cuss off

anonymous asked:

The new heroes and Alex lololol that was great. I just saw dunkirk again and I could honestly write a dissertation on Alex, I have so many thoughts and feelings about him, and I don't know how much of it was the way he was written or what harry brought to the performance, probably both, but he definitely drew me in and I think it's because he was such a perfect counterpoint to Fionn. I was really hoping harry would play a character like this and he nailed it

SPOILER ALERT! Keeping it to a minimum!

I know, he’s quite complex isn’t he? Harry said Alex is hardened, which he proves perfectly well by cussing and smacking things off and being all burly, kind of. But this is also where Alex’s vulnerability cracks through the mask, the way he acts tougher than shit cos this is war and the situation is pressed, and they have to get rid of ballast so he takes on the leader role. You can feel it when watching the scene that you’re not buying it completely. “For fuck’s sake!” And also when he flips out cos he’s threatened by/scared of a certain someone, it gets quite interesting. Obviously he’s just as scared like the rest of them, but has his own way of showing it, by puffing his chest up so nothing gets to him.

I think this is what Nolan was talking about, of Harry’s subtle and truthful acting that he was afraid people would miss.

Later, while on the train, Alex shows remorse, not relief, for having survived. You’d think a dick like Alex would’ve been happy he got away and not give a fuck about Gibson or whatever happened back there. But he did, proving just how humane this character is, one you can easily become as well when put in the same situation. There’s no way of knowing.

anonymous asked:

hello!! requesting sleepy!james because the world needs more cute sleepy boys c:

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Lily has been staring at him for the past 3 hours. Not in a creepy way, of course… but it’s kind of hard not to. 

He yawns, shuffles around in his seat to get comfortable and then stares at his book for about thirty seconds before his eyes start to flutter open and shut for a few minutes. Then his head suddenly drops, so quickly that the shock of it wakes him back up. Then he does the whole thing all over again.

He’s seriously been doing this for the past three hours and Lily is really starting to worry because he must have whiplash by now. Seriously.

And he is definitely running out of swear words, because each time he catches himself falling asleep he cusses. What starts off as the generic everyday eff this and eff that quickly turns into ‘blonking jaffa-cake bleeding bacon’ and it’s shocking how, in the tired state he is clearly in, he’s not running out of words to turn into said swear-words.

Also she’s been staring at him for the past three hours doing literally nothing. She has to do something.

“Would you like a coffee?” 

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psa

Bring a fucking tote bag or something when you go shopping.

Who the fuck goes out knowing they are going to buy things and DOESNT bring a bag.

are yall savages?

think about the environment dummies.

This woman ordered a pasta (we are the street of wings kinda pizza place) and asked for extra sauce. I asked her, very clearly “on the pasta?” Because it comes with breadsticks. She said yes. When she gets here she pays and looks in the box and then asks where the sauce is. I ask “for the bread sticks?” And she says yes. Because it was a misunderstanding I go get her some marinara. We usually have to charge 55 cents for it. I was giving it to her for free. She then demanded another, which I told her she’d have to pay for it. She threw a FIT. Demanded to speak to the manager because “I ALWAYS GET A MARINARA WITH MY PASTA AND BREADSTICKS AND THEN I PAY FOR ANOTHER ONE” I get him and she’s yelling at him. He’s younger than me, but has a child (who btw is in the party room with his girlfriend) she demands to speak to an adult and he calmly replies “you are, how can I help you?” She cusses at us and then leaves claiming that this was BS.

Because we have to, B (the manager) calls BI (the OWNER. We’re a privately owned restaurant) and explains what happened and what she’d like him to do. All is good.
THEN the lady comes back in, wanting a refund. The place is empty due to it not being a busy day and she says
“this is why you have no customers. I’ve already been to BI’s house” and immediately everyone is like ‘oh no…’ We give her her refund and then BI calls. First words out of BIs mouth? “That bitch came to my HOUSE”
The lady is banned. That’s why she came and got a refund because she showed up at the owners house on her off day cussing and screaming at her and BI banned her from the store. Good job lady. You got banned over not wanting to pay 55 cents.

I support the right idols!!!

if you don’t cuss between best friends, how sad is your life?

besides why are dumb netizens pressed when the video was for starlights on their personal youtube channel? we cool with it, actually won’t have jaehwan an other way, I love my kenjumma who’s relatable than a fake angel pretending prick and if you disagree feel free to FUCK OFF! we cuss in this fandom!

anonymous asked:

you should make a part two to that blurb about furniture shopping but this time the ugly chair just came and you ride him on it

Part One

God this thing was ugly.  Who the hell put paisley and fish together?  You were sure Anna Wintour put it in some Vogue issue hence the reason Harry just had to have it.  Even the men who delivered it side-eyed you as they unwrapped it from the brown paper and plastic.

So here it was.  The ugliest chair you had ever seen.  And it was in your living room.  You sighed as you glanced around.  He would insist on having the chair where people could see it.  

There had to be a better place to put it though.  Some place where both of you could-

“Ohhhhhh yeah baby!”  He yelled as he emerged from the kitchen behind you.  His voice so loud it caused you to almost jump out of your skin.  He walked towards the chair, “Look at this masterpiece…how beautiful it goes with the wood?  I told you.  You just wouldn’t listen though.”

You bit your lip, the gears in your head turning as you watched him survey his monumental furniture purchase.

He was still in his workout clothes, having just returned from the gym.  His biceps were glistening with sweat and you just knew his hair was soaked with it underneath his backwards hat.  

