demanding brat

The Prom

Not sure if this is amusing, but it is memorable. My cousin was born with a lung disease known as Cystic Fibrosis, it is pretty serious disease and not many people live very long if they have it. She had a lung transplant at a young age but by the time she was a senior her body was rejecting the lung, scary I know. Needless to say when your body is going through that you miss a lot of school. My school has this policy that you must pass all your classes, and have a 90% attendance rate to go to any of the school dance, including prom. Now you think when a student is LITERALLY DYING you would make an exception. However, this public school does not care and told my cousin she could not go to prom? The solution? She had her own prom in the parking lot of the prom she could not attend. I was only in eighth grade at the time but I was being a brat and demanded to be invited. So I went and it was amazing. My cousin even brought a Johnny Depp life sized cut out as her date and did the gangnam style dance with it. This was way back when that song was really popular. Some of the kids who were attending the original prom came outside and partied with us. My uncle was the DJ and brought his phone and speaker, the music was kind of terrible but we were having too much fun to care. The teachers tried to stop us but you know us crazy kids just ignored them. I heard a lot of the kids were in trouble when they went back but I was in middle school so I was safe. We ended the night with our middle fingers raised high and left. It was one of the last times I saw my cousin happy before she died. I will always remember that night and the teachers faces as we gathered around in a parking lot in prom attire defying the system.

Cosa Nostra (Pt. 3)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?

Mafia!YoongixReader

Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

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Originally posted by myloveseokjin

If there was anything that you should have learned in all of your years going to various social scenes, it was that you should never, ever smile at a man you didn’t want the attention of. And yet here you were, the dumbass girl who smiled at a man who was staring at her and was now was on his way to talk to her.

‘Great,’ You thought to yourself, ‘The one thing Yoongi tells me not to do, and here I am initiating interactions from strangers. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t have my head for this…’ You tried to smile politely as the man stood before you, but you could feel the tenseness in your own face, so you knew that your smile looked absolutely fake.

“Now you’re a face I haven’t seen around here before…” The man hummed, his voice smooth as honey. You could tell that this guy was a playboy, whether he meant to be or not. With his boyish smirk, golden brown hair, and a muscular frame that you could see even through his suit, there was no way that most women could resist him, he was just that damn attractive. But you definitely weren’t most women, and even though you were attracted to him to some extent, you knew you had to keep your composure. It wouldn’t be good at all if Min Yoongi’s date was seen flirting with another man.

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defended ikemoto/sarada Uchiha

i DO NOT AGRREE WITH SARADA OUTFIT BUT I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO say this its pretty long: here are some of the complaint that i hear you the naruto fandom makes

>why are you defended sarada/ikemoto

the reason why is because i am sick of the narutard acting like entitled brats you demand the man to change the out outfit  BUT YOU THE FANS ARE not even buying his book your reading it illegally online for free but you hope he fails and calls HIS WORK A QUICK cash cow. what the fuck is wrong with you. He is a new artist i bet half of you wish you could draw like him. 

complaint number 1:WHY IS SARADA ACTING SO OOC

 new flash retard IN  THE MANGA SARADA HAS HER FUCKING FATHER IS BACK IN THE VILLAGE AND NOT ONLY DOES SHE HAVE BOTH PARENTS BUT IT DOES NOT A 2 HOUR MOVIE  TO FLESH OUT A CHARACTER SO OBVIOUSLY SHE GONNA ACT DIFFERENT EVEN IN GADIEN SHE CHANGED AT THE END BECAUSE SHE KNOWS HER DAD LOVES HER HENCE THE WAY SHE ACTED IN THE BORUTO MOVIE

COMPLAINT 2: THE ANIME SARADA IS BETTER 

NOOOOOOOO SHEEEEEEEEEEEEE NOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT I’M SICK OF PEOPLE SAYING THAT BECAUSE IN THE MANGA SHE HAS SUPER STRENGTH AND SHARINGAN. IN THE ANIME SHE HAS BASIC FIGHTING SKILLS AND USES WEAPONS. ARE WE REALLY COMPARING PRE SARADA WHERE SHE ANGRY AND DOESN’T KNOW HER DAD TOO POST SARADA WHERE SHE MET HER DAD AND IS HAPPIER.

