did i just hear an opinion

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  1. “That’s starting to get annoying”
  2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
  3. “You can’t just sit there all day.”
  4. “I’m too sober for this.”
  5. “I’m not here to make friends.”
  6. “I need a place to stay.”
  7. “Well, that’s tragic.”
  8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
  9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
  10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
  11. “Dear Diary, …”
  12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
  13. “I lost our baby.”
  14. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
  15. “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
  16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
  17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
  18. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”
  19. “You’re Satan.”
  20. “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
  21. “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
  22. “Did you just hiss at me?”
  23. “Do you really need all that candy?”
  24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
  25. “I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
  26. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
  27. “No. Regrets.”
  28. “How drunk was I?”
  29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”
  30. “Be you. No one else can.”
  31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”
  32. “I locked the keys in the car.”
  33. “Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
  34. “You work for me. You are my slave.”
  35. “Take your medicine.”
  36. “They’re monsters.”
  37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”
  38. “Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
  39. “It’s your turn to make dinner.”
  40. “The kids, they ambushed me.”
  41. “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
  42. “Stop being so cute.”
  43. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”
  44. “You need to see a doctor.”
  45. “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
  46. “I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
  47. “Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
  48. “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
  49. “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
  50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”
  51. “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
  52. “There’s a herd of them!”
  53. “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
  54. “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
  55. “You’re a nerd.”
  56. “I’m late.”
  57. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
  58. “You smell like a wet dog.”
  59. “I could punch you right now.”
  60. “Are you going to talk to me?”
  61. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
  62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
  63. “Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
  64. “Here, take my blanket.”
  65. “I don’t want you to stop.”
  66. “How could I ever forget about you?”
  67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
  68. “Run for it!”
  69. “We need to talk.”
  70. “Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
  71. “I want a pet.”
  72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
  73. “I’m not wearing a dress.”
  74. “I’m not wearing a tie.”
  75. “Quit beating me up!”
  76. “Please put your penis away.”
  77. “It’s a Texas thing.”
  78. “Don’t argue. Just do it.”
  79. “I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
  80. “Does he know about the baby?”
  81. “Hold still.”
  82. “I just ironed these pants!”
  83. “Enough with the sass!”
  84. “Show me what’s behind your back.”
  85. “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
  86. “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
  87. “Stay awake.”
  88. “STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
  89. “You’re not interested, are you?”
  90. “I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
  91. “Tell me you need me.”
  92. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
  93. “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
  94. “I had a bad dream again.”
  95. “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
  96. “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
  97. “You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
  98. “The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
  99. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
  100. “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

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OKAY SUPERCORP/KARAMEL RANT

**Please read** This all really needs to be said. However, before I go further I want you all to understand that this isn’t meant to be a hate paragraph or to purposefully put those who like Mon-El and/or Karamel down. At this point, all the disagreeing and fighting will do nothing. So I’m asking kindly that if you’re going to add something to this post- that it is filled with positive intent. 

 Anyhow, to my point:

I do watch Supergirl by the way, but I truly believe this concerns a wide variety of people. Whether you’re a fan of The 100, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Walking Dead, or just a person living your life… All I hope is that we all try to grasp the reality of what is truly going on. Now I will centralize this long rant towards Supergirl however. For those of you who don’t know what is going on there is a conflict between fans who ship this character, Mon-El, together with Supergirl/Kara and fans who ship Lena Luthor with Supergirl/Kara. Now, in my humble opinion, the big issue isn’t about straight v.s lgbt people and I will go on about that later… but the fact that she is with someone like Mon-El. Now what do I mean by ‘someone like Mon-El’… before certain people get mad I want to emphasize that I’m simply pointing out what happened in the show. 

This is long as hell just fyi.

1) The way Mon-El reacts to most things is through violence. In fact, the moment he wakes up he chokes Kara. And there’s this: 

(his words in white)

And the scene where Mon-El robs Brian; using his powers for selfish reasons.

He even calls her names. And notice how he does this the moment Kara disagrees with him. A reaction that does more harm than good. On the other hand, when Kara and Lena disagree on something (in ep. 2x03) they simply talk it out. They ask questions, explain, clarify, and come to an understanding.

Now, I’m not here to say that I have NEVER agreed with anything Mon-El has said, actually I applaud him for accepting Maggie and Alex’s relationship the way he did, but that’s just the thing. The opinions/beliefs he has don’t come from himself. Most of what he thinks is based off of what he’s seen on Daxam. He really isn’t at all mature. He isn’t by any means and it’s simply the truth. Now hear me out-

This is what I mean by he isn’t mature: How many times has Kara asked him politely and specifically not to do something but without hesitation still does it? And how many times has he had to beg for forgiveness? 

In addition, he doesn’t have knowledge of what respect truly means. What’s interesting though about this scene in particular- is how it’s supposed to be a ‘funny’ scene. Mon-El’s character is written in as ‘funny’ and ‘aloof’… but it sends a poisonous message- that Kara’s feelings aren’t to be taken seriously. And this show is literally supposed to be about her. Not a guy who thinks it’s his duty to ‘defend her honor’ and then complains about it.

Now I know that this was how people on Daxam acted and their way of life was for the most part, sexist, racist, etc. But that still doesn’t give him an excuse to act the way he does. 

2) Lena herself comes from a family with twisted values as well. She is adopted into the Luthor family and has had close to no friends most of her life. And yet she’s still capable of being a perfectly decent person. 

She does save the alien population not once, but twice. So not only is Lena proved time and time again that she’s a good person, but her relationship with Kara (btw I call it a ‘relationship’ just like the writers do)… is not even close to toxic, detrimental, or abusive. It’s the complete opposite.

Protect yourself”

“I can take care of myself”

3) Being in a healthy relationship is about the effort between two willing people… at the same time, knowing your boundaries whilst encouraging one another.

4) Kara deserves someone who fully acknowledges her efforts and is grateful for them



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themarslion  asked:

What's you're favorite anime and/or video game?

Okay, before I answer this: I’m 44 years-old and I don’t have the time or focus to watch thousands of hours of anime like I did when I was a kid and we got bootleg VHS copies of whatever was available at the local comic convention. Whenever this comes up, someone who is younger than my children has LOTS OF OPINIONS about why I’m too late to the party, or boring, or whatever. I don’t need to hear that, so save your time, if you’re thinking it’s a good idea (this isn’t just YOU, you, I mean it’s the entire Tumblr “you”).

Recently, I have loved One Punch Man, Psycho Pass, and Ergo Proxy. I’m very late to the party on Cowboy Bebop, but I have massively loved every episode I have watched.

I was so into Death Note, but I got really bored about 15 or so episodes in, where I felt like two minutes of story were stretched out into 30 minutes of show.

I watch dubs and subs, depending on my mood. I know a lot of people who do the dubs (and I’ve done them, myself) so I know that time and energy and effort goes into making them as faithful to the original intent and performance as possible.


I don’t have a single favorite video game. At the moment, I’m replaying some NES games on my RetroPie, and I’m working my way through maybe actually completing the story in GTA V for the first time. But I’ll never say no to Robotron, Black Widow, Dr. Mario, Mr. Do!, or Sinistar.

Oh, and I’m having a good time playing TopSoil on my phone when I poop.

Reiji’s Sleeping Vampire

No one reads this but I’ll say my spiel anyway. The entire reason I bought a fucking PS Vita and bought freaking Vandead Carnival was so that I could do this. Because it isn’t anywhere.  And tbh going through Reiji’s things just pisses me off all the more because yeah he’s a dick but all the guys are and deep down he’s so fucking genuine?? So please, appreciate Reiji-sama. Translation was done by me and my questions were answered by boyfriend-sama so everyone give him thanks or else I’d still be pulling my hair out XD So yeah. Enjoy~ 

*Do not use without explicit permission*


Oh, did you wake up? Ah…were you planning to sleep?

That’s perfect. Well then, how about sleeping?

Even if you say that, you’re not in bed.

You don’t understand? It should be different from usual.

*sighs*…it doesn’t make sense to try and explain things to a dull woman like you.

Oh, I see. The luxurious one is different.

The way this feels…you can understand just by touching it. You, however…

That’s right. Isn’t it different from yesterday?

I had it measured while you were at school.

The bed is an antique so I left it as is, I only changed the sheets.

Because it was ordered from a well respected shop in Western Europe…I came to hear opinion.

Despite that, I’m amazed that I did not get the answer that I wanted to hear the most.

You still don’t seem to know the difference. It seems it’s best to leave your bed as is.

Good grief… it’s problematic for you to be at the same level as my brothers…

Hah? What are you talking about?

Isn’t it obvious that only the bed sheets and pillow case were changed?

The triplets are sleeping so they wouldn’t mind.

It is doubtful that Subaru would be sleeping in a bed.

I don’t need to explain that, do I?

Anyway, you are the only one who would use it.

That is why, I came to hear your opinion…

I tried sleeping by myself to make sure there is nothing wrong with it.

The sheets on this bed are mine. And of course, you are too.

Even saying that, I can’t find a reason to blame you for wanting to sleep beside me.

You know, don’t you? As long as you know that’s fine.

Even so, it’s the truth. That this has a nice and soft touch.

The firmness of the mattress is just right for me. How does it feel for you?

That’s a rather simple answer. If you could give me something more concrete, I’d like to hear it.

For example, to what degree is your body sinking into the mattress?

If you said that you are not sleeping because you are next to me, that is an invalid argument.

Because like this it won’t be long before you’re sleeping next to me.

Please think for yourself what that means.

How is it? This feeling of our bodies against each other…don’t you think it’s wonderful?

The feeling of the elasticity pushing back on your body. It’s the perfect balance.

You don’t know? *he sighs*…How troublesome.

Why did I even change yours…you understand at least that much, don’t you?

I do not need thanks. *sighs* Explaining it to a disappointing person like you would be as painful as breaking a bone.

You must understand your position.

You’re food, aren’t you? (He says this super teasingly though not very condescending like)

That’s why, you have to sleep well and stay healthy.

I have a duty to keep you in top physical condition with a good environment.

Kuku. I’m not worried about your body.

Would you let me suck blood from an unhealthy body?

The state of your blood, of course, is important, but so is your skin.

If your scars don’t heal quickly, then it will be a burden on your body.

It may eventually lead to discomfort of the whole body.

You yourself know best don’t you?

Well, that’s that. But there are things to that which make it convenient.

If my bite remains on your skin forever…

That would be a mark of my posession.

Even if you accidentally got caught by another man with your clothes all ripped…

If there were a lot of bite marks on your skin left by me, it will show that I own you, no?

Yes, in fact, if someone tries to ignore the number of perfectly beautiful bites that I have given you…

If such a reckless man exists, I will eliminate him before he reaches you.

Kuku…then? No matter what sort of hand touches you, I will erase it.

However, it seems that you like and are prone to falling into traps. So please, be careful.

Being sleep deprived and spaced out is not an excuse.

In that case, please try and have a proper sleep.

That said…what is with your sleeping posture?

With that sort of cheap pajama material, no matter how much you change the bedding it will not matter.

Because the design was cute, that’s why you picked it? You truly are a shallow person.

It seems as though there are several things in which I will have to properly train you again.

“Negligence” is the meaning of the word “sloppy”

Sleep quality is reduced with such negligence.

Here, touch my clothes.

Do you understand? What kind of material this is…

Yes, silk. Once you feel how smooth this is, you can never choose anything else.

Of course, this bed and pillow cover are also silk. You’ve noticed this much at least, haven’t you?

What a surprised sound you made…well, that’s fine.

Because silk is also excellent in humidity, it is perfect for wearing.

I will give you some next time.

In that case…well, let’s keep a design in mind for the moment.

It is important to choose something that would suit you.

You do not have to thank me. Because what is most suitable for you, that is something I know most.