You quirked your brows as an idea popped into your head.  

You walked towards the chair, nodding gently as you stared down at the fabric,

“Alright…I will concede that it does look decent enough with the wood floor.”  You looked up at him, “Is it comfortable?”

Harry shrugged,

“Don’t remember.  Let me check…”  He sat down, a huge grin popping up on his cheeks as he looked up at you, “Like a cloud.”

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In Sickness and In Health

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1100 Words

This is for @jared-padaloveme and her JuJu’s Fluffy Birthday Challenge. It’s for prompt #47, Takes care of reader when sick. No warnings, except fluff!


Three years. That’s how long you’ve been acting on the show Supernatural as a guest star. Right alongside your husband Jared, and never once had you been sick. Sure, maybe a sniffle here or there, but nothing that stopped you from doing your work.

Today, when you had woken up, you found yourself cuddled against your husbands bare chest, your head pressed tight into his warm skin, your body curled into a tight ball beside him. That wasn’t unusual, you were always drawn to him, even in sleep. What you noticed right away was the fact that you were freezing, and you couldn’t seem to get close enough to his warmth.

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the eyes to pull me in (lucaya)

basically i wrote this for secret santa and i thought it could use a repost ;) also, if you read this, shoot me an ask and lmk if i should change my url to trahgedy or not!!

It was never supposed to get that far. Lucas and Maya, together. Before that night, they could maintain the tremulous balance, so close to toppling. No one was supposed to get hurt. No one was ever supposed to acknowledge that they did get hurt. If it wasn’t for the rain and the stupid, stupid bus, then things would probably have worked out alright for just a bit longer.  But it was just Maya Hart’s luck to get caught in a thunderstorm.

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A Kings True Mate

Pairing: Thranduil x reader(half wizard/half elf), Thorin’s company, Gandalf, Legolas, Tauriel

A/n: Ok, this is completely full of firsts. First hobbit fic, first abo, first Thranduil. so if you don’t like this, fuck off (first cuss word on this lol) There will be more

I will be posting a list of all the word i use soon, I use a couple different sites to translate words so bare with me

Tag list: @douchepoolonsie @a-lonely-string @fandoms-writer @theoneandonlysaucymo @petlaufeyson @mysaria @hymnofthevalkyries @nea90sweetie 

Pat 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

               You traveled across Middle-Earth with Thorin and his company. Being the only female in the group was bad enough but being an omega was more than difficult. With most of the group being Alphas and only a couple being betas, which only caused more troubles than not during your heats. Which was why you were thankful for your father and one of the dwarfs for the herbs and the spell that reduces your heat drastically. Your father had always told you that the spell wouldn’t work if your true alpha was around you. Little did you know that you would soon meet him.

               You were on the edge of the forest that surrounded the elven kingdom when your father told you to stay with the dwarves and don’t let the forest get to you. You followed the dwarfs as they entered the forest. Taking your sword out, you knew trouble was on the way. Your elven ears could hear the sounds that came from large creatures that traveled through the trees. You turned to look at Thorin but was unable to seeing as he was clearly being affected by the forest and the darkness that laid here.

               “ Ten’ i’ mela en'” You started to say as spiders came out from every direction. Bilbo was off and doing whatever he does as you started to fight off the spiders, which took off once they had all the dwarfs taken up into the trees. With your quick reflexes, you climbed up the trees in search of your dwarven companions. If they were killed, your father would be disappointed with you. You managed to see what looked like the dwarves that your father left in your charge, wrapped in the thick sticky white silk that came from the spiders.

               The next thing you knew, 13 dwarf size silk pods fall towards the ground. You followed them down to the ground with swift movements of a full blooded woodland elf. The spiders started moving towards the dwarfs as you landed on the ground near Fili. You help some of them from the webs with your blade before readying yourself to attack the oncoming spiders. You stood with your back to Fili’s as the spiders attacked. The two of you saved Kili from one of the giant eight legged beasts. Who returned the favor with a couple of his arrows.

               “Thank you, Kili.” All he did was nod his head as the company took down more spiders. Until the woodland elves appeared, killing the rest of the spiders then taking all of you prisoner. You stood there as the dwarves complied and the elven group leader came up to you, staring at you as he took a deep breath.

               “Drop your weapons and no harm shall come to you.” From his tone of voice, you knew him to be the prince of the woodland realm Legolas. He never met you as for you father always traveled alone for many centuries to meet his father, Thranduil, as you had your beta many centuries ago.

               “I only listen to two, nessa er, and neither you are.” He looked at you with bright blue eyes as anger filled his face. He took in your appearance, you had the ears of an elf as well as the long beautiful hair of one but you held yourself like the wizard your father taught of you. To many you looked as if you were full elf, until you spoke. You were at times confused to be part dwarf because you were so short.

               “I see that a company of dwarves has what has been said to be the child of a traitor.” Without a second thought, you gripped the handle of your sword and moved faster than the other elves. You pinned Legolas to the tree behind him with the blade tip resting against his neck.

               “Silly little alpha prince. You really think you can belittle my mother with such words.”

               “(Y/n)!” Thorin yell at you. “Let him go. You know your father would be unhappy by such actions.” You turned your head and looked at him. That was when you noticed that a few of the other elves had surrounded you with blades drawn. You glared at Legolas and dropped your blade.

