come on people let's not be silly

cool new trend

just fuckin come out and say what your guilty pleasure (or guilty pleasureS) is. it doesnt matter how silly it is, just let it be known.

my guilty pleasure is found-film horror movies.

a lot of people say they’re lazy and bad, but i find em really fun.

I’m gonna cry

So Jack is finally ready to move and his recording space is now completely empty, well except for the foam padding on the walls.

I’m really gonna miss this recording space, not for the background in the videos that I’m used to but for the memories that were had there.

When Jack first moved from the cabin in the woods to this apartment, he didn’t yet have a million subscribers but it wasn’t long after that that he hit this amazing milestone!

He had his first in-person collab with one of his friends in collage (his roommate at the time)

His internet got better XD

He dyed his hair green for charity

Originally posted by superhoperocksuniverse

He grew more and more confident while staying there

He played many emotional games like Undertale (but lets never forget that one minute pee break he took XD) and also TLG (more recent but still :3)

Originally posted by helloseptiplier

All those silly role plays he did in a few of his videos :D

Originally posted by shimadaclan

Not to mention all the emotions we get when Jack tells us to never give up and that he believes in us

Originally posted by professormuffins

Also it’s where the sketches really began. So lets not forget about ze good docta

Originally posted by toxicbgirl

or Marvin’s Magic

Originally posted by samueldamniel

the Christmas power hour

Originally posted by marielgum

and who could forget about poor Chase?

Originally posted by markired

and Chad!

Originally posted by marielgum

and it’s where he made a character that the fans made up come to life!

Originally posted by softestnaesheim

even though they won’t go anywhere

It was the first place that Signe and Sean made a video together

Originally posted by lum1natrix

Not to mention the white board with all the positive/silly messages Jack leaves on it

Originally posted by justchasingghosts

And it was where Jack started going to conventions regularly and meeting many people who look up to him

Originally posted by narcolangela

We went on a snourney with them!

Originally posted by lum1natrix

It was where he first got to voice act a role in a game!

It’s so sad to leave the recording space apartment there


This is only the beginning of an even bigger adventure we’re gonna go on as a community family and do more amazing stuff.

Go on more adventures

Do greater things

Meet so many new people

And have as much fun while we can :D

Also laugh at the silly things Jack Sean posts for us on YouTube, Instagram or Twitter

So this journey might seem tough, might seem scary but the change it’ll bring will be SO worth it in the end <3

anonymous asked:

do you have writing advice? i feel like i hate everything i write

read read read read read until you’re swollen with words. read advice from every author you love and read advice from every author you hate and read advice from the monster under your bed and read grammar books and read books from the black mountain poets and read books from modern poets and read self-published novels.

and once you’re filled up on ideas other people have given you, ignore everything you just were told and write what you want to read. if you’re absolutely in love with the luminous quality of alliteration, use it. if you’re amazed by the ability of adverbs to astonishingly and quickly multiply, flood your page with them. if you want to let every character die and come back to life, let them. if nobody dies and it’s 500 pages of people in a tea parlor talking, you just wrote a longer version of “no exit” by jean paul sarte and tbh it’s looking for an update. 

the reason i end up hating my work is twofold. either i’m stuck and it’s just a writing block and it doesn’t flow like it needs to, or i’m stuck because i’m too worried about perfection. i need a passage to ring perfect, and i get so caught up in silly things like commas and splicing and never using “said” that i can’t put anything down without feeling like i’m slogging through letters. i forget that the best part of writing a book is how fun it is to write a book. how caught up i get in the story, how sometimes i can even make myself laugh with surprise.

write because you want to hear yourself tell the story. write with a good sense of humor, honestly. i’ve written five novels, and while they’re not for publishing, they were for fun. we forget not everything has to be marketable and serious. that the best part of writing is when you evaporate and everything becomes story.

and when you’re just blocked? go back to the first part of this. and read.

lu-cien  asked:

Elorcan headcanons PLEASE! :)

YES YOU GUYS LOVE ELORCAN BECAUSE SAME!!! You have come to the right place! I’m loving how much you all love Elorcan

Ask and ye shall receive

I’m sorry to the anon who wanted Elucien. I‘m still kind of undecided about them so I don’t really have any, but Ill try in another post :)

-Okay so I know we all thought Elide would be all innocent but you guys have all read chapter 52? the girl’s been repressed.  Anyway that’s for a later time.  I think when they first get together as enthusiastic as Elide is, Lorcan would have to guide her through it and teach her the ways and it would be slow and soft™

-Lorcan’s groans literally KILL ELIDE LIKE HOW CAN ONE MAN BE SOOO SEXY?? The world may never know?

-I don’t think they will ever be like Rowaelin and have no shame to do it in such a public space.  Like those two do it in a bed. or on various place within their house, nothing too public for them. 

-They are that couple that you see and are jealous of becasue how easy it is between them.  Like they just look at each other when the other isn’t watching, twining finger without really holding hands, just a brush so that the other knows that they are here. 

-Lorcan hugs elide and when he does he always wraps one hand around the back of her head and pats her hair.

-elide always feels so safe and at home when he does that.  Like she’s not alone.

-Lorcan doesn’t really like PDA because he is MR. Stoic™and Elide respects that but she also like to hold onto him sometimes.  By that I mean that Elide like to sit next to him on the couch and play with his fingers and pat his knee.

-When they are together I just picture them super soft and fluffy with one another, Lorcan loves to make Elide laugh.  Elide loves to lay on top of him and play with his hair. Lorcan loves burying his face in her neck while she holds him because no one has ever held and loved Lorcan the way she does and sometimes its all too much for him.

-Elide finds Lorcan soooooo sexy when he’s …1) getting dressed quickly 2) strapping blades and battle gear on 3)becomes the general, and is discussing the best attack plan with Rowan and Aedion and Gavriel.  She gets all hot and bothered and Lorcan doesn’t notice the change in smell BUT EVERYONE ELSE DOES

-Aedion is like, “Jesus you two GET A ROOM.” Lorcan is like, “??????”

-remember that part where Elide was checking out Lorcan as he was knife throwing…? Yeah, when he train Elide just drools pretty much

-Every time Lorcan finishes while he’s on top, he just buries his face into Elide’s neck and it takes him a moment to remember how to breathe again

-Elide has the softest skin and Lorcan loves it

-Lorcan is a boobs man, have you read the description of Elide boobs? ahahaa he pays lots of attention to that part of her (if you know what I mean)

- So they start off sex slowly when they are first together but eventually it gets more desperate and wild especially after Lorcan’s been gone for a long time.

-They are pretty lowkey to me in terms of sex, like they both are perfectly happy an content to not try new things.  Just two people who really love each other and want to show that during sex.

-Elide on top makes Lorcan the happiest male on the earth.

-Lorcan loves going down on Elide because he loves hearing her quiet little gasp before she comes.

On that topic Elide is pretty quiet, just lots of heavy breathing and sighs.  Lorcan growls and groans and Elide livvees for itttt

-Elide steals all the blankets and Lorcan lets her becasue it means he can come cuddle up closer beside her.

-Lorcan does some silly things like jumping when the toaster goes off, and Elde just grabs his face and is like, “What am I going to do with you?” and kisses his nose.  Yes, his nose. bc he’s so fucking adorable.

-Lorcan is caring as hell when it comes to Elide.  When they are home, away from the public’s eye, Lorcan is all soft touches and gentle strokes.

-Lorcan loves to show Elide in kisses

-Lorcan always has Elide’s foot wrapped in his magic so that she feels less pain, eventually she forgot that the pain was even there.

-Lorcan still rubs and massages her foot when they are just lounging on the couch together reading a book or something.

-When they take baths together, Lorcan loves when Elide washes her hair and she loves it when he massages her back and neck.

-forehead kisses

-Elide kisses Lorcan’s hand because he always feels like he doesn’t deserve her.  His hands have done so much killing and damage in his life, he wonders what he did to get blessed with Elide?

-Elide loves to cuddle.  Lorcan obliges.  He likes it but not as much as her because she is a furnace and he always gets hot, but for her… he’d do it.

-Elide loves wearing Lorcan’s clothes lets be honest who doesn’t like wearing their S.O.’s clothes???

-When Elide has nightmare’s Lorcan wakes her up and pulls her close, letting her calm down before he says anything.

-When Lorcan has nightmares they are a quiet sort of terror.  The kind that leaves you trapped in bed, too afraid to move.  When he finally can move he sits up and pulls his knees to his chest and puts his head between his knees.  Elide wakes up when the bed shifts and sits up to and rubs a hand up and down on his back. She rests her cheek against his shoulder and just stay there with him.

-They just actually love and respect each other so much

Peter Pan Imagine/Do you love me?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, mentally abusive,cruel Pan, 

You never truly understood him, why he was so mean, so cruel, so heartless, for you only knew that you loved him, and your poor loving self thought you could change that, you were wrong.

From the day you met him, you knew you wanted to be with him, something about his mysterious ways drove you crazy. 

“Who are you?” he asked

“I’m Y/n.” you say with a smile

“Throw her in the lagoon, she’ll die faster!” he yells

“WAIT!” you yell a little alarmed

“Please, let me stay, I want to help.”

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”

You loo at him dead in the eyes,  “Me.”

The next thing you know Peter has you naked in his bedroom

He kisses up and down your neck and you are almost screaming his name,

As he is about to enter you stop him

“This is.. my first time.” you look every other way except in his direction

Peter is automatically irritated, he rolls his eyes, but makes sure you aren’t watching hi, he just wanted to fuck you already. He bends his down in the crook of your neck and starts to whisper “I’ll take go slow okay?”

You think he is the sweetest thing in the world, and of course you didn’t see the eye rolls.