Wide shouldered with an open neckline, a one-piece design would be good, wouldn’t it?

You’ll get cold? You don’t need to worry about such things.

If I suck your blood, your skin begins to heat up, and then you will no longer be cold.

If you twist your body and raise your voice, it’s only natural…for you.

That’s right, I’ve seen your twisted figure, it is useless to deny.

Lift up your face.

It seems you misunderstood. Honestly…you are a foolish person no matter how much time passes.

What you need is to be properly groomed, since you are only food.

In order to become suitable…do you understand now?

Even so…why are you looking at me with such eyes?

I have not said a single word of this thinking of you.

Despite this, I have told you what suits you.

It is natural to think that based on subjectivity? Think of your position.

Well even then. I need to know your hobbies.

If you want, I will give it a little thought.

I do not feel like giving you excessive expectation. Please do not hesitate.

[Your name]

What are you laughing for? Stop giving such a frustrating reaction.

*sighs* Is it not time you went to bed?

You are not sleepy? Please do not say such stupid things.

Even though I already explained this much, it’s amazing you can still say such things.

I see. It is important for you to consider actions that are in accordance with my will.

Are there secrets to sleeping well? That is something that exists without a doubt.

Speaking of things that make for a pleasant sleep, it is said that it is better to have a hot drink before going to sleep, no?

You already drank some? For once you had a good idea.

Then? What on earth did you drink?

Black tea?

Why did you choose black tea?

Enough already, tell me. Could it be that you heard it was good for sleep?

*sighs* As expected, you are disappointing.

Are you unaware that black tea, just like coffee, have the effect to hinder sleep?

No matter how relaxing the fragrance, you should avoid them because of such ingredients.

If you put something in the tea, though, the story may be different.

Yes. Because if you become unconscious, then you will sleep well.

Would you like to test it now? (The words he uses for this here already imply that he’s not being serious)

If you do not want to be told such a joke, then please correct yourself first.

Honestly, to be misled by such a rumor, you are a human that cannot be helped.

If you only listen to “others” you’ll only end up hurting yourself.

You only ever have to listen to what I say.

There’s no objection, right?

Before going to bed, hot milk is best. It would be good to drink some from now on.

It is important to do so, without question.

Let’s order some milk from the ranch. Getting it fresh every day would be good.

I don’t have to go that far? Exactly what are you misunderstanding?

I do not feel like drawing out your thoughts. This is simply all part of “food” (he’s referring to her) management.

Honestly…No matter how many times I say it, you never understand…*sighs*

I do not like doing things half-way. Even if it is something like “food” management.

In order to finish things perfectly, it is important not to go crazy for anything.

If you can move exactly how I’d like, I would not have to go this far.

It seems like you have a talent for making trouble for me… it’s upsetting.

…If you understand, then.

Go to sleep.

Why is it that you have to be ordered by me.

Moreover, you would like for me to leave the room. (It sounds awkward in translation, I wasn’t sure how to word it. But basically he’s annoyed by the fact that he constantly has to tell her things and she has no initiative on her own. And on top of no initiative, she wants him to leave the room so she can sleep alone)

No good. Since today I changed the pillow, I will stay here until you fall asleep.

Because it seems that you cannot sleep now that the pillow has been changed.

Well, you didn’t even notice that the pillow had been changed. Truly a disappointing woman. Be mindful of it.

Now, sleep. Close your eyes…yes.

-cuts to black-

*Reiji sighs*

Why is your body stiff?

With that sleeping face, you will be tired. That’s obvious isn’t it?

Please try your best to sleep. For example, isn’t there a pointless human saying about sheep?

Well, I don’t think such a thing will work. It is meaningless to know what little people think.

However, maybe it suits you. Try it.

*laughing* Did you really try it?

I don’t trust something so ridiculous…it’s silly.

But that’s exactly why…this foolish way suits you.

What happened? For you to be speaking to me while counting

Even with your eyes closed, can you feel my gaze on you?

There is no problem with that. Why should one take their eyes away from the target?

I must stay here until I can confirm that you are sleeping properly.

Or, could you be saying that I am an inconvenience by staying here?

If so, you must let me hear the reason. Come, say it.

It’s embarrassing? What are you saying?

I do not understand what it means to be embarrassed being next to me.

Think about it. Isn’t it funny for prey to be embarrassed by being near me?

Hm… Is there a different reason? It is nonsense to focus on one assumption.

So what other reason is there?

Are you feeling embarrassed that once again you’ve realized you are incompetent unlike myself?

Or are you feeling the shame and self pity for being unable to fulfill your role as food?

Later on, you will realize the advantage you have by having me.

This is how I…is it because I am staring at you from such a short distance?

Oh? It seems I found the answer.

*opens eyes*

-cuts to Reiji again-

Didn’t I tell you not to open your eyes?

*chuckles* Were you planning on stealing a glance?

If you’re planning to continue looking…

How about I look directly at you?

What’s wrong? You wanted to see, didn’t you?

It’s fine.

Ah, that’s right….this is a good opportunity. With such a thing, let us graduate from what is upsetting us.

From here on, I will allow you to get used to it.

So then, please adjust your gaze. Do not look away, please continue watching.

Excuse me.

Your pulse is faster than usual. I will keep this in mind.

With your eyes fixed on me…it may be more effective if we are closer together.

Woops. I cannot give you the option to escape.

I can’t bring you closer because I already have you roughly by the wrists…

That’s no fun. Then, come, closer to me. (the game makes you touch the screen so that you’ll get closer)

More.  Even closer.

What are you waiting for? I do not remember telling you to stop.

At this distance our lips will touch? *chuckles*…is there something wrong?

There is no problem. Continue…Or do you not want to touch me?

What are you saying after coming such a distance?

Kiss me.  (Ok the feel of this gets completely lost and I hate it but idk how the fuck else to translate it. It’s not as direct or harsh, it’s pretty soft the way he says it, more like he is requesting one from her, like ‘from you, a kiss if you please’ but not in so many words)

This is an order. You must absolutely obey my instructions.

Why are you upset? Even if you make me wait, I will not spoil you.

You understand don’t you?…Since expressions of commitment are fine, do hurry up.

*you have to touch the screen again for a kissu!*

*Reiji sighs*

Why did you avert your eyes?

Look while kisses are exchanged (ok but bastard closed his eyes in the CG??)

Yes, of course I was going to be looking to check.

However, even disciplining you in this fashion, it will take hundreds of years.

You can overwrite such feelings of embarrassment with something that feels good.

Don’t you think?

Furthermore, no one is saying to kiss deeply or intensely.

As for myself, I do not mind trying a kiss like…

I will dare to leave you here. It will also convey to me what sort of feelings you have.

However, I do not know how you truly think of me.

If it is to me, it is fine to show it as you’d like.

Why do you have such disappointed eyes?

*heroine closes eyes and kisses him*

Nn…

*opens eyes again*

Was this your answer?

*his smile gets bigger*

 …No, this is fine. It is not enough but…I understand.

Very well….*kisses her some more*

Your gaze…do not divert it…*more slow sensual kisses*

I would not say it is embarrassing, would you?

This kiss…

Because I received it from you.

I will let you get used to it….*more kissing*

*scoffs* What happened? Making that sort of face, your blood pressure is rising.

The blood vessels in you human beings are incredibly fragile, so please be careful.

But can you stop having such labored breathing over something like this?

It is not pleasure I want you to remember. It is comfort.

By touching your hands, forehead, lips.

I can understand that comfort has been gained.

Do you believe me?

*scoffs* What’s with that happy answer?

…if you say that, then calm down the speed of your pulse and relax.

And with that, you should try to sleep well.

Oh? Are you forgetting now? I came to manage your sleep.

That is why you must understand the original purpose exactly.

Are you going to sleep well?

I see. You are a troublesome woman.

Well then, for a little more…we can touch each other.

Calling it skinship is a bit awkward, but it cannot be helped.

Please do not be conceited. I do not accept all of your actions.

Well, like this…it is not so bad to feel warmth.

What? Do not hold someone’s hand without permission.

Your head? ….Like this?

*laughs* What sort of face are you making? In a stupid way, like that of a dog being groomed…it’s a happy face.

You’re the only woman who accepts my hand in such a happy way.

Good grief, for you to relax in such a way…

It seems that I will have to go to bed next to you every day…

Let’s do it like this for a while…just stroking…

Goodnight, [Your name]

*closes eyes*

*small pause*

*Reiji sighs*

*eyes open*

When I am with you…my condition gets worse.

This…you are sleeping unprotected in my arms…you are truly a strange person.

But, for sleeping side by side to be so comfortable…

It was unnecessary to point it out. Nevertheless…why?

This satisfaction…makes me feel like I’m being filled with warmth.

It was not supposed to be in such a way, but seeing as it is now, it cannot be helped.

Everything is your fault, [Your Name]

For today, I will sleep with you.

Even in your dreams…resting peacefully…goodnight. 

BTS Reaction to their S/O wanting help with learning Korean

Seokjin 

“But you seem to be doing so well” He would argue. 

“So… You don’t want to help?” you would ask

“Nonononono I would I love to help. I just meant that I think that you are capable of doing it by yourself. But if you really want the help then I’m here for you. I’ll help” 

It would become a daily thing. The two of you would sit down at the dining table in evening after dinner and go through the text book. It had became Jin’s favourite thing. After a long day or practice he couldn’t wait to get home and spend some quality time with you. His heart would flutter and would smile at how adorable you were whenever you made a small slip up in pronunciation. 

“Wahhhhhh, look at how good our Y/N has become. You’re better than me these days”

“Oh, shut up” you would giggle bashfully and gently shove his shoulder 

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Yoongi 

“Yoongi, can you come here for a second please?” You call across the room. 

Like most of the time, he has his headphones on but removed them at the sound of you voice,

“Sorry, what did you just say babe?”

“Can you come here pleeaaseeee?”

He walks over and sinks into the seat next to you.

“Okay, I need you to help check my pronunciation. But you cannot laugh at me. Please.” You glare.

“Okay okay, I won't” He chuckled and then waved a hand over him face and changed his expression to a very serious one. 

You weren’t terrible but some words were not as good as others. This became apparent in the change of Yoongi’s facial expression. The corners of his eyes would crease and his lips upturned. 

“Yoonggiiii, stooooop” You whined

He bursted out laughing but then cups your face,

“I’m sorry but you’re just so fucking cute, it hurts” He would say ruffling your hair”

“…Can we make this a regular thing? I get to watch you be adorable and you get to improve your speaking skills. A win-win situation” He smiles 

“Pft… okay, fine” You peck his lips.

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Hobi

You were sat on the sofa with your two text books. Korean Language sat on your lap and Korean Grammar beside you. The sound of the apartment door opening tore you away from your studies. 

“Helloooooooo” Your boyfriend calls through to you. He soon walks through into the living area and finds you and your paperbacked friends. 

“Oooooh, is our Y/N hard at work?” he asks

“Very” you reply, looking back down at todays chapter.

Hobi slouches down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. You smile, brushing the hair away and kissing his forehead. 

“How was practice?” You ask

“Eh. Long and tiring. Like most of the time. But from of the looks of it you have been busy today as well. Can I have a look?” He asks whilst having a peep at your book. 

“Sure” You say passing the book onto him. The both of you sit there going through the work you had done for the day. He would nod in approval and point out parts that could be improved. 

“But please don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re doing so well baby. I’m so proud of yooouuuu~” He wraps him arms around you and pulls you so you’re laying on top of him. 

“This fuels your teaching ambition, doesn’t it?” you ask giggling. 

“I mean… Yeah, it does” He chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose. 

