done in four years

In the Wake of Scandal

(manga spoilers)

At 3:05 am, Izuku did something he hadn’t done in the last four years.

He logged out of his HeroForum account.

It was a forum he’d stumbled upon back in middle school, on the recommendation of a friend-of-a-friend, and he’d lost four straight nights of sleep that first week digging in deeper and farther to what it offered. He dug until he was commenting on All Might Quirk Theory threads that were three-years-dead, until he made a name for himself almost overnight as an overwhelming bastion of hero trivia.

The forum had only grown in the meantime. It blew up at every skirmish. It tracked hero movements moment by moment, pinning locations and encouraging other members in the area to flock if they could. One time, it was shut down for an entire week when a thirteen year old boy stumbled into villain cross-fire while trying to follow the forum’s pin on the hero Momentum.

The HeroForum was Izuku’s everything for keeping tabs on the world he loved. Even after meeting All Might, even after his acceptance to UA, “MightyBoy64”s presence didn’t falter. In fact, Izuku fantasized about the day that he, as a pro hero, revealed himself to be in charge of the MightBoy64 alias. He fantasized about how loyal fans and avid readers would burst to learn one of the forum’s biggest names had gone pro through UA.

Izuku now tucked those fantasies away in the back of his mind. Embarrassed, or ashamed, or maybe just disgusted.

At 3:05 am, MightyBoy64 logged out. And he would not come back.

Instead Izuku put his phone in his pocket. And he rose from the couch in the Class 1-A dorm living room. He navigated to Shouto Todoroki’s room, and he knocked.  At 3:07 am, Shouto answered.

“Can I come in?” Izuku asked. All the room’s lights were on, a soft glow against the tatami mat flooring.

“Yeah,” Shouto answered. He didn’t ask why.

Izuku walked in, aimless at first, before choosing the wall across from Shouto’s desk and sitting cross-legged on the floor, back leaning against it for support. His phone burned in his pocket.

“I was studying for the English test Monday, but I can’t practice dialogue out loud on my own,” Izuku said. He uncrossed his legs and recrossed them more comfortably. “Are you busy? Want to practice with me?”

Shouto sat down again at his desk. He considered it. “Okay.”

Izuku’s fingers twitched, itched, possessed with the subconscious desire to take his phone back out and consume the HeroForum posts like a starved dog digging into fresh meat. He couldn’t help it. It was in his nature.

Especially as the hero scandal of the decade was unfolding.

Whole forums had crashed under the weight of debate. And HeroForum had swelled to near bursting in the last 12 hours as more and more fans flocked to gossip and argue and pry and wring forth every last drop of information they could about the chaos unfolding in the hero world.

Affairs struck the hero world on occasion. Fights between heroes and reporters, displays of public drunkenness, petit theft, public indecency. Silly yarns of gossip that got hero fans through the day were the norm.

This was the first time a hero had been arrested under the accusation of rampant, violent child-abuse.

This was the first time a scandal had struck a hero whose name was known to every breathing person in Japan.

And this was the second time a #1 ranked hero had fallen. All Might only months prior in a battle that obliterated the last of his power.

And Endeavor now, shackled and jailed under allegations of child abuse, felled by an accusation which had been filed by his own up-and-coming hero son, who stated in his only public address that he just hadn’t ever felt heroic enough before to do what needed to be done.

And the name Shouto Todoroki exploded across every forum site imaginable. Izuku had seen it all. Izuku felt sick to his stomach.

Clips of the televised UA Sports Festival were passed around with fervor, every frame inspected for the sake of passing judgement on Endeavor’s son. Every quirk of Shouto’s eyebrow, every shift of his eyes, every tilt of the head—was it the body language of an abused child? Of a liar? Of an attention-seeker?  Of someone looking to destroy his father and take his place in the public eye?

Fiery callous rants tore away at the character of Shouto Todoroki; others dissected Enji Todoroki, and explained how from the very start the man should have been pegged a monster. Threads hit their post limit. Servers crashed. Fan sites of Endeavor came under storm.

“Midnight’s-Man-X” called it petty for Shouto to accuse the father that he no longer lived with. “AllSuperFan100” lauded it as brave. “HeroMight12” wrote a rant, 13,500 words in length, about how the state of the world could not afford to lose another #1 hero so quickly, given how unstable the environment had only just become, how many more lives may be at risk now, and that it was ultimately selfish for Shouto to rob Japan of its #1 hero so soon after All Might’s fall.

