cooking conversion

Petty opinion time:  for all the times the Night Court’s food is brought up, it is super boring white people food. If SJM had to completely appropriate ME culture for the Night Court, she could have at least had them eating ME food instead of boiled chicken and green beans.

Oral Show(Hoseok Smut)

So basically I continued the Taegi smut I did because it was fitting. And I was going to do more, but I don’t have enough oral one shots so why not. Enjoy!

“You’re all horrible. All of you are terrible just terrible.” You complained walking around your house. Your seven friends looked at you, as if you had just lost your mind with how you talked to them.

“Someone is a cranky pest.” Yoongi muttered, not standing to look at you or Hoseok knowing what he did now.

“Someone’s a big ass baby. Sugar baby.” You snapped back at him. Hoseok chuckled reaching out a hand to stroke at your skin, to the others it seemed like soft affection nothing else, you knew it was a warning.  You looked down at him, knowing better but still you shrugged away from his touch.

“Ever since you guys came to see her last week you’ve all bee moody.” Namjoon grumbled stealing a bag of chips from the top of your fridge plopping down on the table.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” You muttered sticking your head in the air, placing a pot on the stove so that you could cook for the group of boys that came over. Seokjin and Taehyung were playing games in the front room, leaving Jungkook and Jimin on their phones in your kitchen watching something. Namjoon, Hoseok and Suga were by you why you were cooking indulging in conversation well more or less Hoseok and Namjoon were watching you and Yoongi bicker.

“You never do.” He said dramatically. You glared at Yoongi slamming down the pot.

“Listen here you little piece of ungrateful-“

“UNGRATEFUL?! UNGRATEFUL?!” Yoongi yelled back at you causing others to stare at you. Seokjin and Taehyung pausing the game. Taehyung sighed moving to come into the kitchen as he watched you and Yoongi. So, what if you said that you loved Hoseok head more than theirs? It didn’t mean that you hated theirs. You did say that they were both good so that made him feel a bit happy of everything that was done. He was proud of himself, but Yoongi felt like it was a blow and he couldn’t understand what Hoseok did so great that he didn’t do. His ego was a little hurt, he knew he had skills but what could Hoseok possibly do that was better than him?

“Just wave it off.” Hoseok mumbled looking at you.

Of course, you didn’t listen to Hoseok’s warnings or even let them bother you too much. You just kept bickering with Yoongi and soon it was pulling the rest of the members in who tried to calm the both of you down so that there was some kind of peace between you both. Eventually your bad mood transferred onto the other members and the kitchen became chaotic. Hoseok just watched the scene unfold in front of him. How everyone seemed to be on edge with each other. He crossed his arms across his chest, his leg shaking slightly as he eyed you. Eventually you were throwing the pan down with their cooked food, walking off towards your room. Namjoon ruffled his reddened locks looking around the table.

“What did you do to her?” He asked Yoongi, he rolled his head as Yoongi squinted his eyes becoming defensive.

“I didn’t do anything.” He said softly, rolling his eyes. Hoseok looked around taking the scene in before he stood up slowly straightening out his clothes.

“Where are you going?” Seokjin asked softly as Hoseok gave a soft smirk.

“I’m going to go calm her down. You all want it to be peaceful, right? Just let me handle it.” Hoseok grinned cheekily as he walked down the hallway towards your room. Yoongi wasn’t as dense as Hoseok wanted him to be, his eyebrow lifted as Hoseok strolled towards your room. When the others settled back down into their different hobbies he elbowed Taehyung nodding towards your room. Taehyung looked around for Hoseok before he shook his head smirking he followed Yoongi’s lead towards your room.

“That was quite the performance.” Hoseok said softly leaning against your door frame. He watched you fold up your clothes and start to put your clothes into your dresser.

“Go away Hoseok.” You sighed softly, shutting your drawers.

“Are you telling me. To go away?” Hoseok asked with a scoff walking towards you who were caught off guard, you wanted to take it back but you didn’t. Looking up at him, your eyes traveled over his handsome face, his strong jaw structure and tan skin. Hoseok backed you up into the wall slamming his hands by either side of your head making you jump slightly.

“I’ve let you have your fun.” He admitted, his eyes searching your face. “I told you to wave it off and you didn’t.”

“Yeah but- “You tried to cut in but Hoseok just gave you a look, and you knew from that look that you would be better off just listening to him. Your lower regions were starting to throb, it was incredible what he did to you.

“I told you to wave it off. Let’s not forget that you let both Yoongi and Taehyung taste you. I thought I made it clear you were to ask me first if you let other people play with you? And you know better than to act like that when you are feeling needy y/n” Hoseok asked softly, pressing against you, your legs slide open instinctively and he chuckled.

“Okay but we aren’t dating.. So I didn’t think it would be such a crime to let them do what you do.” You whispered softly.

