colour combat

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I have had these designs lying around for nearly a year now? about time i did something with them! added in a few other ones and smartened up some of the paint work. 

There will DEFINITELY be inaccuracies in the weapons, so please don’t think I don’t know XD it’s just a little bit of fun to explore some more variations and morphology in Pokemon. the original post can be found HERE. and the pokedex entries can be found below the read more line.

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Fic: Infodere Chapter 4

Well, this has been a long time coming! Thank you so much to all the lovely people who have sent me messages about this story (and others) and been so supportive of my writing. Particular shout outs to @cranesmuir-witch​ and @outlanderedandoverhere​ who have both given me amazing amounts of encouragement and support and without whom this chapter would probably never have actually gotten finished. Thank you.

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She was like a living flame in his arms. The heat of her as she moved against him took over his senses and he thought that he could be consumed by her. He could smell the mingled scents of smoke and something citrusy in her hair, feel the soft skin burning white hot under his touch, feel her breath against the side of his face as they moved together. She arched her back slightly increasing the pressure between them. He could hear cries of pleasure but could not tell if they came from him or from her. They were one being as they moved. Her hands were in his hair, his on her back pulling her closer still. He could feel his pleasure building and tried to slow himself. She felt it too, grinding against him, pulling his lips to hers, her tongue darting out to find his own. He had known nothing like this intensity in a woman’s arms before, this feeling of complete unmooring. He murmured against her lips, near senseless gaelic, words falling from his lips like a prayer. He felt her tighten around him as her own climax came and he allowed himself to let go completely, he could dimly hear her crying his name over and over through the haze of it.

They collapsed against each other, both breathing heavily. He pulled her against him as they succumbed to fatigue and fell into a satiated slumber.

She rose slowly from sleep as if fighting her way through a thick fog. The watery light told her it was still very early. The air still smelt thickly of smoke from the previous night, but the scent of something else also hung heavy. A familiar scent, she shifted slightly and opened an eye. Red hair spilled across the pillow and she shot into seated position. Jamie.In her bed. Naked. Very naked. It took a moment for the events of the previous evening to reassert themselves and she breathed deeply. Closing her eyes the could see him as had made love to her, she could feel his hands on her back, so big they covered almost the whole area, the way he felt moving inside her. She shuddered a little at the memory of it. At the fire he had ignited in her. Did she regret it? No, no, she had no regrets. But might he? She had invited him into her bed with nothing more than a few kisses and near death experience to precede it. She glanced around looking for her clothes, very aware that Jamie was not the only one in a state of undress and suddenly feeling vulnerable. Might he reject her?  She was struggling into shorts and a vest top trying to move as little as possible in the limited space of the tent so as not to disturb him whilst her mind and emotions were still so muddled. Too late, she felt the air move behind as Jamie shifted himself onto one elbow. She froze, not daring to turn around as if it might render invisible to him. She felt a gentle hand on her hair as he played with a length.

“Is everything alright, Sassenach?” He spoke softly, he too sounding as uncertain as she felt. “Yer doing a lot of huffing and puffing there” She could hear the smile in his voice. She took a final, life giving breath and turned slightly. Her first thought was how beautiful he looked. A lock of red flopped over his forehead and his face was still a little sooty from the previous night. Moving her gaze, she could not ignore the fact that he was, quite frankly, built like a greek god. His muscles were lean and defined and the thicket of red hair on his chest made her long to touch him. He beat her to it. He reached out and ran a single finger down her jawbone and neck, reaching her shoulder he ran his hand down her arm and took her hand.

“Is everything ok?” he asked her again, His voice was sincere and she felt the ice in her belly subside a little.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Just, just..I, I guess…” She trailed off with a shrug. Jamie sat up fully so he was facing her properly and took her other hand.

“You were just wondering where this left us?” He asked, raising a ruddy eyebrow. “Aye, the same thoughts are running through my head as well.” He dropped his gaze and for a moment looked so utterly vulnerable that it made her heart ache a little.

“And where does this leave us, Jamie?” He raised his eyes and met hers.

“Where do you want it to leave us, Mo Nighean Donne? Is this..? Are we…?”

Without really thinking about it, she leaned forward and kissed him gently.

“I’d like us to be. I mean, we could try.”

“Aye, I’d like that verra much, Claire.” He kissed her back, pulling him close to her, one hand cupping her face the other on the small of her back. She leaned into the kiss, deepening it, wrapping her arms around him. She pulled him down with her onto the makeshift bed of sleeping bags and blankets, savouring the weight of him on top of her, the pressure of his body, the hardness of him against her stomach. She closed her eyes and lost herself to him once more.

By 11am the site was a hive of activity. They had divided the team up with half excavating as normal and the other half, clearing the fire damage and going through the boxes. The sorting areas were ruined and a makeshift area set up outside. Jamie had little time to talk to Claire but was as aware of her as he was of his own presence. The way she strode across the site, back straight, shoulders back, the way the curls escaped from under hat, the curve of her hip in the khaki coloured combats she wore. He had fallen for her hard and he knew it.

The days passed in a flurry of activity. There were no further untoward incidents and the dig was progressing as expected. Dr Zapote and Dr Moreno spoke in local schools and colleges about the work they were doing and groups toured the site. The conservational nature of the dig was highlighted . They worked themselves to the bone during the daylight hours and in the evenings he and Claire would sit by the fire and share their stories, revealing themselves to each other. And when the sun went down they would retreat to Claire’s tent where they each discovered the secrets of the other, revelling the intensity of their connection.

Three weeks into the dig, Claire left with a convoy carrying excavated finds for the airstrip in a nearby town. It was expected that she would be gone for four days and Jamie had been counting the hours until her return. She had travelled with Luisa and a group of interns who would be returning to Mexico city and would be bringing back a new group to complete the next phase of the dig. On the day she was due back, Jamie found himself utterly unable to focus, straining his ears for the rumble of trucks up the dirt path. When eventually, he heard the sound of engines approaching he practically knocked the archaeologist he had been working with to the ground in his hurry to get out of the tent.

He strode towards the makeshift parking lot as three trucks pulled in, grinning from ear to ear. But the smile died on his lips as he rounded the corner. Two of the trucks were the expected vehicles, piled high with people and equipment, but the third was not what he had expected to see.  The dark blue police truck drew to a halt and three officers, heavily armed got out.

One of these officers strode over to wear Jamie was standing, fists clenched as he tried to remain calm, as his eyes darted over the group spilling out of the trucks,  looking for Claire.

It took a moment for his brain to translate from the Spanish the officer spoke but when it did, his world tilted and black spots danced in front of his eyes.

Accident. Serious injuries. Possibly deliberate.

His stomach heaved. Claire. Oh God, Claire.

Ease - Part 18

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 6.2k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: only one part left!! hope you like this 💛

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“We’ll drop you off here,” said Yeona kindly, turning around from the front seat to give you a reassuring smile. “Go get him, tiger.”

Mijung sprung from her seat to give you a hug, the smell of chocolate clinging to her clothes. As you breathed it in, you let it comfort you and calm your nerves, as you knew that whatever was about to happen, they were there to support you afterwards.

“Good luck,” she whispered in your ear, before she grinned so widely you could’ve sworn the corners of her mouth disappeared into her hair.

They drove off to find somewhere to park, leaving you in your hometown by yourself. Everything was exactly how you remembered it: the markets, the streets, the people taking their dogs for a walk. It was nice to be surrounded by the comforts of home, but the worries of Taehyung were all you could think about. Was he going to snub you? Was he going to turn around and say he didn’t want to see you again? The way he’d ended it wasn’t exactly promising.