He enters you and you start to feel the pain and start to complain to Peter, at this point he puts his finger in your mouth,

“Bite on this.” he says a little dry , you ignored that.

Next thing you know he starts going in hard and you could barely take it.

“Peter I’m a virgin!” you yell

But he completely ignores that and keeps going

“Peter please go slower”

As if he couldn’t be more of an ass he goes quicker

You’re digging your nails and hiding you face in the pillow you saw next to you begging him to stop, it felt good, but for your first time, it was a bit much.

As he stopped you realized he came and with that you took the pillow from behind your face and blushed as you looked at him.

His hair was a crazy mess, he was sweating, and had a satisfying look on his face, almost a “mission accomplished” look

He then came to your ear and nibbled on it a bit, you giggle as he does so

“You did such a good job baby girl, your king is so proud of you.” as he whispered in your ear, your heart melted, ever since then, this was your nightly routine. You loved making Peter proud of you, he would praise you, he would get you gifts, let you eat the first meal, showering alone, being his lost girl had some perks.

Almost every night Peter would fuck the brains out of you and he would love doing it.

“Do you really like the girl? Or are you just playing with her emotions?” Felix asked Peter

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Peter would say bluntly

“Oh Peter” you would scream his name so loud all of Neverland would hear, and he loved it, you barely could talk the next day because your throat would be red raw from screaming.

One day one of the lost boys got sick and you caught one of the colds they had.

“Not tonight Peter.” you simply say

“Excuse me?” he says

“I got sick and just want to rest.”

“Love please” he would kiss your neck softly, try to get you in the mood.

“Peter, you know I can’t say no to you” you say ans gab his face and kiss his lips.

He quickly takes off his clothes and yours and starts to stroke into you very roughly.

“Oh fuck Peter.”

He grabs the slides of your hips and starts to go very rough, he would always switch positions, doggy stile so that he could pull your hair, he would make you go on top of him, but eventually he would just take over and get on top, he loved being in charge, and if he felt that he wasn’t, he would make it be known by fucking you even harder. 

“Who’s lost girl are you ?” he would ask as he was about to cum

“Your’s Peter!” 

“That’s right.”

After he came he would always leave, he always had to do something.

“Baby please stay.” you begged

“Why would I do that?” he almost laughed

“Usually after people have sex they, I don’t know talk, cuddle, sleep.”

“Don’t be silly love, nobody does that.” he says as he walks out of the room.

Leaving you there, twisting your hair and letting tears come down your face.

You were starting to feel incomplete.

3 Weeks after

After an other night of well,, Peter getting what he wanted , you asked him something.

“Peter.” you lay on the bed still naked

“Not now Y/n I’m very busy.” he says as he puts on his pants

“Do you love me?” you ask almost regretting the question as soon as it came out of your mouth.

Peter looked at you almost in a confused way, and walked outside the door.

With that your heart shattered. You decided that enough was enough and ran after him, putting only a night gown on.

“Pan wait!” you say

He turns around, “Pan?” you were only allowed to call him Peter.

“I am sick of this, I just want to know if you love me or not.” 

“Y/n go back to bed.” he says as he began to talk to Felix

You step in the middle of both of them

“The hell are you doing?” he asked

“I will not move until you answer my question.” you say

“Fine, then we’ll move.” he says and him and Felix leave you, you stay there al night trying to prove a point, breakfast time and you have not moved, you were also sick as a dog, for it was cold that night.

“Come to bed.” you hear his voice and you turn around.

“Why?” you say sniffling your nose.

“Just come.” he says, you follow.

You get to his room and the fire is on, a long with a bunch of blankets and pillows.

“Oh Peter it’s Perfect! But it’s already breakfast time”

“We can skip it.” he kisses down your neck 

“But Peter I actually need it, I’m sick I need nutrition in my body.” you seriously.

“What you need, is me, I can make you feel all better.” he says.

“Peter stop.” you push him away 

“I’m sick, I’m going to get breakfast.” you say firmly

“What’s the point of having a lost girl then?” he mumbles under his breath but clearly wanting you to hear it

“Excuse me?” you began to heat up

“If you’re not going to give me what I want you’re better off sleeping in the tents outside with the rest of the lost boys.” he says as he crosses his arms

“So just because I don’t let you get it in I’m just an other lost boy then huh?” you almost scream

“You might as well be. That’s what I wanted you hear for.” he says bluntly

Your eyes began to tear up. “You’re an asshole.” you run outside and that was the last time you saw Peter.

About 3 months later you got settled in a town called StoryBrooke, you loved it, and you loved your brother Henry, he was your best friend, even though he was younger than you, you told each other everything.

Well the peace didn’t last log because Henry was take, and you were devastated.

As you all meet up in Ruby’s diner you all find ways to know where Henry could be you began to eat Henry’s favorite desert, apple pie.

You ate while the grown ups figured out where he was, they usually could figure out was faster before you since they were the ones with the magic powers.

“Bloody hell, I know where this kid is.” Hook said

You popped your head up a little curious and playing with your food just in case you weren’t supposed to be hearing.

“Where?!” Regina and Emma yelled at the same time.

“Neverland.” he says

Your fork dropped on the floor and so did your heart, you haven’t seen Peter since you yelled a him, since he sad all those terrible things.

You were terrified, but you had to get your best friend and brother back, and Peter was not going to stop you.

Part 2?

Fixing Septiplier

I saw this tweet and, yes, I can kinda agree.

People say its because Mark and Jack aren’t friends anymore, and I think thats not the case.

They still are friends, a lot, there are some parts in the livestream where they smile and talk to each other, but the thing is.

Its done where they’re not in the spotlight.

For example, Mark and Jack were tossing the toilet paper to each other and they were smiling at each other, but the camera men didn’t put them on the spotlight.

Also, Mark told Jack something and a big smile went on Jack’s face, but they were in the background, and the camera weren’t on them the whole time.

Mark and Jack always fueled the Septiplier ship back then and why don’t they do it now?

Well maybe they’re scared too?

Because back then:

The Septiplier ship was smaller, and people didn’t ship it as hardcore as they do now. They used to ship it as Mark and Jack did, in a silly, cute way.

But later on, people shipped it to a level that Mark and Jack never expected/wanted-

What I mean is smut, and people who believe they’re gay and they do love each other romantically.

Shippers who don’t ship it that way, or at least still know Septiplier won’t happen still [smut shippers], don’t worry, this isn’t completely your fault. I’m a shipper myself, so I know.

Like, do you really want drawings of you naked with a friend on the internet, especially when you’re as popular as them?

No, why would you?

Honestly, I think they might actually still wanna make those Septiplier moments keep going like they used to, but maybe they’re scared it’ll blow up and the shippers will take it too far?

It seems likely because,

it has happened.

They do sonething cute, it blows up, and now its madness and nobody can calm down.

Because if you’ve ever noticed, if you look at a Septiplier moment, its clear they’re extremely happy in each and every one.

But now they have to be cautious at every move they do on camera or else things will go nuts.

I don’t think they’re trying to sink the ship, I think they’re trying to make it back to the way it is.

But before you say “Then why don’t they just say they want the ship to calm down so they can be silly again?”

Well of course, THATS going to blow up. It doesn’t matter whether they giggle at each other or they actually do something cute, it’ll blow up either way. Its like some crazy curse. Literally, anything that includes Mark and Jack, there’s always someone going “OMG SEPTIPLIER AWAY, THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!!” Like, come on dude, these are real people who don’t love each other romantically. Let them be them. Everything doesn’t have to be Septiplier. Why can’t it be just two friends being friends?

And just so people know, thinking Mark and Jack are actually gay, even though having girlfriends, IS NOT AN OPINION. NOT IN THIS SITUATION. ITS JUST WRONG.

There’s a difference between a fact and an opinion. And Mark and Jack being straight is a fact. They have girlfriends, who are each wonderful people, but they ALWAYS, constantly state they’re straight, they are NOT attracted to men. They are straight and have amazing ladies as their girlfriend and if you can’t respect that, then I don’t think you should be here. Think about it. (Thank you to anyone who said about Mark and Jack stating they’re straight constantly)

And if it gets to the point where Mark or Jack have to make a video on this topic, thats it. We can’t fix it then. Because if its so effective on their lives that they have to tell millions about it, is not only dissapointing, but clearly fuckin shows our fandom can’t control ships.

Because Mark and Jack are not the ones changing.

The Septiplier ship is changing, and not in a good way. We fucked up. They didn’t.

And how do we fix it?

Well, Septiplier is huge, A LOT of people ship it. Its literally the second most searched option when you type ‘Sep’ in the YouTube search bar.

And it won’t be something we can do overnight. Its going to be a slow process.

There’s a lot of us and we have to all agree.

We can’t just lay around, waiting until everything gets better. WE need to be that something that brings the ship back to the light.

The Septiplier ship ran into a harsh, big storm and we have to work together to get it out onto the right path.

I want this ship to how it started, where everybody shipped it for fun, and we didn’t attack other ships. Not saying all of us attack other ships, its just some Septiplier shippers actually do attack, I’ve seen it.

Because the more smut and hardcore shippers that join this ship, the more Mark and Jack have to be cautious.


They’re not sinking the ship.

They’re warning us to fuckin fix ourselves and the flaws of this ship, before its too late.

And honestly, Septiplier isn’t just a ship anymore, its a community that needs some fixing. Its also a place where Mark and Jack fans join together. Because Mark and Jack have a beautiful bond thats brought their communities together. And lets not break that bond.

Because Whats better?

Don’t do anything and Mark and Jack grow farther apart on camera.

Or fix our ship, bring it back to the light, and have Mark and Jack be able to have things normal again.