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl

Namjoon 

Your boyfriends strolls into the bedroom finding you sprawled out, face down across the bed along with texts books and pieces of paper. He shakes his head snickering. Today was one of those days where you lacked quite a bit of motivation, making it very hard to stick to your organised daily routine of learning Korean.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe. Without lifting your head, you point to the surrounding papers. Curious, he sits down next to you, picking up a book. 

“Ahhhhh, do you want some help?” He asks, running fingers through your hair.

“Ugh, Joon, please don’t do that. It’s making me want to sleep even more than I already do” You groan. 

“Okay, Y/N, sit up. We are going to go through this” 

You groan but still comply. He makes you follow him through to to the dining room table. Namjoon went through the chapter with you for a good hour or so. 

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Better” you reply, “It feels easier when I have someone go through it with me.”

“I’d be more than happy to help you more often. Remember, I know what its like.” 

You nod, “Yeah please” 

He smiles, kissing your temple.

“But can we sleep now? I’m tired” 

He laughs and strokes the back of your head, 

“Sure baby, we can sleep”

Originally posted by holy-yoongi

Jimin 

Whilst Jimin was a dance practice you took the time to practice your pronunciation. You were sat on the sofa with your headphones to listen to the audio. Although you should’ve been practicing and improving upon the words you knew, you thought why not learn something new. Just give it a go. 

It must have been just over an hour and you heard a loud thump in the hallway. You ripped your headphones off and froze in place. You picked up the pillow next to you which would certainly scare off any intruder  and walk towards the hall. 

But it wasn’t a robber or a ghost. It was your boyfriend on the floor holding his stomach in laughter. 

“PARK JIMIN! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?” You scream

“Oh my… babe… I can’t… LOOK. I’M CRYING. THERE ARE TEARS.” Were the few words he manages to say through laughing. 

Eventually, he calms down and explains. 

“I come in and I just hear you talking to yourself. But then I released it was Korean and. Oh my God, baby you’re so cute” He grins whilst squishing your cheeks. 

You pull his hands away, frowning. 

“Oh leave me alone. I know i’m bad. That’s why I’m practicing” 

“No, it’s so cute~. Listen, I can help if you want. Then you don’t have to talk to yourself” He sniggers.

“Really…?” You ask

“Of course!” 

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Taehyung

You and Taehyung were sat on opposite sides of the sofa. As always, Tae was in his own little world, bobbing his head and mumbling song lyrics to himself whilst scrolling through his phone. And you were frowning down at a certain example sentence in your textbook that you had been trying to get your head around and string together for the past fifteen minutes. You groaned in frustration, throwing your head back. 

This caught you boyfriends attention and he looked over at you. 

“Huh, What’s wrong darling?” 

“Whenever I think I’ve got this sentence, I tried to say it but… I just can’t get it out” You whine.

He scooted closer to you to have a look at the sentence. 

He cleared his through and repeated the sentence slowly. You watched the way the words easily rolled off his tongue and left his lips. You huffed to signify that it was still proving to be difficult. 

“Let me hear you say it” He said, passing the book back to you.

You did your best to say the sentence and looked back to Tae’s face afterwards to check for him opinion. He looked back at you with his huge boxy smile. He found your mispronunciation incredibly endearing. 

“…What?” You asked, self conscious.  

“You’re so adorable” he smiled adoringly at you. 

The comment made you flush “Tae, I need feedback. How can I get better?” 

“Ah yeah, right. Let me break it down for you” 

You finally somewhat got there after about half an hour 

“YES, Y/N! THAT’S IT!” He cheered holding his hand up in the air. You laughed and returned his high five. 

“Lets make this a regular thing” 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jungkook 

“Kookie, remember you promised to help me with pronunciation tonight” you reminded your boyfriend after cleaning up the dishes from diner. 

“Oh yeah, you want to start now?” 

“Yeah, just give me a second” you said going to get your essentials. 

You both sat down on the living room floor with the book in between you. 

“Actually, Y/N. I have a better idea” Jungkook smirks. You raised your eyebrows in curiosity.

“And what would would that be?” you asked.

“How about I test you? So you have to repeat the sentence in Korean but without looking at the book” 

“Wow, that is such a Jeon Jungkook thing to say. But okay.” 

The few sentences you said with ease which earned an approving look from your boyfriend. But then the next one somewhat stumped you but you where still quite sure of yourself. So you give it your best shot. 

But Jungkook found something about it absolutely hysterical and flopped onto the floor in a fit of giggles. You pouted and frowned. 

“Whats so funny?” you grumbled 

“That’s not how you say it, babe.” He laughed. 

“I’m sorry that i’m so bad at this. That’s why i asked you to help me.” 

“I know I know I know. I’m sorry. You’re so cute though” He kissed you forehead. 

“Okay, Lemme break this down.” He grinned.

Originally posted by jeonbase

(This is my first reaction so please go easy on me~ thank you~)

A Little Help

Hi guys! I wrote this on my phone and I haven’t been to sleep in forever, so I’m pretty positive this is just some rambly words about Tom and the reader wanting to be in a relationship, but being too shy to actually tell the other. So, instead, they just do small things to help each other out. P. S., Harrison ships it. I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by spiderholland

A Little Help

“You need help, let me grab that for you,” Tom said, reaching up to plunk the novel from the shelf. “Which one do you want?” Tom asked, bringing a hand to rest upon her waist to readjust her position to point out the book she’d been trying to obtain.

    She stood up on her tiptoes, eyes desperately seeking to survey the shelf clearer, “I actually don’t have one particular in mind, would it be a bother to just take everything by Pablo Neruda down?”

    “Course not,” Tom said and easily picked all the Neruda’s out for her. “Who is he?”

    Her eyes widened and she smiled, happy to tell Tom everything she knew about Pablo Neruda. “He’s a famous Chilean poet, I mean, he eventually went into the political field, but I mostly know him from his poetry. When I was in high school, my best friend and I were obsessed with a poem he wrote called, ‘My Ugly Love.’”

She was starting to ramble and she knew that Tom probably couldn’t give two shits about the ugly love spoken about in the poem, but she was so close to him and he smelled good, and his chest was firm when she leaned into him, so it would be a fair statement to say that she was beyond distracted. “It starts out-”

Tom didn’t remove his hand from her waist, figuring that if she didn’t like it, she’d step back from him. His gaze flickered from her lips, to the rosy flush gliding across her cheeks, and then up to her eyes. Tom drank in her words about Pablo Neruda, still not quite registering who he was, but still completely absorbed by her words.

As he listened to her, still holding an assortment of novels in his hands, he accidentally cut her off completely. “Wait, do you have it memorized?”

She was nearly positive that her entire body was tinged pink, “Yeah, I won’t bore you with the details, I just like the poem because it’s different.”

“No, no, tell me. I wanna hear about it. I just got,” Tom searched for an appropriate word. “Excited?” Truly, Tom had cut her off because she looked so endearing that he thought that he would physically blow up if he didn’t kiss her.

He loved it when she talked about stuff like this, he could tell it was one of the few times that she actually felt confident in voicing her opinions.

“My ugly love, you’re a messy chestnut.

My beauty, you are pretty as the wind.

Ugly: your mouth is big enough for two mouths.

Beauty: your kisses are fresh as new melons.

Ugly: where did you hide your breasts?

They’re meager, two little scoops of wheat.

I’d much rather see two moons across your chest,

two huge proud towers.

Ugly: not even the sea contains things like your toenails.

Beauty: flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave,

Love, I’ve made an inventory of your body.

My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold.

my beauty, for the wrinkle on your forehead.

My Love: I love you for your clarity, your dark.”

She finished and looked up to him with a smile on her face.

“So, what do you think?” She asked him, reaching up to sift through the books that Tom had gotten down for her.

“How do you know the best of everything?” Tom muttered, eyes widened, because, as usual, she was right. The poem was supremely different from any of the traditionally romantic sonnets that he’d read.

She smiled and unwound herself from his grasp and wandered down the next aisle, in search for her friend and Harrison, who’d accompanied them to the bookstore.

Tom, still leaned up against the shelf was slow to notice Harrison’s approaching figure.

“Dude, you need to ask her out. It’s getting ridiculous. Everybody, even strangers, already think you’re together, so why not make it real? Not as if she’s going to say no.” Harrison urged.

Shrugging his shoulders and racking his brain for an adequate response, Tom eventually stuttered out, “you never know, she could just want to be friends, and then if I ask her out, then she won’t even wanna be that.”

Harrison rolled his eyes, “Well then, mate, better wipe that drool off your chin.”

The next morning, in a haste to open the door for her, Tom had accidentally whacked himself in the face with it. Now, he not only sported a bloody nose, but also a split lip. Still, he wasn’t complaining.

She’d freaked out when she saw the blood drip from his nose and the bruises already forming on his jaw and had rushed him home. She stood in between Tom’s legs, while he perched on her kitchen table, and held up towels to stop the bleeding.

“Tom, literally what the hell?” She murmured, gliding her soft palm across his lower lip.

“I told you, I saw a bee and I didn’t want it to sting you,” Tom lied. Obviously, there hadn’t been a bee, but he refused to tell her that he’d nearly broken his face purely to hold the door open for her.

“But I never saw it? I didn’t even hear one, and besides, it wasn’t like there were flowers around. Why would a bee wander over here?” She mused, walking to the fridge to grab a bag of frozen vegetables.

“No, no,” Tom whined, “Those will be too cold, I don’t wanna put that on my face.”

She pouted, “Too bad, let me help you! I don’t want you to be hurt.”

Tom hesitated, and then opened his arms and pulled her close to him, keeping a gentle hand on the small of her back. “Fine, fine. Just do it.”

She smiled and rocked up onto her tippy toes and pressed her make-shift icepack to his face. He didn’t even shiver when the frost-covered package touched his bare skin, because when she was this close to him, he could see the multitude of colors swirling in her eyes.

A week later, it was time for Tom and Harrison to, once again, travel for the press tour. Tom was gutted. He couldn’t imagine leaving her without explaining to her that he wanted to be with her so badly, that the mere thought of leaving her made him physically ill.

Little did he know, that she felt the same way. All he knew, was that he was going over to her apartment to give her one last goodbye hug while Harrison waited in the car.

From inside her apartment, she spritzed on Tom’s favorite perfume. Whenever she wore it, he always leaned into her more while they were in conversation, or fiddled with her hair more and didn’t pull away from her when they hugged.

She had done her best to conceal her nighttime tears with makeup and sheprayed that Tom wouldn’t notice them as she opened the door.

Tom stepped in quickly and before she even shut the door, Tom surged towards her. Bending down to her height, Tom threw his arms around her, ignoring that his phone had fallen to the floor.

“Are you alright Tom?” She questioned, hands stiff at her sides.

“Just gonna miss you loads and loads and loads.” His voice was muffled by her sweater.

Her arms wound around him, “You know I’ll miss you too.”

“I don’t want to leave you yet.” Tom pulled away and his gaze bore into her floor.

Taking him by the hand, she pulled him to sit down on her sofa. “I made you something to help.”

Tom curled an arm around her frame as she sat a heavy box down in front of him, “Darling, what is it? You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, I didn’t know-”

She cut him off by pressing a hand over his lips. “Promise to look at it on the plane?”

She looked to cute and eager and shy that Tom had agreed, and now, after finally boarding the plane, Tom opened the box.

Inside were all the Pablo Neruda books that she’d bought the day she read him ‘My Ugly Love,’ and a note.

The note read,

Hi Tom,

I’m just going to assume that you followed my directions and now you’re flying safely through the air, but if you’re not, and I find out, may Mother Earth save your soul.

All of these books were mine before yours because I wanted to give you something that would remind you of me. I wrote you little notes on all the pages, so it’ll be like we’re talking about them. I highlighted my favorite ones for you in pink.

Please don’t forget about me.