MightyBoy64 tried once, just once, to explain why Shouto had done the right thing. Why letting his father cement his role as the #1 hero would be wrong. Why Enji Todoroki deserved to face justice for what he did, in the face of the overwhelming of evidence against him in the form of Enji’s own meticulously-documented “training plan” which he had put Shouto through.

And Izuku had been too horrified by the replies to try to argue any further. Because all of them, whether agreeing or not, did something vicious to Shouto Todoroki. They reduced him to a character, a prop, a toy to be tossed about and chewed over and twisted in favor their own political view. Shouto Todoroki wasn’t real to these people.

And maybe, if Izuku had never come to UA, Shouto Todoroki wouldn’t have been real to him either.

So he’d logged out, and forced the forums from his mind, and sat now on the smooth ridged tatami matting, his fingers trailing along its bumps. Izuku watched Shouto’s face, his scar thin and stretched at the edges, his cheeks round and soft under the lamplight. His bangs were loose and messy, as though Shouto had been running his fingers through his hair too often lately, and his eyes were lined in a bruising purple, as though he were a real person wrung through the stress of being reduced to a prop at the hands of millions of people.

“…Present Mic said we just need to hold a conversation with him using 20 vocab words from this unit. I’ll start,” Izuku said. He pushed himself higher against the wall, and he breathed in deep, thinking about the English sounds he struggled most to pronounce. “Are you alright, Todoroki-kun?”

Shouto looked at him, silent a moment. Then answered in Japanese, “Isn’t this unit on vacation activities?”

“I’m getting there.” Izuku leaned forward, more heart in his words. “How are you feeling, Todoroki-kun? Aren’t you tired?”

Shouto still hesitated, though not as long this time.

“No. I’m not tired. Are you?”

“No, I’m not. I will stay here with you, and practice English, so we will do well on the test. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?”

Shouto looked down at his desk briefly. Izuku caught a glimpse of papers that looked far too official for UA class notes. His eyes flickered to the laptop open next to them, displaying a blank new tab, though the row of tabs along the top suggested an endless cascade of news articles open on Shouto’s laptop.

Shouto eased the laptop shut, pushed his chair away from his desk, and he stood. He moved to Izuku and lowered himself to the floor, leaning against the wall, until the pent up tension in his shoulders eased, and the back of his head touched the wall, and he breathed deep. His whole body became something smaller, and more child-like, and more relaxed. The exhaustion in his eyes became something just a bit less tense.

“I like chocolate ice cream best, Midoriya-kun. How about you?”

Nathan Chen vs. Victor Nikiforov

Kubo has made some comments recently about how when YOI was being created she wanted it to be a ‘little ahead of where skating is right now’. It’s not as if they had the characters doing quintuples or something. She just, jump content wise, had the characters somewhat ahead of the standard of the top skaters in competition. Victor’s program in the first episode stood out to a lot of people. It seemed a bit fantastic! 

He performed four different quads. No one had done that before. Jin Boyang had first done four quads in a program before, almost a year previous to YOI’s premiere. But… they weren’t four different quads. It did still seem a bit fanciful, although yes, it was inevitable that it would occur within a couple years. There were skaters, multiple ones, who we knew probably had the capability to do it. There was a lot of talk about a trio of teenagers nicknamed the ‘quad squad’ and which one would be first to pull it off. These three young men are Jin Boyang of China, Shoma Uno of Japan, and Nathan Chen of USA. 

Anyway, the ‘first to pull it off’ ended up being Nathan Chen of the USA, and not only did he ‘pull off’ Victor Nikiforov’s jump layout, but he did him one over and completed a more difficult one. There’s no quad toe triple toe in there, but instead the harder combination the quad lutz + triple toe loop. However, he did do four different quads, and on top of that, one more, for a total of five quads. He’s now done this twice in two months, once at US Nationals and once at Four Continents. 

Even Kubo-sensei herself expressed amusement at this. She meant to make the show a little bit in the future, but within a month of the series ending, actual figure skating surpassed it! 

So how does Victor’s (record breaking in the YOI universe) Stammi Vicino free skate compare with Nathan Chen’s (history making in our universe) Polovtsian Dances free skate? Let’s take a look! 