Now, how?

Well, all hardcore [smut, sex related] shippers and people who believe they’re gay have to stop. (Or keep the smut as far away as possible)

Its not right or polite and Mark and Jack wouldn’t appreciate or even consider you a fan at all if you continue.

Ship Septiplier as a bromance, or in a fluffy cute way, nothing too extreme like sex, or kinky shit.

I know this isn’t how Mark and Jack really act with each other, they most likely do a bunch of shit together off camera where we don’t ruin their fun.

We can fix this ship.

We just have to try.

I want Septiplier to become peaceful and happy again.

Because Jack used to be a fan of Mark. He started his channel because of Mark.

And even though they’re on different parts of the world, Mark managed to find a worthy person on YouTube who derserves so much more. And that was Jack.

They’ve been through a lot, from meeting in person for the first time, becoming great friends, to having a happy little ship.

Lets bring it back to those times. Mark and Jack don’t need to change. We need to.

Lets bring the happiness back in Septiplier.

And ships like Jelix or Pewdieplier, don’t become like this ship, don’t go too far. Don’t make YouTubers become seperate by their own fans.

Mark and Jack have done so much for us, now lets do something for them.

I know we can do this.

Lets fix Septiplier.

Update: For Cringemas I wasn’t able to watch the first part but I saw that Mark and Jack agreed Septiplier as a ship was pretty bad this year in that part. And that right there is why we need to fix this ship. They know this ship is getting worse. If 2016 was Septiplier’s bad year, lets makes 2017 Septiplier’s rebirth into the light. Thanks to everybody who wants this ship better, I appreciate it so much! Now I know we can really do this. In 2017, we’ll fix Septiplier. Together. [Lol a PS: I understand the people who say that we should let septiplier die, but remember they’re are still fans and hard-core shippers who will start drama and shit. I wish it can be that easy, but right now, fixing the ship and opening people’s eyes seems like the best option, thank you💕]

In 10 minutes I got so many people telling me WHAT THAT IS NOT TRUE THEY ARE NEVER GOING TO BE TOGETHER

You’re right because silly me you just can’t split this couple right?




Real though I ship them so hard. I don’t know this show is honestly amazing. These characters are forever if they break up I am dying and if they get back together i’m getting raised from the dead this how much this ship is



So English is not my native language

…..but I am surprised at how people who claim to have it as their first (and often, only) language cannot tell the difference between possessive and plural forms. 

This is the possessive form of the word ‘table’: table’s. You use the apostrophe (‘s) when you want to describe something that belongs to the table, or some quality of the table, or something that the table fucking possesses. For example;

  • This is the table’s edge. 
  • This is the table’s right place. 
  • This is how you write the table’s fucking possessive form. 
  • This table’s slightly crooked. (Here you are describing an attribute of the table - crookedness - by contracting “the table is” to “the table’s”). 

If the word itself ends in an ‘s’ don’t add another ‘s’ - just add an apostrophe (’).

  • The abbess’ piety is well-known.
  • The skittles’ colour is green. 
  •  My glasses’ frames are green. 

On the other hand, if you want to write the plural form of the word table, you leave out the apostrophe and just add an ‘s’:  one table, two tables, many tables, but never “table’s”. For example; 

  • I’m going to buy five tables at IKEA. 
  • We can just put all the food on the tables
  • Tables’ is how you write the fucking plural form of ‘table’. 

The same rule applies when you are talking about people. Therefore, I present to you the possessive

  • This is Jonny’s hockey stick. (Don’t forget the apostrophe because there’s only one Jonny)
  • This is Geno’s dog. (Don’t forget the apostrophe because there’s only one Geno, thank goodness). 
  • Derek is Stiles’ werewolf. (If the word or name ends with a ‘s’, you just put an apostrophe at the end of the name and don’t add an extra s.)
  • Draco’s love for Harry is well-known. 
  • Hermione’s commitment to good grammar is what makes her weep when she reads your fan-fiction. 
  • This is Sidney’s house. 

And now the plural: 

  •  The Malkins are coming over for dinner. (You are referring to more than one Kane, so you use the plural form. Not “the Malkin’s are coming over for dinner”, but “the Malkins are coming over for dinner”.)
  • Sharpy and Kaner are both mocking Jonny, and that’s more Patricks than Jonny can handle. (You are referring to more than one Patrick, so no fucking apostrophe). 
  • Sidney has built several houses and he hates them all. (You are talking about several houses and not the particular attributes of any house). 
  • Draco has lots of pet snakes. (Not snake’s)
  • Hermione is way too old for all these silly mistakes. (Not mistake’s).

What if you want to write about many things that belong to many people? Don’t let your head explode. Here’s how you do it. 

  • Who are the people? Let’s say you’re talking about the Hale family. 
  • What are the things? Let’s say you’re talking about all their houses. 
  • What about the houses? Well, let’s say they’re beautiful. 

The Hales have many houses. 

Let’s break it down. Many people named Hale? Say Hales, not Hale’s. More than one house? Say houses, not house’s. 

The Hales’ houses are beautiful. 

Let’s break it down again. More than one Hale? Hales. More than one house? Houses. Possessive form of Hales? It ends with an ‘s’ so just add an apostrophe and you’re done. Hales’ Houses. 

Some more examples:

  • Derek started a solo construction company, and he named it ‘Hale’s Houses’. 
  • Derek Hale has a house. It’s Hale’s house
  • Derek and Cora started a construction company, and they named it ‘Hales’ Houses’. 
  • Derek and Cora Hale have a house. It’s the Hales’ house. 

It took me a long time to learn this (as the title of this post indicates, English is not my first language, or even my second, or for that matter, my third). If I, at the hoary old age of twenty-three could learn this, you, who have been speaking, reading, and writing this language for your entire life, should be able to master it too. I still don’t get it right all the time, but I try. 

I’m going to preemptively apologise for all the grammatical mistakes that I myself have made in this post. I’m happy to correct them if you point them out, because learning is an ongoing process and I will never be ashamed of making mistakes as long as I am willing to try and learn from them. 

anonymous asked:

Top 5 things you'd change in Merlin?

1. Acknowledge that Uther and the Great Dragon are the series villains that make the most sense. I mean, on the one side we have a king who committed genocide and continues to perpetuate it to this day (in his wife’s name, cool motive still murder) and a dragon who has a reason to have a revenge vendetta against that king, immediately starts killing people when freed, and makes a bunch of prophecies that are completely self-fulfilling. On the other side, we have a series of women who had their friends and family and way of life ripped away from them and want to take revenge on the person who caused all their heartache while stopping that genocide, and a focus on a woman who tried to protest that king’s unjust laws even before she found out they would apply to her and was drugged by someone she trusted instead of trained the way he trained some kid he’d just barely met. Like, tell me again that it makes sense for Morgana to be a villain given this set-up?

But a story where Merlin and Arthur and Morgana and Gwen are pawns caught between Uther and the Dragon’s revenges and wrest control of the story away and make a true golden age? That’s far more interesting.

2. Speaking of which, GIVE US A DAMN GOLDEN AGE. If destiny was destiny (see the next number on this list) and Arthur was always supposed to bring us a golden age, where the fuck was it before he died? Magic never came back to Camelot. The wrongs were never righted. Camelot is going to be a mess after that last huge battle against Morgana. Where’s the Golden Age? If they weren’t going to give it to us, the show should have ended with Arthur alive and making a commitment to that golden age, rather than with his death.

3. Destiny. Look, I’m going to make this easy. Give us one episode where there’s a prophecy made about something bad where Merlin and company say “nope, we’re not letting that happen,” and it doesn’t happen. Let people’s choices matter. What’s the point of acting out a story that’s already been written out ahead of you? It was lazy writing and it was fucked-up worldbuilding that was never acknowledged to be fucked-up and by the end of my time in the fandom I was eyetwitching a little whenever anyone in the show or the fandom mentioned destiny as a positive thing. It was a mess of self-fulfilling prophecies and the only one that didn’t come true was the good one where Arthur would bring about a golden age and return magic to Camelot.

4. MAGIC REVEAL FFS. After a while it was lazy writing, and they thought the secret was the mechanism the show ran on when it really wasn’t. Merlin should have told Morgana the second she showed signs of being magical and he should have told Arthur … oh, I would have picked the end of s2, cliffhung, and picked up s3 with a full season of Arthur yelling at Merlin and slowly coming around to realize that magic wasn’t evil, so when he took the throne in s4 he would be able to start slowly grappling with what he wants to change and how much. I know this is Merlin’s story and not Arthur’s, but Merlin stops looking like a hero the longer he keeps the secret and lets Arthur continue to persecute people like him, and it makes Arthur less of the legendary king we’re meant to be seeing.

5. Consistent tone. We went from “silly family show” to “in the game of thrones you win or you die” and it was a mess. Also the cringey Comedy Episodes. Can we be light with less fart jokes?

Bonus List Of More Achievable Goals

1. Instead of Gwen’s s5 plot being her being mind controlled, instead she recruits Sefa as a double agent so a. we get two non-evil recurring ladies and b. Gwen gets to be badass and queenly instead of losing her agency.

2. Loathly Lady episode. This episode replaces the Gwen/Lancelot zombie mind control mess.

3. At least twice a season, we briefly see a magic user who is friendly, not a tool of the villain, and not planning to kill anyone. It can be brief, but it has to happen and at least one of those people has to live.

4. Less fart jokes. I think we can manage that, I think that’s acheivable.

5. Tristan dies instead of Isolde and she becomes a lady knight.

lostin-the-transition  asked:

Okay! First of all, I love your hcs and fics so much, and I'm such a happy and proud potato that you keep your blog up-to-date through everything! SO what if MC switched bodies (somehow) with the people of the RFA+V+Saeran? SFW or NSFW, it's up to you. Much love!