But first, you had to find him. You thought to check if he was at his house, but when you arrived, the place was locked up and it looked like no one was there. It seemed unlikely he would’ve been, but you would’ve kicked yourself if you didn’t make sure. Next, you went to check the market where they sold fresh fish, meats, fruits and vegetables and a variety of other bits and bobs. You and Taehyung always enjoyed going there after school, as you had made friends with the sellers and they gave you special discounts whenever you saw them.

“Y/N!” called Sungki, an old man who worked behind the meat counter. “Haven’t seen you for a while! Where’s Taehyung?”

“Was going to ask you the same thing,” you said gloomily. “I don’t know where to look.”

“Ah, that’s a shame. Try that new ice cream parlour. I’ve heard it’s pretty good. Do you want some pork?”

Shaking your head but thanking him, you ran in the direction of the parlour, becoming slightly frantic. If you didn’t find him quickly, you wouldn’t have much time to talk. And you needed as much time as you could get.

It was an extremely hot day, and after running for only a couple of minutes, you were too warm and sweaty to continue. Walking to the ice cream shop, your heart sunk lower when Taehyung was nowhere to be seen.

“Think, Y/N,” you told yourself firmly, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Where would Taehyung go if he wanted to get away from everyone?”

Nothing came to mind. Infuriated with yourself, you sat down heavily on a bench, almost on the verge of giving up. Maybe you really didn’t know Taehyung after all.

A couple of middle-aged women strode past in gym gear, with fluorescent headbands holding back their hair. You caught a snatch of their conversation as they hurried past, along with the sound of new trainers squeaking.

“… and I said I wouldn’t take him to the park again if he was going to misbehave. Honestly, it’d be much easier taking him to an empty field so he wouldn’t mess about with the other kids…”

Sitting up straight, you had one last thought as to where Taehyung might’ve been.


The field was exactly how you’d remembered it. The grass hadn’t been cut, so the green was smattered with yellow and white from the buttercups and daisies. Everything looked fresh and vibrant, despite the muggy feel to the air. Your t-shirt clung to your back and the grass tickled your feet as you walked, but the familiarity of home gave you a new sense of hope, blossoming in your chest under the perfect, periwinkle blue sky that you saw every summer. And there, in the near distance, was a boy wearing a mustard coloured shirt with his back to you.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you didn’t have the same doubts that your mother had as to who it was. There was something about the way Taehyung held himself as he stood there, his hands in his pockets and the breeze toying with his hair that you could recognise from a mile off. As you got closer, you noticed that he’d dyed his hair a soft brown colour to combat the pale orange that came before it. Your flipflops stuck to your feet as you ambled towards him, and you could feel your heart rate increasing as you were sure that Taehyung was aware of the sound of your footwear.

When you were a few metres away, you stopped, too unsure to move any closer. Now that you’d slowed down and the frenzied panic of his whereabouts had gone, you felt almost giddy with anticipation. Taehyung turned his head before anything else, letting his eyes wander up and down your frozen frame before rotating his full body around.

Neither of you said a word. Instead, you let the sound of the birds fill the silence as you stared into his brown eyes, letting the memories of the past few months flood back. There was so much to say, so much to discuss and sort out, but you didn’t know how to begin.

Wringing your clammy hands together, you licked your dry lips and opened your mouth to speak, but Taehyung beat you to it.

“You’re missing the dance,” he stated, the slight lift in his eyebrows widening his eyes. Normally, you would’ve taken that body language as surprised, but instead, his words sounded as if he was mocking you for making the wrong decision. You shouldn’t have come here, his eyes seemed to say.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. “I’m sorry, Taehyung. I’m so, so sorry.”

Taehyung didn’t react, his mouth still slightly open from his last comment and his eyebrows raised. There was no acceptance, no inclination that he listened to your apologies. He just stared.

This was a Taehyung you hadn’t seen before, and it scared you witless. Your mind going into overdrive, you continued talking, not quite knowing what to do. “You have every right not to forgive me,” you mumbled, slightly slurring your words as your mouth moved before your brain could catch up. “I know that you’re mad at me, I understand. I was so stupid to think that keeping it from you would be the best thing, even though at the time, I was certain that I shouldn’t get involved. It wasn’t my business, but you’re my friend, and I should’ve said something, even though it would’ve broke you.”

Immediately, the front Taehyung had been putting up had completely crashed. The hardened glaze over his eyes had melted, and the emotion swelled on his face. The change was almost heart breaking to watch, but Taehyung turned away as he blinked heavily, trying not to let it show. Slowly, he began walking further into the field, but stopped after only a few steps. Tentatively, he held out his hand behind him for you to take.

Your body didn’t seem to function properly. One part of you was screaming at you to not give in that easily, but the other part of you wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his hand around yours. Ignoring your better judgement, you let your fingers slide between his, his soft skin sending chills down your neck despite the warm weather. With gentle tugging, he led you further into the field, occasionally looking back to see if you were struggling to keep up where the grass grew longer. With the sun highlighting the slight orange undertones to his hair and the tan of his skin, you were almost in awe of the older boy, but you forced yourself to push those thoughts away. It wasn’t the right time, because everything wasn’t right. And you needed to fix it.

Holding hands like that was an old habit of Taehyung’s; he was so full of energy that he’d grab your hand to pull you along while he bounded in front of you like an excited puppy. However, now he strode calmly in front, as if he knew what was going to happen wasn’t something to look forward to.

Eventually, Taehyung found the spot he’d been looking for, and he sat down on the slightly worn out grass that overlooked the buildings of the city. Cautiously, you sat cross-legged next to him, watching him out of the corner of your eye for any change in reaction. However, Taehyung continued to stare through the trees, a strange sort of pained look on his face hiding underneath the peaceful exterior.

“Do you regret going to Seoul?” asked Taehyung suddenly, seemingly in deep thought.

You knew what he meant. He might’ve well have said, ‘Did you regret going to a place where you were supposed to branch out and become your own person, but were unable to because you were clinging onto the past?’

You had many regrets. You regretted eating so many sweets in the car journey because, mixed with nerves, you felt sick for hours afterwards. You regretted not putting on sunscreen when Taehyung told you you’d get burnt one time, and you ended up with a strange red tan that didn’t go away for weeks. You regretted hurting people. You regretted keeping secrets.

“If I didn’t go to Seoul, I would’ve never admitted to you my feelings,” you said truthfully, pulling at stalks of grass as Namjoon’s wise words flooded back to you. “I wouldn’t have made all the mistakes, true, but I wouldn’t have learnt anything, either. Seeing you every day without ever being more than friends proved to me so many things, so I’m glad that I didn’t let you go so easily. That’s why I’m here now, because I know you’re mad at me and you hate me for it-”

“I’m not mad at you,” he mumbled. You did a double take, but Taehyung continued avoiding eye contact by looking at the scenery ahead. “Even if I was angry, it wouldn’t make me hate you. You don’t stop loving someone when you’re mad.”

There was that word again: love. Hearing it from Taehyung’s mouth while he was describing you made your stomach do backflips. “Then… why did you come home if you’re not mad at me?”

He smiled gently, as if remembering something funny. “I was mad, to begin with, which made me feel homesick. But when I came home, I knew that I wasn’t really. More… upset. And that’s when I knew for certain that I was stupidly in love with you, because I couldn’t even be properly angry. I just forgave you.”

They were words you’d always wanted to hear, but you’d never imagined you’d hear them after a fight, and you never thought they’d make you feel worse. How could you have missed the signs when they seemed so blatant now?