“You want them all to fuck you then?” Hoseok looked taken back sliding from his position to peer down at you. “You want all of them to do what I do? Climb on my face and fuck it. You want them to push you down in the mattress face down and fuck you from behind. You want all of them to take turns fucking you in the late hours while their roommate is fast asleep? Or what maybe you want Taehyung to let you ride his dick while Jimin is sleep? Do what I did and force you to look at Namjoon’s sleeping face that’s in our direction hoping that we get caught. That’s what you want? To be our little slut?” Hoseok asked you, he was teasing and testing you trying to provoke you and it was working. Of course, he was truly jealous he had been the one that got you, only he should be able to keep treating your body like that and not share.

“N-no. I even told them you were my favorite Hoseok don’t be like that.” You moved to grab at the hems of his shirt kissing on his jaw slightly. Hoseok was stoic, not moving as you kissed on him. Willing himself to not just pin you down and take you. “Please daddy. Don’t be mad at princess. You know I love riding your face the most.” You peppered kisses along his jaw and around his lips. Biting on his bottom one you sucked lightly watching as he eyed you.

“Do you want daddy’s tongue now you needy princess?” He asked after some time pulling back so that he could grab your hand and tug you towards the bed as you nodded. Hoseok cupped your cheeks leaning down to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss taking you slowly. His hands cupping your breast rubbing you through your bra before his hands trailed lower down your sides and around your back to grab at your plump ass cheeks. Hoseok pulled you to him, your hands pressed against his biceps as the kiss turned into anything but sweet, his mouth molding against yours, his tongue sliding inside of your mouth to suck on your pink muscle. One of his hands moved between your legs from behind, his fingers pressing against your pussy through your jeans. Your back arched, a soft moan leaving your lips and he sucked it up enjoying how your body crumpled to his touches. Hoseok pulled back looking down at you with hooded eyes.

“You know you should stop playing around and taste her for us.” Yoongi said barging through the open door. Your whole body froze up, letting out a curse you tried to move from Hoseok. He didn’t care too much, his ears tinted red, but he kept you in place rubbing harder against your clit as he watched them.

“Why?” Hoseok asked letting his fingers slow down their ministrations. “You needy Yoongi?” He teased earning a whine from you as you struggled in his hold, battling between rutting your hips against his hand and pulling back.

“Well she says you have the best tongue. I want to see why. You can’t be greedy and keep her to yourself Hoseok unless you are going to date her.” Yoongi reasoned Taehyung didn’t say much but he nodded in agreement siding with Yoongi. Hoseok looked at them for a long time, a multitude of mixed emotions battling him before he nodded.

“While I usually would argue with this. It was a bit rude for y/n to say such things as you made her cum twice. I do think that I should punish her in some sort but since I can’t do that with a house full of guys this will have to do.” Hoseok let his fingers stop moving the wet spot between your legs was embarrassing. Hoseok backed up sitting on your bed beckoning the other two inside of the room. Yoongi leaned against the wall while Taehyung slid to the floor. Yoongi reached out his hand to shut the door but Hoseok shook his head. “Keep it open, if they hear her then it’s her fault and she gets to explain to everyone what we have been doing to her.” Hoseok smirked at you, and you could feel anger boiling.

“I’m not-“

“You’re not?” Hoseok asked cutting you off. He looked at you, waiting for you to finish what you were saying. “Be careful y/n.” He warned. The last time you ever told Hoseok no against his wishes, he went months without touching you, causing you to beg him to forgive you and to touch you again.

Sighing you gripped at your jeans undoing the button on them, stepping out of them and your panties you threw them to the side almost acting like a bratty child. Hoseok was amused but he wasn’t the only one, his eyes glued to your body, watching as you walked towards him. Yoongi couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty, your plump ass cheeks, looking down below just imagining how you tasted. He felt his cock twitching and one look at Taehyung confirmed that he was thinking the same thing.

Hoseok laid backwards on the bed, pulling you on to his body, and pushing you up until you were straddling his neck. Hoseok breathed softly against your lips, his tongue coming out to slightly lick against your pussy lips. Your breath hitched as you watched him from below, your body was burning but you were so turned on you didn’t give a damn if Yoongi and Tae watched. They could join and you would still be fine with it. Hoseok let his tongue wiggle lightly against your clit teasing you as he tapped the tip of his tongue against your swollen bud. He hummed softly, using two fingers to open you up, letting his tongue slide up and down your pink slit, sucking on it licking on your insides. Your head rolled backwards, you bit on your bottom lip trying to not moan out loud for the sake of everyone in the room. Hoseok let his tongue move to press against your entrance playfully sliding only the tip of his tongue in and out teasing you.

Yoongi watching this didn’t understand how something so simple could make you love it. But after watching how Hoseok teased you as if he was going to push it in, he realized that was what you wanted. To be teased and push to the point of neediness. Your hands gripped harshly onto Hoseok’s silk locks. Your hips were still but your rigid body showed that you were becoming needy, on the brink of cumming just by him giving a few thrusts and suck to your clit. Taehyung sat there watching with his mouth open, hands pressing against his member that was trying to get hard from seeing you almost sob in a whisper and beg Hoseok to taste you.

