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Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Thirty-Seven

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW **dirty dirty**

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Aria stood in the large space, which would become her second restaurant, the insides gutted and under construction. She was working with her contractor and designer to plan out the final placement of the dining and kitchen areas. Her mind was envisioning how she wanted everything, down to the seating area for those waiting for tables. Aria was consumed by planning every minute detail in order to avoid thinking about Jeffrey and the media. The length of time apart had made the heart grow fonder and the mind go crazier.

She’d come to realize she needed Jeffrey in her life more than she’d originally thought. He’d become a cornerstone to her mental stability and without him, she’d been spinning out. 

The medias efforts to drive her loony and film it, had not helped in the slightest. Ever since the pictures of Liam holding her, the paparazzi had been relentlessly following their every move. Every dirtbag with a camera was aching for a shot of Aria and Liam doing something inappropriate. It would be a huge payday for them and they were not taking any chances on missing it. 

Thankfully, Jeffrey was coming home the next morning and she couldn’t wait to finally see him in person. The lack of physical contact with him was not only sexually frustrating but emotionally draining. She wanted a Jeffrey Dean Motherfucking Morgan hug, the best kind of hugs on earth. He’d wrap her up from top to bottom, rock her back and forth, making everything all fucking better. 

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“Maybe Tomorrow” (Elorcan Fanfic) [Chapter 4]

My ducklings, it’s finally here. Five days late…. BUT IT’S HERE. I’m going to give you guys the release date for chapter five once I finish outlining the next chapter. But for now, ENJOY!!!!

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Music blaring, fingers drumming on the steering wheel, and eyes squinting to see through the rain, Elide made her way home after a long first day at school.

After lunch, the rest of Elide’s day had gone by rather, smoothly, so to speak. She didn’t share any classes with Aelin in the afternoon, and only shared math with one of Aelin’s friends: Manon. Much like during lunch, Manon had barely bothered to turn her head towards Elide the whole class, and the only sign of acknowledgement she had gotten from Manon was an occasional glance and raised eyebrow in her direction.

As Elide turned onto her street she took in a breath. Vernon was most likely still in the capital, catering to Erawan’s every need. The chances of him being home were slim.

And as she turned the corner, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw that her driveway was in fact empty. She was greeted, however, by the raspy barks and incessant excitement of a black and white border collie rather than her uncle’s gleaming black audi. Smiling, Elide turned off the ignition and jumped out of her car.

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Across the Hall Part 3

I hope this is okay to read. I hope y'all enjoy!


The small café was attached to the building I lived in, and if you didn’t pass by it every day, you probably would never notice it. I had been meaning to stop in over the week I had been in Seoul, but I didn’t have a chance with all of the office preparation and moving I had been doing.

I look a deep breath before opening the loud door, bowing at the owner sitting at the front counter. Jiyong and his friends were the only people at a table in the back of the room, so I made my way over to the group after mentally preparing myself for the worst.

“Hey,” I spoke softly, hoping to only gain the attention of the man I was intending to see.

Before Jiyong could open his mouth, however, the woman sitting next to him spoke up.

“Not to be rude or anything, sweetie, but he’s just here to have a good time with some friends. It would be really cool if you’d just let him be.”

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After 26 VERY long days, (THIS IS A RECORD TIME YOU GUYS!!!) I’ve just finished uploading the last page of this year’s @gishwhes book. I want to thank everyone who has participated throughout the past few years. You keep amazing me with your creativity and every single photo makes me so pumped about designing the book and the merchandise for gishwhes.

Designing for gishwhes has occupied a HUGE part of my life these past few years and it’s brought out the strangest and craziest side of my creative personality.

HUGE THANK YOU to @monicad-photography who’s been my partner in crime since the start for these books. And @everkings , who is such a talented lifesaver!

Yes, I’m sad this year was the last year of gishwhes. But if @mishacollins is to be believed, there’s probably something more insane around the corner. I do hope to be a part of whatever it is he throws our way, but until then WE ARE DONE!!!



Brick with Floral Medallion Design  Gyeongju National Museum Wolji, Gyeongju / Unified Silla / D. 35.0㎝  Bricks like this were used for flooring or decorating a building, and typically featured engravings of dragons or deer on the sides. Many bricks with deer designs have in fact been found at Wolji, but most of the bricks excavated from there have floral medallion designs on the face, demonstrating the popularity of such designs in the early Unified Silla Period. This particular brick has a lotus flower engraved in the center, surrounded by a large floral medallion design. Separate flower petal designs occupy all four corners for additional decoration. The full-bodied deer on the sides of the brick are surrounded by elaborate designs of vines, providing perfect symmetry and structural balance.