As a note, I don’t really have a way to know exactly the levels and base values of Victor’s step sequences and spins, so this will be based on jumps only. Also this is based on Nathan’s jump layout at US Nationals. His jump layout at Four Continents was slightly different. :)

Originally posted by eggplantgifs

Nathan Chen:

  1. Quad Lutz + Triple Toe loop
  2. Quad Flip
  3. Quad Toeloop + Double Toe loop + Double Loop
  4. Quad Toeloop
  5. Triple Axel
  6. Quad Salchow
  7. Triple Lutz
  8. Triple Flip + Triple Toe loop

Base Value of jumps alone 91.96

I pulled these base values directly off icenetwork’s official scoring sheets, so if there’s anything wrong, blame them not me. 

Originally posted by vkusnykatsudon

Victor Nikiforov

  1. Quad Lutz 
  2. Quad Flip 
  3. Triple Axel 
  4. Quadruple Salchow
  5. Triple Axel + Triple Loop + Double Loop 
  6. Triple Lutz
  7. Triple Flip
  8. Quadruple Toe Loop + Triple Toe Loop

Base Value of jumps alone: 88.79 

If there’s a mistake in these though, it’s my fault. 

Why is Victor’s so close to Nathan’s despite having one less quad? It’s mostly because his program is a little more backloaded with jumps than Nathan’s is. He puts his quad/triple as his last jump element, and he even squishes that three jump combination in his latter half of the program.  Remember that jumps in the latter part of your program get a 10% bonus on scores. This is emphasized in YOI especially with Yuuri’s character, as his stamina allows him to put the most difficult elements of his program near the end of his programs to take advantage of that. A quad flip within mere moments of your program ending is absolutely balls to the wall nuts, but Yuuri does it in both his short and long programs at the GPF. 

Nathan Chen’s original program plan at US Nationals was a triple loop where the last quad salchow is. If he had done that, he would have had four quads and his base value would have been: 85.51, which is a little below Victor’s (despite the fact that Nathan’s quadruple jump combo, the 4 lutz/3 toe is more difficult than Victor’s choice of a 4 toe/3 toe. In fact, at Four Continents it broke a record for the highest score on an individual element!). The power of those latter half bonuses is strong! 

Anyway, the scores being close w/ four quads all makes sense, as the quads Victor and Nathan have in their competitive arsenal are identical. The one quad they both don’t do is the loop (Victor apparently can but has only done it in exhibition, so perhaps it’s not something he’s consistent enough on? And of course no one does the axel). 

I wouldn’t call Nathan’s program particularly front loaded. However, if he does want his sky high base scores to be even higher, he can try to move some more of those jumps to the latter half. He is still only seventeen though, so he may not have developed the stamina for it yet. Victor on the other hand, has been working on this forever. That being said, that also proves what an athlete Victor is, because he’s twenty-seven years old and still doing this, which is incredible. Twenty-seven is still very young, but figure skating, like gymnastics, is known as a sport with a mayfly life span for a lot of athletes. It’s very hard on the body. Thus, Victor slamming out those quads at the end of his program at twenty-seven is pretty darn amazing. 

But yes Nathan is an absolutely stunning (and non-fictional!) athlete. It’s wonderful what he’s done. I’d be interested to see how Victor’s short program layout compares to his, but we don’t have any info on that, although I could do a comparison to JJ’s Rostelecom layout or Yuuri’s (planned) GPF one! 

“Today Jin-Hyung graduated from his university, but he couldn’t go to the graduation ceremony. So knowing his personality he’s probably very upset… even though he’s pretending like he’s not” - Jimin

Important info

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You were a most capable partner, but I’ll be killing you here.  The work you’ve done for Baroque Works these past four years was invaluable thanks to your intellect and leadership.  For me that was enough.  You were a highly useful woman.  However, at the very end you broke your promise to me!  The poneglyph of this country failed to give me any leads on Pluton!  But I harbor not even the slightest ounce of anger towards you.  Do you know why, Nico Robin?

current hobby: becoming progressively more petty as my mom continues to misgender me and not care
  • I asked her if I looked handsome and she paused and said “you’re cute”. I asked again, and the responses? “adorable” “beautiful” “good-looking” As soon as we get down to the car I look at dad and ask “am I handsome?” and he immediately says “yes you look handsome” while mom just stands there.
  • I made like forty 80s-text callout images about respecting pronouns and demolishing transphobia that are vague enough to not be blatantly about her but specific enough that she’ll see them and know. Every day I will post 2 or 3 of those images on Facebook for everyone to see. If she confronts me about it, I’ll start tagging her on every image.
  • Dad does his best to use “he” pronouns (and gets it right like half the time), and every time he does it when mom is around I can just feel her slightest hint of exasperation.
  • At dinner when grandma and grandpa were apologizing for messing up my pronouns (right after mom was visibly annoyed and told me to stop playing games when I corrected her), I proceeded to loudly express how much it means to me that they at least try and feel remorse when they get it wrong, and that makes me feel so safe and loved. And then I glanced at mom, back to them, and kept talking.
Daisies

a/n: the title is daisies but i forgot about the daisies until after i was done #nice