Hoseok slide his tongue in slowly, moving his hands to rest on your hips. Hoseok pushed you down flush against his face causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips. He picked up his pace quickly slurping and sucking on your insides, fast and relentless tongue flicking motions that caused him to press against your g-spot. He went from teasing you to showing no mercy, moving your hips against his face as he ate you out. You pulled tighter onto his locks, rolling your hips and pressing his head even closer into your pussy. Hoseok moaned softly nuzzling his face against your pussy the juices sliding out onto his chin and down his neck but he didn’t care. Not once did he stop, his head staying attached to your pussy. One of his arms moved back, pressing against your clit, tapping it and pinching on the pink nub. He felt you tense up around his tongue, he could see how your stomach tightened up how your face was contorting in pleasure with your lust blown eyes. He loved it all, your rigid thighs tightening around his head. The sounds of your wet pussy being sucked echoed through the room.

You took one look at Yoongi and Taehyung, remembering that day they both ate you out, the look in their eyes and how good their tongues felt as well. Your body was on fire, pussy tingling from your spot being pressed against so much. Looking back down at Hoseok you tried to ask him without saying anything, seeing a harsh jerk of his head up and down your hands pressed against your headboard. Hoseok let your hips go moving his tongue curling it in all the right places as you rode his face completely taking over him and he submitted to you. Not pushing you to move faster or slower then you wanted. And that’s what truly got you off with Hoseok, he aimed to please you and let you be in control just like he was. In no time, you were circling your hips on his face moving as fast as you could until your cum was sliding out onto his lips and tongue. He was greedy in cleaning up your cum, sucking harder on you as if he was trying to get you to become dry. Hoseok let you ride out your orgasm on his wet face until you were satisfied and pulling away with your own wants. You slid down to kiss his lips licking everything off. Sitting up after a bit of time you stare at all of them, Hoseok smirking as he planted a kiss on your lips.

“Are you going to tell them the truth?” He asked ruffling your hair and you shook your head jutting out your lips. “Well then I will.” Hoseok looked at Yoongi and Taehyung smirking. “While she does love my head, she told me what happened between you two before you even told me. She only said she loved mine better than yours because she didn’t know how to tell you it was a tie. But she loved things you did at different times. Yoongi she loves that you are rough with her. Taehyung, she loves that you tease her like I do. But if you never let her get in charge she will never let you be a favorite and I learned that the hard way.” Hoseok sighed playfully causing you to slap his arms.

“Well any day you want to ride my face like that just come find me princess I’ll let you play with my dick while you’re at it.” Yoongi smirked at your tinting cheeks. Taehyung on the other hand got up and waddled into your bathroom shutting the door. The rustling of his pants made you even more flustered. You found yourself getting up but Hoseok pulled you back down growling.

“You’re still in trouble. Don’t even think about it.”

Squee!  Thank you!  ^___^  Ah, yes!  Good.  I needed the happy after all that angst!  (Reference to this post)  I’m sorry this took so long.  I did the first two ages ago and then just… forgot what words were, I guess.  XD

Optimus:  Since he’s so large, he has a hard time with the actual construction of the pillow fort.  However, he makes for a great support structure.  He’ll gladly let you secure a blanket tent around his legs so you can have the biggest pillow fort ever!  You stuff the inside of the tent with dozens of cushions and curl up against his foot as you pop in a dvd to watch.  Optimus doesn’t mind sitting still while you enjoy your cozy fort, provided there’s no Decepticon activity that day that is.

Ratchet:  He’s a bit perturbed when he sees you stacking pillows against the wall of his medbay at first.  (Why are humans so weird?)  When you explain the concept of pillow forts to him, he scoffs.  “You call that a fort?  Give me those cushions!  I’ll show you what a real fort looks like!”  He spends nearly an hour building a veritable fortress for you out of couch cushions. He’s so in the zone, that he won’t even let you help, despite the fact that it was your idea in the first place (you’d just mess up his masterpiece.)  The end result makes it all worth it however, as you now have the greatest pillow fort ever constructed.  Be sure to take lots of pictures and tell Ratchet how awesome he is.  He’ll appreciate it.

Bumblebee:  Next to cowboy movies, pillow forts are his favorite thing for you two to do together. He’ll help you gather up all the cushions and blankets around the base and build a massive fort for you two to watch movies in.  He likes to try and stack the pillows as high as they will go, which often leads to the whole thing toppling over and having to start again.  You don’t mind though, as the little giggle-ly buzzing noises he makes when it happens are utterly adorable.  Once your fort has been successfully completed, the two of you curl up for a marathon of your favorite movies.  Anyone passing by can hear soft whispers, giggles, and happy bleeps coming from inside the mass of blankets.

