disclaimer; i did not take these!

Truth May Vary

Yes, hi, excuse me, passing through, dropping crap all over the fandom. 

Hi. So, I did the prompt! @pink-paladin-lance hope you like it, tho I didn’t made it as angsty bc I craved fluffiness and well, …yeah. Hope you like it anyways!

Ps. Long Post. So yeah! No warnings? Just mean aliens, psh. 

Nothing much to say? Enjoy! 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and the idea come from @pink-paladin-lance (:

Edit: ….Did i fixed it the damn problem or? 

“Alright! Another win for Voltron!” Hunk shouts animatedly as he wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulder, shaking him as he cheers, “Did you guys see how Keith dodged that laser beam when one of the Galras tried to sneak up on him? Keith, buddy, that was amazing! You totally flipped them!”

Keith laughs as he takes off his helmet and brushes Hunk’s praise off. “What? No, come on! Are you kidding? Were you even present when your Lion completely crushed that rock and saved the entire village? Because I was and it was out of this planet, man.”

“Okay, guys, but I think I speak for everyone that the best part was when we formed Voltron and we completely destroyed that Robeast because Shiro’s plan was on point!” Pidge cuts in, grinning behind her shoulder to meet their leader, “If it hadn’t been for your quick thinking, the battle would have taken a lot longer.”

Shiro chuckles from his place besides Allura and waves the compliments off with a hand. “No way. The plan was a success because your plants held the Robeast long enough for us to make a move, Pidge. You have been improving a lot since the day we found of about your Lion’s power.”

Lance watches from the sidelines as he stands besides Coran, a few feet away from the team. He smiles fondly as he hears them cheer and praise each other, their adrenaline and enthusiasm that always come from a winning battle still running through their blood.

“Wait, wait, but did you guys notice when Lance –” Keith’s sentence is suddenly cut off when the Prince of the Royal Family from the Kingdom they just saved clears his throat abruptly, catching everyone’s attention and making Keith’s proud grin to dim, replacing it with a frown.

“On behalf of my people and my Mother, I would like to express our gratitude towards the brave Paladins of Voltron who saved us today and forevermore, for it is their duty to defend and serve this Universe from the claws of evil.” The Prince says, voice high and powerful.

He stares into each of the Paladin’s eyes before they fall on Allura. “Princess Allura, please, as a thank you, allow us to escort you and the entire team to our Castle in order to present you an exquisite and well deserved banquet in your honor.”

Allura smiles and opens her mouth to respond but Lance’s voice beats her to it.

“Sure, dude!” He shouts happily, walking a few steps until he’s standing beside Allura and Shiro. “A banquet is always appreciated! I mean, Voltron really kicked some serious ass today if you know what I mean.” Lance can hear the way his team groan and chuckle at his words, too used to Lance’s cocky facade and he can feel Allura’s playful smack of her hand on his ribs.

Lance’s grin fades when the Price stares down at him unamused and something inside him drops unpleasantly.

“Blue…Paladin, of course.” The Prince says, a bore and uninterested tone on the back of his tone as he forces a rigid polite smile, “While I agree with you on the fact that Voltron surely won this battle by their own hands, I have to ask…”

He pauses, letting his words linger in the air as he takes a step towards Lance and clicks his tongue.

“Why are you on the team? I’m sure that your … talents, if you even have some, can be of much assistance back in the Castle.”

Lance’s smile falls and he hears the way someone behind him takes a sharp intake of breath but Lance doesn’t bother to turn around to found out who exactly.

“Well, I am the Blue Paladin. I have to be where the team is, of course.” Lance says, mouth twitching in what he hopes to be a smile but ends up being a grimace.

The Prince clicks his tongue once again and shakes his head as if in disappointment. “Ah, my apologies, Blue Paladin. I had just assumed that you were just filling the spot for the time being until the true Blue Paladin claimed the title.”

Lance doesn’t need to turn around to know what’s happening behind his back. He can feel the tense air that has settled on the team. He can hear the hard shallow pants from Hunk’s end as the Yellow Paladin tries to suppress the urge to lunge at the Prince. He can hear the soft faint sound of Shiro’s arm activating itself along with Keith’s bayard. He can even feel Pidge’s deathly glare that goes through him to get to their target that is the Prince.

He feels the grip of Allura’s hand on his suit tighten and the way Coran’s hand find its way until it’s resting on his shoulder.

But the Prince doesn’t. He doesn’t see, feel or sense any of what Lance does because they are not his team, they are Lance’s.

The Prince continues.

“No offense, Blue Paladin, but I had actually thought that Princess Allura here was the rightful Paladin for the Blue Lion. Having her leadership and power aside, she seems to be such a good fit for the title.”

Lance doesn’t disagree.

“Of course, I might be wrong. After all, there must be a reason why you are fighting besides Voltron itself. I speak out only because I believe your talents have been blurred by being surrounded by such powerful people and I’m merely concerned about the efficiency in future battles, thinking that your efforts may not be good enough –”

Lance can’t even come up with a response because suddenly there’s a body rushing past him and then Keith is standing there, pressing his Marmora Blade against the Prince’s neck.

“Would you like to say that again? Just to make sure I have the right motive to make you regret those words?” Keith hisses, face inches away from the Prince’s.

“Keith.” Coran calls, sharp and with a hidden warning, “Step back from the Prince, right now, Young Paladin.”

“But Coran –!”

Right now.

Keith growls but ends up taking a step back, his scowl deep in his face as he glares at the Prince from a distance.

“Prince Yult,” Allura says, voice tight and on edge as she releases Lance’s suit and takes a step forward, “While we appreciate your hospitality, you have no right to –”

“Princess Allura, if I may?” Lance cuts off, quiet but firm as he raises his chin high, staring at her evenly.

Allura stares right back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she nods.