Artemis:  Three Kingdoms Korea

Context: I’m playing a half orc that with magic augmentation and good rolls has near godly strength but the brains of a peanut. He also happens to carry a goblin on his belt that tends to be his voice of reason.

Dm: “you find no means to unlock the door out of the room”

Me: “I grab the nearest item to bash down the door”

Dm: “ok, you have just launched your goblin at the door full force, roll to hit”

I roll and another player looks at the natural 20: “so what’s the critical range on a goblin?”

At this point the Dm hangs his head as a flying goblin obliterates a complex puzzle door designed to have us occupied for some time that session.

Confession (Jin x Reader)

Requested by anon: Omg i’ve been waiting for forever to request this 😏 Can we have a high school (boy in luv era) jin fluff or something bc i see fellow jin stans have requested smut already 😈😈

[[A/N: I hope you enjoyed it and I’m really sorry to have taken so long to complete it. I’ve been really busy these past months.]]


By the time you had arrived in class your designated seat had already been occupied by somebody else and it seemed that by the hands of fate you had no choice but to sit on to the only empty seat left which happened to be next to one of the most studious person in the class … Which, also, happened to be the guy that you found to be the most attractive in the whole school. You had only spoken to him a few times when you were in need of a pen or a deeper explanation of the work that was given to you. Of course, you understood very thoroughly every task your teacher ever set and you had more pens than you needed.

“Pen?” Jin asked as you took your place next to him. 

“Yes, please” You replied seeing him quickly and eagerly reach into his bag pack just to lend you a pen, lending it to you with a huge smile on his face. 

Having a schemingly perfect excuse to talk to him from time to time certainly came in handy. But with a face like that, who could really blame you for wanting to be blessed by the sight of it as often as humanly possible? His utter perfection boggled your simpleton mind. How could one person be so damn beautiful? His light brown hair with subtle highlights gloriously accentuated his silky smooth sun kissed skin. The dreamy, cute puppy dog eyes that peeked out from under said toffee strands could attract your attention from miles and miles away, but what you loved the most about him were those lips. Those juicy lips, those naturally tinted rosy lips, the very lips that you yearned to feel against your own. You loved every single detail of his face, but they were what absolutely drove you insane. You felt like an overexcited fangirl whenever your wandering eyes came to stop at them. Oh and his bod-

“You’ve got a little- Um” Even though he spoke quietly it didn’t stop him from abruptly disrupting the flow of your thoughts. 

“Huh?” You said staring at him blankly. Despite the fact that he kept pointing just below the corner of his lip, you couldn’t really comprehend what it was that he was trying to point out and why he couldn’t just take it off for you if it was bothering him so much. Instinctively, you touched the exact place in which he was pointing at, however to your surprise, you couldn’t feel anything and you were starting to speculate if he was simply just doing this in order to make conversation with you. 

“You’re touching the wrong side, it’s over there.” Delicately placing his fingers around your wrist, he attempted to guide you towards what ever it was that seemed to be on your face. 

“Where is it? What is it?” You asked feeling yourself getting rigid with nervousness due to how unbelievably tender and warm the contact of his skin felt against your own. It was a feeling that you were not used to but yearned.

“Ah, just come here” His tone had an element of frustration which caused you to become slightly troubled as to what he meant by ‘come here’ when you were already sat right next to him. 

“But I’m already he-” You saw him get a tissue out of the pocket of his blazer and you honestly thought that he was going to hand it to you so you could wipe away at what was near the corner of your mouth. Instead he did it for you, with light strokes and at that moment you could have sworn that time had dragged itself out. You found the fact that he seemed so concentrated in what he was doing to be cute. In a way, he was actually taking care of you and you enjoyed every second of it. 

“Thank you” You whispered as soon as he had finished with a subtle smile drawing itself upon your lips. 

“It’s okay” He chuckled nervously as his eyes met yours … Ugh, his gaze provoked the pattern of your beating heart to intensify. “I mean … It’s not everyday that I have to clean a bit of drool at the corner of a girl’s mouth , but, uh, you’re welcome.” 

Your cheeks began reddening of a deeper shade by the mere second. Saying that you were embarrassed was an understatement, if there was a rock for you to hide under then you would have probably done it by now.