Tom scoffed, as if he could ever forget her. He opened the first book and quickly spotted the swirls of her delicate handwriting on the bottom corner of the page. It read,

Don’t freak out, some of the poems are in Spanish, but I made sure to help translate them for you in the margins.

Tom smiled and began to leaf through the poems, blown away by not only the words of Pablo Neruda, but also by her tiny love poems for him written so softly in the captivity of the margins that he could barely tell that they were there.

When he landed, he would make sure to send her some of his own.

Bound I

A/N: “Can you do one where you find out you can talk to someone through your head and it turns out to be Harry?“ THIS WAS SUPER FUN! let me know if you guys want me to continue. Enjoy!

 It’s not typical for Y/n to bring guys home after a night out…that’s not her style. She’s old-fashioned and prefers to exchange numbers with a lad, maybe go on an actual date before she gives him a taste. But that’s most nights.

   Tonight, she’s internally vowing to never drink again as she lets the hands of this stranger explore her figure, his lips leaving kisses on any area of exposed skin. Her hands leave his soft, blonde locks to reach down and find her keys. As fun as this is, she could definitely do without the feeling of her back being pressed up against her cold door. Her hearts racing at the excitement of it all but in the back of her mind lies a bit of guilt. He’s not even her type; she hopes he isn’t getting the wrong impression.

   Once inside, he pushes the door shut for her. They kick off their shoes and stumble their way into the cozy living room of her loft. They finally come up for air after what seemed like the world’s longest make out session. She uses this time to pull her tight dress down, kicking it out of the way. The fellow, whose name she can’t remember, finishes unbuttoning his shirt before he drops it behind him. 

Hey sits down on the couch and not too long after, Y/n straddles him, grinding down on his bulge. She can feel herself getting wetter with every rotation of her hips.


Meanwhile, a few miles away…

“Another shot!” Harry hears. He sighs but can’t hide the smirk that creeps on his face as he picks up his second shot of the night. He takes it fast “God, that never get easier” he coughs. His friends pat him on the back, being proper dicks about one measly shot.

“Atta boy, Styles!” 

  What they don’t know is, he slyly told the bartender to fill his glasses with club soda. Yes, he was lying to his friends but he didn’t feel like hearing their whines about him being “No fun!”. He’s having a good time, he really is but he’d just rather be at home right now. He doesn’t really like going out so often, he always seems to find himself mentally exhausted and annoyed with the atmosphere. 

“I’m gonna head out” He tells his friends, they try to convince him to stay and have just one more shot and as much as he would like to keep tricking them into thinking he was actually getting hammered, he just wants to get home. “Guys really I’m just-”

His thoughts are interrupted.

He hears what sounds to be a woman moaning which normally wouldn’t surprise him in this setting. People tend to do nasty shit in clubs like this but it sounded so close; almost like he had headphones on. He brushes it off until it happens again. He knows he probably looks insane, touching his ears and looking around like a crazy person.

“Ahh…I’m so wet” The voice whimpers. He can feel himself getting harder by the second. It’s times like these he wishes he wasn’t so easy to excite. He could literally just overhear someone talk about breasts and before he knows it, he’s stiff down there.

His eyebrows furrow and he quickly covers his erection, obviously not wanting anyone to see. He bids his friends goodbye before rushing out of the club and to his car which isn’t too far from the building. He’s thanking his lucky stars for the parking spot he chose. Harry gets in and rests his head on the steering wheel, trying to will this boner away. He’s still utterly confused but his main mission at the moment is to relax enough to drive home. He can deal with it there. 

Then, as clear as day, he hears the moans again. He whips his head around to the backseat of his car because it sounded that close. There’s nobody there. It doesn’t stop, and it certainly isn’t helping his raging hard-on, which he can now feel leaking in his trousers. “mmm” it continues “Fuck”


At Y/n’s

“Fuck” she moans, her nameless friend ruts his covered member up as she grinds down harder on him. She soaking now and just wants to feel him inside her already. She unbuckles his belt and slides off of him so that she’s lying her back upon the couch.

Back to Harry

He sits there, scared but also frustrated. He convinces himself that he’s hearing voices because he’s so horny…or maybe the bartender slipped him some actual alcohol. He fumbles with his belt, looking around the dark lot to make sure there aren’t any bystanders that could potentially witness him at his absolute worst. 

He finally frees his cock, it springs up and smudges a little pre-cum on his black button down. It’s real now…the fact that he actually just got hard for no reason. “Why the fuck is this happening” he groans. 

Y/N

“Why the fuck is this happening?” She hears. She pushes her hands against the man’s chest so she can look him in the eyes. “What do you mean?” She giggles. 

“What are you talking about?” He replies before lining his head up with her slit. “You just asked why this was happening”. The look on his face tells her that he has no idea what she’s talking about. She laughs it off, saying that she probably heard her neighbors or something. 

He pushes in, filling her up with one stroke. Her eyes close at the sensation and she forgets all about what she was just concerned about. Her nails rake his back and she arches into him, shifting the angle slightly.

“Yes! Right there”

In Harry’s Car

“Yes right there” 

Harry is going mad at this point, labored breathing and flushed skin. His eyes are shut tight, jaw locked, he’s as red as a tomato and he doesn’t know how much more of this he can take. He’s successfully fighting the urge to just scream out until he hears another purr.

“Deeper” She sighs. Its the last straw for him. Harry bangs his balled up fist against the wheel 

“STOP! SHUT UP!” He roars. Only then, does the silence win. He listens for it…nothing. Its gone. He clears his throat and finally looks up and out of his car window. Standing there is a group of friends who seem to be walking into the club. They’re staring at him like he has three heads and he may as well. To Harry, that would be more manageable than hearing voices in his fucking head.

Y/n

“STOP! SHUT UP!” She jumps and accidentally knocks her forehead into the one right above hers. “Ow fuck!” He sits up and rubs the afflicted area. 

“Well, that’s what you get! Why would you yell at me like that?!” She asks as she stands up and wraps herself in the small blanket that was folded over the arm of the couch. “What the fuck are you-…you’re crazy” He muttered. He pulls his clothes back on, not caring to button up his shirt. Y/n doesn’t respond, she just stands there and waits for him to collect his things. She knows she isn’t losing her mind, it couldn’t have been the neighbors. It was so close, she can literally still feel her ears ringing. Maybe its best if he does leave.

“All I wanted was a fuck and I got stuck with a fucking psycho” He chuckled. He slams the door behind himself.

Harry

He’s almost to his flat now; the car ride is silent, he doesn’t feel like hearing anything right now. Anything. He’s just glad that whatever that was, stopped and that his hard on is at a mild throb now. He can just tug one out in the shower tonight.

Then the unthinkable happens. He hears her again. This time, it sounds like she is…talking instead of moaning. He pulls into the nearest gas station to get a better listen. He might as well ease drop if its going to keep happening. 

Y/n’s Loft

Y/n decided to call her best friend, Elena and tell her about what the fuck just happened. She wants to get a second opinion and make sure she isn’t actually crazy.

“So…I swear, at first I heard him ask why it was happening and he acted like he didn’t say anything”

“Wow what the fuck? Did it sound like him?” her friend pressed. “I mean.. not really but it just sounded like it was right there.” Y/n started. “I’m not gonna lie, it sounded a little rougher than his voice. I think that’s part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me off” She joked, Elena laughed along with her


Harry

Harry’s eyes had widened. He’s pretty sure that whoever he’s hearing is talking about him. So they could hear him too? He still doesn’t understand any of this but he feels slightly relieved knowing he isn’t completely alone.

“I think that’s part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me off”

“Hey!” he whines before quickly covering his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say anything, it just came out. What she said kind of offended him, seeing as girls often tell him his voice is sexy and sensual.

Y/n

“Hey!” She heard. It was the voice again. She looked around her living room, her first thought being that someone had to be in her house. And of course she’s still standing in only a blanket, so if there is some robber in her home, he’ll probably try to take advantage of her. She told Elena she would have to call her back, she was too distracted to really hear what she was saying anyway. Maybe it was stupid to get off of the phone at a time like this but she just needed to think clearly and listen for the voice again.

“Hello?” she whispered

“….uhm…hello?” she heard. She screamed and ran for the door, still in only a blanket. She stopped when she heard the voice scream as well, sounding just as scared.

“Jesus! Fuck stop screaming you scared the shit out of me!” she heard. Only now does she realize that the voice is coming from within; she just ran across the loft and its still right in her ear.


Harry

“I scared you?! Who ar- what is this?!” She spits out. Harry runs a hand through his hair, putting his cell phone up to his ear to hide the fact that he’s talking to himself just in case anyone decides to look at him.

“I don’t know. I really don’t but I’m just glad I’m not the only one” he sighed. “Or maybe I am and this is just a delusion” He chuckles, everything is so fucked up but he’s always been the type to find the humor in serious situations.

“Ok” Y/n starts. “Let’s just…let’s figure this out together”

Nostalgia Critic Quotes Starters

You know the deal. Feel free to change pronouns, add names to blanks, etc. There is some profanity in this one.