You smiled as you saw your four-year-old daughter spinning around in her little leotard, following the directions of her dance teacher. The class had a recital coming up in a couple of weeks, so everyone was slightly panicking and trying to get the girls and boys to know their moves and when to go off stage.

Glancing down at your phone, you saw when you saw a message from your husband, who was currently in America for some tour promo. You stepped out into the hall, so you could still see your little ballerina through the large windows, but she couldn’t her you. “Hello?” You asked, smiling as you heard Shawn’s voice.

“Hey, when is Y/D/N’s recital?”

“Um, the twentieth, why?”

“Got some time off of promo before I go to Europe.” Shawn explained. “She likes daisies, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “She’ll love anything she gets, you know her, Shawn. Wait,” You bounced on the balls of your feet. “Does this mean you’re going to surprise her?”

Maybe.” Shawn drew out the first vowel in the word. “I gotta go, hun. See you on the twentieth!” He said he loved you before hanging up.

You slipped your phone back into your purse, and tried to keep the smile off of your face.


“Mommy,” Your daughter looked at you, almost knocking her cereal off of the table. “When is Dady coming home? I want him to see my dancin’!”

You almost broke then, when you saw the look on her face. “Daddy said he can’t come home for another few weeks, bubby. But he said I need to send him all of the videos I take! It’ll be just like he’s there!”

“I guess,” Your daughter sat back down, shoulders falling. She looked so much like her father when she did that. “Mommy,” She looked up at you once again, and you smiled at her.

“What, angel?”

“Can we play dress up and tea party?”

You smiled, nodding. “Why don’t you go get everything set up, hm? Let Mommy clean the table?”

“Ok!” She nodded, running off, her brown hair bouncing as she went.

You waited until she was safely out of earshot before you called Shawn. “You’re such a dick, Shawn!”

What did I do this time?”

“Our adorable little girl asked when you were coming home, because she wanted you to see her dance recital, and I had to lie to her and it was the worst thing I’ve ever done.”

Shawn cooed. “Aw, hun.” He spoke to someone else for a moment, before coming back to the conversation with you. “Hey, can you save two tickets?

“Two?”

“Mhmm, Geoff wants to see her dance, too.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “He does know Y/D/N isn’t his daughter, right?”

Hey! I heard that!” Geoff’s voice caused you to bite your tongue so you didn’t laugh too loud.

“Alright, I gotta go play dress up. I’ll snag two tickets. Love you, see you next week!”


You were waiting in the lobby of the place the recital was, waiting for Shawn. Your daughter had been backstage getting dressed and running around, keeping busy while everyone waited for the show to start. “Hey,” You smiled, walking up to your husband.

“Hi, baby.” Shawn kissed you, causing you to forget about the people around you.

“Ahem,” Geoff coughed, breaking off the kiss. “We have a show to catch.”

You nodded, handing the usher the three tickets, smiling as the girl saw Shawn. “F-front row, Mr. Mendes.”

“Thanks, hun.” Shawn smiled, taking your hand. You three walked down to the front of the seats, and sat down a little off to the left side. “So, what is this, exactly?”

“I think it’s just a bunch of groups dancing to different songs, at least that’s what it seemed like at the practices and everything.”

“Hmm, alright. Whatever it is, I’m proud of her.” Shawn smiled, hand falling to your leg. You rested your own hand on top as the house lights dimmed, and the first group of children walked out.


The curtains rose, and all of the dancers were on stage, taking their final bows. You stood up, and cheered for your daughter, and Shawn put his pinkies in his mouth and let out a whistle. Your daughter’s eyes locked on to her father, and he ran off the stage, not even caring that there were about two hundred other people in there. “Daddy!” She smiled, launching herself into Shawn’s arms.

“Hi, Princess!” Shawn spun her around, one hand going to her bottom to support her, and the other was tangled in her hair. “Daddy missed you, he missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too! Daddy, I love you!” Your daughter smiled, and you felt yourself tearing up as you saw the tears falling onto your daughter’s cheeks.