“____, it’s fine, I don’t blame you so don’t beat yourself up about it.” You didn’t know whether he was being genuine or if he was joking around but contrary to the smile he had expected to see on your face, he heard an exasperated sigh pass your lips as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. It may not have seemed a big deal - having drooled a bit and all - but to you, this was the last thing that you would have imagined happening to you in front of your crush. It was impossible to say how you felt emotionally, however, physically it felt as if a wave constructed of cold ice had washed all over you.

“_____?” He leaned forward as to get a better view of your face, he seemed both confused and concerned and at that moment you wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of here. 

Your eyes darted in the direction of the clock positioned near the top of the interactive white board and … Alas, you were saved by the bell. Without as much as looking back, hurriedly you packed your stuff, grabbed your bag and left in a hurry, as if you urgently had some place to be … For the record, you didn’t. 

Hundreds of students started filling up all the empty spaces in the hallway. Therefore your journey towards your locker was delayed by people pushing through to find their own way, though, eventually you got to where you needed to be. You started putting your stuff in your locker, desperately wishing that there was a possibility in which you could get to turn back time and re-start the whole day on a high. 

As you closed the door of your locker, you felt someone leave a light tap on your shoulder. The person’s touch was gentle yet it wasn’t something you were expecting considering you weren’t used to people bothering you when you were near your locker, in other words you were startled to a great extent and in a swift movement you were turned around to see who it was. You were deeply flustered when it was in fact Jin’s face that greeted your vision causing you to walk backwards, pushing your body further against your locker until there was no where else for you to go. Jin started furrowing his eyebrows as he leaned one of his arms against your locker, his hand was placed just a bit above your head as he looked down at you. He gave you the impression that he was about to close off your personal space but all he did was bring his lips close to your ear. 

“Meet me at the rooftop” he murmured. You felt your body go all tense for the second time today and you hoped that he would see it as a sign of discomfort, even though it wasn’t that at all. The only thing he feared at that moment, would have been you refusing to acknowledge what he was saying to you. 

“Jin, I-”

“Now!” he said in a tone that was subtly intoxicated with annoyance.

His hand found your wrist and with all his strength he led you to the fire exit staircase. At this rate, you knew that you were going to be very late to your next lesson but you didn’t care. Some sort of adrenaline rush installed itself inside you as you were walking up the stairs with him … being dragged by  the wrist up the stairs by him. 

More minutes had passed by in silence before you and Jin got closer to the door of the rooftop. Once you both arrived at your destination, you felt his grasp on you slip away and you noticed the expression on his face softening as his eyes stayed fixated on you. 

You suspected that your heart was pounding aggressively at your ribcage because of all the fatigue that was caused when you were walking up the countless steps, but you knew that a huge part of it was linked to Jin and it had to do with how he was looking at you with this immense amount of appreciation. 

“Jin, why did you bring me here?” To your dismay, the tone of uncertainty in your voice was greater than you had anticipated which surprisingly triggered a sly smirk to pull at one of the corner of his lips.

“I like you, _____”  You were surprised at how composed and relaxed he appeared but at the same time you were so focused on not fainting and you feared that your heart would escape through your chest because of how fast it was beating.

“W-what did you just say?” Your eyebrows quivered as they rose, you weren’t sure whether you were excited or shocked over what you thought you had just heard though whichever it was, it caused millions of tiny butterflies to swirl at the pit of your stomach disallowing your adrenaline rush from leaving. 

“You heard me. I like you, a lot. I love the way you always ask me to lend you a pen when I can clearly see some in the pocket of your blazer, I love it when you look at me during class thinking that I can’t see you in the corner of my eyes … But what I love the most is having you by my side, even if it’s only for an hour. Your presence in my life is essential and I need it. I need you.”

You were trying so hard to look cool that you were sure the massive grin on your face was what gave you away. Jin started approaching you, getting ready to reach for your hands. “Hold on” you said putting your hands behind your back “I didn’t really hear that last part. Can you please repeat what you said?”

“From now on, I want to take care of you. I want you to only have eyes for me and I just want you to be mine.” He cupped your face in his soft hands, faintly squishing your cheeks before saying “I need you” once more. His face became so dangerously close to your own that you felt the tip of his nose lightly brush against yours and his lips were just about a millimeter apart from your own that if either of you did as much as move a muscle your lips would have came crashing into contact with one another. But apparently, the interruption of the last school bell was a sign that the day of your first kiss was not destined to be today.