AND PEOPLE SEEM TO FORGET THAT 3 NOVELS DOES NOT= AN ENTIRE MANGA 

COMPLAINT 3: HER PERSONALITY:

YOUR TELLING ME THAT YOU ONLY KNEW SARADA CHARACTER FOR ONE YEAR IN GADIEN AND A MOVIE ABOUT HER PURPOSE IN LIFE AND THAT HER WHOLE FUCKING CHARACTER.

 HEARING HER SAY THAT SHE WANTS TO BECOME HOKAGE AND ONE PUNCH IS BETTER THAN SEEING HER BECOME STRONGER,HOKAGE AND EVENTUALLY SEEING HER SURPASSING SASUKE AND SAKURA IS BETTER BECAUSE FOR ME THE WHOLE POINT OF WATCHING NARUTO WAS TO SEE HIM BECOME HOKAGE. 

SHE IS AN UCHIHA THAT HOW THEY ARE “SASUKE”. THEY ARE COCKY AND HAVE A ALOT OF SELF CONFIDENTS IN THEMSELVES AND THE UCHIHA CREST

THE MANGA SUCKS:

NO SHIT SHERLOCK ITS TIME FOR THE PLOT TO DEVELOP THE NOVELS WERE ALREADY PRE WRITTEN.
YOU KNOW THE ANMIE WILL SHOW THE MANGA RIGHT SO WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS THIS ARGUMENT 

cash cow:
EVERY SINGLE  MANGA AND ANIME ARE CASH COWS THAT WHY THEY ARE CREATED

SLUT SHAMMING:

HOW DOES A GIRL DRESS LIKE A SLUT PLASE DO TELL ME  BECAUSE WHEN I WAS IN  MIDDLE SCHOOL I HAD A COUPLE OF FRIENDS THAT DRESSED LIKED SARADA AND DID WORSE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND IT WOULD BE HYPOCRITICAL FOR US SAY look AT “hinatits” but then YOU say that sarada dresses like a slut and ACTS LIKE A PROSTITUTE PLEASE SHOW ME THE MANGA PANELS OF A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL SELLING HERSELF.

AR THE END OF DAY A TRUE FAN WILL LOOK PASS SARADA OUTFIT AND LOVE HER FOR WHO SHE IS AND HER GOAL “SAKURA”  I AM AN ARTIST MYSELF AND I LOVE IKEMOTO DRAWING BECAUSE HE TRYING HIS BEST TO PLEASE A FAN BASE THAT DOESN’T DESERVE HIM OR HIS WORK BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY THAT  “BETTER SARADA “YOU SEE IN THE ANIME WOULDN’T EXIST IF IT WASNT FOR THE MANGA ONE 

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Jerome Valeska x Reader (breaking you out jail)

“Who is behind all of this” detective Gordon demanded. Harvey had just captured Y/N from a corner. Galavan had sent Y/N to watch over the guys while they did there first mission. Harvey had sneak attacked her and brought her into the station.

“Your so funny jimbo what makes you think your that important to know this information” laughing in there faces making Jim and Harvey even more angry. They started pacing around banging on walls while Y/N just laughed at them and played with her nails.

“Listen up you brat don’t test me” Harvey had grabbed Y/N from the collar of her shirt. Jerome wouldn’t like this one bit. Jerome was protective over his kitten, he would kill all of these people.

“Your breath stinks by the way” laughing Y/N had no fear especially from these fools of cops. She wasn’t going to speak she’s no snitch.

“Unbelievable TELL US WHAT WE WANT TO KNOW” Jim screamed in her face. Once again she laughed these cops were a bunch of fools. She looked down and started biting her nails. “Tell us information and we will lower you sentence at Arkham” trying to butter her up Y/N giggled. She wasn’t going to crack.

“No can do jimbo” she laughed in there faces once again they rolled there eyes and huffed and luff gave up it was no use. They had no other choice Y/N wasn’t going to spill.