  • “Why do they always want to do it the hard way?”
  • “What can’t we do with an acre of land?”
  • “We’re talking softly because it’ll upset the souffle?”
  • “You know…like your head!”
  • “You think you’re gonna get away from me, but you’re not, because it’s on.”
  • “I’m sorry, but who thought this would be an exciting idea?”
  • “This is even more exciting than that time I dangled keys in front of my own face!”
  • “DON’T fall to the ground like a bloody corpse.”
  • “Bad is rad and I’m ballistic!”
  • “Oh, come on, it’s obvious. It’s so incredibly obvious.”
  • “It’s junk food, brightly colored junk food for the mind.”
  • “The orthodox levels on this are most un!”
  • “Ah-ba-ba-ba, don’t tell me the problem, I only want to focus on the solution. I see…a banana. Use a banana.”
  • “We are not on the same level as them! WE ARE HEALTHY!”
  • “This looks like a job for flamboyance!”
  • “Yeah! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before!”
  • “Hey! You seem very…two-people-ish!”
  • “Because that’s funny, right? Right? The correct answer is no.”
  • “Punctuation is so wild!”
  • “WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAAAAT?”
  • “Clearly, we are dealing with artistic genius here!”
  • “Please get in this evil device which is in no way an evil device. Joke’s on you; it’s an evil device.”
  • “What do kids normally do? They make tofu or something?”
  • “Stop it! Stop it! Stop trying to sound cool!”
  • “All is lost.”
  • “You’re so gosh darn wonderful.”
  • “I’m sorry, ____. I like your place. It’s a nice looking place.”
  • “I don’t care if it’s innocent and cutesy; it’s a piece of shit.”
  • “But I don’t wanna laugh, I wanna get better.”
  • “If its purpose was to bore the living shit out of us, I agree.”
  • “You have to have one before you can lose it.”
  • “Wait a minute, so you’re saying that if I jump aboard the bandwagon before it even becomes a bandwagon, I can be one of the frontrunners of the bandwagon?”
  • “Redundant much, redundant?”
  • “Was I really just a pawn in your lame-ass little punchline?”
  • “Is this actually a popular thing and I just never noticed?”
  • “My God…it’s full of shit.”
  • “Put traffic cones around that apple juice; that shit is lethal!”
  • “What is this, just another day at the store for you?”
  • “Why are you being so blatant with how evil you are?”
  • “Yeah, you know what’s living? Dying.”
  • “No, wait, that’s not living. That’s…that’s fucking dying.”
  • “I remember it so you don’t have to.”
  • “You’re listening to frogs! It’s all a lie!”
  • “I don’t know, it means I’m angry!”
  • “Gee, does it have something to do with ice?”
  • “I just wanna bring love and joy to the world.”
  • “I haven’t been this shocked since I found out the secret to living a long lasting life…was breathing!”
  • “You know, for kids!”
  • “Start off with something innocent and lighthearted and then smash it down into cruel, cruel reality?”
  • “I hear it’s a dictatorship where people disappear.”
  • “Stay back; I think that’s real ketchup.”
  • “That’s so out of the ordinary, I dare call it wacky.”
  • “Get off my wet banana!”
  • “B-B-B-Bullshit!”
  • “Don’t encourage him. You’ll jiggy-jiggy regret it.”
  • “Maybe you could start by getting out of the fucking bed.”
  • “Well, that’s odd. It’s almost…normal.”
  • “Gee, does THAT…SOUND…FAMILIAR?”
  • “If we’re going through with this, I want to be prepared.”
  • “Fucking bubbles!”
  • “Inspire us! Say something stoic!”
  • “Oh, by the way, we have to mail this to fifty or more people or else we get bad luck.”
  • “I would LOVE to play a game with somebody!”
  • “Fuck yeah, sparkle sparkle sparkle!”
  • “If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take the occasional break to look at myself in front of the mirror and cry.”
  • “Cause let me tell you, it’s not always easy.”
  • “People may die, but stupidity is forever.”
  • “Stop calling it that!”
  • “So, your argument is…you fucked up, you’re glad you fucked up, and you will continue to fuck up in new and spectacular ways?”
  • “I did not just hear that.”
  • “Time for a game of disappearing brain cells!”
  • “I think he drank the cactus juice or something.”
  • “I thought I had these burned!”
  • “My heart soars every time. The monotone. The absolute lack of any human emotion. The way he doesn’t even refer to her by her name.”
  • “I just remember that it was weird and childish.”
  • “I know that it’s just my opinion, but I’m right.”
  • “I remember it…but I don’t wanna!”
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“That’s starting to get annoying”
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
“You can’t just sit there all day.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.” “I’m not here to make friends.”
“I need a place to stay.”
“Well, that’s tragic.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
“Dear Diary, …”
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
“I lost our baby.”
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“What’s the matter, sweetie?”
“You’re Satan.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“Do you really need all that candy?”
“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re having vodka.”
“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
“No. Regrets.”
“How drunk was I?”
“How is my wife more badass than me?”
“Be you. No one else can.”
“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“I locked the keys in the car.”
“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
“You work for me. You are my slave.”
“Take your medicine.”
“They’re monsters.”
“Welcome to fatherhood.”
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“It’s your turn to make dinner.”
“The kids, they ambushed me.”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
“Stop being so cute.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“You need to see a doctor.”
“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
“It was a joke, baby. I swear.”
“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
“Well that killed the mood, have fun with your hand.” “Use your imagination” “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
“This is girl talk, so leave.”
“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
“There’s a herd of them!”
“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
“You’re a nerd.”
“Just drive!” “I’m late.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“You smell like a wet dog.”
“I could punch you right now.”
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
“If you can’t sleep… y'knowwe could have sex?”
“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
“Here, take my blanket.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“How could I ever forget about you?”
“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
“Run for it!”
“We need to talk.”
“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
“I want a pet.”
“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
“I’m not wearing a dress.”
“I’m not wearing a tie.”
“Quit beating me up!”
“Please put your penis away.”
“It’s a Texas thing.”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
“Does he know about the baby?”
“Hold still.”
“I just ironed these pants!”
“Enough with the sass!”
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
“Don’t growl at me!”
“Stay awake.”
“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
“You’re not interested, are you?”
“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
“For the love of God, put some pants on.”
“I had a bad dream again.”
“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
“Hey! Put the claws away!”
“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.“

Wicked the Musical Quotes

“I don’t cause commotions, I am one.”

“Well, we can’t all come and go by bubble!”

“There’s no place like home.”

“I mean, who steals a dead woman’s/man’s shoes?”

“Must’ve been raised in a barn.”

“What could he/she/they get me? I clash with everything.”

“You shouldn’t let statements like that bother you. I mean, I always do, but you shouldn’t.”

“I’m the other sister/brother, __________, I’m beautifully tragic.”

“It’s good to see me, isn’t it? No need to respond! That was rhetorical.”

“It seems like the artichoke is steamed.”

“Do you know who that is? It’s that Winkie Prince/Princess whose reputation’s so scandalacious.”

“I don’t see why you can’t just teach us history, instead of always harping on about the past.”

“He’s/She’s/They’re distant and moodified… and he’s/she’s/they’ve been thinking, which really worries me!”

“Let the little girl/boy go, and that poor _____.”

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but someone has got to say it! You are out of control!”

“Oh, look, it’s tomorrow!”

“Madame, have you ever considered how you’d fare in captivity? Cap-tiv-i-ty. Pri-son. Personally, I don’t think you’ll not hold up very well, you see, my personal opinion is that you do not have ‘what it takes.” I hope you prove me wrong… I doubt you will.”

“Alright, just don’t move… and don’t get mad at me!”

“What did you mean to do? And why was I the only one you didn’t do it too?”

“There’s no pretense here. I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow.”

“It’s not lying, it’s looking at things another way!”

“Let the green girl/boy go!”

“I can’t harbor a fugitive, I’m an unelected official!”

“You’re touching me!”

“… I know I speak for my fellow faculty members when I say we have nothing but the highest hopes for some of you.”

“Careful, dear. You mustn’t get wet.”

“Smile, wave… and shut up.”

“The truth isn’t a thing of fact or reason. It’s simply what everyone agrees on.”

“Where I come from, we believe all sorts of things that aren’t true. We call it history.”

“Where I’m from, the best way to bring people together… is to give them a really good enemy.”

“Since once I had my own day in the sky, I say everyone deserves the chance to fly!”

A Slight Wobble

“You’re wrong on this Y/N. He’s definitely still dreaming.”

You sighed again. Four hours on the plane with Spencer and the test of the team, the best part of those four hours arguing with Reid about a sodding film. 

“Spencer, can we not just agree to disagree here. Please?” You’d had enough. 

“No because I’m right. The totem doesn’t wobble. I’ve just watched it ten times. He’s still dreaming.”

“Spencer, it’s meant to be ambiguous. Why do you think it ends right after the slight wobble? To keep us guessing.”

“There is no wobble.”

Geez, he really hated being disagreed with. Normally, you’d have to agree with him because normally he was right. But this was one of your favourite films that he was talking about, a film you’d watched forty seven times. A film you’d spent an alarming amount of time reading up about after you’d first watched it. 

You looked around at the rest of the team who’d been watching you, arguing back and forward. “Guys…Help, please?" 

JJ leant forward in her seat, "Show me the clip.”

Spencer reset the clip, JJ leaning in to get a better view of the laptop screen. She replayed it once more when it had finished. 

“Spence, it wobbles,” she declared, sitting back in her seat. 

He glared at her. “Well you would agree with Y/N wouldn’t you. Girl power and all that.”

JJ raised her eyebrows at Reid. “How many times do I agree with you Spence? You might be a genius but you’re not right all of the time. I agree with Y/N. It’s meant to be ambiguous, and I see the wobble.”

The rest of the team gathered around his screen ready to cast their opinions on the matter. He replayed the clip again. 

“I dunno Y/N, I don’t see it. I’m with the boy wonder here.” Prentiss sat back down, Spencer flashing a grin at her. 

“Sorry kid, I see it. I’m with the pretty lady.” Morgan punched his shoulder lightly, Reid rubbing his arm at the contact. 

Agent Rossi asked for the clip to be played for a third time, before sitting back down in his seat as the plane started it’s descent. 

“Well?” Spencer asked him. 

“I’m thinking about it.”

Fifteen minutes later, he asked to watch it once more, Reid handing the laptop over to him. Rossi studied the screen once more, as the plane touched down. 

“I don’t see it. I think he’s still dreaming.”

You were two for two now and there was no way Spencer was going to let that happen. 

Spencer turned to his supervisor who was sat beside him. “Hotch, what do you think?" 

"No,” The older Agent replied. 

“See, he agrees with me. I’m right,” he smirked at you, gloating. 

“I’m not agreeing with you Dr Reid, I’m saying no to taking part in this discussion. I’m tired and just want to get off the jet and go home. You’ve rambled on about it for the last few hours. Just agree to disagree. If I hear anymore on the matter, I’ll give you a formal warning.”

“You can’t do that, we’re having a discussion about a film not a case.” Spencer’s tone was one of a child that was being told off. 

“I can and I will. You’re having this discussion on the BAU’s time. And Agent Y/N has already asked you to drop the subject once. She may choose to say that you’re harassing her.”

Haha, you liked that. 

Spencer shut his mouth and turned away from his boss. Aaron Hotchner caught your eye giving you a quick smile to let you know he was joking. 

The jet rolled into the hanger coming to a stop a few moments later. You all stood, gathering your belongings and starting to make your way to the exit door. 

Spencer was stood behind you, sulking at being told off. You heard him mutter under his breath. 

“I still say he’s dreaming.”

“Oh for the love of God!” You spun around to face him, putting your hands out on his chest to stop him walking into you. “Did you not hear Hotch? Shut the hell up already! You may a genius, but you are not always right. For once, either let someone else have an opinion or agree to fucking disagree.”

His eyes were watching your mouth as you continued on your rant.

“The director himself has said the ending is up for debate, it’s meant to make the viewers question what they’ve just watched. It’s meant to make you go home and think about it. Some people see the wobble, some people don’t. But until the director or writer confirm it either way, just accept that you are neither ri……. ”

You would have continued but a pair of lips were suddenly on yours. 

The very lips of the man you’d just been yelling at to be precise. 

And they felt nice. Soft. They moved, applying pressure against yours, a hand snaking out around your waist. You started to match them, your lips parting slightly. 

Just when you felt the tip of a moist tongue slip between your lips you heard cheering and clapping. 

“Way to go pretty boy! Didn’t know you had it in ya!”

You pulled away suddenly remembering where you were, your cheeks flushing red. 

Spencer’s own face was flushed as he opened his mouth, closing it again seconds later as he struggled to think of what to say. 

“What the hell Reid?” you chuckled at him, you were shocked but pleasantly surprised. 

“Erm…. I don’t really know what came over me Y/N. Fuck, I’m so sorry.“ He looked sheepish, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets. 

The rest of time team started to exit the plane, Morgan and Prentiss looking over their shoulders at you both as they did. 

"If you wanted me to stop yelling, all you had to do was agree with me Spence. You didn’t have to stick your tongue in my mouth.”

“I….. Erm….. I…. Um…… Shit. Please don’t slap me! ” Oh he was so awkward and cute right now, you almost forgave him for the past four hours. 

You started walking up the short aisle to the exit, turning around when you realised he wasn’t following you. 

“Come on Spence. I’ll give you a ride home……Also if that’s how you stop me from getting angry at you, maybe I’ll have to yell at you more often…..just saying.” You grinned at him seeing his eyes light up as he started to follow you. 

“Just next time you do that, maybe wait until we don’t have an audience. Okay.”

“Okay…..Do you….do you wanna yell at me now?”

You burst out laughing at him. “Let’s get away from the team first genius.”

He grinned at you, “Okay.” 

anonymous asked:

im not sure how i found your blog but it is now my favorite, all this jikook content is saving my life i feel so blessed 🙏 if you don't mind me asking, what are your favorite jikook moments?

Awww…your making me blush you cute anon, staph it!!