“Prince Yult.” Lance addresses respectfully and waits until the royal nods at him before he continues, “I can understand your confusion about my position as a Paladin and your concern around the topic. My team’s talent and power is unmeasured and it’s not something anyone can live up to.”

“Lance…” Keith mumbles behind him but Lance continues.

“Which is why I must ask of you, not to doubt my team’s efficiency based on their one weakness that is me.”

“Lance, that’s enough.” Shiro snaps, low and dangerous but Lance doesn’t stop.

“Rest reassured, your highness.” Lance smiles, tight and forced, “That Voltron shall continue winning more battles and I will not be a liability to the team.”

“Buddy, come on, stop –”

“Now, if you excuse me, your highness.” Lance says, cutting Hunk’s plead short, “I shall take my leave. I’m sure the rest of the team would love to meet the Queen, but I sadly need to go back to the Castle and stand guard.”

Lance doesn’t wait for an answer. He turns around, ignoring the way Keith reaches out to him and how the rest of the team calls his name.

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The Epic Tail of a Girl and Her Cat

Guys. GUYS.  We started doing stories before bed with my three year old.  I think it got to me.

This is Chat

Stormy Weather / Climatika

He’s friendly, playful and has no bones

Dark Cupid / Dislocœur, Rogercop

Chat is a cat

Princess Fragrance / Princesse Fragrance, The Mime / Le Mime

This is Chat’s Human


She plays with him

Darkblade / Le Chevalier Noir

And gives him scritches


But not too many (he is, after all, a cat)

Dark Cupid / Dislocœur

His Human smells like warmth, comfort and other good things


Chat loves his Human (and she loves him)


She’s his forever home


THE END =^‥^=


Sometimes, cats think they have two Humans, but it’s really the same Human twice.  Shhh.  Don’t tell him…

The Evillustrator / Le Dessinateur

Link to my ML Crack Post Master List

**Disclaimer:  This was done to make people laugh and is entirely in fun.  The fact that I have to add a disclaimer stating this is not fun.  If you’re gonna hate, please take your business elsewhere.  I don’t give attention to trolls or haters.  Thanks.  Also, I’m not a LadyNoir shipper.  I’m not a Marichat shipper.  I’m an EVERYONE shipper.  Tonight just happened to be a LadyNoir post.  Or whatever the hell that was.  If reblogging tag however you want.** 

Don't Repeat History

I couldn’t help myself ;u;

Important stuff:

Ok, I’m done. I did this like, in half and hour and stuff so it’s pretty simple but yeah. *Shrugs* 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the AU.

The words leave him before he could stop himself.

“This is the Blue Lion?” He asks, voice small as he stares up at the big lion in front of him, something inside him urging him to come closer but he pushes it back stubbornly.

Allura nods besides him, a pleased smile on her face. “Yes, you used to be her paladin. The Blue Lion is known to be one of the friendliest of Lions; your bond with her has been so strong since the beginning, never wavering in the least. It is said that –”

Lance tunes Allura’s voice down, leaving behind a faint ringing noise in his ears as he stares wide eyed at Blue’s motionless eyes.

He feels a tug inside him one more time and this time he winces, feeling it more physically than mental.

The ringing turns into purrs and soft growling and Lance breathing come out short as he watches Blue’s dim eyes lighten up with life.

One, two, three ticks and then it’s like Blue’s eyes snap open and images fill his head.

He can’t make sense of anything. The faces are blurred, the noises that start as laughter turn into painful screams and sobs. Every feeling overwhelms him: there’s anxiety, excitement, stubbornness, determination, pride, love.

There’s relief. There’s a soft comfort feeling in the back of his head but it’s not enough to calm his breathing, to ease his tense shoulder and beating heart.

Lance vaguely notices that he started shaking, barely hearing the muffled drowned voice of Allura near him, calling to him, asking for him.

He doesn’t understand the words, but he doesn’t bothers to. He just needs to go, there’s too much around him and inside him. He can’t be here, he can’t deal with this, he needs to leave.

He needs to leave.

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Lights, Camera, Action! (M)

word count: 4.7k

genre: smut; movie star AU + actor!hoseok

pairing: reader/hoseok

summary: you were just a small town actress who’d been picked up for a big movie starring you and award winning actor shin hoseok. turns out, there’s quite a steamy scene that you two must take part in and you’re more than nervous about it. luckily, hoseok is a professional and he isn’t afraid to help you out.

dedicated to: my valentine, @wonholypeach​ who isn’t feeling well after her surgery and needed a pick-me-up. enjoy and please get well soon love!  ♡

a/n: just a disclaimer i did minimal research on actual movie sex scenes & have very limited knowledge on this so this is definitely not realistic.


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Adrien's Game IV: The Revenge

**Disclaimer and links to other parts of this series are at the bottom of this post.  If you see a text in bold and linked, it leads to another of my ramblings.**

You know those post-2000s remakes that give you the TMI version of a character’s back story? Yeah…y’all can blame (or thank) @luciemiddleford for giving me ideas.

