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👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

me, @ the wjsn teasers: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit


👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

When a kitty comes up to you and gives you the little head bop because it's so happy to see you

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

So I’m in a situation right now where my dad and his girlfriend left for a quick thing with the girlfriend’s friends (“it’ll just be like 2 hours!” they said) and we also had people coming over later that night but they swore up and down they’d be home by 9

It’s now 9:53. They’re still not back. The guests are here. I barely know them.

daddy kink

do NOT sign me the FUCK up 👎👀👎👀👎👀👎👀👎👀 bad shit ba̷̶ ԁ sHit 👎 thats ❌ some bad 👎👎shit right 👎👎 th 👎 ere 👎👎👎 right ❌ there ❌ ❌ if i do ƽaү so my self🚫 i say so 🚫 thats not what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ 🚫 👎 👎👎НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ 👎 👎👎 👎 🚫 👎 👀 👀 👀 👎👎Bad shit

  • me:*rereads my own fics* what on earth was i thinking, the plot is all over the place, there are spelling and grammar mistakes everywhere, why did this even get any likes/kudos, should i delete this
  • also me:*rereads my own fics*👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌plot right there👌👌👌 right✔there 💯 A+ for characterization if do say so my self 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

anonymous asked:

Yes!!! I made it this time!!! Can I request a scenario where Futakuchi is hanging out with his crush and Aone and after a while Aone leaves. Futakuchi finally works up the courage to confess his feelings (actually nervous on the inside Futakuchi is <3!) but before he can say anything she says something about Aone and Futakuchi realizes she is in love with his best friend?

I hope this is what you had in mind! Futakuchi is my love, I hope I made him suffer enough! - Admin Dad

Even after the three of you stepped inside, the chorus of the cicadas’ hum rang persistently in Futakuchi’s ears. The thick late summer heat had forced you all into the nearest train station, prematurely ending the afternoon hike you had originally planned. Futakuchi wasn’t one for hiking; mountains were best experienced from inside an air-conditioned tramcar in his humble opinion. But how could he say no to you when you asked him, nearly bouncing up and down with excitement. It was nearly impossible for Futakuchi to ever tell you no; it was like you had this power over him and he was more than happy to bend to your will.

“Aw, Aone-kun, you’re leaving already?” your shoulders dropped; your backpack slid off one arm and then the other, hitting the floor with a pathetic thump.

“Mm,” Aone nodded, glancing back to check the train schedule once again. His train was due any minute.

You gripped the backpack straps in your hands. “I’m sorry the plans fell through, but you could at least stay for a late lunch, couldn’t you?”

“Sorry,” Aone’s deep voice rumbled from his chest, “but if I head back now I can help out with dinner.”

Futakuchi couldn’t hide the devilish smirk spreading across his face. “Aw, what a good son you are. I guess ____ and I will have to dine together without you. Your company will be missed—especially your riveting conversation skills.”

You and Aone scowled at him in unison. “Why are we even friends with you?”

At that moment, Aone’s train pulled into the station. Wordlessly he left the two of you behind, swiping his ticket at the turnstile and stepping off the platform right as the car doors opened. He looked up and nodded farewell as the doors shut and the train departed, leaving you and Futakuchi behind.

“Well,” you sighed, stretching your arms before slinging your bag back onto your shoulders, “I’m hungry. You want to go get food?”

Futakuchi’s heart skipped a beat. It was such a simple suggestion, but when paired with that upturned glance of yours it might as well have been a recipe for cardiac arrest. “Oh, uh, yeah. Sure.”

“Cool. I saw a decent looking restaurant down the block, would that work?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

You stopped and faced Futakuchi, eying him suspiciously. “You’re awfully agreeable today.”

Futakuchi balked. “What’s that supposed to mean? I go with the flow.”

“Like a boulder in a stream,” you scoffed.

“You meant that as an insult, but I’m going to interpret it as a compliment about my willpower.” Futakuchi puffed out his chest. “Which, as captain and part of Datekou’s Iron Wall I shouldn’t be so yielding. That hardheadedness is necessary to be a good blocker, you know. That’s why Aone is so good, he’s as stubborn as they come.”

You cast your gaze away, a small smile tugging at your lips. Futakuchi had to remind himself to breathe. “Yeah, sure. I’m hungry, so ‘let’s go, Datekou.’”