“I got you daisies, Princess.” Shawn smiled, picking up the bouquet he had gotten in the lobby.

Your daughter only hugged him tighter, and you couldn’t help but take a couple of photos of them, before your daughter saw Geoff standing behind you.

She squirmed out of Shawn’s arms, and over to her favorite “uncle” Geoff.

You looked at Shawn, and wrapped your hand around his torso. “She missed you.”

“I missed her, too. Almost as much as I missed you.” He smiled, kissing you.


a/n: hope you like the fluff to break up the angst between cheater parts. 

Going to spend the entire afternoon in the library preparing for classes and reading my two textbooks. Did all my chores and planning during the morning, now off to fetch my new glasses and then it’s time to find a cozy spot in the library!

Ps: I have been practicing piano lately, something that I haven’t done for the past four years and it feels soooo amazing to play again!

soulmate! Seungkwan

requested by anon: “Soulmate Seungkwan please?🤗🤗 ”

Summary: in which you have your soulmate’s initials under your collarbone, which glows once you meet

  • “GUYS! SEUNGKWAN! COME LOOK AT THIS!!" 
  • soonyoung barges into the dance studio excitedly 
  • everyone complies with confused faces 
  • soon enough everyone has a perfect view of a paused video on his phone 
  • "LOOK!! (his soulmate) sent me this!! and i think- you know i’ll just let you guys watch!!!" 
  • seungkwan himself has a front and center view of the video as a result of soonyoung pulling him right next to him
  • "isnt this l/n y/n??" 
  • seungkwan asks recognizing your face, the name always stuck because those were the initials
  • most of the younger generation knew you due to your comedic skits that you korean subbed or did in korean 
  • svt murmured in agreement
  • soonyoung shushed them and turned on the video, it was some type of q&a 
  • but that’s not what some of the members noticed first 
  • in fact seungkwan, 
  • "SHE HAS MY INITIALS?!?!?!!" 
  • svt equals chaos
  • "if she is your soulmate i feel bad for her, she has B.S. under her collarbone" 
  • joshua immediately burst out laughing at vernon’s words 
  • they got stared at oddly but seungkwan just held a hand over his own tattoo 
  • it was always covered carefully in makeup, and it seems like yours was normally covered too 
  • he’s always watched your videos, admiring how funny and easy going you could be and pretty 
  • but to think…what are the chances you both have the same soulmate mark and each others initials, its not possible you guys arent,,, 
  • "HYUNGS WHAT DO I DO NOW?!?!