This might be a little short, def ooc, and not completely on the NSFW side, but I thought this would be a good chance to have something a little silly/funny on the blog! Much love to you too!!

(Lets also say that they’re dreaming or something like that for an excuse habfhsdbfhs I’m so bad when it comes to these plots)

All panicking aside, these folks may do a few weird things.

Zen would probably want to view himself from ‘your’ eyes- Getting an actual outside perspective of himself and loving it (also making some notes on what he could do to tone up a bit more, new ways to style his hair, etc). When if came to your body, however, he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands. For one, he would really, really, want to touch a few certain areas, but the look you give him when he’s quietly thinking about it scares him into forgetting the thought right then and now. Besides, he’s too much of a gentlemen to actually follow through those thoughts…

Yoosung would probably panic the whole day, and not just for your sake either. He’d be so worried about how you would think of his body. Is it weird??? Are you…Are you looking at–Aah! He’s panic so much. He’d want to be with you the whole time the ordeal was going on, just so he knows you’re not looking at him naked and critiquing his body. As for yours, he would have such a hard time changing clothes. And don’t even get him started on your bra- He tried putting on a shirt with his eyes closed and nearly died when he realised he was forgetting it.

Jumin wouldn’t leave your side. He’d be very worried about how you would present him. He would know that you would have a different air about you, and he needs to keep his reputation. Not that he doesn’t trust you….But he knows you. You haven’t grown up with the years of training he has on etiquette and presenting yourself. You’re still lost on his lifestyle, so he would stay by your side, acting so stoic in your body it gives you some weird vibes. But, granted, he wouldn’t let his mind wander about your body at all.

Seven would probably jokingly encourage you to mess around with his body, joking about how you two can really switch the roles up. But, silliness aside, he would be a bit weirded out. Very weirded out. If you even took his jacket off he would whine a bit, wanting you to cover himself back up. I mean it’s one thing when he decides to undress for you, but you in his body seeing himself from his perspective…Too much!!! He might practice taking off your bra a bit…How does that one latch always get stuck???

Jaehee would be pretty uncomfortable. She might think it’s nice to not have that weight on her chest all the time, and her hair longer, but seeing how she looks to other people would just be so weird. She’d be constantly frowning, walking around ‘you’ and thinking about a few ways she needs to adjust herself (Maybe getting a skirt thats a little less tight, different colored stockings….). After you try to give her some encouraging words (and failing due to the general weirdness), she’d calm down a bit….but definitely would be researching ways to reverse this

Saeran is not coming out of his room. No. Nope. Never. Not until he gets his own body back. And he would nearly want to force you to do the exact same- Do Not make a fool out of him, please god. He would die. Would he want to view your body? Probably. But he would be so creeped out by the whole thing he would just lay in bed and try to sleep it away, or just ignore it to the best of his ability.

V would probably be too shy to stay with you in the room. He’d frown about how his hair can be sometimes (”I never realized how much it nearly covered my eyes…”), and a few other details, but he would never, ever, let his hands stray over any strange areas for too long. He’d be a bit confused on what exactly is happening, why this even happened in the first place, but he’d focus on calming you down first, if he can. (Though he might ask you to make sure to brush his hair if you absolutely need to go out).

(If this was a dream, I’d like to imagine the RFA and Co waking up in a cold sweat, wondering what the fucking hell they just dreamed about.)

Harry Styles’ Natal Chart Analysis

So many of you have been asking me to do this forever and I finally finished it and decided to post it! It’s quite long but quite worth the read.  (And very interesting.  Especially if you want to see what you have in common with him!) 

A general note: none of this is written from any bias or from what we as fans already know. It was taken from websites and books that I own, as well as my own knowledge of the signs and how they affect a person.  Read this willing to note the positive AND negative aspects of his personality. 

Please feel free to ask me any questions about my own personal feelings/interpretations of this, or chime in with your own! 

Without further ado and below the cut, here is… the Natal Chart of Harry Styles.

Keep reading

dragon || one

a bad boy!jimin au. my first smut written there - might be a bit cringey but i hope you can understand. feel free to give feedback! chapter 2 coming soon too! - sen

summary: a boy at the party with a dragon on his arm seems too mysterious to stay away from.

genres: smut

word count: 5.5k

warnings: swearing?

part two

Originally posted by princejimin

Coloured ink covering every inch of his built body. That’s what attracted you to him at first. All of those drawings were forever - they were there to tell a story. When Park Jimin first stepped into the room where you were, you wanted to find the meaning behind those stories. He had a peculiar aura to him - he looked like mystery, secrets and trouble. But those things just set the spark inside you. You wanted to discover and solve the mystery that was Park Jimin. Everyone told you not to - you were far too innocent and pure for someone like him to wreck him. Your poor heart would not be spared. But sometimes the heart wants what it wants, and pain is desirable.

You had never considered partying a thing you’d like to participate in. Parties were usually just filled with alcohol and filthy things, and it could be dangerous if you didn’t watch after yourself. The bad boys and girls spent their evenings in parties, people tried to sell you drugs illegally, and often it could end up with the police coming to crash the party. You despised parties. Your roommate Yoojung, however, was the complete opposite. She loved partying from the bottom of her heart and she often found company with her from that party. She’d bring her company to shared dorm of you two. You didn’t mind, the walls were surprisingly thick and you had gotten used to it. Besides, you and Yoojung loved each other, and you knew that this was just her as a person and if she wanted to hook up with different people all the time, then so be it. How people have sex was none of your business anyway, and Yoojung was dear to you. All was fine as long as she didn’t make you come to the parties with her. Usually she didn’t. This time was different. Yoojung wanted you to drag along to one of those silly, meaningless parties.

“Come on, Y/N! You barely even go out these days, you just sit and rot inside”, Yoojung exclaimed and you just chuckled.

“Yeah, and you let your river rot with alcohol so don’t think you’re any better.”

“Touché. But please, just this once? I promise it won’t be a big deal. I’ll even hook you up with one of the good guys that I’m friends with, he’ll take care of you for the night. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll take care of you in multiple ways”, Yoojung smirked with a cocky grin on her face and you hit her arm, answering with refusion.

“I don’t want some random guy to take care of me. I can do it by myself”, you sighed and swiped away the strands of hair from your face. Yoojung’s face lit up and she smiled widely. 

“Is that a yes? Please tell me that it is!”

“It’s a yes. But I’m leaving whenever I want to, and you’re coming home with your own rides”, you said, but the last bits of your sentence were muffled since Yoojung was tightly hugging you, almost suffocating you with her tight embrace.

“I knew you had it in you! Come on now, we need to make you look good for the party, alright?”

You hid your car keys inside the pockets of your denim shorts. It was a warm autumn night, warm enough to wear shorts and show off your legs anyway. Yoojung was wearing a dress, which was shorter than your shorts, but it suited her. And who were you to judge?
Yoojung had tried to make you go wild with your makeup, but you had stopped her in time. Instead, you had opted for a makeup that was natural enough but not too casual. Sounds boring, but you weren’t here to impress everyone with your magnificent makeup skills.

Yoojung and you made your way towards the party, and regret was already lurking up on you. Yoojung had told you that this party was set up by Jeon Jeongguk, one of the bad boys on the campus and that it would be wild. She most certainly was right. People were already making out half-naked in the front yard, even if it was only 10pm. The music was blasting through your ears and you could smell whiskey and other forms of alcohol even from your car. You stole a glance at Yoojung. Maybe you could just run? She wouldn’t notice, right? You took a step back, thinking you were all sneaky. Yoojung was a step ahead - literally - though. She grabbed your arm and started dragging you forward.
“Don’t you dare to run away now. You promised me you’d come”, Yoojung said while you tried to protest. You realised it wouldn’t make any difference. You were going to be here at the wild, wild party. This was going to be a long night indeed.

You stepped inside the house and immediately you were greeted with a warm embrace. She was Yerin. You and her were friends, you had some same classes. She was nice, you often hung out with her if Yoojung and her company were being too loud. 

“Hey, Y/N, you made it! Yoojung texted me about you coming and I almost couldn’t believe it! Our little home mouse finally crawled out of her cage”, Yerin said laughing and you laughed with her. Yoojung had disappeared somewhere to get a drink - obviously. Yerin started blabbering on about how she’s gonna introduce you to her friends. You weren’t listening, at least not whole heartedly. You were too busy trying to investigate the place. It smelled funny, like some Eastern spices or something.

You arrived at the spot, where there were 5 boys. You recognized them. Jeongguk - the funny bad boy of the campus. He and his signature bunny smile, which made him look so much kinder than what he did when he wasn’t smiling. Hoseok, another one of the bad boys, also the leader of the dance team. Namjoon, the smart bad boy. He was actually really nice to be around with. Yoongi, who was the small and skinny bad boy. He looked angry, and you feared him. Yoojung and Yerin had both told you that he’s actually a good guy, and that he’s just bitter about his height. But you guessed that nobody really knew. And finally, Seokjin, the oldest. He told terrible jokes but the boys held him in the uppermost respect. You smiled faintly at them and Hoseok immediately came to hug you with a wide grin. It was awkward - you had talked to him once or twice, you didn’t expect this much of affection. But soon enough it was over.

“Y/N! You actually came. Wow. This is amazing. Fucking amazing, to say. I’ve never seen you in a place like this, it was about damn time”, he said and you couldn’t help but smile. You were actually wanted here? You looked at Yerin who seated herself next to Namjoon. You sat next to Jeongguk. He smirked at you even if anyone in the room could see that he was nervous, but you ignored that. You were just a girl trying to have fun in the sinful party.