You were too busy mocking the school cheer on the way to the restaurant to notice Futakuchi staring at you in awe. He knew he wasn’t the easiest guy to get along with, but no one ever pushed back at Futakuchi like you did. You challenged him, teased him, sometimes straight up insulted him, but you always looked so beautiful while you did it. And he knew that beneath all that taunting that you really did care about him; you were the most caring person he’d ever met. You saw things in other people that most missed. The day you two met, you had sat down right next to Aone on the train and the two of you were still talking—Aone, his ever silent best friend, talking—when you entered the classroom. From that moment, Futakuchi was hooked, and every day he only found himself in deeper.

And now the two of you were alone together for the first time since Futakuchi realized how strong his feelings were. This could be his chance to take things to the next level—if he could actually get his mouth to form the words.

“Table for two, please.” Your voice only vaguely distracted Futakuchi from the pounding in his chest.

Oh god, what if he told you and you laughed in his face? He could play it off as a joke but you could always tell when he was serious or faking it. What if you didn’t like him back and decided the two of you couldn’t be friends anymore? That’d be too hard to handle, losing you completely. What if you thought he was creepy and started yelling at him, or worse, what if you didn’t say anything?

“Hellooo, earth to Futakuchi!” You snapped your fingers in front of his face. “Are you okay? You’re spacing out a lot.”

“Hm? No, no I’m not,” Futakuchi protested, swatting your hand away. He slipped into the booth, trying to hide the growing blush on his cheeks. “I just need something to drink. I’m a little thirsty since someone decided it was a good idea to go hiking in the dead of summer.”

You laughed as you sat down across from him. “Ah, there he is, the sassmaster returns.”

After the hostess left, the two of you sat in silence as you skimmed the menu options. You had propped your head on one hand while the other laid innocently on table, only centimeters away from Futakuchi’s.

It killed him how badly he wanted to just close the distance and hold your hand. How badly he wanted to do all that lame couple stuff he used to make fun of and have you mercilessly tease him, making gagging noises the whole time.

And maybe it could happen, he just had to take a chance. When would he have another opportunity like this again?

Futakuchi took a deep breath. “So, ______, I just noticed, this is probably the first time you and I have hung out alone.”

You tilted your head in thought. “I think you’re right, that’s crazy!”

“Yeah… and now without Aone around, maybe you and I can talk about some things…” he felt his heart begin to race, “like about friends and feelings and… feelings about friends ”

“What?” Your eyes lit up in terror while your face quickly turned deeper and deeper shades of red. “How, how did you know?”

“Wha—“ Futakuchi started to speak but you cut him off.

“Goddamn it, Futakuchi, I swear if you make a rude joke or say something to him about this, I’ll kill you.”

Ah, so that’s how it was. It made sense, really. You were friends with Aone first. You were the one who could get Aone to have full-length conversations, and as much as you laughed with Futakuchi it never sounded like how you laughed with Aone. And you looked so sad when Aone turned down your lunch invitation. Futakuchi was so nervous about being alone with you while you didn’t seem the slightest bit fazed. He wondered how often he was invited along on outings just to act as a buffer for you.

“I’m not gonna do anything like that,” Futakuchi stretched his arms back and rested his head in his hands. “Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted my help, like maybe next time I could be the one to skip out, leaving you two alone, or we could start with smaller steps, whatever.”

“You’d really do that?” Your tone was more hopeful than suspicious, and Futakuchi tried to ignore how much it stung that you weren’t calling his bluff.

“Of course, I’m kind of a jerk sometimes but I’m not horrible. Besides, you two are my best friends and I want you to be happy.”

Those words were more for Futakuchi’s benefit than they were for yours. And he’d keep telling himself that phrase over and over the next time he caught himself staring at you, or thinking about you, or deluding himself into thinking he’d ever have you.

Pt. 3 Fire

Bechloe Week The Six Times Chloe Beale Almost Said Something And The One Time She Was Too Late Pt. 3


 The night started completely innocent. Like just a couple of songs at an aca-reunion at the Lodge of Fallen Leaves.