               “My father would be unhappy to hear that his only child was treated with such dishonor. By a little alpha prince none the less.” You could sense that a majority of the elven group were alpha males and a single beta female. One of the males came close to you, his hand reached for your cloak.

               “You need to drop all weapons, omega.” The male glared at you as you twisted away from his grip.

               “All I ever carry is a sword. Try to lay a hand on me again.” You pulled the hood of your cloak over your head and began to follow behind the dwarves who were now being led off by the female elf. You began thinking to yourself what your alpha would look like or even who he was. You were so in thought that you barely noticed the trek across the bridge leading to the woodland palace. You all were ushered into the throne room with the king sitting high throne.

               As soon as you came close to the throne, a strong scent filled your senses. The scent of your alpha filled the room as you stood at the back of the group of dwarves with Thorin at the front. Your hood still concealed your face, knowing the stories of the woodland elven king. You could hear some of the guards talk about you, which was never new.

               As you looked up at him, your mouth began to go dry and water at the same time. You wanted to find out what your alpha tasted like but you were afraid of what he would think of you not being full blooded elf. You watched him as his gaze traveled over the group before landing on your cloaked form. His face held an unreadable expression. You were so lost in thought of wanting him to claim you, to knot you that you didn’t even noticed that the conversation that he and Thorin were having shifted to you.

               “So, my guards tell me that you have one of elven kin amongst you.” The elven king looked at you as his nostrils flared with a deep breath. “She is what my guards have said to be the child of a traitor.” You stepped forward, shoving past the dwarves in front of you.

               “My mother is no traitor of the elven kin.  Amin agar naa en’ Rivendell, as my mother was.” You forced yourself to leave your hood up. “Adar would be very displeased to hear one like yourself call his once beloved to be called a traitor.”

               “Your father, who pry tell is your father?” He looked unamused by everything.

               “My father is…” You ripped off your cloak, reveling your elven given beauty. The dark green elven made battle dress hugged your body just right, just the way you loved. “My father is none other than Gandalf the Grey.” Your eyes looked at him, his eyes sapphire blue widened. You didn’t know your scent had affected him or if he knew you were his omega.

               “Send the dwarves to the dungeons, I would like to seek a word with lye ai Istar edhel.” You cocked an eyebrow at the elven king, your newly found alpha. Thorin gave you a sympathetic look before turning to direct the rest of the company, minus a hobbit. You turned your gaze back to Thranduil, not knowing what to expect once you heard the footsteps and dwarven mutters faded. Thranduil was closer to you than you were expecting, only mere feet now. His scent filled your nose and clouded your mind, causing your eyes to flutter shut. “I see how I affect you, amin lisse’ omega.” You bit your lip as he spoke to you while walking around you. You could hear him inhale deeply.

               “As I affect you.” It took everything in your power not to moan as you watched him glide around you. His tall frame tensed slightly as he continued to look down at you. You looked over his body and saw just how you affected him, clearly your scent affected the elf in front of you.

               “Why is there an omega traveling with a pack of alphas and betas? Especially when that omega had yet to meet her alpha and true mate.” The sound of his voice fell from his lips and washed over your ears like the silks in Rivendell.

               “I was also traveling with my father. I wanted to help the dwarves reclaim Erebor, which was planned by my father.” You stood your ground even though you wanted him to take you right then and there then knot you before his guards. “I do what my father asks of me and my father asked me to stay with the dwarves as well as keep them safe. Which l fell like I failed somehow.” He stepped right in front of you, his hand rested on your cheek as you looked down before he tilted your face up to him.

               “You have not failed at anything, amin lisse’ mela.” You looked into his clear bright sapphire blue eyes, you tried to find any hint of false tense but found none. The feeling of his hand on your cheek sent chills down your spine and made your heart race. You haven’t felt your heart like this in centuries, not since you had your beta. Unknowingly, a tear slipped past your lower lashes. Thranduil tenderly wiped it away with the soft pad of his thumb. “What troubles you amin lisse’?”

               “Nothing at the moment that concerns, Thranduil.” You see something flicker over his eyes as his name falls from your lips.

               “Everything about you now concerns me, my omega.” The hint of possession in his voice as he called you his omega.

               The two of you stood there longer than ether of you expected. You could hear the shouting of the female elf from earlier. Not a moment later, one of Thranduil’s guards walked in stating that the dwarves were gone. You looked from the guard to Thranduil, your eyes full of worry and panic. You could hear your father’s words in your mind, “Stay with the dwarves.”

                “I must go, Thranduil. If I don’t, I would fear the worse for them as well as a disappointed father.”

               “I do not wish for you to go, omega. They can tend to themselves. Your place is here now.”

               “No, not yet my Thranduil.” You reach up and place a hand to his cheek. “When all this chaos with the lonely mountain is over, then my place will be here by your side for all eternity.” You tried pleading with him through your eyes, you only hoped that it was working. He took a deep breath before sighing, knowing that there was no way to convince you to stay while the dwarves risked their lives for their homeland.

               “If you much take leave.” He motioned for the guard to come closer to him. The guard clearly knew what he was asking, handing him his own sword as yours was still lying on the ground in the forest. Thranduil handed you the blade with an almost pained expression. “Take this and be safe. If the serpent that lies sleeping in that mountain wakes, run. For if you don’t, you will be at my disposal.”