In Horrificator (Revised):

  • The kids are doing a movie for REASONS and
  • Mylène and Adrien are playing the leads
  • how did they get her to agree to this btw?
  • she had to have known it was a horror movie, right?
  • RIGHT?
  • predictably, she gets scared
  • not of how handsome her lead is (which is understandable)
  • …of this
  • hey I’m not gonna judge; some people have a fear of luchadores
  • also I can tell you from personal experience that wearing a burlap sack on your head is itchy and smelly
  • …which makes Mylène’s smelly wolf song much more relevant…
  • …ANYway, Chloe opens her damn mouth
  • You know you’ve gone too far when the Sunshine Child calls you out on your bitchiness
  • Mylène is OUT you guys
  • Who’s gonna take her part?
  • Adrien: *hopeful look at Marinette*

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anonymous asked:

Hey this is a rly weird question but I'm super new to Astro and keep hearing a LOT about Binu? Are they like, actually dating what is happening? How did this begin?

ajdhaskdjf this question made me laugh so much hfaksjd hi anON I’M BACK WITH A 28-SLIDE SLIDESHOW ARE YOU READY

quick disclaimer: none of these photos are mine i either took screenshots off of videos or i took them off google!! if you own any of these and want me to take them down just message me!!

extra bonus: the anon that sent me this when i was making the slide show - 


if ur still not convinced i recommend this

jks lmao conclusion: i’m glad you got into astro and i hope you enjoy your stay 

summer nights with seventeen

a/n: ahh, 180 followers?? I did not expect this :’) thank you guys sm! sorry we haven’t posted in a while, I’ve (lex) been preparing for wanna one’s debut (and it was amazing, I actually cried). anyways, here’s a little scenario I whipped up, Lala helped me with a few members (as always)! also, don’t forget that requests are open, just send us a message. disclaimer: all of these scenarios are purely fictional and are made up by me and lala. sorry that some are longer than others. - lex

{gif isn’t ours} 


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Enough Is Enough - Part 3

Summary: You have known Bucky Barnes your entire life and he is your twin brother’s best friend, so seeing him on a daily basis shouldn’t be all that much of a problem right? Wrong. You hate the guy, with a passion, and no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to get rid of him. He is there, constantly, like some persistent little pest that refuses to leave from where it’s not welcome.

So what happens when you start to pick up on just why that might be? Will your strong opinion on him change or become even worse?

Note: This is the third part to my entry for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge I had the prompt  “I don’t hate you. It’s just that if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you to save your life, is all.” and chose to have it as a Bucky x Reader fic.I’m so glad that you are all enjoying this….your feedback is appreciated soooooo much <3 This isn’t the final chapter just incase you are a little unsure at the end. There’s still more to come!

Bucky x Reader (AU)

Words: 2,547

Warnings: A swear word, angst, and some bullying towards the reader.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

‘Enough Is Enough’ Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


“When it comes to you I am scared of everything….mainly losing you like I did my mom, my dad, and the rest of my family. You and Steve are the only people left in my life now and I’m scared that if I let you get too close to me then you will be taken from me. I figured you hating me was the best route to take.”

In all the years you had known the male stood before you this was the first time you ever heard such raw emotion coming from him and before you could say anything to him your heart broke at the sight of tears rolling down his cheeks as his own emotions finally got the better of him and his chest heaved with the sobs building up inside him.

                                                 * * * * * * * * * *

You had been stood staring at him for a good ten minutes now, mouth hanging open, as your mind replayed what he had just said over and over again. It was like it was being played on an endless loop until you finally accepted that he’d actually said it because right now you were definitely convinced you had just been hearing things. There was no way he just confessed his feelings to you….he hated you!

“Are you…..going to say anything or just stand there like some kind of shocked goldfish?”

Although there was an amused tone to his words the look in his eyes showed how anxious he had grown at your extended silence.

“I…” Your eyes turn to face him but words were still the last thing your mind was attempting to conjure up. But then your face soon distorts into an angry expression as the reality of what he said finally sank in. “…is this some kind of sick joke? Wait…..did you and Steve BOTH plan this?!”

The anger that was beginning to build up inside of you overrode any previous feeling of anxiety you’d had as you squared up to him and drove a single finger hard into his chest. His eyes widened in surprise at the last reaction he had been expecting from you.

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anonymous asked:

Okay regarding your last post, I don't know if you do Recs but I'm super into rarepairs (usually m/m or f/f but open to anything) and I wanted to know your too 5 'holy grail' fics for rare pairs, and maybe your too 5 for drarry? I need new pairings in my life but I also don't want to stray too far from my sweet baby sons which is why I'm asking about them too.

Hey anon :) I’m happy to take recs, absolutely (mostly because I’m not a reccer, and so don’t get flooded with them… if I suddenly get flooded with rec requests, this will likely change, just so everyone knows)

And I am MORE than happy to share the rare pair love. Just bear in mind this comes with a huge disclaimer: except for the two FF recs, I read these a few years ago. I don’t know what I think of them now, but they’re the rare pairs I saved to my computer because I enjoyed them that much. Hopefully that means you will too, and it wasn’t a case of “please god I’ll take anything”.

But I know that I did save these so I’m hoping they’re good. Sadly, FF is much harder to find holy grail fics for, for me… I don’t know if I’m looking in the wrong places? I’d love recs as well for FF. (This is largely why I write FF for my original work, tbh.)

Holy grail rare pairs:

Ron/Harry: The Darkest Recesses of your Heart by kerryblaze

Harry disappears suddenly. Ron finds him hiding out in a small American town with a new set of friends and a new life and no memory of his old one.

(I remember it being really sweet, tons and I mean TONS of pining, and pretty sexy in places, and a happy ending)

Ron/Draco: Seachange by girlcalledjane

sea change (n):  a marked transformation.

(Malfoy shows up at Grimmauld Place, or something, and I remember it being a sexy/smutty fic with an amaaazingly convincing attraction)

Harry/George: May Contain Nuts by scoradh

After Voldemort is defeated, the script for Harry’s life comes to an end. Unsure of what to do with his life, he does nothing. Only one person is on hand to show Harry that a hero is not the sum of his vanquished enemies, but he’s got problems of his own.

(I remember it being about Harry discovering his sexuality? I think? And pining? Bit of angst and humor?)

Pansy/Hermione (two fics):


Pansy. Hermione. Bookstore horniness.

and Pave Me The Way To You

Hermione’s away on business, but she leaves Pansy a gift.

both by @lqtraintracks

(Both of these are sexy and smutty, full of love too)

Five Drarry (these are just the ones I read recently and adored. I don’t know that I could ever pick a top five?):

Touch by @bixgirl1

When Harry is referred to a professional cuddler for the soothing power of touch, he’s dubious — even more so when the Cuddler who shows up turns out to be Malfoy. But in the years since the war, Malfoy’s changed, and over the next several days Harry is confronted by how much he still doesn’t know about this new version of his old enemy — and by how much he wants to learn.