Aubrey Posen had invited all of the Bellas, the Trebles, the Tonehangers–

Beca was currently being dragged by her hyper redhead friend to the campfire where Bumper was currently leading the aca-people of the world through an aca-rendition of Don’t Let Me Down by the Chainsmokers. Beca could make out Cynthia Rose’s voice that had to have come straight out of aca-heaven. It made her heart swell with joy as she hadn’t heard the Bellas sing together in a while.

Beca made her way to the Bellas with Chloe, and  they all greeted them both with a chorus of “Bhloe!”

Just as the self-proclaimed badass was about to go soft and envelop every single one of her Bellas in hugs, a voice spoke up from her right.

“Feisty Mouse!”


Beca was going to kill Aubrey. Of all the people she could have invited, she had to invite the Kommissar– the very sexy, word vomit inducing, makes Beca Mitchell not able to think straight, Kommissar. “I'mmmm just gonna go!” Beca said, letting go of Chloe’s hand. Her eyes immediately went to the ground as she attempted to advert her eyes from having to see the leader of Das Sound Machine, but before she could get away, Chloe grabbed her wrist. “No Beca, the Bellas are here. They’ll want to spend time with us.”

Oh no. Kommissar was coming towards them. Beca shielded her face. ‘Act natural, Beca. Act natural.’ “Hide me,” she squeaked, throwing herself behind her friend and crouching until her knees were touching the grass.

“How is my favorite little dwarf?” Kommissar asked, looking clean over Chloe like she wasn’t even there. Beca, terrified, looked up in the Kommissar’s eyes and sqwauked. She was in a compromising position and was using the back of Chloe’s fiery hair to hide her face. Now that she thought about it, it probably looked ludicrous.

Beca took a deep breath, psyching herself up, and stood up as straight as possible. She was going for, ‘I’m fine.’ But that's  not what came out of her mouth. “I’m super g, you stunning sunburst.”

“BECA!” Chloe said, her mouth hanging open. Beca didn’t dare look at the rest of the Bellas’ faces.

“Yes, I’m doing fine as well. Are you ready to lose again to Das Sound Machine at the riff off?”

The Kommissar was doing it again, staring her down, hypnotizing her. She could feel the heat of the fire on her face, and all she could see was sparks.

“Yeah, I’m going to lose,” she said breathlessly, and before she could stop herself she pulled the Kommissar’s face towards her. Her lips were inches from Luisa’s before Luisa realized what she was doing and pulled back. The German singer toppled backwards to the ground.

Beca froze, realizing that she had almost cheated on Jesse.

Luisa was staring in complete shock up at her, her confused eyes wider than Beca had ever seen them. ‘I thought you were with the ginger,’ she mouthed.

And Chloe, Chloe looked at Beca with those puppy blue eyes with something that can only be described as hurt. She chewed on her bottom lip and looked back down. It seemed like she just didn’t want to look Beca in the eyes.

But it didn’t last long.


And before Beca could comprehend anything else, everything went to hell.
Cynthia Rose was shouting for people to calm down, Denise was crying, Emily was yelling for Luisa to ‘stop drop and roll!’ but Luisa was screaming too loud to hear her, and  Aubrey had that stupid shotgun in her hands shouting nonsense.

The gun sent everyone around them into a panic, and some of the High Notes were shouting ‘Active Shooter.’

“A GUN IS NOT GOING TO PUT OUT FIRE AUBREY!” Fat Amy yelled, football tackling  her friend to the ground.

Jessica and Ashley had a bucket of water that seemingly appeared out of thin air and put Luisa’s fire out.

“Where did they come from?” Cynthia Rose asked.

“Where did they get the bucket?” Flo asked next.

Jessica and Ashley rolled their eyes. But everyone’s attention was snapped back to where Aubrey was, because they could hear police sirens so loud it made everyone wince.


Cops had Aubrey on the ground, reading her her rights, and news crews were surrounding the place, yammering on about a shooter at the Lodge of Fallen Leaves and Fat Amy the Legend who had stopped it all.

The videos went viral, and the Bellas were on national news again.
They all had to get on the bus to go get Aubrey out of jail, so they could figure this whole thing out. The cops were just going to release her, though. She had just gone through questioning, and Beca was sure they were all going to get questioned  too, but Aubrey didn’t mean any harm. She never would have hurt anyone. She was just insane and sometimes didn’t have any common sense.