Arcee:  It’s not something that she’d come up with herself, but she’s happy to help you build the perfect pillow fort, mostly because it’s a good way to spend some quality time with you.  She looks on in interest as you stack the cushions on top of each other, occasionally holding the pillows in place so they don’t fall over.  Arcee also has a real knack for figuring out where to secure the blankets so you guys can have a totally rad, boho, indoor tent to hang out in.  The different colored blankets give the inside a soft, comforting glow.  Arcee suggests adding faerie lights or some sort of star projector to complete the scene.  The result is probably the most beautiful pillow fort you’ve ever seen; you totally need to blog that later because holy scrap!  Aesthetic!!!  But for now, you’re content to doze against her frame as the soft twinkling lights glimmer overhead.

Bulkhead:  He’s always happy to spend time with you, no matter what the activity is.  He chuckles as he attempts to stack a large pile of pillows on top of each other.  “Heh.  I’m used to knocking things over, not trying to build ‘em.”  If you wanted to, he’d let you use the back of his alt mode to build your fort.  The smaller area makes it easier to keep all the cushions in place, plus it’s way more cozy.  You build a nest out of blankets and curl up like a happy burrito.  You can’t be sure, but you’re pretty sure you hear Bulkhead softly chuckle something about seekers.  Once your nest is complete, he turns on his heaters to just the right temperature and plays your favorite music station for you.  If you end up falling asleep, Bulkhead will stay in alt mode with you until you wake up.

Wheeljack:  He’s sees you trying to put together a pillow fort one day and is instantly intrigued.  He offers to let you use the Jackhammer as your base of operations, to which you eagerly agree.  Wheeljack watches you work in quiet amusement, always lifting a hand when needed, or bringing you more raw materials.  After a while the gears in his mind start whirling and he turns to you with a sly grin.  “You know what would make this even cooler?”  Ratchet is jolted out of a much needed stasis nap by the sound of music blasting from somewhere outside.  He angrily marches over to the Jackhammer to find you and Wheeljack huddled in what looks like an armored pillow fort, complete with a massive-sized big screen tv and super sonic subwoofers blasting the climax of your favorite action flick.  Ratchet slowly closes the door behind him and walks away, having resigned himself to his fate a long time ago.

Smokescreen:  He’s all about competition, so more often than not it turns into a contest of who can build the best fort.  Both of you like to play dirty when it comes to wining, whether it be one of you stealing the other’s cushions, friendly trash talk, or even the occasional pillow fight.  It’s like watching one of those competitive reality tv shows, but way more fun.  You two have even managed to rope some of the other autobots into being judges on occasion.  Most of them take it seriously, but then you have Wheelkjack (who watches a lot of those competitive tv programs) who will take advantage of his nonexistent power.  “Alright!  Challenge mode!  Y/n has to complete theirs blindfolded and Smokescreen has to only use his altmode!”

Ultra Magnus:  As longs as you’re not in the way or making a mess, he doesn’t mind you building the occasional pillow fort around the base.  (Though, he would prefer you not build one in the main hangar in case agent Fowler or somebody else dropped by.)  If you asked him sweetly enough, there’s a good chance that he’ll give you some great pointers on building the perfect fort.  He won’t actually build one with you, but he might be willing to hold a blanket or two in place for you as you work.  If you’re interested, he’d love to tell you about some of the buildings he’s seen on Cybertron, and how even their shortest structures are four times higher than your planet’s tallest building.  Mags enjoys these rare moments of downtime.  It’s nice to find someone who actually likes spending time with him for a change.

Baby On The Way

Prompt ~ #97 “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

Extra ~ Jason Todd x Reader

Perhaps you and Jason should have been more careful that night. You and Jason weren’t planning for it, but you both were happy nonetheless. The question soon popped out of no where.

Who’s going to tell Bruce?

This wouldn’t have been hard if Bruce hadn’t seen you like his daughter. When he found out you were dating Jason he almost killed him. Now imagine what he would do to him if he found out you were pregnant and Jason was the father. You also weren’t sure how the boys would react, Dick would be happy for certain. But Jason, Damian, and Tim’s reactions were unpredictable. Alfred would be delighted no doubt, he was always nagging for Bruce to have children but sadly only ended up with Damian to his sorry extent, then he moved on to pestering the boys to have a child and it seemed that his wish had been granted.

You were scared out of your wits and so was Jason, it had seemed luck was not on your side when you were invited on Friday to have dinner at the manor.  You did not have enough time to mentally prepare yourself for the moment, this explains why you were currently hyperventilating on the drive there.

“Hey don’t worry, the worst that could happen is that he’ll kill me.” Jason reached over and held your hand rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand trying to comfort you.

“Worry? You were the one who was sweating buckets when I brought up the question.” You retaliated as the car drove by the open gates.

“He probably will obliterate you on the spot.” Jason pulled the keys out of the ignition, unlocking the doors.

“Now that’s what worries me a bit.” He opened the car door for you, linking his arms with yours, you both made your way to the front door. He raised his left hand and knocked on the wooden door.