(A super sweet and intense exploration of trauma and growth and attraction. So cathartic and wonderful.)

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right?

(Okay this would probably be a top five. The Slytherins are amazing in this fic. Sorry, I chopped the summary bc it was so long.)

Headlights in the Snow by Saras_girl

What’s big and purple and smells like tea? Harry is about to find out.

(It’s Saras_girl. Come on. Just what you want in a Christmas fic–light and loving.)

Dear Enemy by @gingertodgers

An anonymous benefactor makes a generous donation to Harry Potter’s School for Squibs in exchange for a weekly letter from the Boy Who Lived.

What begins as a chore soon becomes the only outlet Harry has to talk about the war, love, life, hope, redemption, his renewed obsession with a certain blonde nemesis and how he really, honestly, believes that this will be the year Puddlemere United reclaim the Quidditch League Cup.

(THIS FIC. It doesn’t even feel like it’s written completely in letters, the descriptions and overlay of each letter is just so perfect and so deftly done. I loved every second and laughed so hard. It also has a great Luna/Ginny, so this is a holy grail rare pair too.)

The Mispronunciations of Draco Malfoy by @callingdrarry

‘Muggle AU where Harry is a barista and bartender and keeps running into his most stuck-up customer’ aka ‘All the times Harry managed to mispronounce Draco and the one time he got it right.’

(COFFEE SHOP AU! This was so sweet and hilarious <3 Exactly what you want in a coffee shop AU.)

Let me know if the links don’t work :) Enjoy!

anonymous asked:

22 with yoongi please:) if it could be hybrid!reader x normal yoongi smut i would offically die

Hey, I am sorry this took so long because I accidentally turned this into a oneshot rather than a drabble so I hope you’re fine with that. 

I got really excited about this ask, I had never tried to write something like this before, so I read a few other hybrid au fics and while I am on the way I am going to recommend the fic that mostly inspired my own Take it like a puppy by @mochijamz if you haven’t read it yet and it’s probably way better than mine. 

Don’t hesitate to send in any requests from the drabble game :3

I hope you enjoy your read :) 

22. “Did you just hiss at me?”

-4 029 words 


Pairing: Hybrid!Reader x Human Yoongi 

Genre: Hybrid AU 

~You’re college roommate turns out to be a human..~

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disclaimer: this needs to be polished so i’ll edit it sometime soon if i don’t forget

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❧ k.mg | limerence

Originally posted by tolmingyubby

pairing; seventeen mingyu x reader ft. vernon

genre; fluff, angst, a bit of nsfw, ceo!mingyu, lots of (maybe too much idk) secretary!vernon

synopsis; a pretty typical ceo fic, but with the ups and downs of falling in love with someone of such a high position.  

word count; 16.3k words (lolol wow an essay)

notes; this is dedicated to my one and only priya, @soongyuz !! or some of you may know her as @writingdummy aha. her birthday was on the 27th september and i meant to post this on that date but i never managed to finish it that early bc this is really,, long & i was (am) busy with school and dance !! so happy belated my love, i hope you like this hehe xx ps. this also increasingly became something i’m writing for hanni (@chillihansol) too, so !! i love you both, thnk you for being such amazing friends ♡

disclaimer; i have very minimal knowledge about the marketing industry and their pay, so i did some very simple research, but i may have changed some things here and there so that it can flow better in the story!! rmb that this is all fictional aha :p some parts are inspired by a mix of other fics that i hv read, such as hansolmate’s ‘the boy next door’ & dreamingseventeen’s ‘cinderella of sorts’  ٩(^‿^)۶

“Y/N! Could you help me mop the floor at the back? I’ll take care of the cashier,” the slightly plump lady requested.

“Sure,” you responded, and she smiles in gratitude. You return the smile. She was the owner of the mart you were working at — and she was amazingly nice and sweet, like a mother. She wasn’t often in the store when you were doing your shift, but she comes by once in a while to check up on you and help out, although she is the lady boss. She even brings packed food sometimes.

You were a part-timer who had worked pretty much everywhere. You had a job as a barista, a salesperson, and as mentioned, a cashier at a mart — everything. You knew that your family wasn’t very well-off, even though they tried to hide it from you. But c’mon, you were a grown-up, you would be able to tell as years went by. But you had pretended you didn’t.

You pretended that you didn’t see how your mother would always not eat the meat and give them to you and your older brother during meals. You pretended that you never noticed how your father works overtime almost every day, just to bring home an extra meagre sum of money. You acted oblivious to the fact that you often heard your parent’s quarrels in the middle of the night, after they assumed that you had gone to sleep, about the household bills and their unpaid debts.

You had quietly worked hard in high school and college, where you had taken up a marketing course, making an internal vow to yourself to get a good job when you grew older to feed your family properly and just clear up all their debts and bills at once. It even made you daydream sometimes, about how it would be like if you and your family were free of financial issues. That made you envy others a lot more, too. It must be nice being so free of worries.

However, your university life didn’t last very long. Having to juggle almost 3 part-time jobs while in college didn’t do you much good, and you soon had to drop out because one, you knew you couldn’t stop working — as your pay was providing the family almost half of the amount of money that they had — and two, because you couldn’t afford your school bills any longer.

There. Bills again.

So that happened. You stopped schooling, even though you were one of the best students in the cohort. They provided scholarship since your results qualified you for it, but of what use was it if you don’t even have time to sit through every class without having to rush off?

As a result, you started focusing on working with whatever knowledge you had from school. You didn’t have a diploma or anything, but you had your persuading techniques.

