’T KNOW THERE IS A SECOND, YOU DON’T DESERVE IT. (Ok, just kidding, but really dude….omfg.)
So apparently Jungkook has a personal Instagram

This is the instagram account in question (Update: I guess I will update this for those who find this post days or weeks after. The account was a fake, it was found that this person has created fake accounts before. As you can see they have deleted their account, this is mainly because they had 100k plus followers, most followers from a popular bts info youtuber who made a video about it but without doing real research and having the comments disabled so most people believed it was jungkook’s real account and were DMing it. I think the main reason for deleting the acc was probably that the studiobillybean instagram were they stole the location pictures from ended up finding out about the fake account and in turn started posting BTS pictures. Shortly after the fake account deactivated their account. 

It’s sad that there are people who create accounts like this, there is another fake jungkook acc that posted an instagram story pretending to be jungkook singing but in fact it was an audio from an old bts radio interview. There’s also a fake Yoongi personal Acc. I have learn’t alot and I won’t be making a post like this again anytime soon…. I have come to realise that some army’s are just…..sPeCiAl.) 

it has 6 posts, apparently Wkskkk on the hangul keyboard is equivalent to Jeonaaa (i don’t know korean so…) the account has also written I miss you on Jungkook’s brother’s post of the dog. (I’m not going to lie, I have written I miss you Jungkook, when he hadn’t posted a selfie in a while so…yeah)

But note, the I miss you on the dog is kinda important, remember that.

Before I did some searching, they were a few things that didn’t add up. 

1. Jungkook is the member who is least active on social media so for a member to have a account like this, Jungkook would be the last person I would think.

 2. Let’s assume Jungkook has a personal account like this, he has a high definition camera that takes high quality pictures.

Exibit a: Taken by Jungkook.

Even if he used his phone, the pictures would not come out that low quality. So, my conclusion before searching was that maybe it’s a member of staff with a bad camera. Oh, how wrong I was….

Firstly, I image searched the pictures posted and let’s start with the Puma pictures.

These are the ones posted on the instagram account:

When I imaged search the second picture I ended up on this website. 

 It has a lot of pictures on the day when they were shooting for puma.

Notice the difference in quality, these pictures are hd, so i’m guessing the person used a filter.

Let’s talk about this jikook post. The exact same picture can be found on Bon Voyage 2.

This is selfie Jungkook himself hasn’t posted in full quality we only have this preview. This would explain why the picture is posted 4 times, because it’s small and why it’s in black and white.

This picture we have all seen it. They put a filter to make it look low quality.

Heres a better quality version.

Now I’m going to move on to the picture of the dog.

This to me, looks creepy because from my prospective it looks like a picture taken from outside a door or window..i don’t know. I google searched it and there was no match found. So, this could mean there is a picture for this dog somewhere it just wasnt found by google image search or maybe this is the only actual picture taken by this person of the dog. Remember that post where his person said I miss you on Jungkook’s brother’s instagram. That was a picture of the same dog. 

I searched the other pictures of the wall, buildings and stuff but there were no matches found there. This was the only match found and it was other korean instagram’s of sorts. 

Edit: All the pictures of the wall, tree and with the radiator are all taken from this instagram account. 

So, I would assume this person is Korean but I don’t think it is Jungkook nor a member of staff. Just a fan of Jungkook. But you never know I could be wrong. This is just what I found. 

(I’m going to tag @kookminworld0507   and @myriam1457-blog  because I wouldn’t have even known about the acccount if it wasn’t for your posts. 

Also, i do believe that BTS members have personal social media accounts it’s just I highly doubt this one is actually Jungkook’s.

klance headcanons in the canon universe

• i dont think either had a crush on the other at the garrison

• i mean, maybe lance thought keith was cute but just didn’t realize it because i feel like he thought he was straight at the garrison

• and maybe keith though lance was cute too but i feel like hes not really the type to get crushes on people at school because hes more focused on other things

• keith has always had sort-of long hair (except when he was like 5, he had a bowl haircut)

• i feel like before entering the garrison he had REALLY long hair and was like “i should cut this because why not” and just, fucked shit up, and thats why he has a mullet

• lance actually didnt have that many relationships at the garrison

• sure he had a couple short term girlfriends a few times but he was always more focused on getting good grades so he could move up classes and make his family proud

• inside red is one of the only places that keith feels safe

• even after the lion switch, red will still let keith in

• i also feel like blue would let lance in, she just HAD to completely shut him out in that moment because he had to go to red

• blue didnt want to let lance in because she knew if he came in she wouldnt want to let him go

• keith has never played a sport in his entire life

• this is why he is so bad at team-oriented things and always just wants to be left to do things on his own

• legit everytime i see “oh keith did (football, soccer, hockey, etc.)” im like, what kind of ooc bullshit

• he looks good in a hockey uniform though not gonna lie

• anyways

• keith doesnt really have taste for food unless its really really good so he doesnt mind the food goo

• speaking of the food goo i think it tastes like old tea bags and grass

• i feel like keith and lanve would have that thing where theyve both confessed that they like eachother but theyre just,, so awkward and are both waiting for the other to officially ask them on a date

• i also think that before they even knew they liked eachother, they were always in “this technically could be seen as a date” situations

• to them a date can just be hanging out in their rooms together

• which they do that literally any time they get

• they always hang out in lances room because lances room has actually been home-ified while keiths room looks like no one has ever lived in there

• when they finally sort out the altean pool, everyone learns that keith actually cant swim

• keith thought that he could swim because he thought it looked pretty self explanatory but then he gets right into the deep end and almost drowns

• keiths favorite thing to do to pass time is stare out the windows on the ship and just watch the passing planets and stars

• the thing is that he can literally be staring at it for hours on end and suddenly lance comes in like “wtf babe its 2am go to sleep” and keith is like “what :0? its only been like 20 minutes”

• lance loves to watch hunk cook food

• he especially loves it because a) hunk says some wild stuff while hes cooking and b) he gets to be the taste tester

• casual hand holding is a must

• there could be someone between them and they will just reach around and hold hands behind the person

• lance gets keith into the habbit of taking naps (which isnt really a good thing considering their current job)

• so they both stop taking naps (unless given permission to chill) but instead the move into the same room (they move into lances room bc keiths room can go fuck itself)

• theyll say their going to bed at 9 but then spend 3 hours just talking to eachother about random shit

• they always have something to talk about with eachother

• lance has a secret obsession with keiths hair (despite always complaining about it) and will always run his fingers through it

• keith also has an obsession with lances hair but not in the same way

• while lance likes keiths hair because its soft and fluffy and long, keith likes lances hair because its good for fidgeting with

• lance will lay between keiths legs with his back to keiths chest while talking to the team and keith will just absent mindly touch lances hair

• nose kisses!

• nose kisses before battles!

• nose kisses before going to sleep!

• nose!

• kisses!

• 🅱️ls

• keith goes to lance or shiro for comfort depending on what type of comfort he needs

• one time in their late night talks they started talking about the future and where their relationship will go

• (after dating for a few years) their like basically engaged without either of them having ever asked

• anyways, back to that late night talk

• lance brings up kids and is like “oh yeah, you probably dont want any kids :(” and keith just stares at him like boy the fuck

• “lance i have never really had a family but i desperately want one, i want 10000 kids”

• ok im definitely gonna make a keith and lance as dads hc post after this