“You don’t have to forgive me,” you argued, a pebble lodged in your throat again. “I should’ve told you sooner about Yeji. Maybe if I had, you wouldn’t have been so upset and then none of this would’ve happened.”

The impassive expression that Taehyung wore switched to confusion as he finally turned to look at you. It was only a small change in emotion, but it was enough to make you feel idiotic.

“You… haven’t figured it out yet?” he asked slowly, his deep voice dragging out each word.

“What do you mean?” you frowned.

“I wasn’t upset because I split with Yeji. Well,” he shrugged, “I was upset, but there was another reason behind the split that I was more upset about. It was more mutual than you think.”

You wanted to split up with her?”

“No, no, let me explain.” Taking a shuddering breath, he looked down at your hands, which were still fiddling with the grass. “The night we broke up, I was going out to see Yeji, because she said she had something to tell me. When I left the house, I saw you and Jungkook talking just outside the gate, and I was about to make myself known but then I saw him kiss you. It was the biggest awakening I’ve had, because when I realised you weren’t fighting him away, I realised that I’d pushed you away too much. I ran past, and I don’t think you noticed, but I ran all the way to Yeji’s house. I cried because I’d messed everything up, and that the person I loved wasn’t the person I was dating. When Yeji knew that I didn’t love her, she told me that she didn’t love me either, and proceeded to break up with me. I didn’t want to come home and see you with Jungkook, so I headed to that café. So, really,” he concluded, his eyes shining, “I was upset because I knew I’d missed my chance.”

You were speechless. Taehyung shifted around on the ground, looking uncomfortable and shamefaced, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Thinking back on it, you could faintly remember someone brushing by you as Jungkook kissed you, but you’d been so engrossed in the situation that you didn’t think anything of it.  You could barely comprehend all the new information.

“That’s when you realised you loved me?” you breathed, becoming slightly lightheaded.

Taehyung grinned, showing off his boxy smile before his face fell again, although his eyes remained bright as he reminisced. “Oh no,” he shook his head, “I knew I was falling for you back in middle school. There was that time that I took you to that music room and I sang for you. I was so nervous because I hadn’t sung in front of anyone before, but you looked even more scared than I was. During the chorus, you began to join in, and I remember you belting out the lyrics with your head thrown back. When I saw you like that, just the raw Y/N with all your pretences stripped away, something good hit me right in the chest. You clapped so hard afterwards, and I never felt the same after that. It was as if you’d managed to get rid of something bad in me, and from then on, I loved watching you smile at anything you did. When you danced, when you talked about space, when you talked about your home country. I became completely infatuated. Looking for ways to hold your hand, to get you to talk about what boys you were into, that sort of thing. I hated myself for it, because I knew that in your eyes, I was your best friend and nothing more. So, I forced myself to like Yeji, but it was never the same.”

“All this time, and you never told me,” you whispered, your words almost getting lost in the wind.

“I was a coward.”

Slowly, piece by piece, the hole in your chest began to fill. Here was the boy who’d extended an arm of friendship and had brought you indescribable happiness, but he too had been keeping secrets. You’d always thought that love was desire. It made you crazy, it made you want to shout it out to the world, but that wasn’t always the case. Taehyung wanted to be there for you, to comfort you, to make you smile when you thought you wouldn’t smile again. Love wasn’t always obvious.

Immediately, the atmosphere had changed. You became aware of the birds singing in the trees, and it felt like you were kids again. You noticed a tree that stood in the middle of the field, with old, twisted branches and a cracked truck. If you squinted, you could just about make out white engravings of your initials that you did when you first came to the field together all those years ago.

“Why did you come?” he asked, giving you a piercing stare. “You’re giving up the dance for this.”

“I was hoping I could convince you to come back. We’ve still got time before it starts.”

Taehyung shook his head and stood up, his demeanour switching from calm to irritated in a split second. Without talking, he began pacing backwards and forwards, his shoes trampling the grass further as he screwed up his face in frustration.

“Why are you so against it?” you questioned loudly, the sudden anger from Taehyung sparking your temper. “If you loved me that much, why did you go home?”

“I went home because I felt like it was the right thing to do,” he muttered through gritted teeth, still pacing. “I needed to get my head together without distractions.”

“What distractions?”

“You, Y/N!” he cried, pausing in his tracks. “I can’t think straight. I tell myself that I should think it through, but then all plans go out the window when you’re there. It’s pathetic.”

A bubbling anger crept into your lungs, and you found yourself shouting at Taehyung with tears flooding your eyes. “You could’ve just told me this! The whole reason we’re in this mess is because we haven’t bothered to communicate properly, and instead we lost each other. Our lives took different twists and turns and we’re different people now compared to who we were in middle school. I hate it, but we can’t change that now. I feel like I’m still lost half the time, and I don’t know what to do with myself, all because of our silly arguments.”

Properly crying, you brought your knees up to your chin and hugged them to your chest as a way to comfort yourself. As if he was aware the situation was getting out of hand, Taehyung sat back down next to you with a thump, looking utterly defeated. As he shuffled closer to you, you didn’t move as you wallowed in self-pity. Taehyung’s anger had completely fizzled out as soon as he saw you upset, and instead he looked at you worriedly, biting his lip in concern.

“Perhaps being friends first wasn’t such a good idea,” you said as you felt a tender arm drape over your shoulders.

“If I told you I fancied you in middle school, do you think you would’ve gone out with me? Did you see my haircut?”

You snorted, which almost ended in a snotty disaster from all the crying. Taehyung hated seeing you upset and that was his way of making the situation better, so when you shoved him in the side, you made sure it wasn’t that hard. Sort of.

“High school would’ve been the same,” he laughed. “Relationships never last, so I thought I’d wait until we were more mature and when it would be more serious. I forgot about other people getting in the way.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “Didn’t expect Yeji to turn up, that’s for sure.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, in which you took the time to admire Taehyung’s features for the hundredth time. The sun shone harshly down and your skin was hot, but Taehyung seemed completely cool as he lounged back, using one arm as a support and letting the rays warm his cheeks, and keeping the other arm around you. As he swallowed, you watched his Adam’s apple bob before he sighed through his nose. Despite everything, it still gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach.

You hated getting angry at Taehyung, but you’d both been holding in your emotions for so long that it only took a slight jog for it all to come pouring out. You weren’t annoyed that Taehyung decided to go home without telling you, but it upset you that he no longer felt comfortable telling you.

It was strange to be home after everything had changed. After a whirlwind few months of new friends, new classes, and a new city to explore, coming back to Daegu where nothing had changed was a foreign feeling. Both you and Taehyung had grown and learnt so much, but overlooking the familiar buildings of home made it seem as if neither of you were different. But you were. You saw Taehyung in a different light: he was the kind, funny boy that you’d always known, but he was also scared to show his feelings and he had a temper hidden away. Your friendship wasn’t the same any more, either. Gone was the picture-perfect friendship that everyone envied, as cracks and flaws had crept up on you without you even realising. Neither of you were faultless, but it worked, and you were determined for it to work again.

“Remember last time we were here,” he smiled, admiring the view. “It was a day like this, but at the start of winter, and we were talking about what university would be like.”

“I remember,” you nodded, the memory as clear as day. “I didn’t want you forgetting about me.”

“I also said that I’d be an idiot if I stopped being friends with you. I guess I was a bit of an idiot.” He hung his head ruefully, but you nudged him with your elbow.