You were on your usual evening shift as a cashier in a mart that day, and a well-groomed stranger walked in, dressed smartly in a suit, his dark blonde hair styled up. He looked so high in both social and business status that you were almost afraid to look straight at him as he enters the store. What would such a rich-looking man be doing here, you thought. Shouldn’t you be shopping at a high-class mall? Sipping red wine in a restaurant? Ordering your steak in your superior language that I never understood?

However, the tone of your voice did not succumb to your thoughts. “Welcome,” you greeted him automatically, trying to make it as chirpy as you could without it sounding overly bright.

The corner of the man’s lips turned up slightly in response, walking over to your cashier. You panicked for a moment. He hasn’t even browsed the store yet? Why was he going over to you? Was he one of the debt collectors or something?

Instead, the man pulls out a business card from a cardholder, handing it over to you politely with two hands; and you respectfully receive it with both hands too, befuddled.

“This is…?” you ask, your eyes scanning through the details printed on the small card.

Kim Marketing Company
Hansol Vernon Chwe
Seoul, Street 86, Building 7

“My name’s Vernon,” he says, not answering your question. You noticed how a small, friendly smile played on his lips, though he remained formal. “My CEO would like to invite you over to the company.”

You blinked. “Me?”

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Never Enough | Seth Rollins

Title: Never Enough, Part 1

Pairing: Vamp!Seth Rollins/ Reader

Summary: You’re so bad but I want a taste. A little taste you have, come on over. Right now, take me down. I want your poison.”

Word Count: 9,066 (i really did not let up)

Warning: Major character death (!!!), some sort of manipulation

A/N: Disclaimer: I know nothing of the medical practice and blood donations/ drawing blood. Also, I love you guys, I hope you like this.

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Duolingo drinking game

Disclaimer: I’m not saying what to drink, but if you’re underage, go for juice or something.

- Take a celebratory sip whenever you finish a lesson or review session.

- Take a sip whenever the program spits out something weirdly philosophical like “is an insect important??” or “Can Jesus really walk on water?” (I swear, Duo, we were talking about cheese a second ago. When did you suddenly become religious?).

- Take a sip whenever the sentence you are given has weirdly sexual undertones in your native language, but you aren’t sure whether they translate into your target language.

- Take a sip whenever you encounter the astronaut, the dolphin, the zombie or the bear.

- Take a sip whenever the girl holding a koala talks about an animal that is not a koala.

- Take a very small sip whenever you are asked to translate particles like a, an, or the (not as part of a sentence. Just the particles on their own. Feel free to take a bigger drink if you feel like your target language has a difficult declension system, and you need it.).

- Take a sip whenever the plaid thumbs up guy says something vaguely troubling.

- Take a sip whenever anybody is described as eating any kind of insect or arachnid.

- Take a sip whenever the program refuses to understand your speech. If you can say absolute gibberish instead of the target sentence, and have the program accept it as correct, take a whole shot.

- Whenever your fluency percentage goes up, take a shot. If for some reason it goes down (why why why?) take two.

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Everything you need to know about Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812!

Lately I have been totally obsessed with a Broadway musical called Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812. I finally convinced one of my best friends to take a listen to the soundtrack, but I wanted her to fully get a feel for the show before she did. It can be confusing, especially because it’s sung through (like Rent and Hamilton) and because it can be a struggle to grasp the musical concepts the first time you listen to it. So I figured I would post this so that anyone who wouldn’t have the chance to see the show or who didn’t have a ton of Broadway background knowledge would still be able to enjoy this soundtrack! 

Disclaimer: This post is going to be exactly the opposite of spoiler free. 

Why you should listen to Great Comet:

  • It had the most Tony nominations out of all of the Broadway shows this year (12!)
  • The director is a Jewish female.
  • Three women have played Natasha, all of whom are women of color.
  • The actors are all relatively new to Broadway— this is their big break, for many of them. And they kill it.
  • The ensemble won two awards for best ensemble, which isn’t surprising because the energy is insane. They got the ACCA Award for Outstanding Broadway Chorus, and the Chita Rivera Award for Dance and Choreography. 
  • It’s a weird, complex, smart, insane, energetic, fascinating piece of work.
  • This is a once-in-a-lifetime musical when you see it in person. The soundtrack gives you insight into why that is.
  • If you want to get a vibe for the energy and chaos and insanity, watch the Tony performance! “The Abduction” is featured in here, and it’s my favorite part of the musical. “Balaga” into “The Abduction” fucking slay.

The Set-Up:

Before we go into the plot, I’m going to tell you a little bit about the set-up of the show, because, honestly, the plot is the least important part, in my opinion.

When you walk into the theater, the first thing you hear is the strains of loud Russian music wafting towards you. Although the entire show doesn’t sound like this, it is really good at getting you into the mode of that classic Russian music. A lot of the exposition is written in that style. Personal character songs/moments are more stylistically pop, hip-hop, musical theater, soulful, etc.

Great Comet started off, essentially, as dinner theater. As such, the production is in the round. There’s audience members sitting in seats along the stage. They get to be up-close with the actors (sometimes the actors do interact with you, but it’s not cheesy, cross my heart. I hesitate to tell people that because they usually write it off immediately but TRUST ME, I’M INCREDIBLY JUDGEMENTAL. They don’t talk to you or anything, they just play off of your reactions at specific moments for comedy. Oh, and they yell at you in Russian if you’re filming them. Which… fair.) There’s also ten or so people sitting quite literally on stage at tables, in the midst of the action, as well as people sitting directly next to the pit, which is very small and visible in center stage.