“Cuff her” Harvey was pissed he hates feeling helpless. Jim grabbed Y/N and put the cuffs around her small wrist and walked her to the cell at the police station.

“We have to go get the brat I DEMAND A PRISON BREAK” Jerome screamed at Galavan while he sat on his chair smoking a cigar.

“Your right we must, take Aaron Greenwood and Barbra” he wasn’t too interested Jerome left to the living room where everybody was.

“Well fellow brothers and sister we must go save the little slutty brat I’m demanding a prison break as your leader and you as my slaves” he stood in the living room smiling like a pure dictator.

“Jerome there’s guards everywhere” Barbra panicked as Jerome pulled into the alley way. “We’re going to get killed” she bit her nails in nervousness.

“Listen to me Barbra Y/N may be a blonde brat but it gets lonely, your not the one going in there so be quite and do as I say ” Jerome was out for blood he was pissed. Barbra nodded scared Jerome had never talked to her like that. But Jerome was determined he needed the smart manic back home safe with the rest of the maniax family.

“Good luck I’ll be in the back run there once you have her” Greenwood was in the driving seat Jerome nodded while they drove off. While Jerome and Aaron walked into the station.

“Ladies and Gentlemen it is I” laughing standing up on the railing while the cops all put up there guns. “Hahaha no need for that” he pointed at them laughing. Soon everybody was firing at him and Aaron he jumped off the railing and started firing him self. Left and right police men were dropping like flies. Jerome started crawling to the cells while Aaron continued to fire.

“Your really pretty” the guy next to Y/N was playing with her hair she gave him a disgusting look. “Get your disgusting hands off me or I’ll make you eat your asshole” Y/N felt disgusted only Jerome was aloud to touch her.

Y/N looked up at her ginger he was a complete manic she just smiled her heart stared racing. But the moment was ruined when they started to fire. He ducked and he was managing to kill almost everybody.

“Y/N doll face” he shot at the lock he opened the cell and Y/N ran into his arms he hugged her taking in her sent of blood mixed with perfume while she did the same. They felt gun shots and they both ducked. “Let’s go” grabbing her hand they both crawled around to the back door while gun shots were still being fired. Once at the back the ran out.

“Where’s Aaron” Barbra panicked that is her best friend she cares for him allot.

“In the front let’s go” Jerome pointed with his gun Greenwood started driving. Sure enough Aaron was walking out still firing with his machine gun. Jerome opened the door for him and he climbed in. Greenwood started driving the fastest this big SUV could go.

“Puddin” Y/N caressed Jerome soft skin while he stared at her examining her face. He leaned for a kiss and kissed her roughly.

“Your safe now you little scamp” Jerome said while he looked over face. “Plus a couple of bastards are dead it’s a win win” he laughed like the manic he is.

The Joker x Reader - “Dirty Details”

Frost is finally going on vacation for 2 weeks with his wife and you agreed to take care of his two boys. Mister J was hard to convince, but you always have your way in the end. You can be very…persuasive.

Best friends saga: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153980061476/the-joker-x-reader-best-friends

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156162705436/the-joker-x-reader-the-wedding

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157386434176/the-joker-x-reader-mrs-frost

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155431527926/the-joker-x-reader-forgive-and-forget

You love Jonny’s sons, they are absolutely adorable: Kaden is 6 years old and Zane is 5. They will stay with you at your hideout in the woods because it will feel like a vacation for you also. The same can’t be said about the Joker; he was completely against you two babysitting for so long.

“Uncle J, can we watch a movie?” Kaden asks, slowly heading towards the bedroom where him and his brother will sleep.

“Don’t call me that, I’m not your uncle!” he bitterly replies, putting his guns away. He is extra grouchy because you told him to stash away everything a kid shouldn’t be around.

“Auntie Y/N, can we watch a movie, please?” Zane shyly tries his luck, knowing you probably won’t say no.

“She’s not your aunt,” J mumbles in the corner of the living room, locking away the guns and the knives in the seif.

“Yes, of course, you guys go to your room and put away your things, then come back,” you smile, ignoring the Joker’s shitty attitude.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” he scoffs as he closes the seif.

You choose not to answer, digging around for a movie in your collection.