“We’ve both done some stupid things, I think we can agree on that,” you said softly, lifting his chin with your finger. His face was close to yours, and you could see the mole near his eye and the small details on his skin, but you made no attempts to try anything. There were still heavy boundaries between you.

“I’m sorry for hurting you when I was with Yeji,” he muttered, his brown eyes filling with gold as they caught the sun, sweeping away the mystery that you always found intriguing. “I really am. We were both a bit selfish. But, do you think we could do this?” he asked quietly. “You and me? We’ve gone through so much, I think we deserve a chance together.”

Looking into your best friend’s eyes, you understood where he was coming from. But gut instinct was telling you to take a step back. The heartache was still strong, and although you’d discovered that Taehyung was all you’d ever wanted, it didn’t feel right to jump in when you hadn’t properly rekindled your friendship. Trust was lost, and that would take more time. But what would happen if you left it any longer? Would it all just happen again?

“You know what I don’t regret? I don’t regret loving you,” you said heavily, trying not to let the pain of your next words show. “But loving you… I got hurt. You got hurt. Too many times I cried to my friends, cried while on the subway, cried myself to sleep, and I probably did exactly the same thing to you. We had good times, but we also made each other suffer, and with heartaches like that, it’s hard to come out the other side ready for something that’s supposed to be painless.”

Surprise was written all over Taehyung’s face, but he didn’t argue against you. Instead, he watched as you began tearing up again, letting you get it off your chest.

“I think we need a bit more time,” you said eventually, tears running down your face in a constant stream. “We can heal ourselves.”

Before long, Taehyung was crying too, his nostrils flaring and his lips pulling up at the edges. He buried his face in his hands to compose himself, rubbing his eyebrows like he was ridding himself of a headache. Looking back up with wet cheeks, he mumbled, “I don’t think time is going to make this pain go away. No matter how long I wait for you. Don’t let this go now. It may be difficult, but I need you, Y/N. It’s sounds lame, but no one else makes me feel at ease like you do.”

His words dug deep into your soul, making you want to pull your hair out with the pain and frustration. “You make it sound so easy,” you gulped, your throat restricting your voice, “but our plans never actually happen. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.”

As soon as he saw you on the verge of sobbing, Taehyung swept you into a hug, holding your shaking body tightly. He held you for a while, letting his soft brown hair tickle your neck as the breeze swirled around you. It was one of those love-filled hugs that instinctively made you cling to his shirt, his familiar honey scent calming your heartbeat down to its normal rate.

“You have me,” he whispered, barely louder than a breath. “No matter what Seoul does to us, we’ll always be those two kids from Daegu who ate too much ice cream. No one can take that title from us.”

You giggled, but at the same time tickled Taehyung’s sides so that he leapt back with indignation. It ruined the moment slightly, but that summed Taehyung up completely.

“Ahh,” you sighed, brushing away any remaining tears. “I’m glad I came back, even though it feels like we’ve gotten ourselves in a bigger mess than before. But to Daegu? Really, Tae, you could’ve gone to Incheon or somewhere slightly easier to get to.”

He laughed heartily, a sound that you sorely missed. “This is where it all began, right? There was this little foreign girl in my class one day who didn’t say a word, but seemed far more interesting than anyone else in the room. I needed the reminder of what came before to be able to move forward.”

“What, a reminder of that horrible haircut?”

It was an odd conversation. One minute you were deeply chatting about love, then you were angry, then blubbering in each other’s arms, then howling with laughter. All the pain and bitterness and happiness and joy from the last few months caught up with you, and you found yourself extremely overemotional and slightly dazed. Plus, you couldn’t figure out whether you were back on good terms again. It was simple to laugh and joke around, but was it just masking a bigger problem?

“We’re friends, right?” you asked anxiously, bringing the mood back down again.

Taehyung’s laughter faded, understanding why you asked the question immediately. He thought for a second, before grabbing your hand tightly in his and squeezing it, as if he was making a pact. “Yes,” he said firmly, looking you straight in the eye. “For good this time. I mean it.”

“That’s good,” you mumbled softly.

It was good. Although things might not have been the same as they were back in high school, you were making the essential steps to regain what you once had.

“Also, I’m sorry for getting mad at you for the dance-” Taehyung began, but you cut him off with a shriek.

“The dance!” you yelped, leaping to your feet. “We’re going to miss it!”

“Yah, I haven’t agreed to it yet!” Taehyung objected, stubbornly staying put on the ground. “You’re the one saying we need more time.”

“Taehyung, do this for Jungkook,” you pleaded, pulling on his arm uselessly, the panic returning to your body. “Please! Imagine how disappointed he’ll be!”

You didn’t want to emotionally blackmail him, but you didn’t want to let Jungkook down. Nor did you want to go back to your housemates and tell them the trip was for nothing.

“This means a lot to you, doesn’t it?” he asked gingerly, his question catching you by surprise.

“E-erm…” you stuttered, “I guess so?” Taehyung continued to stare, waiting for you to expand on your answer. Unprepared, you felt your face growing red as you avoided looking directly at him. “I mean, I’m tired of upsetting people, and although you’ve been a pain to teach sometimes, I really enjoy dancing with you.” It felt embarrassing to say it out loud, but you hoped it was enough to convince your obstinate friend. “Will you come, Tae?”

A soft smile settled on his face, finally satisfied, and you sighed inwardly in relief. “Only if you buy me coffee for the next two weeks, and bring it to me every morning.”

You mouth hung open in disbelief. “That means I’ve got to spend every morning with you!”

“Don’t make it sound too traumatic,” he grumbled, slowly standing up. “It’ll be a good chance to start afresh. You’re supposed to be in love with me, remember?”

“Fine,” you muttered, spinning away and striding back towards the buildings. “But if you’re crabby because I’ve woken you up, I’ll give you hell.”

“Y/N’s back,” he grinned cheekily. “Was starting to wonder why my best friend was being nice to me. Come on then, slowcoach, let’s go back to Seoul.”

Although you swatted his arm, you couldn’t help feeling on top of the world as you walked towards Yeona’s car, arms linked and ready to try again.


“Why?” you asked, letting Taehyung lead you to a separate classroom in the building, dragging you along as he clutched your hand. He led the way excitedly, and he kept on looking back to give you reassuring grins.

Unable to form a sentence any more complicated than ‘why’, you hoped that Taehyung understood what you were trying to say, and luckily, he did. It was a shame you couldn’t understand his response, so you simply nodded and hoped he wasn’t kidnapping you.

You hadn’t been in Korea for that long, and you were still trying to pick up the language. However, it being so different from English and the fact that everyone in your school spoke way too quickly for your liking, you’d struggled to make conversation with anyone at all. Apart from Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung didn’t seem to mind that you could only say basic sentences after ten seconds of thinking time, and he always let you follow him and his friend Jimin around during lunch. You were having another bad day that day, as you’d tried and failed to talk to one of the students in your class, and instead you left them in hysterics at something you’d said wrongly. Taehyung noticed your bad mood and decided to lead you off somewhere unknown.

When you arrived, you realised he’d taken you to a music room. It was quite basic, but Taehyung ignored the instruments and sat down on top of a desk, searching through his phone. You perched on a chair quietly, wondering what he was planning. Before long, he’d begun playing the instrumental to a song that you swore you recognised. Then, he sang. His voice was deep for his age, and there was a soulful quality to it that gave you goosebumps. But what really chilled you was what he was singing: the lyrics were in English.