The night passed in a happy chat with Yerin’s friends and Yerin herself. You felt happy when talking with her friends. They all had the red cups in their hands, telling everyone they were drinking tonight. You had emptiness in your hands instead. You stood up, excused yourself saying you were getting yourself a drink and coordinated your steps towards the kitchen. You grabbed an empty, unused red mug from the table and started eyeing at the drinks. You opted for the slightly stronger stuff and poured yourself a drink. See, alcohol doesn’t taste good. It tastes absolutely horrifying actually. It’s the situation and the emotions along with it that makes the drink bearable. Whether it’s sadness or joy, they make the bitter taste disappear. 

You sipped from your drink and almost choked on it. Someone had bumped into you. The drink spilled on the floor, on your shoes and bare legs. You lifted your gaze angrily and saw something so utterly beautiful that you didn’t even care about the silly drink anymore.

It was a boy with raven black hair, tanned skin covered in ink and a built body. He wasn’t the tallest you had ever seen, but his beauty made up for it. The utterly gorgeous inkings in his body looked so inviting, you wanted to gently touch each and every single one of them. His dark eyes shot at you. 

“Oh shit, my bad. Sure you didn’t get hurt? Your shoes might be ruined”, he said and you swore angels were singing inside your head. His tattooed hands brushed accidently against your own. You just shook your head and smiled.

“Don’t mention it, it’s fine really. I didn’t choke. And my shoes were old and broken anyway. ‘Bout time I got an excuse to throw them away”, you said and he laughed along with you. It filled you from the inside, it was perfect. 

“Well, I’m sorry anyway, sweetheart. I can make you a new drink, if you mind?” He asked and smirked at you. Boys usually didn’t make you blush, but his words made the rosy colour splash across your cheeks. You were sober enough though, and even if the boy was everything you could ever ask from someone, you knew better. 

“I’ll pour it myself, thanks. And my name is Y/N”, you said and stepped towards the drinks, setting your cup in front of you. The strange boy just laughed and nodded.

“Okay, Y/N. Mind if I call you sweetheart? Fits you well. My name’s Jimin by the way. Park Jimin, if you prefer the formal way”, he answered you and you chuckled while pouring your cup full again. You turned to face him again and was met up with a cocky smirk that you had already learned to like.

“Jimin… A pretty name.”

“Same could be said for yours”, he said flirtingly and you just smirked back. Oh, so this is were this was heading.

“What are you doing here on this night, sweetheart? I mean, no offense, but you look like that type of gal that doesn’t come around here often”, Jimin asked, and he seemed genuinely curious. You just smiled, stealing innocent glances at his tattooed, muscular arms. 

“A friend dragged me. Ain’t no special about it.”

“Your friend made a good choice. A boring party like this needed something like you to make it even slightly better, sweetheart”, he said while smirking. You raised your eyebrow and he just laughed. 

“Yeah. I guess”, you said. You were absolutely flustered. A peculiar angel like him was saying flirtious stuff to you? A moment or two passed between you in silence. He didn’t seem to mind. He just eyed your body from head to toe, making his own calculations. He let his hand brush against you and you lifted your gaze to face him. He smiled at you and looked you into the eyes. It felt like he wanted to see your soul. And you were willing to give it to him in a heartbeat. The moment was interrupted with someone yelling his name. He turned around and looked at his friend, smiled at him and nodded. He faced you again and smiled, as if he was apologizing. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart. I have to go now. But please don’t disappear, I’d like to find you again”, he said and swiped your cheek with his thumb. 

“I’ll see you around, alright sweetheart. It won’t take too long”, Jimin said and with that, he was out of the kitchen and walking away somewhere in the huge mansion. You couldn’t get the words out of your mouth. This Jimin guy… Something in him was dragging you to a strange road and it had never felt better.

You walked back to your friends, but everything they said seemed to pass in a blur. Your thoughts were filled with Jimin and those beautiful tattoos of his. Yerin seemed to notice this, and said something about girls powdering their nose, and dragged you to a free bathroom. She shook you gently. 

“What is it? Something is off”, she asked and you just smiled.

“I just met a boy. He was really nice, but he disappeared somewhere”, you said and Yerin’s upset face was replaced with something that looked like happiness and excitement. 

“Really! Oh god, I thought someone had drugged you, I was so ready fight every guy here. Who is it? What’s his name?” she started asking happily and you let out a laugh.

“Jimin. His name is Park Jimin”, you answered and you couldn’t quite pur your finger on it, but Yerin’s expression changed fast. Was there fury? Disappointment? She shook her head and took your hands in his.

“Now, Y/N, listen. You can fuck with any guy you want, expect Jimin. You cannot fuck with Jimin. I care for you too much”, Yerin said and kept shaking her head. You were scared her neck was gonna snap.

“Why? Are you sleeping with him?” 

“No. No, no, no. He’s hot, I know. But he does not want anything else but sex, from anyone. He has never loved a woman, or a man. The only person he loves is himself and his dick. Trust me, you don’t want to mess with him. He’ll drag you to hell and back and there’s no way you’ll be able to jump off the ride”, Yerin said and you furrowed your brows. How could such a beauty be a monster like that? Ha. Yerin was probably bluffing.

“He seemed like a nice guy though”, you said. 

“Oh honey, trust me. If you think Jeongguk and the guys are bad guys, I can assure you that they are the goody-two-shoes compared to Jimin. Promise me you won’t fuck with him? Like, I guess I can’t forbid something from you, but I don’t want to see you getting hurt because of him and his emotionless actions. Pretty please?” Yerin asked, she seemed almost desperate. You just nodded. There went another boy out of your grip.

“Okay. I won’t fuck with him. I’ll forget him. Just don’t start crying”, you said and somehow you both found laughter coming inside of you. Your mind was still consumed by Jimin though. You wanted to find him and ask him all about his tattoos and himself. He had set the flame inside him and it was too hard to shut if off.

The rest of the party was quite miserable, so you decided to leave early. The boys and Yerin understood, you weren’t fond of parties. You found your way outside and started fishing your car keys from your pockets. You quickly found the metal object and spun them around for a bit, while walking towards you car. You didn’t even make it to the car, when someone snatched the keys out of your hand. You turned around and there was the laughing boy again. Jimin took your keys in his hands. 

“Hi there sweetheart. Going somewhere?” He asked while laughing and everything Yerin had said about him was long forgotten. There he was, in all his glory and you couldn’t ask for anything else.

“Going home. Need a ride? I’m sober enough to not kill us”, you said and he just nodded, throwing the keys back. You caught them and pressed the opening button in the keys. You walked over to your car, walking to the driver’s spot. You stepped in, and got ready to drive. Jimin sat right beside you and so the drive begun.

It was silent at first, you had asked him where to go and he just pointed front. He was the first one to break off the silence.

“You really are a sweetheart. You’re driving me home, even if you don’t know me”, he said, and there was something in his voice that you couldn’t understand. It sounded strange.

“I mean, I could a be a fucking rapist or something. But you ended up giving me a ride anyway”, he added, making it a retoric question. He had seen your confused face and decided to save himself.

“Well, I don’t know. You seem like a good guy. I mean sure, you’re all muscular, tattooed and shit. But you might be a good guy underneath that tough shell”, you admitted honestly. Jimin smiled, and it looked so, so pretty.

“Sweetheart, I’m afraid you’re wrong. But sure. I can be nice. Especially to pretty girls like you”, he smirked and brushed his hand against your thigh. You let him. It felt good, and you wouldn’t mind if he went a bit further, too. It was like Jimin had casted a spell on you. You chose not to answer to his speech. He was a good guy to you.

“Turn right here and you should be where I live. Number 14”, Jimin said after ten minutes, which had mostly passed with chit chat. You turned and stopped in front of the house. It looked kinda wrecked and dirty, but then again, you both were college students and money was tight. Jimin turned around to you and looked you in the eyes. 

“You should come in, you know. It’s a bit lonely, my roommates probably fucking with someone and you’re great company”, Jimin said, and even if he said it in a confident way, it sounded shy in a way. You just nodded. Funny how fast you were giving in. It was just a boy, why where you so head over heels for him? Jimin smiled, stepped outside the car while you followed. Lock up the car, and get inside and the night could begin.

Jimin’s apartment was surprisingly big. It was also clean, considering two young men were living inside. Maybe the liked tidiness. Jimin closed the door behind you and you took your high heels off. You walked inside the apartment and sunk down on the sofa, the boy sitting down next to you. He scooted closer and flung his hand around your shoulder. You just smiled at him while he turned on the tv. You knew nothing good was coming up on this hour but it was good background noise.

“So, sweetheart. What should we do? We could get to know each other better. A beautiful girl and me”, Jimin said suggestively and you smirked. Oh, so you were playing this game? 

“Alright, alright, lover boy. You tell me first. Why the tattoos? They’re eternal, after all”, you asked and gently brushed your finger across that one coloured dragon. It had caught your attention in the beginning, that particular dragon. It was mesmerising. Sure, the other tattoos were pretty, but this just stood out to you. Jimin chuckled and peeked at his arm. 

“Well, I don’t actually know. I think that if I mark my body, I’ll be able to go back to the memories of youth, even when I’m old and don’t remember much. Whether they’re bad or good, I want to keep them and hold them in my tiny heart, because they changed something in me or in my life. And, you got to admit, they’re fucking pretty”, Jimin said and laughed in the end. You heard the years of pain in his voice, but you let it pass. It was too deep for you to know, and you didn’t want to burden him. You had only met him a few hours ago, after all. You nodded in response and he took it as a sign to continue the game.