The door swung open revealing Alfred, “Master Jason and Miss (Y/N) how delightful that you were able to join us for dinner.” You both walked in, a smile making it’s way on your face.

“It’s great to see you Alfred.” You pulled away from Jason and hugged Alfred.

“It has been some time hasn’t it?” He smiled as he closed the door behind you and walked you both to the dinning room.

The dinning room was set up beautifully, every one sitting in there designated seats, two of them empty awaiting for you and Jason. You quickly greeted your father with a hug, Bruce chuckled at how hard you squeezed him.

“A family dinner was due hm?” He chuckled as you both pulled away.

“I’m guessing it was Dick’s idea?” You laughed as Dick walked up to you and hugged you.

“Of course it was my idea.” Dick sat down on his seat once more, while you greeted and hugged Damian and Tim. Jason greeted them with words along, ‘I thought i had seen the last of you’ and some minor bickering with Damian. The dinner was delicious, since Alfred cooked it himself. The conversation flowed easily with some banter in between. It felt good to be reunited with your family it had been some time, you all had busy schedules it was really sensational that you were able to meet up with them. But you knew it couldn’t last forever, for you had news to tell and the opportunity could not be passed.

“Guys me and Jason have some news.” You gained there attention, tentative eyes on you. You felt Jason’s hand slip into yours under the table giving your hand a small squeeze.

“What you didn’t get her pregnant did you?” Tim joked, only to be met with silence from the both of you.

“Oh God you really-”

“You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?” Bruce cut off Tim abruptly.

“Well i was thinking man that was some-” You covered Jason’s hand with your mouth, and mouthed the word ‘run’ to him. He quickly stood up from his chair and got up running away from Bruce.

“Were not done here young lady!” Bruce pointed an accusing finger at you and ran off after Jason.

“This is amazing!” Dick got up and hugged you once again, this time tighter as he jumped up and down in excitement.

“I find this great news, I will teach your newborn everything i know.” Damian proclaimed with a devious grin.

“There is no way we are letting demon spawn corrupt a baby that isn’t even born yet!” Tim retaliated quickly.

“I’m so proud of you Miss (Y/N) we are finally going to have a baby in this household.” Alfred popped up, probably eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Am I the only one worried about Bruce and Jason right now?”


(5/?) Black tea is the best therapy ~

Spoiler alert: the lunch has burnt down and Anna was welcome home by a melodious fire alarm  

ID #55368

Name: Benjamin
Age: 23
Country: U.S. 

Well, I’m just an arrogant fool who likes unusual conversations. I have a lot of different interests, including history, sculpture, calligraphy, cooking, wine, poetry, philosophy, etymology, and unique sports and games. 

Preferences: 18+ preferred, but if you have something interesting to say feel free.

h.js ❥ no, no, it's my treat

joshua x reader; 100wtsily

gif; mine

word count; 679

synopsis; you go on a date with joshua and he insists on paying. based on prompt 3, “no, no, it’s my treat”

✎ can u hear me sobbing bc this was so soft it hurt me

Swallowing anxiously, you stepped into the restaurant, its cozy atmosphere immediately washing over you and calming your nerves. You looked around, wondering where Joshua was. He had asked you on a date the other day, his face flushed and eyes wide, mouth left gaping as you responded with a quiet yes. You were both busy—irritatingly so—and had agreed to meet up for dinner after you both got off of work.

A waving hand caught your eye and, sure enough, Joshua was smiling timidly and waving you over to his table. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you ambled toward him and sat down.

“Did you wait long?” you asked, concern coating your words. You really didn’t want to mess up this date.

Joshua smiled more brightly, his initial shyness dying down at your attempt to spark conversation. “No, not at all. I had just sat down when you came in,” he explained. A gladdened smile reached your lips as you shifted your attention from him to the menu. You glanced over the options and picked out a meal, purposefully choosing something that wouldn’t be messy. Joshua chose something with similar precautions in mind.

The waiter came shortly and took your orders, returning quickly with your drinks and then swiftly zooming off to another couple across the aisle. You two talked for a while, the food being oddly slow to cook. Your conversation started off trivial—you spoke of work, neighbors; nothing of large importance was mentioned. You got to know each other—you learned each other’s favorite foods, a few weird high school stories, odd habits and quirks. Throughout the night you found yourself focusing less on his words and more on the fluttering of his lashes, the rosy dust on his cheeks when he caught you staring, the curve of his plump lips as he grinned at you for the millionth time that evening. You adored the way his hair fell over his forehead and how his nose scrunched up when you made him laugh. The shape of his eyes and the softness of his gaze lured you in and captured your attention so deeply that you nearly forgot to eat.

Somewhere along the way, you were able to see that Joshua was noticing the same beautiful things about you.

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Venus in Gemini: Two Princes

If you want to know what it’s like to be loved by a gemini venus, listen to the song “two princes” by the spin doctors. The energy and lyrics of the song capture the venus in gemini vibe perfectly- sweet, playful, but potentially devoted and deep in love.