Beca and Chloe were in the back of the bus sitting next to each other, not talking. Beca was holding her head where it had been cut in the confusion. She had just gotten off the phone with Jesse. With all the rumors on the T.V. about the girl from Das Sound Machine and the captain of the Bellas being together, together, Jesse said they needed a break.

There were lesbian rumors about Beca and Chloe as well. That hit Jesse harder than anything else. Beca just thought about ending it with him, but she found herself stopping, because she felt shitty and needed him right now more than ever. She knew she was being selfish, but there was an awkward tension between her and Chloe that had never been there before. She needed Jesse. She needed her bro.

“Chlo, I –”

Chloe took her earphone out and turned to her friend, squeezing her hand.

“Beca, stop. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“She just gets in my head,” Beca whispered. “She made me realize I was bi.”

Chloe laughed, hoping Beca wouldn’t hear the pain within it. Beca was the one who made her realize she was bi. Everything from that stupid shower to the campfire to everything else. She opened her mouth to tell Beca that but thought against it.

“Everyone who likes girls has that one person, Beca.”

Beca didn’t look at Chloe, but she smiled to hide the fact that she might just cry. She hoped Chloe wouldn’t see it, but Chloe always saw everything. “Yeah, but I realized that when I had a boyfriend. I am the shittiest girlfriend on the planet. I think it’s over by the way.”

“What, why?” Chloe’s question was high, and she knew she sounded hopeful. Guilt clawed at her stomach, but she tried to ignore it.

“Hasn’t Momma Beale called you about all the rumors on national TV? They’re making you out to be a homewrecker.”

“Well, I am like fire,” she nudged Beca and winked, “I’m ginger and don’t have a soul, so it happens. Plus, we’re just about to be accused of letting a shooter walk free. Being called a homewrecker is the least of my worries. Seriously,” Chloe said, her eyes going wide. “With this on top of Fat Amy’s stunt with Obama, we all may even be put on a terrorist watch list.”

Beca started cackling. She was laughing so hard, she was wheezing. Her stomach hurt. Aubrey Posen was never again going to be able to call her a delinquent.

She didn’t know where her relationship with Jesse was going, but at least she had Chloe and the Bellas to keep her sane. Okay, maybe not sane. But as stable as possible.

As always, tell me if there are any errors.

To be continued x 4

Part 1 Part 2

punkmccqll  asked:

Jean Grey: *does anything* Me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit


last year there was this video that went super viral on the internet of a girl from Venezuela who made a song called “a las chicas de verdad les gusta el pollo frito” which means “true girls love fried chicken” the thing with the song is that “pollo” in Spanish means “chicken”, and the chorus of the song repeated “pollo pollo pollo, POLLA” polla means dick, so she was like singing a pun about chicken (pollo) = dicks (polla), and that true girls love a good dick, you know. 

and now I can’t help but think of Kaneki and his chicken legs/arms. I was talking with a friend and she said “Touka will have an orgasm with his chicken legs” and I was like remembering this song saying “no worries, true girls love fried chicken(dicks)” LMAOOOO. 

lapis admitting malachite was an unhealthy relationship 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

lapis after telling jasper that their relationship was toxic

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

nerd-of-the-world  asked:

I had a dream last night where Bucky in TM2C was a trans male and the only way we knew was because he said "like these guns? That's what testosterone does for you" and that's it

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit


cute scenario with NCT Johnny where its y/n’s bday but he forgets due to preparing hard for a concert/event and he makes it up to her

Ameliorate: to make better

Words: 2907

“Okay, it’s so close,” the dance instructor pinches his fingers together until the skin turns white, “so, so so so close but the chorus needs to be sharper.”

The boys watch him cross the room with blank expressions. Sweat gluing their shirts to them and making the backs of their necks uncomfortably sticky. They stand at their finishing pose at the end of the song waiting in anticipation for the dreaded words to come out of the man’s mouth.

“One more time!”

A series of groans and sighs they no longer care to hide sound as they drag their exhausted bodies back along the sides of the practice room.

The music starts again. The pounding base pulsing inside Johnny’s veins as he counts down until when he has to enter the ‘stage’.