Taehyung had realised you’d been feeling disconnected from everyone else, and he figured that the only way he could reach out to you was through music. Once he hit the chorus, you joined in, letting your harmonies fill the quiet room as you threw your head back and belted out the lyrics. It was the happiest you’d been since moving countries, and after that you couldn’t stop smiling. For three and a half minutes, the language barrier wasn’t a problem, and that’s when you knew Taehyung was going to be different.


“Run!” Yeona yelled, Jiwon pulling up at the theatre where the dance competition was being held.

“Thank you!” you shouted back, and your housemates waved cheerily from the car.

The ride back was far less relaxing than on the way there, despite knowing that you and Taehyung had sorted through most of your problems. Having very little time until the start of the show, Jiwon was forced to push the speed limits as Yeona laid on the pressure even more. Mijung was being her usual, friendly self, asking Taehyung a lot of very personal questions that you hadn’t found out the answers to until you’d been friends for years. Taehyung seemed fine with it, although you were certain he was avoiding the questions by going off on some strange tangents.

Sprinting into the theatre, you both stopped as you suddenly realised that you had no idea where to go.

“In here,” you called, spotting an area which was being monitored by several staff members.

However, as you approached, your heart sunk as they stepped in front of your path, blocking you from getting through.

“Names, please,” they asked, checking a clipboard.

“Y/N and Tae- uhh, Jungkook,” you faltered, almost slipping up. The staff member scanned down the list of names, and looked up at you with a questioning glance.

“Y/N and Jungkook have already signed in,” one of them said. “I’m sorry, but access only to the performers. If you’d like to buy a ticket, the stand’s over there.”

Looking over at Taehyung, his confused expression mirrored your own. However, neither of you argued as you went over to the ticket booth, not knowing what else to do. Wordlessly, you entered the theatre, and although he didn’t say anything, you could tell Taehyung was thinking the exact same thing: who had signed in in your place?

The theatre was dark, and it seemed the competition had already been going for quite a while. Up on stage were a group of all girls doing some sort of cheerleading routine. You and Taehyung slipped into seats at the back just as the girls finished, and everyone clapped loudly.

“Do we just wait?” Taehyung said under his breath, leaning closely to your ear.

“I don’t think we have any other choice,” you replied, feeling crushed. Was everything you’d done all for nothing?

A male voice crackled through the tannoy, announcing the next group to come on stage. “Dancing next are Y/N and Jungkook. Interval will be in 10 minutes.”

You shared a nervous look with Taehyung, your heart in your mouth. Was it a joke? Was anyone going to show up at all? Questions swirled around your brain as two men walked out on stage, wearing ridiculously tight jeans and matching tank tops. There were a few titters from the crowd, as they too wondered if it was a joke act.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” muttered Taehyung, his mouth agape in disbelief.

Because there, standing in the middle of the stage, was Namjoon and Jin.

The music began, the all too well-known song that you’d listened to over a hundred times playing from the speakers. You wanted to shut your eyes, but you were too curious as to what was going to happen. Too curious as to how they could completely butcher Jungkook’s well designed choreography.

They started slowly, sliding around each other in repetitive circles with serious faces, their movements completely out of time with the music. The audience grew louder and Taehyung’s housemates danced like they had too much to drink, leaping and prancing around the stage with no regards to the beat of the song. It was almost unbearable.

People were starting to laugh, and some were beginning to clap to the rhythm as Namjoon did a small ballet routine on one side of the stage and Jin did his version of breakdancing on the other, the hilariously conflicting styles making it look even more ridiculous. You could just about make out the judges at the front giving each other questioning looks, as if they were wondering how such a pair made it to the judging round.

“Y/N!” someone hissed from behind you, making you jump out of your skin in fright. Wheeling round, you saw Hoseok and Yoongi grinning in the seats behind you.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed back, gladly using them as an excuse to not watch what was happening down front.

“We’re performing after the interval,” Hoseok explained. “That was your friend’s idea by the way. He realised that you weren’t going to make it back in time, so he said that Jin and Namjoon should go instead. Add a comedy factor.”

“Our friend?” asked Taehyung, slightly baffled by the whole situation.

“Well,” butted in Yoongi. “Jungkook’s friend. I think his name’s Jimin?”

He pointed to the right side of the crowd, and at first you couldn’t see anything, but eventually you could make out Jimin’s silver hair bobbing along to the music. Next to him was Jungkook, and you were startled to see how close they were sitting to each other, shoulder to shoulder in their chairs. Jimin had one arm laid over the back of Jungkook’s seat as they laughed at the two boys on stage, not caring that the actual routine had been completely ignored.

“Jungkook is literally taking my friend away,” he huffed, shaking his head.

“You took his,” you laughed, and Taehyung smiled bashfully.

It was a bizarre day. You couldn’t even be annoyed that you’d missed your chance at performing, as everything else seemed to have fallen into place. At the end of their routine, there was a standing ovation for Jin and Namjoon, and they bowed deeply in return. The judges were dumbfounded, but you and Taehyung made sure you clapped the hardest and the longest.

Things never turned out the way you planned them, and sometimes you lost the path. But so long as you get back on and try again, eventually, it will all be okay.

5trawberry-tallcake  asked:

Staple closet pieces? Including shoes and jewelry 😊

Alright this is going to be a long post…

My personal style can be described as classy and elegant with a twist of edgyness. Think elegant Kendall Jenner x Bella Hadid x Ulyana Sergeenko candid & formal photos.

Although it happens that I put less effort into dressing for university and other unimportant stuff like just running errands or do some small shopping in town because frankly, I don’t care and do not have to impress anyone with my 900€ shoes and 3,500€ coat. I live in a small town, so this just adds to me feeling indifferent. It doesn’t happen often, but still.. it does happen. However, when I am in a big, fancy town, I of course dress to impress and like I’m about to see my worst enemy. I think that this should go without saying haha!

Aside from that my style is as I have described above.

I used to buy stuff from H&M and Zara a lot and mix it with high-end designers, but now it all shifted to just high-end designers. It’s just personal preference. I am fed up with the poor quality and designer knock-offs. I very much cherish the improved quality that I have with designer pieces. Although the quality from oh so many pieces is pretty ridiculous too, to be honest! Do not think that designers necessarily offer the very best quality for their price. Most of the time the prices they charge can’t possibly ever be justified with the quality of their merchandise. It’s just the name you are paying for, really. This is why my #1 mission is always to look for the best quality in anything. I can see a Valentino dress that is so god damn gorgeous and not like the fabric. Or the beads and embellishments seem to be very cheap. I will not buy it, although I regret it because it’s stunning but whatev.

Understand that I am on a monthly budget just as everyone else is. Yes, I might have a whole wardrobe bursting with luxury and designer names, but I have amassed this all over years, with roughly 80% of my own money and 20% of SD money. I am a very practical person and buy clothing, shoes and jewellry that I am able to wear every day and for any occasion. There are some occasional SPECIAL purchases too, of course. But only when I see something seriously special. I had a phase in which I bought at least 20 pairs or so of Louboutins.. and how many have I actually worn out? Maybe…6? This, too, taught me to be practical.

As for jewellry, I generally don’t wear jewellry except for my gorgeous silver ring that looks like a flower made of tiny diamonds, with a beautiful big black pearl in the center of it. It is very special to me. As for earrings, I alternate between beautiful pearl studs when I want to look all preppy, classy and elegant (I think that they also make me look younger, funnily enough) and diamond studs and chandeliers sometimes for daytime and evening as well. I don’t care. I wear stuff that is supposed to be worn in the evenings in the day, too. It adds to the ‘uniqueness’ of my style which sets me apart from others. 