If you want to call me baby
Just go ahead, now
And if you like to tell me maybe
Just go ahead, now
And if you wanna buy me flowers
Just go ahead, now
And if you like to talk for hours
Just go ahead, now

Gemini venus is pretty shameless when it comes to love. They keep their heart on their lips and will say anything to get you. At the same time, they can be completely sincere. It is an irresistible, potentially lethal combination.

I mean, would you be able to turn down the guy singing “two princes”?

Nope. Don’t lie. 

But here’s the catch: venus in gemini has a reputation for dishonesty and infidelity. 

Like venus in scorpio, if gemini venus doesn’t feel like you’re The One, they will lie and cheat without any qualms. Unlike venus in scorpio, they probably won’t care too much if you cheat on them too. They are the type to get in a relationship just to avoid boredom. The minute you start to bore them, it’s over, whether you realize it or not. They won’t dump you, though. It’s not because they’re scared (though, as a mutable sign, they like to avoid confrontation) but because you don’t even rate the effort. 

Yeah, gemini venus is the most likely to pull the fuckboy move of getting you to dump them. They’ll start by ignoring you and brushing you off. If that doesn’t cut it, they’ll blatantly flirt with other people in front of you. If that doesn’t work, they’ll let you catch them cheating. Make no mistake- if you catch a gemini cheating, it’s because they wanted you to. 

Regardless, chances are, you’ll be the one to break up with them, which leaves them free of blame and able to start another relationship right away.

Gemini is the sign of duality, and in love, it embodies one of two archetypes: the trickster, or the lovers. 

(Historically, the symbol of Gemini was not twins, but a pair of lovers.)

If you’re not The One, Gemini will play you and not give a single fuck. They can’t feel sorry even if they wanted to.

If you are The One, Gemini will approach the relationship with all the innocence, sincerity, and devotion of a young lover. They will say anything to get and keep you. 

In this context, Gemini venus combines the fire, passion, and single-mindedness of Aries with the depth and commitment of Scorpio. Gemini will shower you with gifts and put you on a pedestal like Leo and make long-term plans like a Capricorn. 

(Each sign carries the energies of the signs that form sextiles and inconjunctions to it. Every sign is unique, but its traits can be created by combining other signs- just like green it its own color, but can be created by mixing red and blue. If you have planets in capricorn, leo, scorpio, and (not or) aries, you may relate strongly to Gemini, even if you have no placements in that sign. Long tangent, but important info!)

As an air sign, Geminis like to be a little unconventional in love. Notice in “two princes” the singer says “if you want to buy me flowers, just go ahead now.” Traditionally, in a hetero courtship, the man buys the woman flowers. Venus in Gemini likes to switch roles and switch back every now and then.

Venus in gemini men may like it if you buy them scarves, flowers, and other “feminine” gifts. He may like to surprise you by cooking and cleaning. Conversely, venus in gemini women may take on traditionally “masculine” tasks like fixing the shower, etc, for her man. Even in same-sex relationships, the venus in gemini person will change roles and perform a variety of tasks for their partner, and expect the same from they. It’s all about variety. This placement also makes it likely for someone to be bisexual and down for anything, especially a threesome. 

Gemini venus men tend to be in touch with their feminine side, and the woman may be comfortable with masculine roles. This is a great placement for the type of self-confidence that allows a person to change into anything, and still retain their sense of self. 

Personally, I used to side-eye venus in gemini a lot, because of their reputation for deception and ruthless actions in love. I listened to that spin doctors song on repeat, couldn’t shake the feeling that it represented venus in gemini perfectly, and had a huge epiphany.

Now, I think this is one of the best venus placements for finding true love because, like scorpio, it allows for soul-level depth, like capricorn, it prevents you from settling for less than what you deserve, like aries, it allows you to pursue your lover fearlessly, and like leo, it endows you with great confidence and generosity. 

I know venus is exalted in pisces, and I understand why, but I feel like venus in gemini should be tied for that position. After all, what better sign for venus to be in, than the sign that is literally symbolized by a pair of lovers?


Because @artsyfalafel and I had a conversation, and this came out of it. 

“-and the daguino was COMPLETELY overcooked!” the old man at the table next to them spat, his saliva literally landing on the alien servers face. “I DEMAND a refund!”

The server nodded hastily, eyes wide, and rushed off to the kitchen area, leaving the man to grumble to his wife about using the restroom.

Lance popped up from his seat with a bright smile on his face, dropping his napkin next to Keith and clapping his hands together. “Be right back, guys. Gotta use the little paladin’s room.”

“Just go to the bathroom, Lance,” Shiro muttered, not even looking up from his menu.

Lance shot the table a set of finger guns and darted out of sight, towards the back of the restaurant that Coran had told the paladins about. “Anyone else think that old guy was being totally unreasonable?” Keith grumbled, glancing at the table next to them and wrinkling his nose.