After the shower, J comes back to the living room to find the boys cuddled to you, half asleep.

“Move, brats!” he demands, stretching his back.

The young one gets watery eyes, his lower lip quivering:

“Auntie Y/N is mine…” he manages to utter, clenching to your arm.

“You wish! Move!”

“J, seriously?!” you sigh, exasperated.

“You’re so mean Uncle J,” Kaden pouts, sniffling.

“I’m not your uncle!” J growls, narrowing his eyes.

Kaden starts crying:

“Uncle J is so mean all the timeeee…” The boys crawl in your lap, upset someone is trying to take you away from them. You try to comfort both, kissing their foreheads and squeezing them tight to your chest.

The Joker takes a deep breath and sits down by you, resting his head on your shoulder. You elbow him, irritated he made the kids cry.

“But you’re mine,” he whispers in your ear, frowning. “Tell them to move.”

“What are you, three years old?!” you mutter through your clenched teeth. “Stop your crap!”

** *After you avoided catastrophe and put Kaden and Zane to bed, you started fooling around with J because he wanted to apologize for being a jerk the best way he knows how. Not that you mind at all.

Suddenly, a knock on the door.

“Auntie Y/N,” Kaden calls out, “my little brother had a bad dream.”

You can hear Zane whimpering.

“Go back to bed, you’re fine!” J yells, pulling you back on top of him when you try to leave.

“Baby, he had a nightmare,” you try to reason with him while he continues to kiss you.

“Don’t care. They ARE the nightmare!”

“Come on, J, don’t be like that!” you sigh, fully aware he’s dead serious.

“But I’m already naked, we have to finish what we started!” he complains, slapping your thigh.

“Uncleee Jaayyy, I’m scared,” Zane bawls his eyes out outside the door now.

“Dammit!!!” the Joker closes his eyes, deliberating on what he should do while you take advantage of the situation and get off him, starting to put your nightgown on. “This is so not cool, doll ” he shakes his head and finally gets out of bed, grabbing his shorts and getting dressed, unamused at the ordeal he has to go through.

He goes and opens the door, Zane immediately rushing in to hug his legs, crying. J rolls his eyes, resigned. Kaden just stands there and you signal him to come in.

The Joker picks up the young boy and he wraps his arms around J’s neck, weeping on his shoulder.

“Stop crying, you pest, it’s fine.”    He’s a natural with kids.

Mister J turns around:

”Hey, what are you doing?” he grumbles seeing Kaden cuddled to your body.

“Come here, my little baby, did you have a bad dream?” you gesture for J to bring Zane over.

“Y-Y-yes,” he stammers, reaching his hands for you.

“Really, Princess? They’re not our children, they shouldn’t be in our bed,” he states the evident fact like it’s some kind of news flash.

“Give it a rest, will you? Let them be!”

He talks to himself in a low voice, saying not very nice things for sure, but gets in bed nevertheless.

“Scoot over, kid, I wanna sleep by my girl. Can I do that at least?” J sarcastically asks but of course Kaden doesn’t get the tone in his voice. He crosses over to the other side of your body, this way you two are in the middle like the Joker wanted.

“I hate kids,” he whispers in your ear.

“No you don’t, baby. We will have some too.” You keep on caressing Zane’s head, reaching over J’s chest.

“Oh, hell no, no way that’s gonna happen.”

“We are so having some, at least two.”

“Shut up and rinse your mouth with holy water, Kitten.”

You start laughing softly.

“I might be pregnant right now, you never know,” you wink, teasing him while the boys are quietly dosing off.

“Jesus, Pumpkin, don’t give me a heart attack, I’m too young,” he huffs, unhappy at your little joke.

*** “I’m going to marry Auntie Y/N!” Kaden decides after finishing breakfast.

“Sorry, brat, she’s already taken,” the Joker spoils the fun like he usually does.

“No, I’m gonna marry her!” Zane screams, ignoring J.

“No, I’m older, she’s mine!”

“No, Auntie Y/N is mine!”

They start fighting and you watch, entertained.

“Aww, how cute. Hey, boys,” you get in between them, ”you can both marry me, ok?”