Please mind that I am not going to drop designer names (xcept for four) because well, I don’t want to seem like an arrogant, overly spoiled brat who just wants to show off. No! I am happy to provide you with pictures or whatever in private, if a certain piece has piqued your interest or if you want to know which pieces I exactly have, so just gimme a shout.

So, my general staple pieces for the day would be:

* A few pairs of skinny jeans - lighter denim colour without wash, one distressed black one (I like the slits at the knee), a normal black one, a mid-dark denim with a subtle wash. I only wear skinny jeans at this point in my life, with a seldom exception. Full length and I very much like ankle length or a little over the ankle in summer. Skinny jeans accentuate my lean and long legs - and I like to shift focus on my legs. 

* Skinny black leather pants. Normal ones, not like the Givenchy & Saint Laurent zipper thing.

* This seldom exception would be one pair of black high-waisted, perfectly tailored trousers that are overall just a little bit wider. 

* Two pairs of black cigarette trousers like Audrey Hepburn used to wear.

* As for t-shirts and tank tops, I like basic black and white ones. Round-neck, V-neck, doesn’t matter. I do not like any kind of prints unless it’s an okay print. Well I guess I am guilty of owning the black & white Balmain tank tops with the three golden buttons on the left shoulder haha but these are the only printed shirts in my wardrobe because they do add a little bit of sophisticated edge to my day looks.

* Elegant silk blouses are also a must in my wardrobe. Here, I like playful pussy bow blouses and a bit more ‘daring’, statement blouses. Although I do not like statement or ‘IT’ pieces in general and usually stay far away from them. I like to wear these blouses with my black high-waisted trousers.

* I am a sucker for coats. I own a lot of coats. Fur and normal ones. I adore a good camel coat and am also a sucker for military-inspired coats. The colours of my choice, for normal coats, would be camel, black and navy at this time. Other colours for fur coats.

* I fucking love capes and have quite a few. Black ones, mid-length to the middle of the thigh I’d say.

* Jumpers / Longsleeves / etc. Here, I am always looking for good quality cashmere, and wool. Mainly wearing them in autumn and winter. I like turtleneck pieces a lot.

* Warm Scarves - all my scarves are of a cashmere/silk mix. I also wear them when it’s cold or just throw them over my shoulders on a chilly summer night when I’m out at a dinner party or so. 

* Fancy Scarves - silk. I sometimes wear them under/over a blazer, with a normal button down shirt and a high-waisted skirt. 

* Skirts - one high-waisted black leather mini skirt, a black high-waisted heavy wool skirt / knee length

* Shorts - different pairs of mini denim shorts, beautiful lace mini shorts, black leather mini shorts

* Blazers - oh boy. I love blazers. I have so many. Again, black and navy coloured blazers. I have this beautiful slim, perfectly tailored black blazer that is a bit longer than a usual blazer - just beautiful. one of my fav pieces.

* Jackets - love. black leather jackets for the edge, but elegant leather jackets. I also dig black leather jackets with a beautiful embroidery on the back side. and uhm *coughs* of course the classic - the Chanel jacket. normal black and beige. is an absolute must have. and so versatile! I have the cropped versions as they fit my body far better than the regular length ones.

* Dresses - oh uh. I collect dresses. For any occasion. However I prefer short dresses, above knee length and mini dresses. Do have a couple of mid-calf length dresses, though. Here I say that the fancier the dress, the better. But it still has to look absolutely beautiful and not dramatic. Although I would have loved to have that black/red and red Proenza Schouler ostrich feather dresses just because they look so badass.. but where the hell would I have worn it to.. that’s the other question haha! I love brocade, I love silk, I love lace, I love velvet dresses. My dress colours are usually black and red but I also do have some white, silver, blue dresses. As for the regular shopping day in town, I just wear a long black dress with gladiator flats and that’s it. Dun care. Bye, Felicias. 

* Shoes - sexy black high pumps, the famous espadrilles (I like wearing them in summer with my ankle-length skinnys), the famous Balenciaga boots with the cutouts at the sides and the two buckles with silver hardware, not gold (literally every Russian jetset baby has these boots omg haha), velveteen ballet flats, silken/satin ballet flats, gladiator sandals (which are bound up to the knee), sexy suede overknee boots - I like my overknee boots to be of mid-thigh length, sneakers (have so many omg..leather and suede (apart from the one pair of Nike sneakers I like to wear on long haul flights. various models, various colours), various black combat boots that look more delicate than ugly and harsh, lace-up high heels, platform pumps, I LOVE high heels! gosh… it’s hard to describe without naming the designers and the particular models because it all sounds so vague and ugly haha! I like classy shoes as much as I like very special models like embellished shoes or just some fancy colours, etc.

* Silk Pajamas - I have a pair of baby pink ones and a pair of baby blue ones.

* Lingerie - am a lingerie addict, but which girl isn’t?

* Silk Robes - long dressing robes, short morning robes, everything. Black, white, red, and the pastel colours from above (babypink, babyblue)

* Invest in good stockings! Quite a few pairs of normal black ones. And black ones with the sexy seam at the backside for more..well, special evenings and occasions ;)

* Hats - Maison Michel; different colours, made of felt 


These are pretty much my staples. I am so sure that I have forgotten many many other things, but this should suffice. I have written a post on my personal fragrance choices which you might want to check out if you are interested in this as well!

Any more questions, just ask!

Free French Air Force’s Dewoitine D.520s over southern France, (probably) late summer of 1944.

The Dewoitine D.520 was the French Air Force’s best single engine fighter at the outbreak of WWII. Slightly slower than the German Bf 109, it was however more maneuverable, and in greater numbers it could have caused a lot of headaches to the Luftwaffe, but as it were, of the 246 produced by May of 1940, only 34 D.520 were among the 609 front line fighters available to face the 3500 Luftwaffe aircraft. By the end of the French Campaign, 437 had been built of which 106 had been lost in combat, claiming in turn 108 kills and 39 probable. The surviving aircraft would be used by the German, Italian, Bulgarian and Vichy Air Forces and see combat against the Allies in Italy, the Eastern Front, North Africa and Syria.

In the summer of 1944, when the Allies invaded the south of France and rapidly moved north, a number of D.520s, in use by the Germans as trainers, were captured and formed the base of two fighter-bomber groups of the Free French Air Force: GCB II/18 ‘Saintonge’ and GCB I/18 ‘Vendée’.

Albeit still wearing a German camo scheme, the Dewoitine D.520 was once again flying French colours in combat with both groups flying in support of FFI units in southern France, and later against the German Atlantic pockets.

Colorised by Rui Manuel Candeias)

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“So what do I do to repay you?” I ask a smirk evident in my tone as we begin to pull up in front of the studio. “Let’s just say tonight you have to call me daddy.”

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The soft covers pooled around my small frame as I stirred in my sleep. My breathing vibrated the minuscule pieces of dust in the air that were illuminated by the sun peaking threw the drapes. “Calum?” My raspy morning voice echoes threw out the room. I slowly roll over and reach my arm out to try and feel Calum’s warm tan body but it’s not there but it is replaced with the soft covers that swirl around in his sleeping spot. I roll out of the warm and comfy connives of my bed. The wooden floor felt almost warm beneath my feet.There were dark wooden inlays in the light-coloured parquet, forming patterns, in a few places that were covered by heavy carpeting.

I move towards the wide windows that are covered by the silk white curtains and draw them back and look out through the windows.The radiant light of morning flooded the room. Lawns were stern carefully with tended flowerbeds, and shrubs trimmed into the shape of balls or goblets formed symmetrical borders. A bird was singing somewhere, and another was answering. Otherwise everything was still.