               “Aye, I will be ten’ amin naa lle Thranduil.” You stood on your toes and pulled him into a kiss. You could feel fire rush through your body as his lips softly against yours and his hands instantly resting on your waist. You had found your alpha during this quest for Erebor and now you were determined to finish it and return to him unharmed. “Guren bêd enni, I belong to you.” You pressed your lips to his one more time before standing in front of him flat footed. “I shall slay any who try to prevent me from returning to you. Tenna’ ento lye omenta.”

               You went to turn around but was only met with a hand on your arm. Thranduil’s hand gently wrapped around your arm, turning you back around and pressed his lips one last time to yours with a sad smile. “Tenna’ ento lye omenta, Melamin.” He quickly wrapped a silver chain around your neck before letting you run off to complete your quest. He watched as your hair flowed behind you. “manke naa amin utinu?” He didn’t even look at the guard.

               “He and Tauriel along with a few guards went after the dwarves.” His icy blue eyes landed on the guard.

               “Go, begin getting supplies for the people of Lake Town once they reach the ruins of Dale. I fear that the beast in the mountain will be woken soon. I will get back what belongs to me.” With one last look to where you once were, he turned and made his way to his chambers. His mind filled with the thoughts of your scent and the touch of your skin under his, the sound of your voice and many of how you will look under him as he marks you as his.

anonymous asked:

Elise going through a very long and painful labor and cursing at harry and telling him this is all his fault and harry just takes it and is so supportive bc Elise is about to make him a dad ♥️

He’d just take whatever she has to say, both good and bad, he’d shrug off the cussing and the groans of hating him, he knows it is just in the heat of the moment, he knows she doesn’t mean anything that she is saying. She is just exhausted. 


I hate you,” She mumbles, squeezing his hand, her other one digging into the bed as she shuts her eyes, 

“And I love you,” He whispers, using his free hand to push a few strands away from her forehead, “Breathe Elise, you’re doing great.” He assures her for the fourteenth hour, “Just a little bit longer,”

“You said that four hours ago!” She cries, releasing her hand, giving his hand to breathe and wiggle enough to gain a bit of feeling to it. 

“I know, I am sorry,” He sighs, taking the time to shake his fingers the best he can, soon she will have his hand gripped again. 

He doesn’t mind, he can take it. 

He gives her a sympathetic glance, leaning down and kissing her forehead as she is breathing and relaxed for a moment. 

“Fuckin’ hate you, we are not having more kids, this is it. Fuck, this is your damn fault.” She grumbles, “We had to have a baby, we just couldn’t get a dog, you had to get me knocked up.” .. “Damnit, make it stop, this is your fault, deal with it.” She whines, her hand back in his as she clutches it long and hard.

“I love you,” He repeats over and over again,  attempting to be the best moral support system he possibly can be. “You’re doing so-”

“Tell me I am doing great one more fucking time I will rip your hand away." 

"You’re doing amazing,” He grins, 

“You twat,” she finally cracks a small smile, “Your child is so fucking stubborn, it is definitely yours," 

"Yeah, no doubt, darling.” He smirks, nodding his head, his eyes lighting up when Elise is given the cue to push. “Just a few pushes, you can do this. I’m right here, come on, squeeze the hell out of my hand a few more times, and we can see our baby." 

"Your speeches are so fucking annoying," 

"I know,” he agrees, “You’ve got this. It’ll be over soon,” he assures her, continuing to coach her for the last few minutes until the baby arrives. 

anonymous asked:

Hi Please can you do #48 and #54. Thank you!

48. I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing

Takes place at some point between the abuse reveal and their reunion.

Words: 1,307

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Aaron noticed the way Robert looked at him, now.

There was a softness to it that reminded him of the way Robert had been that week he’d stopped at Home Farm almost a year before, when Aaron had still been dizzy in the memory of the way Robert loved him.

Actually loved him.

He’d told him that then, and he told him again just a few short weeks ago.

“Because I still love you.”

He’d said it like it was the easiest thing for Aaron hear.

But how could it be?

After everything they’d done to one another – how could it be so easy to still love him?

It was a battle he’d fought all year, because after it all fell away – after the anger, and the resentment, and the bitterness all diluted over time – the love remained.

And Aaron had hated himself for it to begin with; it was another reason why he’d had no choice but to run.

Until Robert had stopped him.

Saved him, but stopped him too.

Stopped him from running from Gordon, and his mum, and helped him face up to everything he’d hidden away in the recesses of his mind, in a box he’d triple locked and double bolted shut and thrown away every key to.

Robert had helped him, and Robert had been there for him, and he couldn’t have done any of this without Robert.

The rational side to him could see it, easily.

This was a different Robert; not the same guy who’d stood in that scrapyard last year and used his intricate knowledge of Aaron’s innermost thoughts to be able to grind on his every nerve ending and leave him reeling.

That Robert wasn’t the same guy who’d stood by him, and listened to him, and saved his life in more ways than just the literal sense.

He knew that.

So he could sit here in his pub, now, with this Robert by his side, in this strangely casual more-than-a-friendship they were moulding tentatively from the ashes of their love and their hatred and their need for one another.

He could let himself hold company with the man who’d lied to him, and manipulated him, and hurt him with his words in ways he hadn’t known possible.

He could sit here with him, because he knew Robert was better now; a better version of himself; a version Aaron could let himself believe he could build a life with, despite everything that had gone before.

The problem was that voice in the back of his mind – hidden way past his ability to rationalise – that insisted on dredging up the past and allowing his doubts to fester.