Pidge grinned and glanced down at her menu, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh yeah. Total asshat.”

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Remus Lupin Meeting Your Muggle Parents For The First Time

Requested by @amandasinedahl
In which Remus Lupin meets your parents for the first time. Sorry for the wait hun!

The small town of Rotherham, England, sat a rather dainty house; it’s garden perfectly trimmed, flowers healthy, fence coated with a fresh colour and it laid in the middle of a rather quite neighbourhood. Your parents had lived quite ordinary lives, your mother a primary school teacher and your father a local doctor, together they raised a bright and bubbly child, who had a seemingly normal childhood. Until she had magically levitated the house cat out of the tree. Since then, your patents had learned you were in fact a witch who now currently attends Hogwarts, a magnificent school for witchcraft and wizardry.

Your parents never really understood magic, no matter how much you tried to explain the them- they couldn’t really comprehend it. They weren’t used to the oddity and lifestyle of it, it just defied all their beliefs and they rarely spoke about your lie at Hogwarts.

That was something Remus Lupin knew well for a fact.

Yet, he asked if he could meet your parents after a full year and a half of dating. You however were simply worried for your parents reaction. Of course you weren’t ashamed, Remus was a complete gentleman and you were sure your parents would adore him as much as you did, but you weren’t ready for all the questions. You hadn’t told your parents that Remus was a werewolf, they probably didn’t think they were real in all honesty. You also hadn’t told your parents of what you wanted to do when you were older, you hadn’t told them about the war brewing up either.

It was safe to say; you went entirely truthful with your parents.

Alas, it was too late to cancel it now, you were all dressed up and ready for Remus’ arrival, wearing a simple yet graceful red dress and a necklace Remus had bought you for your 1 year anniversary.

You were preparing your dining table when the sharp crack sound of magical apparation startled your parents and a gentle knock echoed through the front room. Your mother squeeled in delight as she opened the door, welcoming and ushering Remus into the warm of your home.

“Good evening, I’m Remus,” He smiled warmly to you your mum, “Very pleased to finally meet you.”

You couldn’t help but smile broadly at your boyfriend, he looked like such a gentleman dressed in a patched tweed blazer, shirt and slacks. You could recognise his own stitches in the jacket, adding a unique personal touch. Snapping out if it, you greeted Remus with a hug and a peck to his cheek and lead him into the living room where he met your dad. Remus greeted your father with a firm handshake, extending his hand, the watch you bought him for your anniversary delicately placed upon his wrist.

Sitting down on the sofas, the conversations quickly started up. You watched as Remus conversed with your family, not once did he mention magic nor did he look out of place or uncomfortable, politely answering any questions as you sat next to him, pitching in whenever you could.

You were all sat around the dinner table, enjoying your mother’s magnificent cooking, light conversation still present. “This cooking is absolutely wonderful.” Remus praised you mum, who was currently blushing a deep red from the younger male’s approval. “Oh stop dear, this is just a normal family meal.” She replied modestly, her face beaming with pride.

“So Remus, what do you want to do when you’re older?” Your father curiously asked after a chatter about your parents’ professions.
You nearly spat out your steak as you knew that Remus was planning to join the Order and become an Auror- a dangerous profession in a seemingly “peaceful” world (as far as your parents knew).

Remus wasn’t prepared for the sudden question but he kept a calm front as he swallowed his bite and honeslty replied; “I want to become a Professor.”

Cautiously you looked up from your plate and glanced up at your dad to see what his next words were. “As in a teaching Professor? At Hogwarts?” Your dad carefully asks, not sounding too sure about his own question. 

Remus nodded in agreement, “I always enjoyed learning magic, I loved learning new things in general. I remember when I first met your daughter,” he paused, looking up at you with a nostalgic smile, “she didn’t know a thing about magic, and the look on her face every lesson when she learn something new was something I’d never forget. It reminds me that to some people, magic wasn’t an everyday normal thing.” Remus explained, the room going silent, “I think that passing on such knowledge to someone whose probably never known about magic before is such a blessing. I’d feel incredibly proud to teach someone something they’d may never have comprehended before.” He finished off, staring lovingly into your gaze.

Your mother let a soft coo and the quiet atmosphere broke into light chuckles. Soon enough everyone was laughing and joking about old times. Your parents told stories about when you were a child and the cookie jar on the top shelf would suddenly appear on the coffee tables. Even Remus performed a little magic for your parents and levitated all he empty plates and cutlery into the kitchen sink, startling your mother as her eyes bugged out of her sockets. All of their minds were off of any negativity until it was late, and time for Remus and you to leave.

You all crowded around the door, kissing and hugging goodbyes. You were almsot successfully out of the door when your mother grabbed onto both of your sleeves.

“You listen to me,” she sternly spoke to you, “Remus is an absolutely grand young man and don’t you even think about letting him go, you’ve found the one.” She coyly smiled at you.