“Really?” the young one looks full of hope.

“Definitely!” you reassure them as they hold your hands in theirs.

“That’s bullshit!” J puckers his lips, aggravated.    He’s so mature.

You glare his way, really wanting to kick him:

“Looks like I have three kids: a 39 year old, a 6 year old and a 5 year old. How did I manage that?!”

“Shut up, Princess.”

“Don’t tell my wife to shut up!” Kaden snaps, stepping in front of you. You lift your eyebrows, satisfied.

“Exactly, baby, be careful or my boys will tear you to pieces.”

“Yeah, right,” he taunts them, taking a sit on the couch.

“Kill the enemy, he’s being mean to our wife!!!!!” Kaden shouts, yanking Zane away and charging towards the Joker, jumping on him and yelling as loud as they can. And wow, the Joker cracks a smile while tickling them and trying to slam them on the couch. Holy shit on a stick, that’s absolutely insane.

*** J is walking around shirtless because he doesn’t really like to wear too much around the house.

The boys keep on staring at his tattoos, they sure look more interesting every time they see them.

“Uncle J, are you really God’s only child?” Kaden asks, curious the hear the answer.

You giggle, lifting your eyes from the book you’re reading. I guess J gave up on asking them not to call him uncle because they don’t care anyway.

“Hmmm, it’s quite possible, brat.”

“Wowww, did you ever see God?” Zane inquires, both of them with their mouth opened, anticipating his reply.

“A lot of times.”

The boys gasp.

“So many times, about 10 to 12 times a week with your Auntie Y/N,” he grins, watching your eyes getting as big as plates.

“ J, what the hell?! ” you throw your pen at him and he dodges it, so pleased of his clever answer.

“Wow, Auntie Y/N, you saw God too?!” the boys turn towards you, amazed.

“Oh, yes, she did, I always make sure of that,” the Joker laughs, talking for you and biting his lips while you squirm in your armchair.

“Zip it, J !!!” you throw your book at him and miss. He keeps on laughing.

“How does God look like, Auntie? Is he big?”

You give J an evil glance and then you have the perfect comeback:
“Average,” you smirk at your little revenge.

J’s smile freezes on his face.     Ha! Serves you right!

“I’ll show you average, you little smart ass!!!” the Joker heads towards you as you start running away with the boys chasing the two of you, screaming up a storm because they think you are playing around.

*** J took a shower and now he’s parading around the cabin with only a towel around his waist. You urged him to go put some clothes on because you have kids around and he had a temper tantrum so you decided to go and fix the problem.

“Here, boys, you can play video games on TV, OK? I have to go and talk to J and we’ll be back. Will you be good for me?”
“Yes, Auntie Y/N,” they both answer in the same time, pushing each other on the way to the couch, snickering.

You go in your master bedroom and you watch him for a few seconds as he slams stuff around, looking for something to wear, still mad. It makes you smile, he’s so dramatic sometimes. You lock the door, then sneak behind him and pull his towel away.

“I’m not in the mood for games,” he sulks, watching you throw the towel on the floor.

“I know why you’re grumpy, baby. You are sexually frustrated because we got interrupted last night.”
He squints his eyes, trying to say something but you don’t let him.

“I know exactly what you need, you have about 30 minutes before the boys get bored and come looking for us.”

You violently push him on the bed and his green hair gets all over his face.

“Jesus, woman, what the…” he lifts his head and watches you take your clothes off as fast as you can.

“Shut up! Like I said: about 30 minutes.”

“Wh-what am I supposed to do in only 30 minutes?!”

“Your best. Come on, let’s get it out of your system.”

“I’ll let you know, Kitten, this is not cool at all!… Ohhhh, come to Daddy,” he smirks when he sees you completely naked, forgetting his other speech.

“Try to be quiet,” you whisper, crawling on top of him and pressing your lips on his.

“I don’t wanna be quiet!” he gropes you, snarling.

“Jeez, stop being so feisty, you’re wasting time.”

*** You get your face out of the laptop, realizing it’s very quiet around the house. Where’s everybody? You walk around the cabin, then get outside. You circle around and finally see the Joker and the boys.