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

But nice to hear that you like my weird trashy blog, feel free to stay as long as you like fam ;)But back to your ask on my favourite Kookmin/Jikook moments?…dear god I’m having so many war flashbacks right now of all the Jikook moments that those dorks have blessed and also made us suffer with. Where do I even begin?!?! Guess I have to try so you can watch me go and fail to make an essay on the couple that reduced me into a mess of tears. But before I start I have to say to everyone else who might read this, that these are only my personal observations and opinions on the dynamics of these two so if you don’t like it or don’t agree with me then please do not read. :)

So anyway first I have to start with the legendary Jikook V-Live… they high key just flirted through the whole thing, the minute Jungkook came running in with his unfinished lunch at his hands. After that they just stared deeply into each others eyes,  forgot the meaning of personal space and said things like…


Yeah they said things like that, I kid you not and also did you hear the sounds of me suffering jungkook?! Because thats what I was legit doing while bearing witness to this V Live! And his voice lowered a couple of noches when he said it and then the tension dropped harder than my sanity after that. Dear god Jungkook has no chill. Please go watch it if you have not, it’s art. Now to the next thing the back hugs. Jikook being the legendary back hug couple I just have to share with you a couple of those moments. Like this when…

Originally posted by gayjikookadi

…they where taking a group photo and Jungkook? Well he seemed to just straight up ignore that, deciding to focus on hugging Jimin instead. He even closed his eyes while doing it!! I repeat he closed his eyes!! It felt like I was intriguing on something since Jungkook looked so at peace like as if Jimin was his safe haven in the middle of all that noice and flashing lights…And yes I cried when I saw it, how could I have not. And now onto this…

Originally posted by jungkookflirting

….Back hug which happened somewhere after Namjoon and Jimin had their little wedding moment during a fanmeet. Not saying that there is a connection, but also not saying that there isn’t one. So as on cue let us move on to the legendary topic of Jeonlous. It being one of my greatest aesthetics I just have to include it in this. I mean Nochu has so many notp’s these days that, I firmly believe them to be the sole reason why he probably lives in the gym like his life depends on it. Like the wise satellite-jeon once said Nochu is out there lifting to win.  

Here are some great examples of the struggles of Jeonlous…

Jungkook: *sees JoonMin standing close to each other* Gotta go and separate that shit. If I could have a dollar every time Jungkook went between these two I’d be swimming in money…aaand onto the next one.

Now this had me weak I mean Jungkook just straight up pushed J-Hope away from Jimin while trying to gain Jimins attention. He also did the same thing to Jin in one of the latest V live’s, when he tried to just look over Jimin shoulder and Jungkook was like nope. This boi is struggling to keep his chill.

I have so many many more Jeonlous moments like these but this will become way too long if I try to add them all in. But what I will have to add in is him doing that tongue thing he does when ever Jimin is concerned. Because he does it so often that it can’t be coincidental anymore. I mean once is accident, twice is coincidence but three times is pattern.

Originally posted by satellite-jeon

I have a whole folder full of him doing that, and if you ask why I have it…well its for science okay….*sweats nervously*. Let’s move onto the last and my most favourite moments…them trying their best to make each other laugh or smile. And I don’t think these moments even need an explanation on why they are so precious to me, because they pretty much explain themselves.

Now there are many more moments that I would like to talk about, but as i said before this will become way too long and also I need to go to sleep since it’s 04:46 am where I’m at. Meaning that this would start going downhill and fast from here if I continued and I want to keep this pg. level while my brain still allows it :D Hope that this very, very bad and messy answer in someways met your standards anon and thank you again for sending me that ask!

Btw since some of the gifs are from my save folder, because for the life of it Tumblr would not find me the ones I needed so please tell me if you know the names of the ones who made those gifs so I can credit them properly :)

okay but after I watched TFA and came out of it like “wait what was this bit about? And that bit, it made no sense? Why did Luke run off?” and so on, and everyone else was like “it’s a trilogy, it’ll be explained in the next movie, they can’t give all the answers away immediately, it’s called suspense, duh”

nonsense, wasn’t it? Because they don’t know. Rian Johnson, the guy who is making the next installment, doesn’t know the answers. Which means that JJ Abrams and everyone involved in TFA don’t know the answers. Because the only other option is that they know, and just decided not to tell the guy who’s making the next movie. Which would make them beyond idiotic, frankly, and I don’t for a moment think that’s what happened here.

So all that stuff in TFA that made no sense? That we didn’t know the reason for? It simply made no sense. The reason doesn’t exist. I didn’t miss it because I’m not a good enough fan. There aren’t any layers of meaning to it. They sent Luke to live on an island so he’d be out of the way and Leia would have a mission and the audience would have a mystery to ponder.

Rian Johnson might be able to salvage it all and invent reasons and explanations for it all, but those reasons and explanations will NOT be what JJ Abrams & Co had in mind when they made it happen.

So the reason why Luke does this out-of-character thing and runs away from his responsibilities? Eh, we don’t know. We just thought it’d be cool, or something.

And that just steals whatever little faith I had that maybe, maybe, they had something in mind when they did all the other stuff. Maybe there’s a good reason why Han and Leia broke up, and their kid went to the Dark Side, and Snoke showed up, and the Republic fell apart again, and so on and so forth. Except, y’know, as it stands… it looks to me like the reason was “because that’s what needs to happen so we can have a cool plot that resembles ANH so we can get maximum nostalgia money from the fans”. All that stuff that happened off-screen? Handwaved. Literally. These aren’t the thought-out reasons and motives you’re looking for. Move along.

“It’ll all make sense once you’ve seen the other movies! It’s not out of character! It’s not just an excuse to re-do ANH! It’s all happening for a reason, they’ve just not told us yet!”

Yeah, right.

Reading some of these “opinions” and hearing about how such hatred there is coming from my FAVORITE fandom, it makes me terrified to become an author. You all blame Joanne For every little bitty thing you think she did wrong in the series. Even the smallest detail. When are people going to chill out and just appreciate literature? She did her best with what she had and for that I am forever grateful. Fanfiction is there for a reason. If you don’t like the way she wrote it, CHANGE IT YOURSELF!

anonymous asked:

I really don't get people are hating on Katie. Lena is an amazing character and Katie deserves this!

It is rather unfortunate that people feel the need to do that. Thank goodness she doesn’t have social media because I can only imagine the pettiness she would be hit with at this point after what we have seen with some of the other actors on the show. It is typical behavior to point fingers, place blame and start fights. What is unnoticed by the masses is that blame is misplaced and fights are unproductive.

I know some people are upset because they feel she will be taking time away from Maggie/Sanvers and James/Karolsen. I can understand that they want their faves and ships to have more screen time. I agree that these characters deserve more screen time. However hating on Katie doesn’t achieve that and it is a completely nonsensical reason to do so. A little louder for those in the back:

KATIE IS NOT AT FAULT FOR THE DECISIONS OF THE SHOW RUNNERS/WRITERS.

Did you get that? It’s not turning into the Lena show. Your fave will be just fine. In my opinion, people should be more excited that there is going to be another dynamically developed, strong female character on the show. You’d think we would be hearing more praise about that since there have been complaints about the dwindling numbers of that exact type of character for months now. Here is one in our laps and the actress gets hate? Nope. With all do respect, miss me with that. I hope that James, Maggie and Lena all get fair treatment in their stories next season.

Others are sick of Lena’s fans and Supercorp shippers. I mentioned in a comment on another post on this topic that it is upsetting that a great character and a not only talented but incredibly sweet and giving actress is catching hate due to some of the behavior or her problematic fans. That aspect is embarrassing to say the least. I understand how people can be turned off because of a fandom, but again, don’t hate on Katie. Here’s another bold line:

DISRESPECTFUL FANS/SHIPPERS ARE NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF KATIE MCGRATH AS A PERSON

Why does that even need to be said? I don’t know. You tell me. I know this response won’t end the hate because let’s face it, some people thrive on it and would rather spend time bashing and ranting. But hopefully this message does reach at least a few people.

For the peaceful Katie fans that are here with or without Lena, pretty sure we’re all ready to throw down if we have to. So put your boots on kids. There’s a war coming.

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An interview with Laura Johnston Kohl, a survivor of the Jonestown Massacre

Why did you join Peoples Temple?
The United States was going through critical growing pains in the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s. In the decade of the 1960s, five American heroes were shot and killed by vigilantes - John Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Bobby Kennedy, Malcolm X, and Medgar Evers - and many more besides these heroes. Then, we got into the war in Vietnam. I did not want the world run by bullies, nor by vigilantes. I tried as a single, naive woman to change some things - but was pretty powerless, it turned out. When I met Jim Jones, and joined Peoples Temple, I thought Jim would protect me, and stand for issues I felt were important. He had adopted children of many races, had gathered a huge interracial congregation, and stood with other leaders of our times - Angela Davis, Cesar Chavez, Dennis Banks, many in the LGBTQ community in San Francisco, and others. It seemed like a perfect fit, even though I was an atheist. Jim’s efforts were to move people into activism.

What was it about Jim Jones that first attracted you to the Temple?
From the first time I met Jim, in Redwood Valley, I was impressed at his inclusion and affection for all of us. He would hug, smile, congratulate, assist and nurture all of us regardless of age, sex, income, education, and life experience. He would be the one to notice the people cleaning up or working hard, or setting up events. His concern seemed genuine. In his own life, he and his wife had adopted five children of many races, sometimes having to fight a system opposed to household integration. They did it. His wife seemed to be as enchanted with him as the rest of us, which I thought was remarkable. And, he had political allies who were my heroes of the time - Angela Davis, Cesar Chavez, Dennis Banks, and others. In San Francisco, we were supportive of all diverse community members. There was not only a vision of what we could be, we could look around and see that we had already arrived in a small measure. Certainly, we had more work to do, but we were an inclusive interracial community, and determined to continue the fight.

The public persona certainly differed with the reality, even at that time. But, I did not see that part.
Some of the literature on the Peoples Temple paints a picture of abusive practices. Such as catharsis sessions, physical beatings and suicide drills even before the move to Guyana. How apparent were they?

I disagree that the catharsis sessions were always abusive. Jim ran the Temple as if he were the Godfather of a huge family. He was in charge. He took people to task if our work was shoddy, or our behavior was off, if he or others noticed issues. To this day, I have “family meetings” with my husband and foster son to resolve issues and organize our lives. Sometimes that happened in the Peoples Temple Family Meetings. The abuse part was to have Jim making a decision, stating a problem, and then not allowing the person to respond, or to refuse to listen to problems that needed resolution within the church. Jim could never be questioned. Never. That is abuse. A healthy catharsis is not abuse. Catharsis was the wrong word for much of what went on in our Family Meetings. We had dictatorship laying down rules, and not allowing discussion or defense. Because Jim took the role of everyone’s “father” he managed the discipline of the members. The beatings were outrageous, and even created life-long disabilities. The suicide drills were an early clue of Jim’s power-tripping. I wrote them off as just one more of his antics to get us more unified and to work harder. I think that the most relevant thing about the suicide drills was that NO ONE COULD EVER HAVE IMAGINED that Jim, the person who got relatives out of prison, who fought in courts for children and adults, who got people legal and medical help, who adopted his own children and seemed to love all children, and who spoke up for human and civil rights would or could EVER take our lives. Every family had had some relative or close friend helped. Everyone had a story.

Former members have described Jonestown as one of the best things that happened to them. Conversely, it has also been likened to a concentration camp. What was your experience of Jonestown? Did people tell you they wanted to leave?
I was one of the members who loved Jonestown. I always felt that there were many positives of our community, and that the problems would be sorted out and resolved once we did not have to work so hard building everything. If you look at a photo of Jonestown - built in just over 3 years, you will see how amazing it became in that short time. We were humping to make it less primitive and more functional and livable. I did not see things that would not be remedied as soon as our full-out building was done. For people who were not happy in Jonestown, it was a prison. You could not leave. Jim asked people to work hard and that after two years, anyone would be free to go. Many were rightly skeptical. Jim did not ever want anyone to leave. He took it as a personal betrayal and defeat. Even when about 20 people wanted to go with Congressman Ryan, he was overwhelmed. Twenty people out of 1,000. His paranoia and Narcissistic Personality Disorder (even besides his drug addiction) did not allow him to see that in perspective. For those of us in Jonestown, since people did not speak about how they wanted to leave (much as in Hitler’s Germany, where parents were reported by their children or neighbors), I had no idea that people seriously wanted out. I was a zealot so no one would have told me.