“Don’t you worry mum, I wouldn’t dream of ever letting him go.” You fondly relied, intertwining your hand wit Remus’.

“And you,” she turned to look at Remus with an expression so like her daughters; Remus couldn’t help but stand straighter. “No matter where you are, who you’re with, promise me you’ll protect my daughter no matter what. She may not tell me the whole truth but I know that no all is as peaceful as she makes it out to be.“ At this she turned to look at you, your cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. Her stern eyes turned o Remus’ once more.“Tell me you’ll protect her.”

“I would die for her.” Remus promised.

All traces of firmness gone, replaced with loving, “Good man.” Your mother cupped his cheek affectionately before letting you both go.

Halway down the street, Remus grinned crookedly down at you, “Good man eh?” He chuckled.

“That Remus Lupin, you are.”

anonymous asked:

S and M yandere headcanons?

“I’m the yandere asker. Basically what I’m asking for if for you to describe the boys as yanderes (are they possessive, obsessive, clingy, manipulative, etc.), how did they first “fall” for their lover, and what are they doing to keep their Lovers. A good example would be yandere headcanons from Maridiaraba or Dialalagirl tumblr. Hopefully this makes my ask clear now!“

[MTK: Yandere…! \(♥ ∇ ♥)/ It’s a veeeeery long post, but I hope it’s ok.

If you want more headcanon-like details or whatever about yandere, just ask! I We’d be more than glad to answer~!

ATTENTION: Be careful, since it portrays them as yandere, it may mention abuse, blood, death and similiar morbid themes; if you can’t take it, don’t read!]


He noticed you during a lesson in the music classroom, while you were arguing with some classmates about classical music; at first he couldn’t stand your loud voice, obviously, but his interest in you awakened as he listened to your passionate and quite clever speech.

He’d be within your surroundings all the time, apparently asleep; you might think it’s always a coincidence, but, actually, he even makes the effort to move in order to follow you wherever you go, silently and secretly observing you. Isn’t that stalking

When you try and talk to him, he’d always look disinterested and would either reply with a few words or not reply at all; although he’d like to tease you very often and he’d be quite responsive whenever you’re in danger or facing troubles…

… but sometimes you may not notice it, because you wouldn’t think it’s trouble in your opinion; remember the guy you were cheerfully talking to some days before? Well, he disappeared…
Do you think Shuu might be involved? Nah, he’s too lazy, or so you thought…

until he killed a man who was harassing you right in front of your eyes.

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Who to Chose? (Part 2)

Lance sat desolately upon the floor of the cell, back pressed against the hard metal wall. The wall helped ground him, the cold metal forcing him to recognise this was real. That this wasn’t a nightmare. He rubbed his wrist absently, the chains long gone, as he tried to devise a plan to escape. With little to no clue on the ships layout he supposed that if he did make it out of this room, he’d be at a loss for where to go. To top that off he didn’t know where Keith was on the ship. 

He had made the correct choice, it was obvious that he had the least value to the team and Keith couldn’t let is entire team die. Yet… he still felt so betrayed. He had asked for this to happen. He knew Keith would be in a similar situation. He could see the pain in Keith’s eyes as he whispered out his choice to Lotor. Still, it hurt. As unreasonable as it was for him to feel that way actually hearing the choice hurt.      

The door creaked open, interrupting his thoughts. 
“Ready to play, Paladin?” 


Pain. Pain was all he could feel. It burned through his veins, it clawed through his airways and it pounded against his skin. He had long since lost his voice when scream after scream became too much for his body too handle. He was pale and clammy, dried blood tugging against his skin each time he moved. His hair felt as though it was glued to his scalp yet he kept his eyes screwed shut, afraid. Waiting for the next wave of pain. 

Keith was a wreck but he wasn’t going to sell out his team or the Lions. 


Lance inhaled sharply. 
Noise, sheer, mumbled, frighteningly loud noise assaulted his ears and as the blindfold was taken off of him he was faced with stand of people looking down at the ferocious battle below them. The ferocious battle in front of him. His heart slammed against his chest as his anxiety rose, he was at an arena. 
“Ready to play a game of life or death? A battle until one meets their end? Because I am excited to watch you fight Paladin.” Lotor said, voice cool with no small hint of malice. Lance shuddered, looking down at his hands that were chained together once again. 
“Do I at least get full mobility? I mean if you really wanna watch me fight wouldn’t it be more interesting if I can move my hands more than an inch away from one another?” He answered, rattling his chains loudly. He got no answer, Lotor strutting out of the room.
“Fine then…”

Anger and despair coursed through him as realised that this fight was one he may very well lose. At a disadvantage as he was restrained he also wasn’t sure if he could take another life. This wasn’t like Voltron battling the Galra or fighting a Robeast, that was war whilst this was entirely different. This was fighting, maiming, killing, for others entertainment. His breathing shaky as he gazed out at the current fight once again, only to see a body lying on the ground and a pool of blood. 

He was shoved into the arena and the crowd roared. 

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