Then you can sit in orchestra, mezzanine, and rear mezzanine. In orchestra, you have something like a catwalk curving through the audience. You will get people dancing right next to you all the time, followin’ dat yellow brick road. The distinction between the mezzanine and the rear mezzanine is that there’s a little, mini “stage” (more like a box) set up for the ensemble to dance on. They’re up there basically 75% of the show (as well as onstage. They’re all over the place all the time. Directing this musical must have been a goddamn nightmare.)

(Note: Any seat in the theater is partial view. You’re not going to be able to see the people on the catwalk from the rear mezzanine. You won’t be able to see the people dancing up on the rear mezzanine from the orchestra. It’s a trade off. Just for some perspective of the theater!)

Another beautiful thing about the theatre is the lights. They’re all around the entire auditorium, so no matter where you’re sitting, you’ll probably have these beautiful, small yellow lights next to you that look like stars. They move up and down (physically, not in brightness, although obviously that happens too) throughout the show, so that sometimes you feel like you’re standing out in the night with the characters, looking up at the stars that they are gazing at.

A really cool, small touch is that there are little round tables with these lovely purple lamps on them that glow up and down with the lighting. Which, by the way, is tremendous. The lighting design is ridiculous. But so is the set design! There’s little posters of Russian historical figures all around the theater. 

The Pit:

Remember how I said the pit appears to be small? The reason for that is threefold:

  1. Actors frequently play instruments. You’ll see an ensemble member in combat boots, a plaid skirt, a tight jacket, and a giant-ass clarinet. Anatole plays the violin. You’ll also see cast members coming out to beat a drum or something to that effect. (The show is super meta, but we’ll get to that later.)
  2. The pit also has to be small because Pierre spends most of the show chilling down there, reading his books at his desk. Sometimes he plays the piano or the accordion or little symbols or, you know, a little bell. He’s just chilling. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  3. I have slightly lied to you because technically the pit is NOT that small— it’s just that not everybody can always see them because the musicians are spread around the theater. When they were in rehearsals, the director and music director and writer of the show sat all around the theater to listen and found that spreading the orchestra around the theater meant that each person sort of heard something unique. Obviously when you’re in the rear mezzanine, you’ve got musicians that are closer to you than the people sitting orchestra do, a vice versa. Therefore, you hear the arrangements differently. It’s very beautiful.


Now that that’s out of the way.

Great Comet actually has very little to do with the actual comet (sorry, science nerds.) Actually, the part of the title that you want to pay attention to is the names at the top— Natasha and Pierre. Spoilers: these characters actually don’t interact in the context of the show until the second to last scene. But they symbolize enormous turning points in each other’s lives, which is why I think they’re the title. Natasha is the start of the show (she’s the first character you’re introduced to.) She is also the start of Pierre’s ending shifting into something new. Which I’m not going into right now, but just know that the fate of Pierre’s heart is tied to Natasha’s heart.

Natasha is a young girl visiting her godmother in the wildly social site of Moscow, Russia during the war. She and her cousin are staying with Marya D. while they wait for their fiancés to return from aforementioned war. Over the course of the story, Natasha (naïve, innocent, lovely Natasha) becomes seduced by both the Russian society and by its most handsome playboy— Anatole.

Antonole is like… he’s like a 19th Century Russian fuckboi. He’s like… oh my god, he’s 19th century Chuck Bass. Natasha is season one Jenny. Sonya is Vanessa. Helene is Blair. PIERRE IS BLAIR’S SHORT JEWISH STEP-DAD. This is an amazing analogy.


Now that you have some backstory, let’s talk about the characters! Most of what you need to know about them can be found in the first song— the prologue (or, for the full version without acting): This is all in your program, you are at the opera. Gonna have to study up a little bit if you wanna keep with the plot. Cuz it’s a complicated Russian novel, everybody’s got nine different names. So look it up in your program, we appreciate it, thanks a lot.

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Reasons why Sabrina Carpenter probably isn’t as straight as you think she is

disclaimer: this is just a personal opinion and I understand that I have no business in whether or not she is, but a lot of people have requested it. If anyone has a problem with it, I will gladly take it down. :)

Sabrina did a cover of Honey by Kehlani. According to the internet this is a song that Kehlani had originally wrote for/about her girflfriend. But Sabrina literally has the biggest smile on her face and if anyone asks, my new sexuality is Sabrina singing about how much she loves girls. (x)

When an interviewer asked her if fans expected her to release typical “girl likes boy” songs, she cut off the interviewer soo fast lmao. Sabrina went off on her own woke tangent about how she always stays true to herself when songwriting and that she’ll write about what she’s going through. Whether that may be a song about a girl liking a boy or a girl liking a girl. (x) starts at 3:45 (thanks to @philliester for finding this one!)

For her birthday last year, Rowan took a picture of her up close. If you look at her pupils they are extremely dilated. It’s been scientifically proven that your pupils dilate when there is low light or when you are looking at someone you love. Considering the picture was taken with very bright lighting, you can make your own opinion. Nobody else was there and she was looking straight at Rowan in that picture. Sabrina loves Rowan, I will fight you on this. (x)

Her fans were posting selfies to promote her new tour on twitter and she responded in a tweet with “I’d date all of you!” They were 99% girls… hm… okay (x) She’s also like always flirting with her female fans

Wore the rainbow flag and waved it around during one of her EVOLution tour shows (x) (x) She also did this again while singing On Purpose at her Anaheim Detour show (aka the show Rowan was at) (x)

She was featured on a radio station’s Instagram story and when Sab thought the lady asked her if she was single she replied with “Yeah! looking for a new LOVER.” I may be over analyzing but think about it, who says lover? They usually say that they want a boyfriend/girlfriend. Sabrina was insinuating that she’s just looking for someone to love, doesn’t matter what gender they are. (x)

Sabrina and Rowan were doing an interview and when they were asked about whether or not they were boy crazy Sabrina said “We appreciate the male gender… as well as the female…” This one doesn’t need an explanation. (x)

Keeps female pronouns when she does covers (x) (x) (x) the last one isn’t necessarily a pronoun thing, however she does sing the line “drop that dress to the floor” instead of changing it to something more heterosexual

There is definitely a lack of male pronouns in her more recent songs compared to her old album. However, pretty much all of her songs from her first album (which used male pronouns) were not written by her, compared to EVOLution where she had a lot of say in the writing.