I was interrupted when at the head of the bed sat an old-fashioned white telephone, like something you’d seen in a classic movie has begin to ring. I quickly make my way  over to the head of the bed and retrieve the annoying object in my hand. “Y/N?” Christopher said in a friendly voice. “I hope I haven’t woken you. But we’d like to have breakfast with you now. You’ve got a very busy schedule ahead of you. Would it be all right if Mrs. Markas came to get you in a quarter of an hour?” “Yes, of course,” I speak. I strip from Calum’s white button down and throw on my light pink gown before throwing on my white Egyptian cotton robe. I grasp my phone in my hand before unlocking my phone and checking some social media apps that I have on my phone to past time.  

The banquet hall was so huge it could easily have seated a hundred guests. But now the only people sitting at the long table at the far end of the room were Christopher my father’s personal assistant and, next to him, my father. “Good morning dear,” said my father. His voice echoed around the great hall. Here, too, the parquet floor was inlaid and shone in the light that fell thorough tall French doors. Behind those I could see the balustrade of a narrow balcony and, beyond that, the park at the back of the building. “Good morning,” I say, as me and Mrs. Markas sit down opposite of Christopher at the two vacant places where the table had been set for breakfast.

The dish ware was rose-coloured porcelain with gold edges, but on the polished tabletop between the place settings were just a basket of toast, butter, and a selection of jams. “Hope you slept well,” said Christopher, and held out the basket of toast. Where is Calum, I thought. He never misses breakfast and always shows up early never late and he never sleeps in, sometimes even showing up before everybody with his bright smile etched across his face.Why isn’t Calum here is totally beyond me. “You’d better have a good breakfast to keep up your strength through the morning,” Christopher continued, breaking into my thoughts.

“Thank you,” I say quietly. As I spread butter on my toast, my father watched closely. Although a place was set for him, he didn’t eat anything. I couldn’t understand the hush conversation that my father, Christopher, and Mrs. Markas my agent was discussing. Something about a photo shoot in Paris, I wouldn’t mind really. I’ve always liked admiring the Eiffel Tower and continuously going back to see the beautiful painting that Leonardo Da Vini has created.

“More toast?” asked Christopher, as I dabbed my mouth with a napkin. I shook my head before uttering out “No, thank you.” My father smiled showing his pearly white teeth and standing, his chair raking against the wooden heated floor boards. Excellent!“ My father exclaimed. “You have a whole lot of photo shoots and interviews to get done today so hurry up and change and meet us at the front fourier around nine thirty please,” My father says before shooing me off.

I look myself up and down in the large three-winged mirror. The over-sized grey and black jumper that Calum has given me one reckless night is swallowing my small frame as my boyfriend jeans cling to my hips as my laced up cream colour combat boots with a slight heel fit comfortably on my feet. I decide to wear a minimal amount of make-up since the make-up artists usually do the same but something more drastic and dramatic on my eyes and lips.

“Okay I’m ready!” I say and grasp my plain black Michael Kors bag and walk over to Mrs. Markas. “Okay, we shall head off then,” Mrs. Markas states before heading towards the door and opening it. I follow Mrs. Markas through the hallways of the great house that I call home before walking threw the tall white-and-gold double doors.“Good morning” I speck when I walk into the room and see my father, Christopher and Calum standing against another pair of white and gold double doors that lead outside and to the bustling crowds of paparazzi and security guards. Calum eyes quickly move away from the face of my father’s and to mine. My knees nearly give out when I see what Calum is wearing. Skin tight jeans, a tight black t-shirt that shows his bulging muscles and his messy hair, looking like he just woke up. I already feel wetness pooling between my thighs. Calum facial features twist into a happy smile like he is living on cloud nine dating a royal princess. But his face contorts and now looks like he had just awoken from a dream when he suddenly realizes that the relationship that he has with the royal princess is a secret and nobody should never find out or he would be fired from his job and my father would put a restraining order on him which will only make interviews more interesting then they already are. Calum seemed to pout and sag at the realization, noticing his posture Calum straightened his shoulders, forms his lips in forced smile and gives a little bow.

“Beautiful as always Y/N,” Calum states smiling brightly. Before standing and opening the doors. Stepping out onto the pavement steps of my home and descending down the short stack of stairs. Flashing, waving, smiling, and shouting was heard before heading into sleek black limousine that waited for me for about forty five minutes the limousine heating up before the ‘Royal Princess’ could settle in. “You should always deserve the best treatment in the world!” My father would exclaim when I said that I wanted to be treated like a normal person in the world.

“Who do want in here!” My father shouts over the swarm of the paparazzi. I point my finger towards Calum. “Calum! He is my bodyguard anyways!” I shout back. I look over at Calum and I see a smirk stretched across his lips. I hide my smile when my dad nods his head before gripping Calum’s back and gently pushing him into the limousine to speed up the process of me getting to my photo shoot on time. I move down as Calum’s nearly cold body sits next to me and grips the limousine door in his hand before slamming the door shut and telling the driver to go.

“Why did you leave?” I ask once the limousine hits the highway. I turn towards Calum, the leather making a slight sound from me turning. “I can’t always stay the night with you Y/N. Jesus, I didn’t even want to leave you this morning after seeing you in those red panties of yours and my shirt.” Calum voice admits in a hush tone while gently placing his left hand on my thigh. I bite my lip before looking up at Calum, his chocolate coloured eyes already staring down at me with adoration as my eyes do the same. “Why didn’t you come to breakfast today?” I ask still staring up at Calum and admiring the his face structure as I see him inhale before chuckling a bit. “I had business to attend to,” Calum smiles before pulling me in and placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.

I let out smile before feeling Calum’s hands glade up my thigh more and toward my nearly soaking heat. “And what type of business was that?” I question, my hands coming down in front of Calum’s chest and trailing designs as I feel his beating heart pulse threw my fingertips. “Nothing that you haven’t seen before,” Calum smirks while I smile but it’s soon cut off when I feel Calum’s fingertip glade themselves up and down my core. I suck in a breath before letting out a shaky laugh and gripping Calum’s hand. “We can’t do this here,” I state while Calum smiles before shaking his head.

“Yes we can. Just be quiet, okay?” Calum whispers in my ear as his head leans forwards and begins to suck on my neck. “Calum don’t leave any marks! Photo shoot!” I rasp quietly. I hear Calum groan before removing himself away from my neck. He quickly grasp his jumper in his hand before tugging it up and over my head. My red matching bra show casing itself to Calum. “Jesus Christ Y/N your so beautiful,” Calum states before pressing his lips against mine, I moan into the kiss as his tongue swirls against mine his finger gently rubbing themselves over my heat.

“Cal it has to be quick,” I moan into his mouth. Calum removes his mouth away from mine which only leaves me whining. “Excuse me how long until we get there sir?” Calum voice ask while pulling the divider between him and the driver. I watch and see the driver look down at his watch before saying that we should be there in about twenty five minutes. “Thank you kind sir, and may you please turn up the radio we are getting quite bored here,” Calum retorts before sliding back the divider and giving me a smile before bending down and gently pushing me back against the seat. “We have enough time,” Calum voice breathes against my skin as he leaves open mouth kisses along my stomach, he gently nips on part of my skin before I run my hands down my chest and grasp onto Calum’s hair and tug gently on it.