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GOTG 2 fic scrap because I have no fucking self-control

If Yondu Udonta were the type of lifeform to swan around writing poetry, he’d probably be spending a lot of time swanning around composing odes to the way Kraglin Obfonteri’s eyes catch and reflect the color of Yondu’s own skin when he’s looking at his captain, glinting in the facets of his huge grey irises, until they blaze a shade of azure that would rival the skies over Centauri-IV.

But he isn’t, so he doesn’t. He doesn’t even know what azure means, except when he’s talking to a client who might be impressed by that kind of fancy-ass vocabulary. What he actually says is, “Oi, Krags.”

And then, when that fails to rouse his mate, he says it louder. And reaches down to pick up Kraglin’s wrist, where his chronometer’s day cycle alarm is shrieking louder than a pissed-off raccandar, and sticks it in his ear. Twenty years ago, that would’ve done the trick, and also provided Yondu an amusing show in the form of a flailing, cussing Kraglin rolling off the bed and bouncing off the floor on his bare ass before shooting to his feet with a magnificent glare. Hell, twenty years ago Yondu would’ve bodily kicked him off the bed himself.

But it’s been a long minute since then, and a few mutinies, and a few more million light-years traveled, and two unplanned incidents involving saving the stars-damned galaxy. And that ain’t saying anything of the near-death brushes, latest of which featured a minor bout of vacuum exposure during which Kraglin and the rest of the Guardians had been forced to watch every one of Yondu’s vital life signs die off in the Quadrant bridge monitors while Peter’s anguished screams echoed over the speakers.

They don’t talk about that.

What happens is, Kraglin flinches away from the alarm, groans, tugs his wrist out of Yondu’s grasp, and kicks Yondu in the ankle all at the same time. Damn bony scarecrow bedmates. Magnanimously, Yondu doesn’t cuff him around the head for that, solely out of deference to their many years of shared partnership and not because he’s currently too comfortable to move.

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"I cleared my schedule to spend all day with you" for satori pls pls pls ily

Tendou Satori:

He didn’t know how much longer of this he could take.
It wasn’t like she had asked to take a break, but when she implied that she needed a week away from him due to studying and her club, she might as well have just dumped him. Tendou didn’t expect himself to be so upset over the change, but he was. He thought life would go on as usual, volleyball, shounen jump, sleep, repeat, but there was an empty pit inside of him that forbade him from doing so. He never thought he’d be so attached to another human being in his life, these feelings were so foreign to him. For the first time ever he was actually pining over something that wasn’t fabricated, he was pining over her.
Tendou was sure that if it were any other time of the year, he’d be able to get by just fine. However, tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and celebrating it when you have a girlfriend without her really being there was sure to be tough. He figured he could just get by like he has been for the past eighteen years, but that would most likely be impossible. He knew she wanted a little bit of space for her studies, but he was sure to end up calling her two hundred times throughout the day.

It was currently 11:27 PM on February the 13th and Tendou has never felt more strange. The last time he had spent hours refreshing and reloading __’s tumblr was way before they were dating, when his crush on her was borderline stalkerish. Everytime he reloaded it stayed the same, the top post a mocking gif of her blowing a kiss at the camera. He just wished she’d text him, or call him, or something. He didn’t even see her in school all that much either, her being in class five. Tomorrow was going to be hell, he was sure of it. With all this moping, he became the self proclaimed “Ebenezer Scrooge of Valentine’s Day”, but instead of muttering “bah humbug” under his breath, it was more like a string of dirty cusses. He got off her page thirty minutes after he realized that she wasn’t going to post anything, and pulled up their previous text messages. The last thing she said was, “I love you”, and re-reading that made him all the more upset. He really, really wanted to reach out to her, more than anything. He typed a quick, “I miss you a lot”, his thumb hovering over the send button. He didn’t want to bother her or anything, she was probably sleeping or studying and he didn’t want to distract her from either. With a sigh he closed the app, his message to be forever unsent.


The next day at school was a tedious treachery. He didn’t know whether the cancellation of all clubs was a blessing, or a curse. He was going to go with a curse. Now that he didn’t have volleyball to distract him he was to succumb to locking himself away in his bedroom with three cups of Top Ramen and watching Kuroko no Basuke until he passed out. He wouldn’t necessarily call that ideal, but it was ideal enough. The closer he came towards his house the more and more he wanted to return to school. There was a horrible feeling in his gut and he hated it. He felt mad, upset and anxious all at once. He knew she had her phone on her, why couldn’t she text him at least once? Was he that much of a burden that she had to close him out completely? She definitely wasn’t busy during her lunch period, couldn’t she come see him? He was mad at himself for growing soft, for being so easily malleable in the hands of this girl who decided that she should just cut off everything with him. Then again, maybe he really wasn’t growing soft, he could just be extra hormonal this week, he did do a lot of jacking off.