As a former member, how do you view the tragic ending of the Peoples Temple?
Jim Jones talked about revolutionary suicide in the death tape, however some scholars view it as mass murder?
The term “Revolutionary Suicide” was coined by Huey Newton, for his book published in the early 1970s. It was the rhetoric of the times, and was used at a time when the disenfranchised poor and people of color were reacting to the abuses of their neighborhoods. Many were saying that if they were to be killed by police or others anyway, they chose to decide the when and where. (That is a rough paraphrase) The deaths in Jonestown were murders. No good came out of the deaths, except that Jim got all the fame and infamy about the community just as he wanted. He never shared leadership.

How was Jim Jones’ behavior?
At the beginning, when I was part of the smaller Redwood Valley Peoples Temple, Jim’s behavior was inclusive, and consistent with the ideas he shared. He did work to get rid of racism within the Temple. Once he moved to San Francisco with many of his members from Redwood Valley, and many new members, I only saw him in public. He was very polished in public. I felt like I knew the “real” Jim Jones and so did not watch him as critically as I should have.

How did you feel inside the community?
The people I met in Peoples Temple were the best, most dedicated and diverse people I have met in my life. Many people made huge sacrifices because we all felt that we could create a safe community for our friends and family, and be a role-model community for the larger world. We worked tirelessly, and felt that each day, we accomplished a lot. I loved the Peoples Temple community, from the communes I lived in and the entire family - which is what it felt like to me.

Was sex an important element?
Jim was married, had a long-time mistress, and continued to have multiple partners over the years. He would justify having sex by telling us why these people “needed” him to show his care or his appreciation for their beauty - really, blaming the victim. And then, he used sex as a further control over that person. I would say that others in the Church were not invited to have multiple partners, and instead earned Jim’s trust be being celibate. He often referred to people as most trustworthy because they were single. He preferred everyone to have a personal connection with him, no room for others or rather, no distraction from others.

When and why did you leave the community?
I did not leave the community. I happened to be working in Georgetown from late October through the deaths in Jonestown on November 18, 1978.

How did Jones maintain such a strong control over the members?
First, Jim Jones was extremely smart. He just outsmarted us by knowing what to say to pull us in. He would speak and be sure he covered exactly what each person or group wanted to hear. I was always political, along with many other members. He would be sure to include politics and a political message in each sermon. Many members were religious, and he would be sure to include that as well. He was well-versed in the bible, although I have a strong opinion that it was useful for him, rather than it being his core belief. Religion was a magnet he could use to draw people in. Then, he would teach and model how activism was essential in interacting with the world.
Second, Jim actually helped nearly every family. He could write letters to get people out of jail or on probation, or get leniency. He helped get people off of drugs, into housing, into communes with shared resources so everyone had a safe place to stay, with enough food. He provided free legal help and got medical attention to members when they had been denied help. Really, every family was impacted by the services provided in Peoples Temple. People could not fathom that he would do them harm when he had so tenderly cared for them or their loves ones over the years. He was powerful because of his deeds. He took care of people.
As a consequence, people did not admit to seeing his flaws. His drug addiction and personality disorder, which worsened in Jonestown, were hidden by his closest nurses/mistresses/secretaries. His reputation was protected vigilantly. Most of us had no clue about how he was disintegrating right in front of us. Even people who did see some problems had no idea that he was so mentally ill that he would kill 917 people and himself.
There had been no precedent in US history of a leader killing nearly 1,000 people. No one in Peoples Temple - or very few, because some did see it on the horizon and left - could have imagined that end. We thought any issues in the community could be fixed as we settled into Jonestown and didn’t have to work so hard.


How did you feel the People’s Temple was taking a stand for social justice?
From the first day, I realized that Jim Jones had an adopted family of all races - Black, Native American, Asian, and his “home grown” son. He and his wife were the first white couple in the State of Indiana to adopt a Black child - Jim Jones Jr. His congregation was the same - mixed race, mixed socio-economic levels, mixed education. This was in the 1960s and 1970s, in a country that JUST passed the Civil Rights Act. Even today, that is not the norm.

From there, we moved on to supporting emerging groups - we spoke up for the LGBTQ community in San Francisco, the American Indian Movement, the Farmworkers, really, all of them. They were us and we were them. We wrote letters to Judges to get family members and community members released from prison, and helped be the voice for the voiceless. That was our mission and we did it tirelessly.

In the late 1960s, I think that was Jim at his “purest.” He always had a borderline personality disorder - and power issues - he wanted all the power, over all of us. But, it really started eroding what he was doing in the early 1970s when he was so successful with the powerful in San Francisco and in California.

What did you see was your role in fighting for social justice?
In high school, I had been active in integrating my neighborhood in Maryland, and in the fight for equality and putting an end to segregation. In college in Connecticut, I worked hard on civil and human rights, and demonstrated to end the war in Vietnam, among other things.

After college, and a brief marriage, I went to Woodstock - but wasn’t interested in being immersed in that culture. Then I lived and worked with the Black Panthers for about 6 months. That did not work for me as a naive, and optimistic young girl.

When I moved to California and met Jim Jones and Peoples Temple - I thought of Jim as a protector who would enable me to continue on with my political activism. That was my life-blood.

How do you think the social issues of the time affected the rise of the People’s Temple?
I know that the society going through such upheaval (with the murders of so many leaders in the 1960s (MLK, the Kennedys, Malcolm X, Medgar Evers), with the war in Vietnam being so unpopular, and with Civil Rights and civil abuses so much in all of our minds made Jim’s rise to a political position meteoric. He was at the right place (SF) and at the right time to become a spokesperson for many of the disenfranchised.

What do you see as the impact of Jonestown on society?
Jonestown had the POTENTIAL to show the world that racism and abuse did not have a role in our society and that we should get rid of both in our communities. Those of us who went to Jonestown thought that we could prove to the world that our kind of mixed and fluid society worked. We thought we could keep our kids safe from drugs, give them a community that valued them, and … That is what we thought. What we didn’t know was that jim had so deteriorated in mental health, and had become so drug-addicted, that he stood in the way of that happening.

Could you describe what the transition into life after the People’s Temple was for you?
When I came back from Guyana, I was totally shell-shocked. I moved back into the San Francisco Temple building on Geary and Fillmore for four months until the Conservator assigned to sell off the assets of Peoples Temple kicked us out. Then, I lived in several different communes of Peoples Temple survivors for the next ten months. The government put a lien on my passport, saying I had to reimburse the $500 they spent to bring me back from Guyana, since I was one of those who received a subpoena to appear before the Grand Jury. I went to work, got a job, and went to school at night. I was putting one foot forward at a time - but not yet determined that I wanted to keep going. It was very difficult and we survivors were not much help to each other or to ourselves.

After a year of trying to make my decision about survival, I moved into a community I had been spending time with - Synanon. Synanon was a residential drug treatment program when it started in the 1950s, but it had become a fully-functioning diverse community with both former drug addicts and “squares” - those who did not become drug addicts. Over the years, there were thousands of residents who passed through. When I moved in in 1980, there were roughly 50% squares and 50% former drug addicts. Synanon took good care of me. However, there are some events mostly from before I moved in that were illegal and problematic. Some of my fellow survivors from Peoples Temple were anxious for me, moving into another “cult.” Synanon closed in 1990, when the IRS rescinded tax status because of profits we were making in selling advertising products.

While in Synanon, I married my current husband, Ron, and my son was born.

In 1990, we moved out. I went back to school and got my California Clear Teaching Credential. I started teaching in 1994. I also became a Quaker in 1994.

After 20 years of keeping my head in the sand, I went to the 20th Anniversary Gathering at Evergreen Cemetery in Oakland, where most of those murdered in Guyana were buried. That was when my healing began - once I realized I would and could never forget. My life in Peoples Temple is part of who I am today. Once I admitted to myself that I am forever changed - somehow, I could work with that and fully move on.

In the early 2000s, I started public speaking. I wrote and published my book JONESTOWN SURVIVOR: An Insider’s Look in 2010. I continue speaking about Peoples Temple and my experiences.

How would you like history to remember the people of Jonestown?
The people of Peoples Temple were wonderfully committed and optimistic people who wanted a better world and who were willing to make great sacrifices to bring it about. We were so determined, we failed to watch Jim enough, especially at the end. In Jonestown, his mental and physical health deteriorated, and he and his secretaries/mistresses/nurses were able to hide the disintegration.

In your opinion, what do you think is the historical significance of Jonestown and the People’s Temple?
There is an enormous historical significance of Jonestown and Peoples Temple. Here are just a FEW:

Leaders can never be given absolute loyalty.

Insanity can be very well hidden.

There is no time and place where critical thinking and observation can be turned off.

There are certain behaviors of cult-leaders that are recognizable:

Wanting to take members away from family and loved ones who are not a part of the group

Moving the group to a remote location

Creating a we/they belief system

Refusing any questioning or corrections of the leaders

Keeping members exhausted and poor

Never assigning anyone as a replacement

Really, it is a very long list.

Are there any misconceptions about the People’s Temple that you would like to correct?
There are many misconceptions. The primary one that I always want to address is the nature of the membership. We were bright, hardworking, and optimistic people. It was unimaginable to us that Jim Jones, who had gotten our family members out of jail, into the hospital, into shared housing where there was enough food, and kids into safer environments - and so much more. It was just not possible that the same person would become so mentally imbalanced that he would murder or assist in murdering 918 people.

Cazriel Fake Married Fic - Part 1/?

Wouldn’t Dream of It, Dearest

Ship: Cazriel

Summary: Fake Married Trope, fluff so ridiculous and sweet it will rot your teeth and soul whole, bed sharing, drunkenness, cuddles. The antidote to tonight’s silliness. 

Part One

“We’ll need agents doing groundwork, collecting as much information as possible for before we strike,” Rhys said, rubbing his jaw, which was thick with three days worth of unshaven stubble. None of them had been sleeping or cleaning properly since Vassa had explained to them just what kind of trouble brooded to the east upon the Continent. “It’ll be a long mission. We can’t afford to reveal our intent until we are sure we have found a weakness to exploit.”

The tales they had heard of Koschei had left them all petrified, tales of a deathless sorcerer who could not be killed, for his soul was buried beneath a tree. A being who took all he desired without a second thought, and had countless monsters wielded in his charge to do his bidding. Most prevalent of all, however, was his penchant for stealing young virgins and beautiful maidens and enslaving them to his will, cursing them as he had Vassa.

And now he had set his sights on Feyre, the legendary woman from across the sea, a prize whose rarity eclipsed them all.

“I’m not sending anyone,” Azriel said shortly, arms crossed tight over his chest, his back tense, straight. “It’s too dangerous, and I won’t risk them on a suicide mission. I’ll go.”

“You can’t go on your own, Az,” Rhys countered. “Else you’ll end up just like Helion. No. I’ll go with you.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Mor, Az, and Amren all snapped in unison, making their high lord raise an eyebrow.

“You need to keep things in order here. Protect your mate,” Az said as calmly as he could manage when his High Lord insisted on being a self-sacrificing moron. Said High Lord huffed and pouted like a sulking infant, but did not protest further.

“Obviously, we know the solution to this,” Cassian said with a theatrical sigh, placing his hand on his chest before swooning against Azriel - it was a good thing Azriel was a well-trained warrior, because the bastard was heavy. “I must go too, to protect my precious little bat baby.”

“I’m older than you.”