“You’re so needy aren’t you, princess?” Calum chuckles with his sexy voice. I suck in a breath when I feel his hot tongue glide against my hip bones. My breath coming out shaky because of the sensation and arousal pumping through my body. Calum places his fingertips on top of my belt buckle and undoes it ever so slowly, I grind my hips into hands but his soon stops me and looks me in the eyes. “Calm down princess, you’ll get what you want soon,” Calum voice states and drops his left eye into a wink. I quietly moan as I see Calum between my legs. Like many occasions before, one time we flew all the way to Italy to have dinner with my brother, Calum thought it would be a brilliant idea to drop his fork under the table and to somehow find the need to make me climax ever so quietly in front of my father, my agent, my brother and my father’s personal assistant.

That memory is soon pushed to the back of my head when I feel Calum push aside my nearly wet red panties and plunge in a finger. Gasping out, my head falls against the black leather seats of the limousine as my newly manicured nails dig deep into the leather. “Jesus baby your so sweet,” Calum compliments, removing his finger from me and slipping it past his lips and tasting myself. I moan, Calum swiftly tugs off my panties before throwing them on the seat beside me and grasping my thighs into his hands. I let my fingers release themselves from the leather seats and find their way ruffled into Calum’s hair, tugging gently as I feel Calum’s tongue lay flat against me.

His tongue wiggled between my folds tasting me once again before I feel his skill full tongue poke into me. “Oh God Calum…” I moan out and dig my head into the seats. I feel Calum chuckle against me which only sends vibrations causing me to shudder as pure sensations run through out my body. I move myself back and forth my body nearly jerking with surprise as I feel Calum suck on my bundle of nerves. A whine escapes my lips once again as I looked down at him.

Both my hands where gripping Calum’s hair, ruffling and tousling it as his skilled tongue does magical work to my body. I soon feel my stomach begin to twist into knots and I knew what was about to come. “Jesus Calum,” I moan out, biting my bottom lip as l looked down at him. His tongue gave one last suck on my clit before I released all over his tongue.

I sighed heavily before smiling and sitting up and grasping Calum’s cheeks in between my finger tips. He playfully wiped his chin that dripped my juices on it before slipping it into my mouth and and then pressing a passionate kiss to my awaiting lips. “God your so sexy when you come,” Calum voice once we release from the kiss. I smile before feeling blush creep onto my cheeks. I quickly grasp my panties into my hand and slip them on and then my pants before tugging on my jumper.

“So what do I do to repay you?” I ask a smirk evident in my tone as we begin to pull up in front of the studio. “Let’s just say tonight you have to call me daddy.”

(I don’t know if you want me to do a part two for this smut but if you want me to you can just inbox me!) 

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i n d i g o. Maura Chester
Indigo is the colour of integrity - responsibility, tradition, justice, and obsession.

For a moment, even I thought you were genuine.
That’s why you scare me.
If I don’t kill you now, everyone else will believe you.

Five Kisses between Shiro and Lance Ch. 1/5 (Shance fanfic for y-annah)

It’s been a godawful week at work and I’ve been insomniac for days and I can feel all of my bosses just judging me for getting so little work done at such an urgent period in the company’s business expansion to the neighbouring countries. All because my brain just won’t shut up about Voltron and how little Shance fan works are around so far.

Anyhoo, this one’s a gift/peace offering to @y-annah who’s given me the most awesome headcanons of Shiro and Lance. This fic will be the first of five loosely connected drabbles centering on Shance, because putting a manly hunk together with a hyperactive dork is apparently my kink.

And y-annah, this is pretty safe for work, I promise.

Read it after the cut!

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Okay okay okay so expanding on this headcanon in which Joanna Mccoy (The (sixteen-year-old) Babysitter), S'chn T'gai Amanda Uhura (the scholarly five year old), and David Kirk (the Adorable Menace, aged two) are kidnapped by space terrorists because of leverage reasons and “we will manipulate your parents like this mwahaha” etc etc etc etc, but then they severely underestimate these children and they manage to escape.

So. Like. Amanda would be the one distracting Thug One as Jo snuck away to find something heavy to hit with, and/or the keys, you know, whichever works. And obviously Amanda would be questioning the philosophical meaning behind the Thug’s tattoos, or wondering aloud why he'd ever pair that colour eyepatch with those colour combat boots because really, that combination is the worst possible thing for colour blind beings, and couldn’t you be at least a little more considerate? And then she go on to ask him what 456 times 23950 was and whether or not he thought the Bjoran political standpoint on animal rights was valid and if he thought that blue contact lenses were better than green ones, and poor Thug One would be so bewildered and confused that he wouldn’t even see the large metal bar Joanna was wielding coming.

And, obviously, throughout the whole thing, David would be cheerfully drooling all over the Thugs’ weapons and armor and enjoying himself immensely.

okay but like … smt i really Appreciate about the costume design in tfa is the fact that … idk if it was conscious but they dressed Leia in Alderaan’s colours?

her robes and combat gear is all in those purple-y blues and greys and indigos, just like Breha’s and Bail’s were in the prequels

look @ this

and now these:

im just so

about this life

kookiejungs  asked:

thanks for linking that to me, but i actually already read it before you answered my ask. i can agree that whitewashing is bad, but you also have to take into consideration that pictures are the intellectual property of the photographer and by editing without their permission, you're not only disrespecting them but.. outright stealing, in a sense. i know admin matte is asian, but you also have to understand that asian society is colourist as a whole, not just these fansite masters (cont)

(cont) the fansite masters are not bad people. maybe they’re doing a bad thing, but it’s a product of society. and you can’t combat internalized colourism by stealing someone’s work and insulting them. this issue runs much deeper than that. and if you keep editing pictures without permissions, fansites will inevitably continue to close down.

You literally… went to me… the east/southeast asian admin… to tell me… how asian society works… wwwoooooowww 

Guess what society is made up of?? *GASP* Groups of people. 

These “fansite masters”, (you even put them on a pedestal already, dear lord) are people. Groups of people make up society. So, they are part of colorist society, so of course we would call them out on their actions??

I didn’t know that stalkers with luxury cameras can have intellectual property over another person’s skin color. (Especially when fansites can’t follow the guidelines set up by bighit and the news station security anyway…) Fansites, “having intellectual property” over a person’s skin color, “runs deeper than” editing photos.

Because the product of their behavior, fuels colorism. Because it has led to many fans and idols feeling guilty about their own skin color. Including taehyung, do you know how many times he had to apologize about himself tanning, right? 

Do you know that fansites are even whitewashing official bighit pictures, right? 

Do you know that taking pictures in concerts is not allowed, right? 

Do you know that there are already bts fansites that stalk the boys and followed them home, right?

You are, literally, asking us to stop disrespecting people… who don’t… respect other people… 

So if they are whitewashing, of course we want all of them to shut down.

Admin Matte

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Wanted to make a teacher oc for rwby haha idk

p.s. NO HE’S NOT ONE-ARMED he does have his left arm I just didn’t draw it because it got in the way for the cloth ref 

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Name: Ravias Ignark

Nickname: Grim reaper (lol)

Age: ???

Gender: Male?

Race: ???

Occupation: Teacher

Class(es): Grimm anatomy & Combat

Theme Colour: Rifle Green

Semblance: Shape shifting

Weapon name: 

Forms: lantern (basic), chain&dagger(basic), knife/rifle, scythe (size can vary)

Personality: First impressions are: serious, strict and cold but is actually lax and laid back. He is somewhat distant but kind.

Facts:

  • Ruthless in fights when in non-human form
  • Insp. from escape artist and lamplighter
  • There’s a rumour that if you see his real face you’ll be cursed with a terrible illness or get turned into a monster
  • Likes to play video games