When he did finally get to his house, he almost vomited. There, on his porch, was a figure, his favorite figure, with her phone in her hands and a bouquet of varying shades of roses. He tugged his earbuds out, and began to walk a little bit faster.
“__?” He called out, stopping a few feet away from her. She looked up, smiled sheepishly, and replaced the phone in her hand with the flowers.
“Hey, Satori.”
“What’re you doing here?” He inquired, his hands balling into fists in his pockets. He really wanted to play it off like he hadn’t missed her with every fabric of his being, but it was hard when she was giving him the sweetest look he’s ever seen.
“Oh… I cleared my schedule to spend all day with you…” She smiled, fiddling with the ribbon on the bouquet. “It would be pretty malicious of me if I didn’t spend Valentine’s Day with my boyfriend.”
Tendou let the smile he held back evade his face, all whilst wondering how he ever doubted this girl. He dropped his bag and ran up to her, waiting for her to set the flowers down before pulling her into a bone crushing hug.
“I missed you.” He muttered into her hair, closing his eyes at the feeling of her warmth that he craved. “And you didn’t have to buy me flowers. Just showing up is a present by itself.”
“No, I did have to get you flowers, see…” She slipped out of his grip, bending back over to pick up the roses. “The red ones stand for love, the pink ones stand for sweetness and, the maroon ones…” She sighed. “Well, the maroon ones stand for sorrow and regret. ‘Cause it was a really stupid decision to ignore you for a week, and I’m really, really sorry.”
“No, no, don’t be sorry.” He cooed, graciously taking the flowers from her hands. “I get it, your career comes first.”
“Semi told me how much you complained about me being gone. By what I’ve heard, you weren’t alright.”
“Oh, what the fuck, he told you?” Tendou whined, his lips turning downward into a strange pout. “I didn’t want you worrying about me.”
“You shouldn’t’ve complained to Semi then…” She laughed, stretching upwards to plant a firm kiss on his cheek. His heart fluttered in his chest, the familiar feeling warm against his skin. He hadn’t talked to her in precisely six and a half days, but those six and a half days felt like years. He cupped her face in his hands as she pulled back, pressing the tip of her nose against his.
“I missed you too, Satori…” She muttered, kissing his lips and allowing him to melt in her arms.
Well, maybe he was malleable, but he wouldn’t move for anyone else.

I’m a Bad Boy (Gray) -Chapter 2-

Originally posted by grayground

Prologue - Ch 1 - Ch 2 -


Artist/Characters - Seonghwa/Sunghwa GrayxReader
Jay Park. Simon D, Loco, Ugly Duck, Cha Cha Malone, Hoody, Elo.

Genre - Mafia AU/Smut/Fluff/Angst
Group - AOMG - VV:D
Word count - 1,521
*WARNINGS*
Vulgar language, Mentions of death, Gruesome details, Sexual harassment.

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Ozark Encyclopedia – B – Birds

Owl

Owl guts over the doorway – “A man in Fort Smith, Arkansas, told me that his father placed the entrails of a big horned owl over the door, to keep witches away.” ~Randolph OMF 284

Owl gizzard worn for luck – “…Otto Ernest Rayburn tells of a man on trial for hog-stealing who wore ‘the dried gizzard of a hoot-owl tied round his neck for good luck.’” ~Randolph OMF 284

Owl broth for whooping cough – “Give children Owl broth for the whooping cough. Many years ago broth was made from cooking an owl (like you would a chicken) and then give the broth made from cooking the owl to children who had the whooping cough. Then the children would get better and not cough so much.” ~Parler FBA III 3861

Sign of bad luck – “If you are out walking and head an owl hoot, it is bad luck and you should go home.” ~Parler FBA VI 6473

Death omen – “If a screech owl hollows near the house at night, there will be a death in the family.” ~Parler FBA VIII 8144

Taking the “cuss” off – “How to keep a screetch owl from screetching: Tie a knot in the right hand corner of the bed sheet. It will kill the screetch owl by choking him to death.” ~Parler FBA VIII 8148

“If you hear a screech owl at night, get up and turn a chair over; otherwise there will be a death in the family.” ~Parler FBA VIII 8149

“If you hear a screech owl hollow outside of your house, it means death to someone in your family; but if you lay a broom on your doorstep, he will leave and death will be prevented.” ~Parler FBA VIII 8150

“If a screech owl disturbs your sleep at night, get up and take a broom and lay it across the open doorway along the threshold, and the owl wouldn’t bother your sleep anymore.” ~Parler FBA XII 9991

“Stick a shovel in the fire to stop the screech owl’s holler.” ~Parler FBA XII 9997

“If a screech owl hollers in the daytime, it is bad luck and if girls and ladies tie knots in their dress tails or apron tails, it will ward off the evil.” ~Parler FBA XII 10020

“Tying a knot in a pillow slip corner will make a screech owl stop screeching.” ~Parler FBA XII 10023

Beak good luck – “John Claborn carried an owl’s bill for good luck.” ~Parler FBA IX 8772

Turkey

Turkey bones hidden to attract love – “Many a mountain girl conceals dried turkey bones about the room in which she meets her lover, or even secretes them in her clothing, in the belief that they will render him more amorous. I once heard some village loafers ‘greening’ a young chap because some turkey bones had been found behind the cushions of his Ford, the supposition being that they had been placed there by women who had ridden with him.” ~Randolph OMF 167

Turkey beard carried to attract love – “Mountain girls sometimes carry the beard of a wild turkey gobbler concealed about their clothing. Rose O'Neill, of Day, Missouri, asked a neighbor about this once and was told that ‘we use it to clean the comb with.’ Probably the gobbler’s beard does make a satisfactory comb cleaner, but there is no doubt whatever that some backwoods damsels regard it as a love charm.” ~Randolph OMF 167

Goose

Wild goose foot powdered and fed to lover – “The boys in northwestern Arkansas make a love medicine from the web of a wild gander’s foot, dried and reduced to powder. Put a pinch of this in a girl’s coffee, and she will not only fall in love with you at once but will be faithful to you as long as she lives. This is somehow connected, in the hillman’s mind, with the belief that wild geese mate but once.” ~Randolph OMF 168