“Alright sweetheart. My question. Why don’t you ever go to any parties? You look like someone who could use a bit of fun sometimes”, Jimin asked and you giggled a bit. 

“Well, fun can be described in many ways”, you started.

“Oh hell no, you’re out the door if you go to some sewing club or some shit”, Jimin said and you both laughed out of joy. 

“First of all, I don’t go to a sewing club. And second of all, I don’t know. I guess I don’t find partying a fun thing to do. People are drunk and annoying, too many risks and all. It’s messy.”

“Am I annoying to you?” Jimin asked with a fake hurt tone in his voice. You laughed and shook your head.

“You’re an exception”, you said back and suddenly you felt him lean closer. The tension tightened around you.

“Oh, an exception? What do you let exceptions do?” Jimin asked, left hand brushing against your thigh, right hand pushing away the hair from your face. You gulped silently and looked him straight into the eyes. God, how could he be so indescribably hot? 

“You’re the first one, I’ll guess you’ll have to just… Find out”, you whispered and Jimin licked his full lips. He placed a gentle kiss on your cheeks, then your jawline, and then your neck. He found a sensitive spot on your neck and when a moan escaped your lips, he smirked and stayed on that part.

“Exceptions can do this right? I mean, you’re enjoying this”, he said when a purple mark was stained on your neck. He then moved back up, lips closer to yours than ever. You couldn’t help, but stare. You were in an absolute bliss, and anticipation was so exciting for you.

“And this”, he said while finally cutting off the distance between your lips. His lips were thick, and full and tasted like cherries with a hint of alcohol. You kissed him right back and he pulled you closer, to sit on his lap. A few moment passed and then it deepened. Jimin’s hands were creeping up on your thighs and even if everything felt so good, you knew you two couldn’t do it here. Not today. But his kisses and touch felt too good and it was impossible for you to pull away and stop whatever was going on. A flush of warmth flushed onto you, to your core. Jimin’s hands went a little further and then they finally cupped your heat. His removed his lips from your owns and looked at you with a look that just seemed to ask for a sign to continue. You nodded. Maybe it was the alcohol, or just the charms of Park Jimin, but anyone touching you had never felt so good, even if you both were fully clothed. As if Jimin had read your thoughts, he removed your shirt, and it didn’t take you both long to face each other in only underwear.

He eyed your body up and down and he let out a sigh. 

“Damn. I must’ve saved the country in my last life to be able to have a girl like you”, Jimin said quietly, like a whisper. You blushed a little, but replaced your flustration with gently running your finger down his rock-hard tattooed abs. You looked at him with innocent eyes and your hand traveled to the waistband of his gray boxers. You gently palmed his crotch, never breaking up the eye contact. You could already feel the hard on he had, but decided to keep on playing the game. It could be super fun, after all. Jimin grunted and lowered his hands to cup your breasts. He kneaded them and pulled you closer, attacking your neck with kisses. He squeezed your breast, his free hand’s fingers somehow finding the hook of your bra, and opening it. He tossed it aside, finally lowering his lips to your breasts. 

“God, baby girl, you look so fucking gorgeous like this”, he whispered and gently nibbed at the sensitive skin, making a moan escape your lips.

“Fuck, keep moaning. I’m already hard for you, I can’t wait to fuck you”, he said and you felt your wet heart twist in anticipation. Jimin’s dirty words were like a symphony to your ears. You nodded to his his words and a small moan left your lips when he squeezed your ass tightly.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me, for you to fill me up real good. You’ll make me cum, right?” you asked with a innocent voice and Jimin grunted again. He sat up from the sofa and you understood where it was going, so you sank down to your knees in front of him. You traced his v-line and pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung up and you let out a quiet, but high sound. It was already hard, the veins outlining it. Jimin smirked and looked at your shocked expression. 

“Like what you see, baby?” he asked and all you could do was nod. 

“It’s so big”, you answered with a faint voice and Jimin let out a laugh and shifted into a more comfortable position. It was about to happen - a pretty girl like you, right in front of him, making him see stars of pleasure. Before he could function, you already gave a small lick to his tip, pumping the whole length with your hand. He let out a moan and pushed the hair away from your face. Then you took a bigger amount of it to your mouth, and angels were singing in his ear. He squeezed your hair into his fist.

“Use your hands, baby, please. You’re doing so well already, who knew you could take my dick this well?” He moaned and you hummed in response, leaving sweet vibrations down his spine. You took more and more of his cock and soon started to bop your head up and down, letting your delicate fingers play with his balls. Jimin grunted. Your mouth felt so good around his throbbing cock, he knew he wouldn’t last long, not with that mouth or those fingers. 

“Baby girl, you’re so good… Fuck, I’m coming if you don’t slow down”, he moaned, but you couldn’t be stopped. Fuck, he’s not gonna cum before he gets to fuck you, that’s for sure. He gently pushed you away and pulled you up, glaring at your panties. You took them off, and Jimin smirked, pulling you closer to himself. He moved his hand closer to your burning heat and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. Jimin’s fingers played with your wet folds, kissing your neck and lips occasionally. 

“You’re so wet for me already, I didn’t even do anything yet. Is that how much you want me?” Jimin asked, while circling your clit with his thumb. You moaned, wanting him to go further and further. This already felt like heaven, but it wasn’t enough. Jimin pressed on your clit harder and you let out a quiet squeal.

“Jimin, your fingers”, you tried to moan and he chuckled.

“Say the magic word, sweetheart.”

“Please”, you whispered.

“Didn’t quite hear that.”

“P-please”, you moaned and with that, one finger was in. He started moving it back and forth, curling it along the way. All you could do was moan in pleasure - someone fingering you had never felt this good. He added another finger and you swore you saw stars. His thumb was doing wonders with your clit and his fingers working inside you like that - the perfect combination.

“You’re so fucking wet, shit. And so, so tight. I can’t wait to fill you up”, Jimin whispered to your ear and kissed you again. Your lips let out moans and Jimin just smirked at you. Soon, the knot in your stomach was tightening, and the familiar feeling of extreme pleasure was coming closer. Jimin seemed to notice that too.

“Oh no, not yet, sweetheart. I want to fuck you first”, he said, and pulled his finger out. You groaned in annoyance - it had felt so good and he just did that? What kind of an asshole would you have to be? You were just about to go off, but then you saw him opening up a condom package. He rolled the condom onto his dick and smirked at you.

“Where were we?” He asked and positioned himself on top of you. He placed his dick right in front of your swollen pussy and then slided right it and you only heard yourself moan. You grabbed Jimin’s shoulders, to help yourself, and let him stretch you out. He smirked at you and kissed you again. He started moving at a torturing slow pace.

“You’re still so fucking tight, even if I fucked you with my fingers already… And so god damn wet”, Jimin grunted and you moaned in response.

“I’m wet for you, baby. Only for you”, you said and Jimin groaned, starting to move a little faster. Good, praise gave him energy. You kissed his lips as he started going faster and faster, grabbing onto your hips so tight that you were sure bruises would come out. But you didn’t care, all that mattered was this moment and Jimin. Him fucking you and moaning because of you. 

“F-fuck, Jimin, you feel so good. You’re so big, you fill me up so fucking good”, you mewled and it was true. Sex with Jimin was amazing, and you didn’t want it to stop, ever. Jimin moaned and looked you deep into the eyes.

“Fuck, go harder, baby”, you sighed and then he let himself free, starting to pound into you remendlessly. All that could come out of your mouth was desperate mewls and groans. Jimin had you seeing stars, and everything felt so good. Skin slapping against skin, the moans of pleasure and occasional swears. Soon, the familiar and so needed knot in your stomach was tightening and your walls tightened around him. 

“F-fuck, Jimin, I’m so close, I can’t take it anymore”, you said and he rolled his lips harder onto yours. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me hear you scream my name, let everyone know who made you this wrecked”, he said and started rubbing your clit with his thumb again. That pushed you off the edge, and you saw white stars and everything was a blur, only Jimin and you were bright and clear. He kept fucking you until you rode out your high and then placed his hands on your cheeks. 

“My turn, sweetheart”, Jimin whispered and started thrusting into you again, chasing his sweet release. 

“You did such a good job, baby. You feel so good, filling my cunt up. I love it when you fuck me like this”, you whispered to his ears and it only took a few thrusts for him to release his load inside you. He rode out his high, and then pulled out, when the overstimulation became too much. He collapsed next to you on the sofa and there you two were, breathing heavily with a fucked out look on your faces. You were both sweaty and hot, and you were in a desperate need of a shower.

“I think you can stay the night. You can drive home tomorrow morning. I’ll take the couch and give you some clothes to sleep in, alright sweetheart?” He said while smiling gently. The dirty and horny man was gone and replaced with the mysterious Jimin that you had learned to get known to. You shook your head. It was his house, you should sleep on the couch.

“A real gentleman you are. I’ll sleep on the couch. And no refusions”, you said and to make your point even more clear, you took one of the pillows to your lap. Jimin let out a giggle. 

“No. If you won’t let me take the sofa, you’ll just have to sleep next to me. Now get up, sweetheart, the couch ain’t yours.”

Jimin gave you his over-sized t-shirt and some boxers, he told you to change and to go to bed whenever you felt like it. He showed you the shower and told you to wash up. You obeyed his orders and after spending some well needed time under the dripping water, washing away all the dirt and filth, you found yourself laying under the thick blanket. Jimin soon came next to you in bed, only wearing a pair of boxers. His hair was wet and his abs were dripping with water. You chose not to watch his body, even if you felt like it. Sure, you had just had sex with him, but after the moment, it was flustering to you. He thought otherwise and wrapped his hard, lean arm around you while he sleepily closed his eyes. You smiled and made yourself comfortable.