“See? You hold it like this and then you aim…”
“Baby, what are you doing?”

“I’m teaching them how to handle a gun,” he nonchalantly replies like it is the most normal thing in the world.

“Really?! Can you please put the gun away in the seif?! Seriously now!”

“But Uncle J is showing us his cool gun, we wanna see some moreeeee,” Kaden whines, causing Zane to do the same.

“Yes, we are doing some male bonding,” J yawns, kind of bored.

“Male bonding, male bonding!!!!!” the kids start jumping up and down, not understanding what he’s really referring to, but it sounds cool.

Maybe these brats have something going for themselves, the Joker thinks, watching you go back inside as you shake your head in disapproval.

*** Frost picked up his kids and now he’s driving back to Gotham, drinking his coffee and chatting with his wife while the boys are having fun in the back sit.

“Daddy, guess what?” Kaden gets his attention.

“What is it?”

“Did you know Uncle J saw God?”

Jonny smiles and the wife sighs.   Ahhhh, kids

“Did you know Auntie Y/N saw him too?”

“You don’t say, boys, that’s really something” he winks at the wife, sipping on the coffee.

“Yes, he said he sees God 10 to 12 times a week and he makes sure every time that Auntie sees him too.”
Frost spits out his coffee and slams the breaks in the middle of the road. He starts coughing, still chocking while laughing with all his heart.

“I’ll be damned, we need to catch up, darling,” he says turning towards his wife while she chuckles, entertained at the revelation. He wipes his mouth beginning to drive again. And then he decides:

“We need to let them babysit more often, this way we can find out all the dirty details.”

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http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

anonymous asked:

Arme and Sia are fighting over Mochi. Like... Who deserve Mochi more? (Bonus if Mochi heard their bantering and feel embarassed at their words~ thank you and I love your blog <3)

Arme looked at Sia’s bouquet of flowers on the table with a squint. Sia eyed Arme’s own gift as well, a small raspberry cake. Written on a ribbon around the flowers and in icing on top of the cake was Mochi’s name.

“Well, seems like we have a dilemma,” Arme was the first to break the heavy silence. “But if you were going to confess to him you can forget about it now. I deserve him much more.”

Sia took hold of his flowers and squeezed them, as if defending them from Arme. “I’ve been friends with him longer. The last thing he needs is a demanding, entitled brat of a Celestial.”

Arme’s hand hit the table, and his voice was rising in volume. “And what makes you think you can have him? Look at you, you can hardly take care of yourself, much less another being.”

He’d been calmer than Arme the whole time but he couldn’t help his voice quiver just a little from anger. “He likes me. I like him back. That’s all that matters.”

“But what if he likes me more?“

“Then I like him more than he likes you.”

“Well, then I love him!“

"Then give up, because I love him more!“ Sia’s voice was a lot louder without him even realizing it, to match Arme’s. Both unaware that upstairs, through the thin wooden boards, Mochi could hear everything. He felt too awkward to stop them right now, and listened to their banter with a red face and an embarrassed grin. At least before he heard things breaking.

anonymous asked:

Are you writing any fanfiction? Can u write even and isak painting a room in their house having a shirtless paint fight being grossly cute and arguing about how hot it is and why they chose that day to paint their room? And isak asking even to make him a sandwich and they only half paint the room cause they get distracted making out 😂😂 -kiba ❤️

KIBA. 

THAT IS FUCKING CUTE LIKE WHAT. Also it’s canon that Isak and Even spend as much time possible shirtless???? what even are these boys. 

I have about a thousand and one fics i want to write right now (though this seems like a cute one shot) and I’m not progressing in any of them because my mental state is not super great right now. 

Picture my mind like a yardsale. That a tornado went through :)

LISTEN TO HIM

Summary: Young!Pirate!Spain switches places with Older!Settled!Spain. And Mature!SouthItaly is left to pick up the pieces

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Spain took a sigh as he curled into his bed, yet for some reason he didn’t feel the rock of the ship lulling him back to rest. It was oddly still if he had to make assumptions. His brain went straight to the drink he had last night, or maybe add a S to drink. He had a lot. Maybe he snuck off the ship and was in some whore house and he was gonna wake up next to some diseased slut he banged so hard they forgot his name.