“So precious,” Cassian sighed, now with an arm hooked around Azriel’s neck, trapping him as he stroked his hair with actual, real fake tears in his eyes. “Too good for this cruel world.”

“At least we know he can act,” Rhys said dryly, bemused by the display before him but not shooting the idea down. “We can’t just have two Illyrian warriors turn up and move next door to his Lake. You’ll need a cover.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Amren said, eyes narrow, smile wicked as she studied the two boys. “I’ve got just that thing.”

*

“What a lovely place,” Cassian remarked, looking around at the quaint little village and the cottage they had recently purchased. “I do think we’ll be quite happy here.”

“Oh, you have a wife?” Asked the girl from the adjacent house, who had come out to welcome the new neighbours and found herself really quite pleased to find a strapping, handsome man posing outside the gate.

Chuckling, Cassian shrugged. “I suppose you could say that. Dearest?” He yelled. “Stop obsessing over how the china is arranged and come meet our lovely neighbour. Caroel, was it?”

“Yes,” the girl, who was a new bride herself, said with a blush. “Have you been married long?”

“Oh no. We just got back from our honeymoon. Newly minted lovebirds we are. Dearest, do hurry up!”

Scowling bitterly, the person who emerged from the cottage did not look the slightest bit like a blushing bride. Instead he looked like a child who had just had his sandcastle destroyed, possibly seconds away from steam coming out of his ears. “What?” He snapped irritably at his ‘husband’.

“Just showing you off darling,” Cassian answered sweetly, before lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper and murmuring to Caroel. “We’ve been travelling for two weeks. He gets awfully cranky when we can’t- you know.”

Whether Azriel heard that comment or not, Cass couldn’t say; Regardless, he gave Caroel the briefest of nods before turning on his heels and storming back off into the cottage. “Well, better go help out with the unpacking! Pleasure to meet you neighbour!” Cassian called, following him inside with a cheerful wave.

*

“You aren’t really mad, are you?” Cassian asked, as they sat on the couches that night and ate the tinned tomatoes and pasta Cassian had heated up for them. He’d go to the store and get some proper food tomorrow.

“I am an Illyrian Warrior, Shadowsinger to The Most Powerful High Lord and Lady ever.” Azriel stabbed some spaghetti. “And here I am playing house.”

“For the greater good.”

“I feel ridiculous.”

Shuffling over on the cushions, Cassian slung an arm around his fake-husband’s shoulders. “Oh relax you big baby. It’s just pretending. Besides, how different is it really? We’ve lived together since we were kids. We’ve fought together. Trained together. And now we’re spying together.” Grinning, he twirled a forkful of spaghetti onto his fork and held it up to his beautiful wife’s mouth. “Just a chance to spend some good-quality bro time together.”

Azriel stared back at him. He deliberated for a hot second, before reluctantly glomping the offered food and swallowing. “Fine,” he said through his mouthful. “But I am not doing anything… married couple-y.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, dearest.”

*

To be fair to Cassian, he had mostly forgotten that when Caroel and Kain asked them to come over for dinner, it would be as a couple themselves, not as two platonic dudes there just to eat pizza and banter. To his surprise, however, they arrived in the evening to their neighbour’s cottage to find it lit by candlelight, soft jazz music playing from the corner.  

“We haven’t had a couple over in ages,” Caroel said warmly, ushering them in and over to the set dining table. “Everyone who’s married has been fleeing away from- well, you know who. Don’t want to risk raising a child or settling down around someone so prone to…” She trailed off, her husband placing a comforting hand upon her shoulder. She forced a smile. “Well. Our families have been here for ten generations, so no way are we moving just for some stuffy old Tyrant. After all, if we did that in this world, we’d be moving every two years! There seems to be a surplus of their kind lately… I heard in Prythian, they just finished cleaning up after the last one.”

“What can you tell us about Koschei?” Azriel asked, ever the alert spy, locking onto the change to dig up information like a hawk. He did seem a little bit too keen though, in Cassian’s opinion, to be passing as a homely husband just over for a nice spot of dinner.

“Oh, you don’t want to hear about that,” Caroel fussed, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. “Not good talk for appetites. On that note, can I get either of you some wine?”

Azriel, being a professional douchebag, and a douchebag professional, decline, but Cassian downed nearly two glasses of the red before dinner was even served. Alcohol helped numb the lingering pain in his wings and muscles from the battle with Hybern, as the tears lingered, his wings hardly surviving yet another shredding so soon after the infiltration of Hybern’s castle. It also helped him make up for Azriel, who was stiff and cold and unconversational, so he covered up the silence with loud chatter and laughter. By dessert, he had one arm looped around his husband’s shoulders and was hugging him close.

“Ah yes, you see we met in a summer camp,” Cassian answered, when Kain asked for how they’d ended up together. “We hated each other at first. This one’s always been a little bit of a sulky bat baby.” Said sulky bat baby was already flushed scarlet at the intimate hold he was in, and only burned darker as Cassian twiddled his forefinger into his cheek to give him dimples. “But you know, true love will out. We stuck with each other through thick and thin. It’s hard not to love someone so serious and caring.”

“And with such a lovely ass,” Caroel, who’d helped Cassian drink two bottles of wine, added. They both laughed at Kain and Azriel’s expense, and high-fived.

“I think we’d better go home,” Azriel said tightly, and Kain seemed to agree a little too quickly, a possessive hand resting upon his wife’s arm.

“Put I haven’t even told them about that one time when we-”

“Home. Now.” Az practically dragged him from his chair, only just catching him in time when his drunken legs failed to support him.

“Oopsie,” Cassian giggled. “You’ll have to carry me, my love.”

Seething wordlessly, Azriel said their thanks to their hosts and hauled Cassian out of the door back out the lane and down to their own cottage, struggling to manage him and the keys as he unlocked the door. “I am going to kill you,” he warned the other man under his breath, still warm in the face from humiliation.

“Oh, you love me really,” Cassian slurred with another giggle. “No one compliments your ass like I do.”

“Yeah, you’re a real poet.”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, for as Azriel sat about heaving Cassian over to the sofa, he cried, “Shall I compare thy’s arse to a summer day? Tis more lovely and more shapely. Rough winds do shake the darling cheeks of-” With Cassian collapsed upon the sofa, Azriel grabbed a pillow and straddled him, smothering the terrible verse without mercy, ignoring the thrashing of his vulgar husband beneath him.

“Are you quiet done?” Cassian yelled a muffled reply, which he took to mean yes. Sucking in breath as he was released, Cass looked up at his murderous beloved and grinned blearily.

“My beautiful wife.”

“You can’t get that drunk here. What if you’d said something?”

“Like how much I love you?”

“Urgh. You’re impossible.”

“Impossibly handsome you mean.”

“Impossibly imbecilic.”

Chuckling in good - or intoxicated - humour, Cassian gradually fell quiet, staring up at him. With a shaky, uncoordinated hand he reached up and managed to touch Az’s cheek, cradling his jaw. “You are lovely.”

“And you are drunk.”

“Even when I’m sober, you’re lovely. You’re always there, for everyone. Always protecting. Always caring.”

“I don’t know why I bother with you,” Az replied dryly, leaning away from his touch. There was something deeply disturbing about the way his stomach twisted in response, about how he wanted to lean in, not out.

Gazing at him with heavy, sad eyes, Cassian said nothing for a moment before smiling softly. He moved his hand down to Azriel’s waist, and then hooked an arm around his chest. In a flash, he’d pulled him down, and lay spooning him on the sofa. “Stay with me tonight,” Cassian said. “It’s been lonely sleeping down here every night while you’re off in the bedroom.”

“I told you we could swap,” Az pointed out, very glad for the dark and Cassian’s inebriated state, for he did not want his burning cheeks to be witnessed by anyone, not even the Cauldron.

“That’s not the point.”

Frozen by the odd, clenching sensation in his gut, Az counted five minutes before he reckoned Cass had to be asleep, and moved to slip from his grip. “Stay,” Cass whispered, his breath hot and close against his neck, his ear, raising the soft, downy hairs upon his neck. “Please.”

“This sofa isn’t big enough for the both of us.”

Cass was quiet, before cuddling closer into his back. “I can’t sleep,” he said, no longer laughing, smiling - Az could hear the vulnerability in the wobble in his voice. “Not since…. Not since the battle.” He laughed, shakily. “I don’t know why. I’ve nearly died a thousand times. But this… this was different. I was so weak. I couldn’t protect anyone. Not even Nesta, not even after I promised her…”

Considering for a moment, Az said nothing. Instead, he slipped out from Cassian’s grip and bent down, scooping the overgrown bat up into his arms - it was a good thing he was a lot stronger than he looked, because the War General was heavy. “Az?” Keeping a firm grip on the man, he carried him through to the master bedroom he’d been occupying for the month they’d been staying there and plopped Cass down on the left hand side.

“No matter how big those puppy eyes get Cass, that sofa isn’t going to get any bigger. You can sleep here. Just for tonight.”

Gaping at him like he had just preformed a holy miracle, Cass watched him as he stripped off to his birthday suit and clambered into bed neck to him, lying on his side to face him so that his wings could flop over the side of the bed. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Az said with as much nonchalance as he could manage with Cass’s face so close and his breath so hot as it danced across his face, tickling his lashes. “What else are husband’s for?”

“I thought that pretence shamed you for all eternity.”

Studying the big goof of a war hero before him, Azriel smirked in spite of himself, reaching over and brushing Cassian’s fringe out of his eyes. “I could never be ashamed of you. You’re family.
And you’re my closest friend.”

“Except Mor,” Cass pointed out.

“I don’t know about that,” Az said under his breath, his fingers lingering in Cass’s hair, curling and uncurling loose strands around his forefinger. “Sometimes… it feels like she’s keeping something from me. And honestly, I don’t think I have the right to demand it from her. I keep things from her too.

“But you,” Az sighed, “you found them out by fate. It was inevitable, what with us going on so many missions and battles together.”

“You mean… what happens to you at night? What you say in your sleep?” Cass said, a little more clunky in his phrasing than perhaps intended thanks to the alcohol.

“…Yeah. And other stuff.”

Silence enveloped them once again, though they were so close, knees touching, that they could each hear the other’s breathing, the other’s heartbeat. Smell the alcohol and ink on each other’s skin. “I could never be ashamed of you either, Az,” Cass said finally, catching the hand stroking his hair as he looked over at the man whom he had known since he was just a boy frozen in ice, new to a world beyond four cramped walls. “I think you’re brilliant.”

Az snorted softly, a wry smile on his face. “You’re not so bad yourself. Now go to sleep, else this hangover is going to kill you.”

“Know it all.”

“Moron.”

“Goody two shoes.”

“Fool.”

Sniggering, Cass leaned forward suddenly, too quickly for Azriel to react. He pecked him softly on the forehead. “Night husband.” Az watched him flop back into the sheets and pass out within a couple of seconds, the booze sweeping him under. He watched him breathe, slow and steady, as his own heart raced.

“Good night.”  

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Expectations

5k words, R rated

It’s the first time Scorpius and Albus have been to the Manor together since they started dating. They can’t help but think about how far they’ve come since they first met, and they also can’t help but take the new-found opportunities that being properly alone together as a couple can offer. 

This was written as a birthday present for the wonderful @abradystrix. Thanks for being an awesome beta, advice-giver, and friend. I hope your day is full of cake and happiness, and that you feel better soon! <3 

My logistical advice-giver and brilliant beta for this one was @bounding-heart.

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*request —> komihannie said: So can I request for Yuta scenario? :) y/n n Yuta are an arrange marriage couple, but lately Yuta actually falling for her n he got jealous whe seeing her with her boy bestfri, then they fight n he confessed to her >< Thz u n I luv ur blog so much ❤

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

author’s note: 1,362 words. I was initially expecting more angst but this ended up having more softness to it. 

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