“Sweetheart?” You heard his husky voice.


“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re handsome too.”


“Goodnight, Jimin.”

All good things must come to an end, and so did this night. You slept tightly against Jimin, but around 6am, you felt yourself wake up. You shifted in your place, got up. Carefully, not to wake Jimin up. You changed your clothing a found a post it-note collection. You took a pencil, wrote your apologies, and your number for him to catch up later. You felt bad for leaving him, but you needed to be home before Yoojung. You left the note on your place of the bed and stopped to give a good look at Jimin. He looked so peaceful and beautiful. You kissed his forehead and soon enough you were out the door for the walk of shame. What a night and what a boy.

Big Bang React: Jealous of Your Sexy MAMA Dance


At first he’s gonna be throwing you hearts every time you glance at him trying to show you how proud he is of you and how amazing your performance is going.

Originally posted by dont-no-why

Then when you lay down between one of the dancer’s legs and you climb up the guy sexily (does this make sense? I’ve seen this move before trust me) GD’s gonna be like… “Wait… WHAT? When did they come up with this move? I didn’t see this one in the dance practice?!”

Originally posted by biggerthanbang


At first he’ll be sitting there with a smile on his face and enjoying your performance with the rest of the guys hyped up about it too.

Originally posted by sofiatherese92

Oh boy…. when you grind your butt on the dancer’s crotch?? Not good. Not good at all. Everyone’s going to go eerily silent because they can feel the jealousy seeping off him like a waterfall.

Originally posted by essentertainment


At first: Can we say heart eyes?!! He’s just gonna be sitting there in awe of how he’s so lucky to have you as his watching you up there dancing your heart out. Like seriously he’s gonna have his elbow on his knee, chin on his fist just sighing. 

Originally posted by y0226d

But OMG when you do a body wave with two guys on either side of you? Nu uh! Not. having. it! He’s gonna go up on the stage and act like he’s supposed to be part of the act (or act silly as a distraction) and take his rightful place up there beside you. 

Originally posted by 868994


(Okay this is kinda awkward cause he’s currently in a relationship but… since he’s not married and I know a lot of people stan him, I’ll do it)

Come on ya’ll. Let’s be serious. He is going to BEG to be in the back dancers. I can just see him watching the dance practice all giddy.

Originally posted by daesungstrash

Then that dry humping move comes in and he’s like “Babe let me do it! I can be sexy! See! Pleaaaaaase?! I PROMISE I’LL KEEP MY SHIRT ON THIS TIME!

Originally posted by wow-pandastic-baby


He’s gonna be super impressed and floored - in the beginning - because you kept how sexy your dance truly was so he could be surprised.

Originally posted by nyongtory9696

Then when your dance partner sits on the chair and you climb on his lap he’s gonna be super jealous (though I don’t think it’s going to show up on his face). He’ll be cool as a cucumber but on the inside he’s gonna be thinking “NO. N.O. She hasn’t even done that for me yet! NOT FAIR!”

Originally posted by taeyangspecs

I’m feeling so confused right now. I really miss being here so so much. I miss sharing my sims, I miss reading everyone’s stories all the time, and I miss being a part of the community. I’m genuinely sad and lonely not being here.

Maybe it’s silly, but I feel like sharing my sims and writing happy stories about them helps with my struggle somewhat. I miss it.

I’m also not sure if I should come back. I feel anxious and nervous too. I feel like I’ll let people down.

I got self conscious about both myself and my stories before I left. I’ve realized though, I don’t want to change my stories. I don’t want to change them from being happy and nice. Maybe it’s boring to some to not have drama, but I like having my sims have happy lives. I like writing about happy things. It makes me happy. I also don’t want to change who I am. Yes I still need to learn and grow, just like everyone, but I don’t want to change the very core of who I am. Writing my stories helps me express myself and become more comfortable with who I really am.

If I came back, I don’t know that I’d be able to post consistently or anything. I’m still not feeling very well, but I just miss all this so much.

I’m considering starting over on a new blog, but I’m not sure. I’d still post about the Copelands though. They’re just too special to me to leave behind.

Sorry for all this, I just have a lot of conflicting feelings I felt like I needed to get off my chest. Typing them out made me feel a little better.

BTS Reacts - Suddenly Asking Them To Dance With You

Jeon Jungkook: Extra AF dancer number one. The second you ask Jungkook to dance with you to the sound of absolutely nothing, he instantly drops his muscular body to the floor and starts worming around the room, heaving himself across the floor, completely overzealous in his efforts. It used to take him ages to get him to sing in front of someone before debuting, let alone getting him to dance. He’s no longer that timid boy, and when he’s with like-minded people who share his spontaneous whims, there’s no stopping the maknae from acting like a complete idiot.


Kim Seokjin: Would be confused as to why you’re asking him to dance with you, especially when there’s no music playing. Seokjin isn’t confident in his dancing abilities, but he’s adept at making people laugh with them when he concocts silly choreo concepts. He likes using this as a way to cheer people around him up, so he’s more than happy to give in to your wishes. He stops and stares at you blankly, processing your request before breaking into a goofy dance routine that he so famously dubs ‘the cooking dance’, while he’s making you and Bangtan breakfast.

“Feast your eyes on me! Have you seen such amazing performance art before, _____________!?”

Min Yoongi: Very hesitant to give in to your ridiculous pleas for him to start dancing with you. It’s not that he can’t be spontaneous - you’ve just caught him when he’s feeling particularly lazy. If there were music playing, he’d probably be more willing to join in on the fun, as he’d be able to feel the groove of the rhythm. To get you off his case, he eventually caves in just to keep you placated. Yoongi watches you for awhile, amused by your silliness before shrugging. He waves his hands erratically in the air, dancing along with you in his chair in a half-assed fashion.

“There - you happy?”
( What the fuck was that supposed to be!? )
“Hey, you’re not any better yourself, pabo!” 

Park Jimin: Jimin would take your wishes seriously, regardless as to whether you were joking. The first time you asked Jimin to dance with you to a non-existent beat gets him red with timidity. However, he’s gotten used to your sudden cues to dance; it’ll take him some time, but he’ll eventually partake in your dances. He sways his hips, mouthing the words to EXID’s ‘Up and Down’ as you gape at him with awe. He laughs at your surprise. Jimin is only likely to bust a move when you prompt him to do so, which brings him a bit out of his shell - that isn’t a bad thing at all.

“What? You didn’t say what kind of choreo you wanted! Sexy, right?”

Kim Namjoon: This member’s reaction to you asking him to dance with you is purely situational. On any average day, he would roll his head backward: ‘I don’t want to dance,’ he’d moan. When you do catch him on a good day, you can expect one willing Kim Namjoon to break into a frenzy, gyrating as if he were an idiot who’s never danced a day in his life. You’re lucky today - when you do ask him to move with you, he imitates his infamous ‘octopus dance’, thrashing his sleeves around like a helpless fish out of water. Yoongi bursts into a fit of laughter, yelling at you:

“Yah, _____________, what do you think you’re doing, asking Namjoon to dance!? Somebody stop him!”

Jung Hoseok: The best person to ask to dance with you. He is always up for impulsive partying, and it doesn’t matter to him that there’s no music at all. Hobi appreciates that you can do this too. You could ask him to perform his whole routine to BOY MEETS EVIL, and he’d do it so ardently that you’d think that he’s forgotten he’s not actually shooting a music video. He stares fiercely into your eyes, staying completely still before belting his moves out, lashing his arms in the air like a madman, as he walks steadily toward you to accompany you in your dancing.

“You asked for it - DANCE BATTLE! Dance Master Hobi is in the house!”

Kim Taehyung: Extra AF dancer number two. Taehyung knows no shame when it comes to giving it all he has to groove, even if it’s off-stage. He’s what you want in a spontaneous dance partner; it’s guaranteed that whenever you get down with him, you’ll end up having the time of your life. He decides to take his flamboyance to the next level - as soon as you ask him to hustle with you, he leaps onto the table in Bighit’s canteen while the rest of the members are having lunch, bouncing boisterously while you beg him to stop. Bangtan isn’t even fazed by this anymore.


I took up on one of your suggestions - to have them all be asked to dance to no music out of the blue, since I felt like writing something silly and light-hearted. I hope you like it! <3

anonymous asked:

Do you have any horror prompts?

1) Her parents wished secretly for a perfect child. The doll wished to be a real girl. People were happy, at first, when their darling baby was replaced. She watched from the corner of the room, trapped in plastic, as the doll tried on her clothes and accepted hugs and kisses from her family. She willed them to notice. Sometimes, it came over, to pick the child up and take it for a tea party. Crooning, murmuring sweet things, knowing she was powerless to reply.

2) The killer’s family always claim they didn’t know anything about the people imprisoned in the basement. It’s a smart tactic – sometimes, people even believe them. But they always believe the victim’s family. It’s very convenient.

3) “Have you noticed, in horror films, that it’s always what we try to forget coming back to hurt you? The house is on the site of a Native American slaughter, blood has been spilled in these halls, yada yada it has always happened before…always.” The ‘Fortune Teller’ advanced, knife glinting in the dim light. “Silly, that. It’s not the past that should scare people, it’s the future.” They grimaced. “I’m afraid there’s quite a lot of blood in yours.”

4) Now that she had joined their ranks, she could see now why the ghosts were cruel, malevolent things. It was a struggle not to let her death consume her, to not tear down every inch of the walls so maybe she could be free. She wouldn’t even ask for peace, freedom from this house would be enough. But first she had to save the next victim. Now if only they’d stop fighting her attempts to possess them – she was trying to help!