 If anything, the bell reminded you that you had left your stuff in your locker. Jin sort of stood there dumbfounded by how quick you were to get distracted from what was about to happen. As you made your way back to the rooftop door you could feel his gaze piercing right through you, a part of you felt guilty for not having kissed him but another part of you felt as though the moment would have been a bit rushed. Your mind was not at all at ease and to add to the situation, you struggled to open the door. 

Jin watched in confusion as he couldn’t understand why you were struggling to open the door, therefore a couple of seconds after he followed after you and asked “What’s wrong?” Though, you could tell he wasn’t talking about the door, you knew exactly what he was talking about but right now the kiss and the confession were shoved right to the back of your mind. You thought hard about why the door wouldn’t open and you finally recalled the fact that it was a door that could only be opened from the interior.

“Jin,” you said trying your hardest to not freak out as he hummed in response “We’re locked outside.”

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spazzyena  asked:

I don't know what's scarier, the side/background character design in AOSTH or Sonic Underground

Well beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but let’s cross examine both shows anyway because I’m bored.

Both AoStH and Sonic Underground’s Mobius’s were depicted as being very alien worlds, with very diverse populations.

The tendency in AoStH however was to have ‘funny animals’ as side characters, like Roxy Raccoon or Captain Rescue, who despite being the same species look very different with Roxy being more in line with a Sonic character design (and remember this was back when only Sonic and Tails were the only animal Sonic characters) and Rescue being more of a traditional funny animal.

When it came to background characters it varied from episode to episode, usually the communities Sonic came across would have a majority species, such as the beaver community in ‘Baby Sitter Jitters’, or the sausage community in ‘Too Tall Tails’. However a lot of the time there would be a mixture of funny animals and surreal/alien designs in crowd scenes.

Generally speaking though the  more surreal designs don’t bother me so much in AoStH, they fit in with the cartoony aesthetic the show goes for, really in most cases the colouration is a bigger problem for a lot of them.

It is also worth noting that human/humanoid beings appear in AoStH unlike Underground as side/background characters, and appear to co-exist with the other Mobians.

Also, unlike Underground actual extra-terrestrials appear, such as the amoebae-like Prince Charnock and the human (well, Amazon) Katella.

Sonic Underground’s Mobius on the other hand tended to have very alien-like funny animals/alien creatures for their side/background characters.

Interestingly the aristocrats all seemed to be mostly animal creatures, while a lot of the underclass were the weird mutant-like creatures.

As for side characters Underground did have some alright designs like Cyrus and his dad. Though you also had things like, that baby..

Ultimately however I’d say that in a lot of cases ‘it varies’, a lot of the designs in both shows are ‘ugly’ for various reasons. However I’d say AoStH’s simplicity allows most of it’s designs to fall either under the ‘cutesy’ or the ‘surreal 30s cartoon’ aesthetics. While most of Undergrounds designs just look, well, ugly, maybe it’s all the liver spots they tended to give them. I don’t know I like simplicity, while Undergrounds designs occupy an awkward middle ground between simple and interestingly complex for me, eye of the beholder again. Also, Sonic Underground had Satan’s baby in it

I’m am biased, I’ll happily admit, but I far prefer the side/background characters in AoStH, frankly they are a lot more memorable and /or funny. Not to mention that at the end of the day a lot of them look rather nice when rendered by a good artist and/or just require a few tweaks (oh, and Katella). While even Jon Gray can’t even get Dingo to look good.

- NotAnotherSonicDA (and no that’s not my Deviantart, I wish I could draw like that, I’ve just wanted to randomly plug someone for a while)

Germany is Deutschland

The English name “Germany” is derived from the Latin word Germania, which, at the time of the Gallic War (58–51 BC), was used by the Romans to designate various peoples occupying the region east of the Rhine. In German, Germany is actually called DEUTSCHLAND, derived from a Germanic root meaning volk, or people. A Latin document from the Frankish court of 786 uses the term “theodisca lingua” to refer to the colloquial speech of those who spoke neither Latin nor early forms of the Romance languages. From this point on, the term “deutsch” was employed to mark a difference in speech, corresponding to political, geographic, and social distinctions as well. Since, the Frankish and Saxon kings of the early Middle Ages sought to characterize themselves as emperors of Rome, it does not seem valid to infer an incipient form of national consciousness. By the 15th century, the designation Heiliges Römisches Reich (Holy Roman Empire) was supplemented with the qualifying phrase “deutscher Nation” (’of the German nation”). Still, it’s important to note that, at that point in history, the phrase “German nation” referred only to the Estates of the Empire - dukes, counts, archbishops, electoral princes, and imperial cities - that were represented in the Imperial Diet. Nevertheless, this self-designation indicates the desire of the members of the Imperial Estates to distinguish themselves from the curia in Rome, with which they were embroiled in a number of political and financial conflicts.