“Love powder is made from the web of a wild gander’s foot.” ~Parler FBA VII 7046

Dove

Dove’s tongue hidden as love charm - “In some localities it is said that a man hides the dried tongue of a turtle dove in a girl’s cabin this makes her fall madly in love with him, and she can’t deny him anything. I was told of a case in which a girl’s superstitious parents searched the cabin for days, trying to find the tongue which they believed must be hidden there. The neighbors laughed about this, and the girl herself said that turtle doves’ tongues had nothing to do with the case, but the parents still believed the old story. They never did find the dove’s tongue, however.” ~Randolph OMF 169

“Dried tongues of turtle doves are used as love charms. A girl who has been charmed is unable to deny her lover anything.” ~Parler FBA VII 7041

Dove on chest for pneumonia – “If you place a dead dove on the chest of someone who has pneumonia, he will have a prompt recovery.” ~Parler FBA III 2874

Sign of travel – “The person hearing the call of the first turtle dove in the Spring, is a sign meaning that he is apt to go on a journey in the direction from which he heard the call.” ~Parler FBA VI 6646

Woodpecker

Parts of the great pileated woodpecker used in magic – “This bird is supposed to have some supernatural powers, and I am told that various portions of its body are highly prized by witches and goomer doctors.” ~Randolph OMF 249

Used to cure pain – “Get the brains from a Good God bird (Pileated woodpecker) while still warm and use to ease pain. Then cook the bird and eat it.” ~Parler FBA 1341

Pileated woodpecker good luck – “Seeing a ‘Good-God’ is good luck. A Good-God is a rather rare species of bird (Pileated woodpecker). It is about the size of a crow and is colored exactly like a red-headed woodpecker.” ~Parler FBA XII 9978

Redbird

Ill omen – “Various sorts of birds are believed to carry warnings. A woman in my neighborhood whipped her grown daughters un- mercifully, until one day ‘the redbirds come an’ ha’nted her’ by tapping on the windowpane, which gave the woman a terrible fright and caused her to mend her ways. Another of my mountaineer friends was greatly disturbed when a ‘rooster redbird’ hovered about his door; he said that it was a warning of death, and sure enough, one of his daughters died within a few weeks.” ~Randolph OMF 245

To bring in money – “If you need money and see a redbird that’s flying, say, ‘Money before the week’s out,’ and you’ll get it.” ~Parler FBA V 5881

Sign of visitor – “If a red bird flies across your path, you will see someone unexpected.” ~Parler FBA VI 6713

For a wish – “Make a wish on a redbird. If you can guess the direction he flies, your wish will come true.” ~Parler FBA XV 11421

Eagle

Eagle stone for fidelity – “An eagle stone, taken from a bird while still alive, will keep one’s mate faithful.” ~Parler FBA VII 7052

Claw is good luck – “It’s good luck to wear an eagle’s claw around your neck.” ~Parler FBA IX 8767

Blue Jays

Associated with the Devil – “Jaybirds go to Hell on Friday.” ~Parler FBA XII 9987

“All jay birds spend Friday in Hell.” ~Parler FBA XII 9988

“You never see a jaybird on Friday because on Friday they are busy carrying sticks to the devil to help him build his fires. If you put your ear close to the ground, you can hear them working.” ~Parler FBA XII 9989

Crows

To cause rain – “Kill a crow and hang it up, and it will rain within three days.” ~Parler FBA XI 9581

Misc.

Death signs – “If someone dies and a big bird like a crow or hawk flies over the house the bird carries the soul to Hell; but if a small bird like a Robbin etc. flies over, it carries the soul to Heaven; and if no bird at all flies over the house, the soul is doomed to float around anywhere through eternity.” ~Parler FBA VIII 8133


Parler, Mary Celestia Folk Beliefs from Arkansas (FBA)

Randolph, Vance Ozark Magic and Folklore (OMF)

Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 36: Soulless

Sam Winchester x Reader

1300 Words

Chapter Summary: After Sam continues to act weird, you finally figure out what’s wrong with him.

Story Summary: You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day. Set in Season 5

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To say the next few days were awkward would be an understatement.  Dean had given in the next day, letting Sam out of the panic room, but making sure he was never alone with you. At night, you slept on the window seat, while Dean lay on a makeshift bed on the floor.

It wasn’t until the third day that you were tiptoeing around Sam, that Cas finally showed back up. You were sitting at the kitchen table, clutching a cup of coffee in your hands, as you tried to wake up. It had been another restless night, waking up at every creak in the old house, wondering if it was Sam trying to sneak off, or coming to try something again.

“Y/N, where’s Sam and Dean?” Cas asked you, startling you enough that hot coffee sloshed over the side, scalding your hand.

“Damn it!” You cussed, wiping your hand off on your jeans, trying to calm your speeding heart.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to scare you. I came as soon as I could. Heaven has not been easy to deal with.” He told you, not moving from his spot by the door.

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UT Fankids Week
(kinda maybe? I mean the thing is that it had Sanscest in the tags…error ink is kinda sanscest so…. eh? I might be pulling a few strings here but even if these are not valid I hope to still do them!)