Pumping himself up he flung open his eyes and came face to face with Lovino. A screeched ripped through his throat as he pushed himself off the bed and backed himself into the wall. Did he have accidental sex with Lovino!! Not his poor baby Romano!

The screech Spain made aroused Lovino from his rest, he sat up and rubbed at his eye, only one of those fiery yellow eyes open as he stared at him with no shame. “What the hell,” he spat, “I was sleeping, if you wanna have a PTSD attack go sleep in the guest room.”

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Of cats and muses

This is my a little fic made as a gift for @anoverwhelmingquestion for the ”Shadowhunters Summertime Fest” exchange.

I’ve decided to post it here (instead of reblogging from the exchange site) because I want all of my fics to originate from this blog. And I came up with a small graphic that I didn’t submit there, so here’s hoping my giftee will like it.

I am… disappointed by the way the exchange worked. There was a lot of misinformation, miscommunication and overall confusion. I think someone more experienced should take over if there are plans for 2017 edition. I know I won’t take part in it, at least - I’ve been successfully discouraged by the whole ‘you didn’t submit your entry’ affair when I’ve done it before deadline.

PS: This is my 100th post on this blog. Yay?

Beta-read by @brizzbee

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Chairman Meow liked his life.

It was good. He had his routines and rituals, which dictated the pace of his existence. He usually started his day not long after dawn, stretched out in his bed in the corner of the living room, hidden partially - for privacy reasons - behind a statue of a naked lady with cut-off arms. Then a quick visit to the bathroom to do his business. By that time his water bowl was already refreshed and his food dish was filled; Magnus liked to get up early and make sure to take care of the priorities first. After breakfast Chairman was ready to start his day and pursue the activities worthy of a great feline.

Sleeping. Bird watching. Sleeping. Playing with Magnus’ ingredient collection. More sleeping.

Preferably in that order.

And maybe a little bit of interdimensional time traveling too, if that tiny portal underneath Magnus’ dresser was still open. He missed his friends on the other side, especially good old Erwin Schrödinger, always so lost in thought but always prepared with snacks on hand for his “muse.”

This day, however, his morning routine was ruined by the most unimaginable, atrocious and breath-taking scandal that Chairman could think of.

His food bowl was empty.

And that was not okay.

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fkpopfan  asked:

How would the boys act if they want to kiss you but you're sick

thanks for requesting! -Admin KT

Shownu

He would respect you not wanting to get him sick, but he will offer to take care of you while you recovered.

Originally posted by allbout-starshiplanet

Wonho

He would pout that you won’t kiss him and feel bad that you’re sick, so he would sing to you and tease you to make you laugh and feel better.

Originally posted by swaggymaknae

Minhyuk

This puppy will do anything to get a kiss, but you still refuse to kiss him because you don’t want him to miss out on anything with the group.

Originally posted by wonhontology

Kihyun

He will also sing to you and go into full mom mode. He would make you food to help with your sickness and fluff your pillow, etc.

Originally posted by kihqun

Hyungwon

He will be such a little brat and demand that you give him kisses, but when you refuse he’ll cuddle you and beg for a kiss. You give in eventually and kiss his cheek.

Originally posted by fy-hyungwonho

Jooheon

He will rap for you and do a lot aegyo to get a kiss, but when he sees you immune to it, he will sit next to you and just sing quietly, making sure you’re all bundled up.

Originally posted by michingorillah

I.M

I feel like he would be nervous to ask you for a kiss when you’re sick, so he would just kiss your hand and tuck you in, and read you your favorite book.

Originally posted by wonkyuns

anonymous asked:

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHOS STARTING TO SEE MUSCLE IN JEONGHANS ARMS, LIKE I KNOW HE'S ACTUALLY STRONG BUT HIS MUSCLES HAVE NEVER BEEN VERY PRONOUNCED BUT!!!!IM SEEING STRAIN IN HIS SHIRTS IM CRYINF

okay can wee talk about this for a second……….. how does a lazy ass demanding lil brat had such a godly arm ?…………….. how?