He watches Taeyong and Yuta fly across the floor, their limbs moving so fast that they’re blurred. The two boys are so synchronized that it makes Johnny’s head whirl as he watches them. He taps his fingers against his thigh, a metronome steadily counting down for him. Suddenly the erratic movement stops, the music dies down and Johnny saunters into the center of the room.

His heart was beating a thousand miles per second. They were only in the practice room and he was already nervous of having to put out this, cocky, annoyingly smirky side of him the choreographer wanted.

The other two boys backed up a few steps, like this was some challenge. Johnny sees Ten doing a little cheerleader-like dance from the corner of his eye and grins under his hat before he beat drops once more.

Now it’s the three of them dancing until Hansol and WinWin join them. The six bodies working in formation. Every spin, leap, and turn is articulated with such precision it’s as if they’re all one giant puzzle piecing their performance together.

Johnny listens to the music beginning to die out. His members movements following along with the notes becoming slower and slower until all sound is gone except for their heaving breathing.

Their choreographer walks out from the corner of the room where he was observing.

The members heaved a few more breathes and pushes themselves up from their crouches to face the instructor.

“Okay, that was better.” He claps his hands together so loud that if Johnny had enough energy he would have jolted.

“But that very last part, when WinWin and Yuta flip beneath you two,” he pointed between Johnny and Hansol. “We need to work on that.” He starts taking a backwards run into the corner.


Johnny lays in his bed shared with another one of his fellow members. They’d be leaving tomorrow for the concert in Tokyo.

Yuta was so ecstatic when he heard they were going to his home country he didn’t know what to do with himself. So once their manager left them Yuta was walking in circles smiling like a maniac and fluttering his hands until he pounced on the first person to renter the room. Which happened to be Jisung. The younger had almost been crushed under Yuta.

Johnny chuckles and continues to grin up at the ceiling. It was only their second concert of the year, and yet, he could barely keep his excitement in him.

After so many years training and preparing, he was finally going to be able to stand on stage with his members. To hear the crowds cheering before him as they chanted along to every word he sang and danced to. Even thinking about it now made tears begin to burn at his eyes. There was no way he’d be able to hold them in during the performance.

After taking another content sigh Johnny lets his stiff muscles relax as his eyes flutter shut. Drifting into sleep just as his phone lights up.

After the chaotic mess of trying to relocate Doyoung’s luggage, piling everyone into the vans, and doing headcount a dozen times, the members of NCT were all finally seated in the airplane set to take off for Tokyo.

As the members jabbered away excitedly around him, Johnny was frantically looking between his dead phone and the flight attendant walking back and forth along the aisle.

Due to his exhaustion, he’d forgotten to plug his phone in last night to charge it, and there had been absolutely zero chances to charge it between the time at the dorm until now.

He stares at the phone, practically begging it to get 1% of battery so he can just FaceTime you before he leaves.

Johnny sets the phone down, a frown marring his face just when the device dings and he’s snatching it back up, fingers flying around the screen until he’s staring at his face, waiting for you to pick up.

You pick up after a few rings. Johnny beams at you through the screen, his heart calming down a little now that he’s seeing you. 

“Hi.” He smiles at you again and takes a moment to memorize your features. Even though he has nearly a thousand pictures of you on his phone. 

“Hi.” You answer back. You couldn’t see where he was but you assumed they were leaving soon with all of the background noise. 

“How are you feeling?” You continue. You take in the circles under his eyes and the slight paleness in his complexion. You hope it’s just from the lighting in the plane but your gut tells you otherwise.

“Not bad.” Johnny throws a tired smile at you and you wince. Johnny all but notices and drops the plastic grin. “I’m fine Y/N. I’ll be home in no time and we can go out on a bunch of dates.”

He mistook your pained expression for the lack of his presence, not your concern for his health.

You swiveled in your chair at your desk, the background changed from your white walls to your doorway and bed, where there was a small stack of presents from your friends and family.

Johnny’s eyes go from your face to the bright blue and pink boxes behind you and his stomach drops to the concrete beneath the craft.

“Y/N.” his eyes are wide and he’s suddenly clutching the phone tighter in his hands. “Your birthday,” he drags a hand through his hair and lets out a small anguished sigh. “it was yesterday, I’m so sorry Y/N, I-”

“Please turn all devices off and prepare for takeoff.” A flight attendant stood in the aisle and was smiling specifically at Johnny. He tried to give her a pleading look but she stayed rooted to the spot as he gestured to his phone. You took it upon yourself to hang up, saving the awkwardness for Johnny and his other members.