During her ‘All We Have is Love’ performance on the detour, the video screen literally flashes rainbows at you. That song is a gay anthem. (x) song starts at 1:15

Reposted a picture of a fan wearing a shirt saying “smile if you’re gay.” and holding up an “all we have is love poster”, with the caption “love you guys 😍" on her Instagram story.“ (x)

During pride month, she stood and posed in front of a pride wall and captioned the picture with the rainbow flag. (x)!

Liked a tweet of a fan that tagged her and said “I went to pride today! Are you proud of me?”

Commented a rainbow and a heart on Corey’s post on Instagram about how he supported the LGBT community. (x) Bonus: Rowan commented too

Is in love w Rowan

Anyways, I’m headcannoning Sabrina as a bisexual queen. Feel free to add more proof onto this post or agree/disagree with my opinions.

Also, I couldn’t find the links from some of the proof/ was too lazy to look for things so message me if you find any links I can add in!

taye-x  asked:

Concept: the story of Les Mis in the style of the History of Japan. You can do it. I believe in you.

France is an country by the sea filled with poor people and it’s ♪♫ beautiful ♫♪

In the year negative a billion, France might not have been here. In the year 1815, it was here, and you could walk to it, and some people died in it

Ding dong, it’s the Revolution, and they have ideas from the future. Like really good laws, and ♪ crazy guillotines ♪. Now you can make a lot of dead aristocrats really really quickly. That means if you own the guilloine, then you can make a lot of equality, which is something everybody needs to survvvvive. So that makes you a revolutionary. Also things get a bit out of hand, Bonaparte happens, Louis Phillipe happens too

we do not here pretend to furnish a history of the French Revolution

“Please try this new monarch,” he said.
“No,” said everybody.
“Try iiiiit,” he said.
“no,” said everybody again, quieter this time.

Meanwhile in Toulon: 

“Hi Javert,” they said.
“Hi 24601,” said Javert.
“Can you call me something else, other than 24601?” said Valjean.
“Like what?” said Javert.
♫♪"How about Maire Mad’leine?“♪♫ said Valjean.

Knock knock, it’s the ABC. Yes, they’re here to take over, they just wanna bring you some cool shit. Like democracy, and freedom, and ♫♪ Enjolras ♪♫. So that’s cool. 

Grantaire wants to help at some point but Enjolras is like ♪"Listen I trust you for once this is very important okay don’t fuck this uuuup"♪
And Grantaire said, ♫♪ How bout I do, anyway? ♪♫

Then, when the barricade was done, the National Guard downgraded to a fuckton. Did I say downgrade? I meant upgrade.
And the ABC says, “Can you maybe chill?”
And the National Guard says, “How ‘bout maybe you chill?”

Then everybody died, except Marius, who pulled a sewer inspired  ♫♪ post-rebellion survival miracle ♪♫ But then the miracle wears off, he’s sad in the Musain but everything’s still pretty cool I guess. ♪♫ Bye. ♫♪

gelkets  asked:

20/Klance? Only if you're able to, though! I don't want you to be overwhelmed with lots of these.

*Sees the criket in my lonely ask inbox* Bruh, srsly, don’t you even worry about it, lol, send as many as you like. 

Alo! I’m so sorry this took a a while, but I finally got the time to do it! It’s short but kinda cute? A lil? Nah?….gonna throw it at you anyways lol.

20. “You are too damn cute.” // Klance

Ps. Ooc?? …Maybe but I mean??? I…I have no excuse bye. Btw; translations: Corazon (Heart), Ae-in (Sweetheart).

Ps2. I really really really hope I didn’t missed any typosor bad grammar and if I did I apologize in advance! 

Hope you like it! 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

“You are too damn cute.”

The entire table goes silent.

Bright blue eyes widen in shock and Lance’s spoon clatters against his own plate of green go. It is only then that Keith blinks in confusion as he takes his eyes away from Lance’s frozen form and meets the rest of the team across the table.

A tick passes and then, “Did I say that out loud?”

That’s enough to bring the table back to life.

Both Pidge and Hunk as leaning forward, holding into each other desperately as tears fall from their eyes, big grins matching their laughter.

Shiro’s is trying so hard to maintain his posture for his little brother’s sake but soon enough he’s chuckling uncontrollably along with Allura who just keeps giggling behind her hand.

Coran on the other hand, just looks quite pleased with the situation and his eyes have that glowing touch of amusement.

Keith doesn’t dare to look at Lance.

“Uh…” Keith says dumbly, feeling the way Lance’s eyes are staring right into his soul, “I’m gonna go now.”

He doesn’t wait for anything else. In a tick he’s up and gone from the dining area and he’s practically jogging away like a coward.

“Oh, God.” He whispers horrified, still feeling the burning sensation of his blush at the tip of his ears, “Oh God. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.”

He allows himself a break once he feels safe enough from his team’s prying eyes and then he’s leaning against the wall, panting hard as he tries to control his breathing.

“Why did I say that?” He whispers in horror before whining, “Oh my god, what the fuck did I just say?”

“That I’m too cute.” A voice on his right answers him and Keith whips his head so quick that Lance winces at the crack it makes.

“Careful.” Lance chimes, frowning in concern before he gestures Keith’s right side, asking for permission silently with his eyes.

Keith can only stare in surprise and embarrassment before he nods slowly and then Lance’s sitting beside him, knees pulled up as he stares at the big window in front of them.

While Lance’s soft eyes admire the sight beyond the window, Keith admires the brunet’s profile.