Hero Time: The Hero’s Reward

Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and related characters are the property of Rooster Teeth.
Warnings:
Language, Canon-typical violence, Alien-MPREG
Pairings:
Tuckington
Rating:
T
Synopsis:
[Vigilante AU] Tucker’s life has been weird for a while. Weird enough that finding a brightly clad jackass bleeding out in the restaurant’s dumpster isn’t probably the weirdest thing that’s going to happen to him that day. Shenanigans ensued pretty readily.

A/N: So a few months ago, I saw this amazing picture by @ashleystlawrence based on a vigilante-esque RvB AU she and @goodluckdetective were talking about, and in my enthusiasm and a reblog, I got involved and was given the free range to develop a story behind the picture. And from that awesome moment, and many other exciting storyboarding conversations, I was able to build an entire AU that I just fell in love with writing for.

What I wasn’t expecting at any point of this journey was to make so many amazing friends in the fandom nor garner the enormous support I have felt over the duration of publishing this fic. 

When I say that pumping out this story was a blast, I absolutely mean that it was a BLAST. I have met so many of you, gotten fanart and prompts and just excitement and comments from so many of you – I have honestly had no idea what to do with myself for a good portion of the time I’ve been publishing because honestly words fail to really capture how absolutely grateful I am to this fandom for making me feel at home and for making this story so monumentously fun to write.

It has been a lot of silly fun, but more than that it’s really felt like it’s had a heart of its own. And it’s because of that, even though our journey here in Hero Time is coming to an end, I can very excitedly let you know that the prequel – Texas Time – and the sequel – Double Time – will be coming out very soon. And due to some awesome support from people like @texelations, I will also be putting up an Hero Time playlist tomorrow.

Thank you all very much, and I hope this ending is as much a reward for you as it is our favorite heroes <3

And special thanks for the feedback to @secretlystephaniebrown, @ashleystlawrence, @tresa-cho, @the-anonymous-fangirl, @analiarvb, @freshzombiewriter, staininspace, Firelight_and_Rain, skyhawk424, NutellaoMutt, Yin, and HappyFunBallXD on  AO3 and tumblr!

He hated being asked a hundred questions. 

Tucker had a lot of things he didn’t like, honestly.

There was the stagnant smell that reminded him all too much of mop water in the back of the diner. There was the constant murmuring of hospital staff simultaneously aware and not aware at all of what the newest patients had gone through. And there was that one detective who was really barking up the wrong tree until Tex’s relative credibility saved Tucker from further annoyance by him.

Mostly there was the fact that a halfway reconstructed Church was babysitting Junior in what was left of Tucker’s apartment. That really annoyed the hell out of him.

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some doodles I did during overachieversloth’s join.me stream

Sage in a barrel is a joke from the stream

The one with Blake asking “does this bother u” while drinking from the “Human Tears” mug is from THIS QUALITY POST

Ladybug with Blake PROTECTING THE RUBBLE AT ALL COSTS FROM EVIL

Freezerburn with Weiss is being a brat and demanding a free ride from Yang

feeling ten feet off the ground

How about some late night smut? Sure, why not.

Feturing: bottom!Thor, teenaged Thor and Loki(17 & 16, respectively), and minimal editing(kinky)

~1600 words


Thor looked away from Loki and cleared his throat. His face was hot from embarrassment, his fingers twitching where they rested on his knees. He scratched the side of his neck as his brother continued to watch him, his face unreadable, as usual.

“Really?” Loki said when he finally spoke again, his voice oddly quiet.

Thor shrugged, daring to look at him again and giving him a small, crooked smile. “Yeah… I mean, I’ve been kinda thinking about since you seem to like it a lot and… I don’t know…”

Loki cracked a smile, his own cheeks pinker than they’d been a few minutes ago. “Okay.”

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You guys, my mentions are in an uproar because I demanded someone compensation for labor.

LIKE I SAID

Charge these entitled brats who DEMAND intellectual labor because 9 times out of 10, they’re just going to gaslight you once you respond.

Stay pressed.