“I’ll talk to you later Johnny.” You tried to sound cheerful as you pressed the end button but Johnny’s downturned brows told you he sensed how you were actually feeling. It was too late however, Johnny’s face had paused on the screen before you hit the home button and tossed your phone aside.

You weren’t absolutely miserable because Johnny forgot your birthday. But a little sad could be one way to describe how you felt. You stared at the bright light from your desk lamp until you saw spots in your vision and drug your eyes to somewhere else to stare at.

You knew he had been busy, the back to back rehearsals, rerunning through choreographies and songs until he could practically do the entire performance in his sleep. But a little ‘Happy Birthday’ text would have been enough.

The lamp light was feeling all too bright. You stood and flicked it off, plunging your room into darkness. The wood was cold under your feet as you padded back to your bed. Sighing heavily as you laid down, trying not to make this a big deal. Johnny had a lot of things on his mind right now. But that still didn’t mean you weren’t hurt.

Johnny sat on his two hour flight staring straight at the folded up tray in front of him. The members already knew of his issue. Being that he nearly screamed it to the entire craft as soon as you hung up.

They decided to leave him alone after a few minutes, feeling much like they were intruding on something too private.

Johnny spent half the time staring at his hands, his mouth twitching in annoyance with himself because how could he have forgotten your birthday? You, being one of the most important people in his life and he just breezed over yesterday like it was nothing.

He took a deep breath through his nostrils and now resorted to glaring at his palms, trying to come up with ways to make this up to you.

When the flight ended Johnny had come up with little to nothing.

He followed the members through the airport and walked dazedly pasts the cameras and into the vans. His shoes became his new focus point as he scoured his brain for something.

After they were checked into their hotel, Johnny followed Yuta, Hansol, and Ten into the elevator. As the doors were sliding closed he caught a glimpse of what was happening in the grand party room across from them.

“I have it!” His reached out and snatched the first human being next to him. It was Hansol. The poor boy looked at Johnny with alarm of his sudden outburst when he had been so dejected all day.

It’s a little past 11 pm and you’re sitting curled up under the heap of blankets on your bed before your laptop. You squint at the light that burns your retinas but you’re too determined to watch the entire live stream to turn the thing off.

It had been almost a week after your birthday and it was safe to say that you’d left the incident behind you.

Right now as you watched Johnny jump around the stage you were filled to the brim with pride. And you may have shed some tears after the first choreo, but Johnny was never going to find that out.

The concert was drawing to an end you knew. You had been seated on your bed for the past two hours, unmoving and watching every movement Johnny and his members made on the stage.

A slight hint of bitterness was coursing through you. Being that it was one of Johnny’s first concerts, you had wanted to be there to support him in this milestone of his career. Unfortunately, it seemed that your school had other plans for you. While Johnny was off performing, you were stuck at home going to and from school, studying your brains out for the upcoming exams.

The fans cheers had died down a little and you pulled your blankets further up your back and around your head. Your eyes flicked around the screen and landed on Johnny lightly tapping a microphone to test it before bringing it to his lips.

“Everyone having fun?!” His grin was infectious and soon you were smiling like an idiot at your screen.

A mass of voices answered his question.

“Good!” Johnny was pacing around the edge of the stage. The members lined up behind him in a row, smiling ecstatically and waving.

“So, I made a really, really dumb mistake.”

The crowd quiets down and you find yourself leaning forward as if it would help you hear better.

“There’s a special girl out there, she’s one of the most important people in my life…”

Johnny coincidentally looks directly into the camera streaming live for you and you sigh a little. A week without your boyfriend was a little harder than you imagined.

“I was too busy focusing on myself and I forgot her birthday.”

You sit back from the screen robotically. The words flowing through one ear and out the other. You were only able to stare at the screen, at Johnny smiling sadly down at the shiny black stage and lifting his head.

“Y/N,” He’s looking directly into the camera again.

“I’m sorry I forgot your birthday…”

He starts to walk backwards so that he now stands among the members. Before he can continue with whatever he was going to say Ten holds up his own microphone.