Keith resists the urge to clutch his chest at the sight. He has always thought that Lance has the kind of beauty that is easily visible. It’s in everything he does: his laugh, his smile, his jokes, his bright eyes, his determination, his selflessness, his loyalty, his passion and kindness.

But there’s also a quiet beauty in him. It appears right in front of Keith at the moment when Lance’s smile turns soft and his eyes take a tender look on them that it makes Keith to skip a beat.

He can’t look away. He wants to freeze the moment and stare at Lance’s soft expression for eternity. He wonders what he could be staring at.

Maybe it was the stars that float just outside the window, or maybe it was the sight of pace itself and the eerie beauty it brought with it.

“It’s you.” Lance whispers softly out of the sudden and Keith eyes widen in surprise and he curses his mouth in his mind before he looks towards the window and see their clear reflection on it.

Lance’s eyes staring right at him through the window.

“Hi.” Lance waves, still facing forward and smiling big when Keith facepalms himself.

“Oh, God.” Keith whines, dropping his face on his hands in embarrassment and he feels his blush coming back full force as Lance laughs softly besides him.

“You’re too damn cute, Keith.” Lance says, smiling amusedly as he grabs the other teen’s hand and pulls him closer, “You dork, we have been dating for three weeks.”

“Shut up.” Keith says, voice muffled as he presses his face against Lance’ chest and the brunet wraps his arms tight around him.

“God, you’re just the cutest, I swear. You are almost the same color of your lion –”


“I can make a list of why you are cute, babe, like –”

Keith’s sudden whine cuts him off and Lance smirks.

“Babe.” He sing songs and feels Keith squirm in his arms.


“Keithy baby.”

“Lance, I swear to –”

“Cutie pie.”

“Oh my god, Lance –”

“Smol fluff of grumpiness.”

“I hate you.” Keith deadpans, pulling away to glare at his boyfriend but Lance just smiles, leaning forward and nuzzling his nose against Keith fondly.

“Sure you do, corazón.” Lance says lovingly, effectively making Keith’s heart to stop.

The brunet hums softly before bumping his forehead against Keith’s and then dropping a sweet kiss on his cheek. “Come on now, we’re missing Movie Night with the rest and I won’t allow Pidge and Hunk to put us through another Altean Opera.”

Keith chuckles softly, his cheeks still covered in a faint pink color before he smiles brightly at his boyfriend and tightens his hold on Lance’s hand.

“Okay, ae-in.

Taking a Bath (John Wick x Reader)

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own John Wick, or you. I don’t support what he supports and believes in except for you happiness, enjoy.

Pairings: John Wick x fem!Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries and light body touching

Ugh… everything hurt. There wasn’t a spot on his body that didn’t ache or wasn’t bruise or covered in gashes. His arms shook as he pulled off his jacket, a deep scowl on his face as he did so, he didn’t like it when he was like this.

At times, he would think he couldn’t be killed, but when he was shaking like this, when he allowed himself to shake… it made him realize that he wasn’t inhuman. That he could be killed.

You would always tell him that, he weren’t a superhero. He couldn’t stop bullets with his mind..

Once the jacket was off, next came the gun holsters, then the bullet proof vest that had a bullet lodged in there, and finally - his shirt with rubbed against the bruises and the gashes that started to bleed with the movements; a hiss fell from John’s mouth as he felt the pain. He didn’t like the pain, most of the time. But no-one liked pain like this, he could tell you that.

“John.” You spoke once you approached him, your hair was down from it usual bun, he tilted his head to look up at you, a frown on his face - though it dissolved into nothing as he looked down at his black and blue body.

That was an exaggeration, bruises dotted his left side, his right shoulder and there were a couple knife gashes on his abdomen and an imprint of a bullet on his chest, you sigh softly and walked over to him and grabbed his face, bloodied nose, bruised cheek, cut lip.

You didn’t want to imagine what his legs looked like, “How bad is it?” You hum your question as you started to undo his belt, already having something in mind.

“Mhm.” He groan, shaking just slightly, “Seven.”

“How about a bath?” You ask him once you pulled the belt free, putting it down as you held the gun holster, “I’ll take care of this and get the bandages.

“Baths are filthy.” He mumbled, but he followed after you as you walked inside the bathroom and started to run a bath for him, he held onto the sink while you did that, his shoulders shaking, his head bowed so his hair covered the side of his face.

More bruises on his back, another gash, it was a horrible sight.

You sighed and got a wash cloth from the towel closet, got it wet and started to rub away the blood and the grime from his back, under his tattoos. You never liked them, a half insult to what you believed and he said he might get them removed…

 John just stood there to let you clean the dirt away, and you were sure you heard John sigh in relief, glad he had you to take care of him.

And when he turned around to stare down at your beautiful eyes, he had the subtle hints of a smile on his face, his smile always made you feel warm inside. Even though his smiles were rare, they meant the world to you.

Once you had finished with gently cleaning his chest, you went for his face and wiped away to blood. Dark eyes locked on you as he stared with a hunger in his eyes that you would not sate until he was feeling better.

But you did kiss him softly, tell him you loved him despite his choice of job and the constant fear he wouldn’t come back to you.

“Join me.” He whispered, hand traveling down your neck and to your breasts, lightly groping them - you shook you head and slowly removed his hands, “Your bath is ready.”

“(Y/N),” He whispered softly, but obeyed and removed his pants and underwear before sliding in the warm water and letting out a soft hiss, looking like he wanted to lunge out and run off. But he stayed and looked up at you with near expecting eyes.

You chuckle and stroke your hand through his hair, a content look on his face as you did so, then you left the bathroom to clean up his clothing.

He watched you leave, sinking lower into the water as he did so, a light frown playing on his face.

He loved you so much… and he didn’t want you to ever leave him. And that was why he intended on making you his wife one day.