The area that became known as Deutschland had been nominally under the rule of the German king - who was usually also the Roman emperor - since the 10th century. In fact, though, the various territories, principalities, counties, and cities enjoyed a large degree of autonomy and retained distinctive names and traditions, even after the founding of the nation-state - the Kaiserreich/German Empire - in 1871. The names of older territories, such as Bayern, Brandenburg, and Sachsen - are still kept alive in the designations of some of today’s federal states. Other older names, such as Schwaben and Franken, refer to “historical landscapes” within the modern federal states or straddling their boundaries. Regional identities such as these are of great significance for many Germans. The current German state, the Federal Republic of Germany, was founded in 1949 in the wake of Germany’s defeat in WW2. At first, it consisted of West Germany (occupied by British, French, and American forces) with East Germany (occupied by the Russians) behind the Iron Curtain. In 1990 when Germany reunited, 5 new states were added from the East, the former Soviet zone, which in 1949 had become the DDR. Since 1990, Germany has consisted of 16 federal states: Baden-Württemberg, Bayern, Berlin, Brandenburg, Bremen, Hamburg, Hessen, Niedersachsen, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Nordrhein-Westfalen, Rheinland-Pfalz, Saarland, Sachsen, Sachsen-Anhalt, Schleswig-Holstein, and Thüringen.

Intellectual Honesty & Unpleasant Truths…

“A deceiver will never lack victims for his deceptions.” —Machiavelli

With thirty years of training in the martial arts, I can say this with absolute certainty:

There is no consistent, reliable way to stop a motivated attacker with a knife. Furthermore, there is no consistent, reliable way to disarm a motivated attacker with a knife.

That’s not to say that nobody has ever beat the odds and done it, of course they have. People win the lottery too. If someone is teaching you to defend against a knife assault with the caveat that in a real life situation it probably won’t work, but it may increase your odds of survival a bit, I have no issue with that. But if anyone tells you they can teach you to effectively counter a real-life knife assault they’re either delusional or they’re lying to you.

As a martial arts instructor I’m not supposed to tell you this. There is an unspoken agreement amongst martial arts instructors that such things are best left unsaid — it’s bad for business. We’re supposed to be in the business of selling answers. The bitter truth, however, is that sometimes they’re isn’t an answer. So rather than peddling comforting lies, here I am up on my soapbox pimping doubt.

I’m sure that some people are going to read this and immediately start rationalizing why this isn’t true and pontificating on how their system is different. They’ll assume I’m simply unaware of the magic bullet that was shared with them — the secret set of techniques that make such things possible. If you want to believe that, I’m not going to try to change your mind. If you find yourself having such thoughts, it’s probably best that you stop reading now, because it gets worse…

The issue of knife disarming is systemic of a much larger issue within the martial arts — another truth that is supposed to remain unspoken:

Most of what your are taught exists only to eat up class time.
A profitable martial arts program is generally 80% — 90% “busy work”. It’s designed to keep you occupied and to keep you paying. Most martial arts programs aren’t in the business of making you proficient, they’re in the business of selling you the illusion of proficiency.

Long complex routines, prearranged two-man drills with endless variations, convoluted locks and techniques, flashy knife and gun disarms — all of it is designed to you make you believe that you’re more adept than you really are. The money is in selling the belief.
Of course, there are ancillary benefits. You get exercise, gain confidence, meet people, and have fun. You also pick up a few fighting skills in the process. But this doesn’t change the fact that only 10% - 20% of the skills and techniques that are taught in most programs have realistic combat applications.

There are exceptions, but the masses don’t gravitate towards this kind of training. Mastering real fighting skills is boring, grueling, and repetitive. Techniques are simple and versatile, but generally not aesthetically pleasing to watch or particularly fun to train. Being prepared for real violence means having your ego checked — a lot. It means being put into scenarios where you will sometimes fail, and have to carry that failure home with you. It often means having to admit to yourself that a lot of what you may have learned elsewhere simply doesn’t work. Most of all, it means having a realistic assessment of your own skills and limitations.

It’s not for everybody…