“Try not to cry too much Y/N.” He giggles and holds the microphone along his side. Johnny only gives him an eye roll and picks up where he left off.

“So, I was thinking… that we should sing happy birthday to her?”

Johnny looks out nervously into the crowd. The mass of fans remain silent for agonizing seconds before they erupt into a cacophony of cheers.

Johnny’s grinning from ear to ear as he waves his arms around like a conductor to start the song off.

“Happy birthday to you…”

Thousands of voices are singing to you in multiple languages. The members lined up, swaying side to side in a cringe worthy tacky way and the audience, one giant voice booming into your ears through your earbuds.

You’re not exactly crying like Ten teased you for. But there are little streaks of tears running down your face as you beam at the screen and laugh at the members now flouncing around on the stage.

It’s a week later when NCT returns home.

You decided to stay in your apartment instead of running off to the packed airport. The members would be exhausted by now and you didn’t want to bother them. No matter how much your heart tugged for you to sprint to the nearest bus stop.

You’re lounging on your couch, the rom-com playing on the screen doing very little to catch your attention when your door bell rings.

You push yourself up and pause the movie.

A tiny, unreasonable part of you hopes that it’s Johnny but you try to shove the hope down as you swing open the door.

There’s someone standing on your doorstep, holding up a luggage to cover their face. It takes you a few seconds to register who it is before you’re launching yourself into his arms.

“Johnny!” You cry out and he has .2 two seconds to drop his luggage and catch you.

Luckily he succeeds and you’re both wrapped around each other. You sighing into his chest and he burying his face in your hair.

“I missed you…” You mumbled into his puffy coated chest as he waddles into the warmth of your apartment, with you hanging onto him like a koala.

“Missed you too.” He murmurs into your hair and kisses the crown of your head.

When you finally pull away you tsk at the gray color under his eyes. Johnny only protests weakly as you shove him into your bed, the exhaustion fully taking over him once he lays down and is immediately asleep.

He’s somehow managed to pull you down with him and you find yourself cocooned in the human blanket that is Johnny. It doesn’t take long, with the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back to lull you to sleep.

When you wake up Johnny’s already out of bed and you sit up with a childlike pout on your face.

You notice his luggage tossed in the center of your room from last night and sigh in relief that he hasn’t left. Then you notice the heavenly scent invading your room.

You follow the smell out to the kitchen where you find Johnny, back turned from you flipping a pancake and adding it to a stack on a plate next to him.

You ignore the pile of burned ones tossed in the sink and snicker as you fold your arms around him.

“What’s all this?” You mumble sleepily and rest your forehead against his back.

“Hm?” Johnny says before registering your question.

“I forgot your birthday, so I’m spending the rest of today making it up to you.”

He sets down the fry pan and spatula and turns to peck your forehead and cheeks.

“You don’t have too Johnny. I’m not mad or anything.” You look up at his unreadable expression.

Johnny leans down to kiss your forehead and pull you into his chest.

“But I want to Y/N.”

You’re grinning into his chest. You wondered how you got so lucky when you ran into Johnny outside a ramen shop.

You take a deep breath while still facing his chest, expecting to get a whiff of Johnny himself but instead a burnt stench hits your nostrils.

“Johnny…” you start to pull away from your coddling boyfriend. “I think you burned the pancakes…”

“SH-” Johnny spins around and yanks the steaming pan off the flame. When he turns back around you get a full view of the blackened batter. Johnny’s frowning cutely at the burnt mess he’s made which only makes you snort and poke at his side.

“Aw look it’s in the shape of a heart.” You practically cackle and point at the pan in Johnny’s hands as he goes to dump the disaster into the garbage bin.

“That didn’t happen.” Johnny points the spatula at you and goes back to the stove. He attempts to shoo you off to the counter so that you can eat, but that only works for a few minutes. And then you’re back at his side, an arm wrapped around him, at the start of the perfect first day with Johnny back home.

A/N I’m sorry this took so long! 

Chorus of black holes radiates X-rays

Supermassive black holes do not give off any of their own light, hence the word “black” in their name. However, many black holes pull in, or accrete, surrounding material, and emit powerful bursts of X-rays. Collectively, these active black holes throughout the sky can be thought of a cosmic choir, singing in the language of X-rays. Their “song” is what astronomers call the cosmic X-ray background.