Day 1: First Words


Welp wanted to do something for this fun week! Even have a small story that goes along with it under the read more! ( well more of a ramble of a draft of how it could work but still! )

But man, this was fun to figure out what beginning PJ looked like. Heh man he looks like a MESS. Though no scarf or bag so yeah… he did just form o-o

I have no clue if PJ fits into the Fankids week thing but I like the prompts and hope to give more incite to how he’s like while growing up. 
(note the Ink and Error represented here are not canon however I tried to have them have more canon personalities and actions so *shrugs*. Just a warning cause yeah… technically there is no PJ but this is just how they are canon to his story o-o)

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Not sure if you're accepting requests or not but if you are and it's no bother I was wondering if you could do HC for the RFA + V & Saeran as to how they would react to MC being cheated on and how would they confess their feelings? Thank you!

okay anon!! <3 I hope this isn’t too cheesy/unrealistic lmao I’ve never confessed in my life so… ya I have no experience oopsie ><


Yoosung:

  • Yoosung would be super duper supportive, like he would stay beside you and listen to you rant about how horrible your ex was
  • and he would buy you ice cream and tissues and say lots of kind words about how your ex doesn’t deserve you
  • he’d also give you many hugs of reassurance 
  • but one hug would go for a little too long
  • “Yoosung, can you let go-”
  • “No. I won’t ever leg you go. MC, I- I’ve liked you for a long time now. I know that this isn’t the right time, but I just wanted to let you know that there’s someone out there who loves you unconditionally and would never hurt you like he did. I can promise you that I’ll treat you better than anyone else. MC, please stop crying, it hurts me to see you like this.“ 

Zen:

  • he’d be SO mad about it
  • while you cried in his arms, he’d be cussing the guy off 
  • he would be really intense all of a sudden too, swearing to go over and beat him up and stuff 
  • you weren’t even sure if he was comforting you or if you were the one comforting him
  • he was really worked up about it… almost a little too much
  • “Princess, that son of a bitch doesn’t have the right to make you sad like this. He should just go to hell; guys like won’t have a future, I know it. If I were lucky enough to have you to myself I would NEVER EVER do something like that. If I did, I’d rather die. I would a much better boyfriend because I would never make you sad or upset. You’d never cry except from happiness because I love you, MC.”  

Jaehee:

  • she would be a really good listener
  • she’d also list all the goods about you and the bads about your ex
  • like how he never took you home
  • or how he didn’t care for any celebrations or anniversaries 
  • and how sometimes he made fun of you infront of your friends
  • she would also look you straight in the eye and say really encouraging words
  • but after saying those things, she’d still notice how your eyes glistened with tears
  • “MC listen.. I’ve noticed you for a long time now and I’ve always been watching from the sidelines but I don’t want to do that anymore. MC, listen carefully. I, Jaehee Kang, love you the worlds end. Even if you don’t accept me, I will continually love you with no regrets. I’m always here for you. Trust me." 

Jumin:

  • he was kinda awkward because he wasn’t used to situations like these
  • I mean he tried holding you but it was really awkward and stiff
  • he didn’t know how to comfort you.. he patted you head like you were a little pet and wrapped a blanket around you but he didn’t understand emotions very well so it was hard for him
  • but there was one thing he was sure about
  • and those were his feelings he had for you
  • "MC, stop crying. I have something important to tell you. I love you more than anyone else and I love you more than he ever did. So stop crying and come to me. I’ll wait until you feel better but just know that I’m going to wait for you until you love me back. And I’ll let you know right now that I’m having my security guards chase down that bastard. He’s going to get it real good tonight. Now, I will bring Elizabeth 3rd over here, you may hug her to feel better… or you can also hug me, if you don’t mind my stiff posture." 

707:

  • he would go crazy with the snacks
  • but he really hated seeing you like that
  • he tried making jokes and you laughed a little - but it wasn’t enough, you were still very upset 
  • he said he’d hack into that guys computer and expose him but you didn’t want him to get in trouble for you
  • "MC, I’d anything for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to see you smile again. I know that I don’t have the right to say this myself either but, I’ve liked you for a long time. You saved me from my miserable life - you saved my brother. I’ve fallen in love with you for a long time. I know I probably don’t deserve a person as good as you but please understand that no matter what it is, I’ll always solve the problem for you. After all, I am the Defender of Justice, right?" 

Saeran:

  • he wasn’t sure how to comfort you because tbh he kinda felt crappy like that all the time himself
  • but another thing he noticed was how happy and filled with love he felt whenever you were around
  • he wanted to fill you up with that type of happiness too
  • he wanted to see your cheerful self pep up again
  • it was slow, but he looked you in your swollen eyes and brushed your tears off your face
  • "MC, you’ve always been the one to make me feel better about myself. Now it’s my turn because you’ve given me hope and love and I want to give it all back to you. Please know that of all people of the world, I’ve chosen that the person I like is you. I was confused at first but now I know it. I like you a lot, MC and I want you to like me too. Please don’t cry anymore.”

V:

  • he heard you crying alone in your room
  • he wanted to walk in there and talk to you, comfort you
  • but he, himself, was such a mess
  • he didn’t know how to face you, his mind was meddled with thoughts of Rika and you
  • his feelings were clear but he just couldn’t get it over his head
  • "MC,” he said through the door, “MC,  I love you.” It was like a brick lifted off his chest.  
  • He finally said it. 
  • “I know this is the wrong time, but I can’t stand it anymore. I love you so, so much. Don’t cry over that idiot anymore… both of us need to let go of those who poison our life. Mine was Rika, and now, yours is your ex. Please, MC, we can do this together. We can make it out of this pit of despair. Believe in me." 

ahah uh sorry for the delay, I hope you see this!!

~Cherry L.


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