5) “I wanted to make them pretty,” the killer said. “They’re pretty now.”
The victims were skeletal, organs removed because the very act of being alive seemed to take up too much space in their body.

dynamitebear  asked:

I'm playing a smooth-talking rogue thief in my game so I started following this blog for inspiration. (Great content btw) But I find it hard to roleplay my suave and charismatic character when I'm not. Are there any posts or tags you have about being charismatic or something I can use to help play my character better? Thanks.

Oh, you’re not alone, a lot of people have that problem, high charisma is probably the hardest thing to pull off. But don’t worry, it’s definitely doable. :)

First of all, talk with your DM, explain the situation, and come to an agreement on how you’ll be handling social skills mechanically. Different systems/editions have different approaches, ranging from “it all comes down to a dice roll no matter what you do” to “it all depends on what you say and how”.

It may be tempting to go for the former extreme, but I don’t recommend it, because then you won’t have any incentive to roleplay at all. A middle ground would be preferable: you, the player, get to decide what your character says, and this will of course affect the outcome, but body language and tone of voice (which in many cases can make or break an argument) are determined by your character’s abilities. That way, you can focus on actual words, and not worry about “looking” and “sounding” suave. This means less stress for you, which is a big deal in my experience.

Then, you can think of a few introductions, perhaps write them down if you prefer. Like, how would you greet and introduce yourself to a guard, to a noble, to a shopkeeper, or to a mark? You don’t need to rehearse a whole script, just have a sentence ready to get started. It may sound a bit silly, but I’ve seen it work wonders. It’s a bit like Method acting, it helps you get into your character’s mind.

Third: prepare excuses. I think the hardest thing with smooth-talkers is making shit up on the spot, and pulling excuses out of your ass. But if you have a basic cover story ready in advance, it becomes much easier. And it makes sense in character: “Okay, we’ll sneak into the mayor’s house to steal this document, but what do we say if we get caught? We’re his new bodyguards! We’re the Queen’s Secret Police on a sensitive mission! Actually, we’re just a hallucination!” (Adjust silliness to taste, and let the charismatic Rogue do the talking.)

And last but not least: take it slow. You don’t need to be smooth ALL THE TIME, very few people are. If it comes out only once in a while, it’s still cool, and it will feel great, and the less you stress about it the easier it will become with time. So give it time. And if you ever feel bad about it, just think of all the Wizards who play with 20+ INT, basically superhuman intelligence, and still fail  spectacularly to solve all the problems they come across. :P

Oh, and if you want to play a charismatic rogue, smooth and suave isn’t the only way to do it. Charisma means force of personality, and this can be expressed in many ways. You can be playful and charming, but you can also be imposing, intimidating, project self-confidence or gravitas, all sorts of things. If the concept is “high charisma” in general, as opposed to smooth-talking and suave specifically, maybe you’ll be more comfortable with one of these approaches. (See also this post.)

And finally, @dynamitebear , I’d like to note that you’re already doing the best thing you could possibly do to learn how to smooth-talk: you’re ROLEPLAYING. :D

P.S. Our resident pro in smooth-talking is @wearebeguiler. Ask her if she’s got any tips, and I’ll reblog this to @weareadventurers in case anyone else has something to add. It’s a very good question. :)

People don’t actually think Marco’s parents would react badly to her coming out as trans do they?

They have been shown to be loving to the point of ridiculousness

Half the jokes about them are literally “They love each other too much and act silly”

Marco would have everything she wanted by sundown if she came out to them. New clothes, doctors appointments, forms filled out for name changes. They would go TOO fast and the feel good end of the ep lesson would be about letting people do things in their own time. Not “Your parents will have to learn to love you for being queer”

“Well they’re Hispanic so of course they’d react badly” You’re racist k bye.

I've finished it now presenting HAMILTOTS: A Child's Play

Mr. Washington: 31
Alex Hamilton: 5
Aaron Burr: 5
John Laurens: 5
Hercules Mulligan: 6
Lafayette: 5
Angelica Schuyler: 6
Eliza Schuyler: 4 ½
Peggy Schuyler: 2 ⅔
Sammy Seabury: 5
George King: 6
Rachel Faucette: 25

[The scene starts with minimal set with 3 tables and a teachers desk.
Two tables are SL and the other one is SR with the teacher’s desk
center stage. Mr. Washington walks in SR with Alex, they stop at
Washington’s desk. Lighting only on Washington and Alex.]
Mr. Washington: Ok Alex, you can sit next to Aaron Burr.
Alex: [Timidly] Okay [Washington pushes Alex to the first desk SL
Lights show that one boy is sitting reading a book]
Alex: [Walking cautiously over to the table] Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr?
Aaron: [Looks up from book] That depends who’s askin’
Alex: Oh! I’m Alex Hamilton, Mr. Washington told me to sit here.
Aaron: Okay [goes back to reading]
Alex: [gaining courage] Whatcha’ reading? Do you like to read? Does
Mr. Washington allow a reading period? What about-
Aaron: [Getting frustrated] Talk less
Alex: What?
Aaron: Smile more
Alex: [Confused] heh
Aaron: Don’t let people know what you are thinking. They’ll get
[annunciate] an-noy-ed [During this part, light up full stage]
John: Yo yo yo What time is it?
John, Hercules, and Lafayette: Snack time!

Keep reading

Home x Michael Clifford

Originally posted by tothemoonmikey

Michael had been wanting to get home for such a long time. But today, was the day. However, he wasn’t that excited anymore when he heard his girlfriend couldn’t be there to welcome him. And it made it even worse that the other boys their girlfriends would be at the airport. Michael would have nobody to kiss, besides from his parents, but still, that was different. He had missed [Y/N] so much, but he knew that she couldn’t get away from her desk, studying for her exams. He understood that she had to pass in order to make her dream come true. After all, that was what Michael did when he left her. To make his dream come true, to travel around the world with his four best friends, making music for their fans.
“Are you all right?” Ashton suddenly asked. Michael looked up, smiling and nodding.
“Yeah, sure.”
“[Y/N] felt really bad she couldn’t be in the airport.” Calum spoke up, giving Michael a hug.
“Uhu.” Michael said again, not in the mood to talk about it, and just letting Calum hug him. The airplane was about to touch down on Australian ground, so they all had to buckle up.
“She’ll come and visit you when she can.” Luke promised, like he knew his girlfriend better than Michael did himself. He just sighed and nodded, yet again, hoping they’d get the hint. Michael was planning on getting his luggage as quick as possible, find his parents, and get out of the airport, so he wouldn’t have to look how the other boys were reunited with their girlfriends.
But, unfortunately, the boys seemed to know of Michael’s plan and did everything to slow him down. They walked right in front of him, making it impossible for him to walk past them, tugged his arm, claiming they needed to say something, and Michael was annoyed. Very annoyed.
“Can’t you just let me go home?!” He eventually busted out. “I really just want to go home, and not have to see how you are all happily reunited with your girlfriends, okay? There, now you know what’s up!”
The three boys seemed a bit phased with Michael words. They looked at each other and sighed.
“What? What now?” Michael said frustrated.
“Just tell him.” Luke mumbled.
“Tell me what?”
“That [Y/N] is waiting for you out there, okay?” Calum sighed. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but you had to be so grumpy. Now it’s ruined. She’s going to kill us.”
But Michael didn’t hear them anymore. All he heard was that his girl was waiting out there for him. He grabbed his suitcase and just ran. He dodged so many people, and it was a rare sight to see Michael Clifford running. He just smiled and quickly waved at the fans, promising he’d come back later.
For now, he had to see her, hug her, kiss her.
Michael saw her before she saw him. He dropped his suitcase, and ran to her. Before [Y/N] could even turn around, Michael had scooped her up in his arms, spinning around.
“Michael!” She screeched, laughing at the silliness of her boyfriend. “Put me down!” She laughed. Michael obeyed, softly putting her down again, but not letting her go.
“I missed you.” He mumbled, while he snuggled his face against her neck. [Y/N] smiled, and hugged him back.
“I missed you too.” She said back, tearing up. “But, how –“
“We told him, I’m sorry.” Ashton said, pouting. “He was so grumpy.”
“It’s okay.” [Y/N] smiled, and then hiding against Michael’s chest again.
The two of them stood there for a while, not carrying about the screaming fans, the sweet words the boys exchanged with their girlfriends, or the comforting words from family. Not even the pushing words of the bodyguards, trying to get them out of there.
Eventually the two of them broke off their hug. Michael placed a simple kiss on her lips, not wanting to make a big scene in the middle of the airport. He then greeted his parents, apologizing for not saying something earlier, but they understood. Then he went back to the fans, taking some pictures, and talking a bit. [Y/N] looked at him, her arms crossed before her body. And once in a while, Michael looked back at her, smiling, or pulling a funny face, so he could see her laugh.
Eventually they had to leave, because it became too crowded. Michael ran back towards his parents, and his girlfriend. He took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers and smiling at her.
“Thank you for coming.” Michael said. “But, are you going to make it with –“
“It doesn’t matter.” She promised him. “I’ll be fine. And I didn’t want to miss you coming home. You really thought I wouldn’t be here?” She teased him.
“I really had no idea. Until they told me.” Michael confessed, smiling at her.
“I’d never miss you coming home.” She whispered, looking up at Michael. Michael couldn’t do anything but smile and squeezed her hand.
“I love you.” Michael blurted out, feeling like he had to say it.
“I love me too.” [Y/N] said cheekily, but then laughed and stood on her tiptoes. “I love you.” She whispered into Michael’s ear and then placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Awh, Mikey’s blushing.” Calum teased him, while clutching onto his girlfriend. Michael just rolled his eyes and pulled [Y/N] closer.
“Let’s go home, huh?” Michael said.
“I’m home already. With you.” She said back, not even hesitating.