To date, NASA’s Chandra mission has managed to pinpoint many of the individual black holes contributing to the X-ray background, but the ones that let out high-energy X-rays–those with the highest-pitched “voices”–have remained elusive.

New data from NASA’s Nuclear Spectroscopic Telescope Array, or NuSTAR, has, for the first time, begun to pinpoint large numbers of the black holes sending out the high-energy X-rays. More technically, NuSTAR has made significant progress in resolving the high-energy X-ray background.

“We’ve gone from resolving just 2 percent of the high-energy X-ray background to 35 percent,” says Fiona Harrison, Benjamin M. Rosen Professor of Physics and Astronomy at Caltech, the principal investigator of NuSTAR, and lead author of a new study describing the findings in an upcoming issue of The Astrophysical Journal. “We can see the most obscured black holes, hidden in thick gas and dust.”

The results will ultimately help astronomers understand how the growth patterns of supermassive black holes change over time–a key factor in the development of black holes and the galaxies that host them. For instance, the supermassive black hole at the center of our Milky Way galaxy is dormant now, but at some point in the past, it would have siphoned gas and bulked up in size.

As black holes grow, their intense gravity pulls matter toward them. The matter heats up to extremely high temperatures and particles get boosted to close to the speed of light. Together, these processes make the black hole surroundings glow with X-rays. A supermassive black hole with an ample supply of fuel, or gas, will give off more high-energy X-rays.

NuSTAR is the first telescope capable of focusing these high-energy X-rays into sharp pictures.

“Before NuSTAR, the X-ray background in high-energies was just one blur with no resolved sources,” says Harrison. “To untangle what’s going on, you have to pinpoint and count up the individual sources of the X-rays.”

“We knew this cosmic choir had a strong high-pitched component, but we still don’t know if it comes from a lot of smaller, quiet singers, or a few with loud voices,” says coauthor Daniel Stern, the project scientist for NuSTAR at JPL. “Now, thanks to NuSTAR, we’re gaining a better understanding of the black holes and starting to address these questions.”

High-energy X-rays can reveal what lies around the most obscured supermassive black holes, which are otherwise hard to see. In the same way that medical X-rays can travel through your skin to reveal pictures of bones, NuSTAR can see through the gas and dust around black holes, to get a deeper view of what is going on inside.

With NuSTAR’s more complete picture of supermassive black hole populations, astronomers can begin to puzzle together how these objects evolve and change over time. When did they start and stop growing? What is the distribution of the gas and dust that both feed and hide the black holes?

The team expects that over time, NuSTAR will be able to resolve more of the high-energy X-ray background–and better decipher the X-ray song of the universe’s black holes.

IMAGE….The blue dots in this field of galaxies, known as the COSMOS field, show galaxies that contain supermassive black holes emitting high-energy X-rays. They were detected by NASA’s Nuclear Spectroscopic Array, or NuSTAR, which spotted 32 such black holes in this field and has observed hundreds across the whole sky so far. The other colored dots are galaxies that host black holes emitting lower-energy X-rays, and were spotted by NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory. Chandra data show X-rays with energies between 0.5 to 7 kiloelectron volts, while NuSTAR data show X-rays between 8 to 24 kiloelectron volts. Credit NASA/JPL-Caltech

all i can think of after reading dirty laundry is palladin lance playing gasolina

he plays it during training especially if keith is with him, and keith always tells him to turn that shit off because it messes his concentration but eventually realizes that it helps him keep rhythm (he wasnt going to tell him that though)

allura learns the lyrics quickly, and even though she doesnt understand the meaning until a while, she sings it to herself while piloting the castle (and coran joins in on it too, but only the chorus)

lance somehow convinced pidge to program the song so that it plays whenever he beats keith whenever theyre training against each other, which pisses keith off so he always tries to win so he wont have to listen to lance sing it off key around the deck

lance and hunk jamming out to it while theyre tending their lions, and it eventually became a habit that carries to kitchen in the instances when hunk cooks

shiro, for the almost always composed and calm leader that he is, actually knows the song by heart, so lance was thrown in a slight loop when he heard shiro sing along to the fast part without tripping over his words

palladins and gasolina. imagine that