  • like every morning, you wake up and check your email 
  • as a youtuber and college student, your career definitely wasn’t ideal 
  • most told you to just choose one 
  • but you were determined to get your film & directing degree while maintaining your channel 
  • you felt so blessed to have almost two million subscribers with the four years you’ve done youtube, and at your age 
  • even tho it’s summer break and no college, you are swarmed with youtube events and get a ton of emails everyday 
  • after replying to many, one stands out 
  • no mother effing way 
  • PLEDIS???? 
  • what the heck did you do 
  • "blah blah blah we believe your soulmate is part of our company and we’d love it if you come for the week blah blah blah" 
  • your scream was probably heard by the entire floor but you don’t care 
  • you quickly type and answer back saying you would be free the upcoming week, 
  • your excitement was practically oozing out the message but hello your about to meet your fluffing soulmate 
  • the wait was a total b tho 
  • and so was packing 
  • you couldnt ignore your youtube duties as you post two videos a week in the summer and do daily ish vlogs 
  • so you had to pack all your equipment along with your regular things 
  • while you vlog your trip to korea you simply tell your subscribers it’s simply a business/vacation trip 
  • your plane arrives late at night and drive isnt short so by the time you arrive at pledis, you’ve already fully freaked yourself out 
  • you think it’s probably just some company worker but it’d be really cool if you like walk pass one of svt’s studios or maybe even catch them practicing??? 
  • you really enjoy svt’s music and think they all have so much talent 
  • you haven’t really gotten into them yet due to your busy schedule but you listen to their music 
  • a staff member is waiting for you at the front and you make small talk 
  • she sets your luggage to the side and brings you down the hall where you see a huge blown out poster of svt 
  • which they look really cool in
  • "he’s in there,” the staff member leads you to a door than leaves, smiling knowingly
  • you open, introducing yourself, “hello i’m y/n-" 
  • the thirteen boys stare at you with wide eyes and you stare with equally wide eyes back 
  • "ARE ONE OF YOU???” you shriek, hello svt n right in front of you
  • one of the boys gets pushed forward and tumbles 
  • “HII MY NAME IS BOO SEUNGKWAN IM PRETTY SURE WE’RE SOULMATES!!!" 
  • he does wild hand motions towards his neck, where your initials are glowing 
  • you look down where yours are glowing 
  • "YOUR THE SOULMATE WHO’S INITIALS ARE AN ABBREVIATION FOR BULLSHIT. THANKS A LOT" 
  • he looks shocked for a minute but laughs, "YOUR WELCOME”
  • “AHHHHHH!" 
  • all the screaming starts and you both get pushed together into a hug,
  • pulling away, you both laugh at the situation 
  • they all introduce themselves to you, some more loud than others 
  • "HIII MY NAME’S KWON SOONYOUNG AND YOUR WELCOME BC I SHOWED YOUR VIDEO”
  • he immediately gets tackled by the guy seokmin 
  • “LIAR (hoshi’s soulmate) DID!!!" 
  • "HEY HEY Y/N SEUNGKWAN ALWAYS WATCHES YOUR VIDEOS AND HE REALLY LIKES YOU!!!" 
  • seungkwan’s ears turn red and his face gets defensive 
  • "YAHH-" 
  • "awe you cutie~ i listen to svt and i really like your music" 
  • seungkwan blushes and the members turn silent 
  • until jeonghan smirks and asks 
  • "who’s your bias, you dont have to lie" 
  • everyone looks at you expectantly 
  • you wrap you arm around seungkwan’s waist, shocking him, and grin
  • "ayeee what kind of question is that, mr. boo seungkwan of course" 
  • they immediately begin protesting, teasing seungkwan 
  • in the mist of this, seungkwan wraps an arm around you shoulder, with your arm still around his waist 
  • he looks at you with a shy smile making you giggle
  • "okay so who’s the best looking?” you get asked 
  • in the corner of your eye, you notice seungkwan’s smile become just the tiny bit smaller 
  • “who else is there, all of you are ugly besides seungkwan” you playfully stick your tongue out at them 
  • “YAH HOW OLD ARE YOU PUNK!" 
  • they start teasing both you and seungkwan now 
  • you feel a hand grabbing you hand and pulling you out the room 
  • "come on, let’s go eat all the chicken in the other room" 
  • "ooh okay ill remember to lock the door" 
  • you both sprint hand in hand to the room down the hall 
  • from behind you, you hear,
  • "YAH!! i heard that seungkwan!!" 
  • he looks at you with lowkey panicked eyes 
  • "hurrrryyyyy”
  • “for the chicken” you smile 
  • he stifles a loud laugh at he closes the door to the room and you lock it
  • “we need to eat as much as we can before they find a key" 
  • you both stuff a chicken wing your own mouths and laugh 
  • "you got something there" 
  • you almost roll your eyes at the cheesy line, ‘like really dude lmao’ 
  • licking your lips you ask, "did i get it" 
  • "no" 
  • faster than you can process, he picks up another wing and smothers it around your mouth and cackles 
  • "YAH!!" 
  • by the time the others got the key you and seungkwan were in serious need of some face wash

Originally posted by misckpop


The Seventeen Soulmate AU Series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

MASTERLIST

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So I don’t really post games I’ve played here because I don’t like to brag, but I’ve just had one of the craziest endings of my life.

I’m playing my Tasigur deck. Its a deck that began as a Lovecraftian self mill and evolved into a Sultai political scheming EDH. It faced Kami of the Crescent Moon, Meren, and Mayael.

I used Tunnel Vision to dig for Morality Shift as a panic button in case I milled myself too hard. In the process I milled myself too hard and Kami drew me down to 3 cards in deck. On my draw step I would draw 5 cards and mill out.

Mayael and Meren both tried to help me with the promise of Sultai bargains and rewards. They were Stifled by Kami. On my upkeep I played Treacherous Urge meaning to spite the Kami deck by seizing a creature and exiling it as I left the game.

The only creature in the tapped out Kami’s hand was Lab Maniac. Treacherous Urge, a card I put in the deck as I made it four years ago and has done absolutely nothing for me in any of those four years, stole Lab Maniac the turn I was about to mill out and won me the game on my draw step.

anonymous asked:

Do you think that armin (in human form) will be taller now that he has inherited bertholdt's colossal titan? Because bertholdt was like 6' 5" and had the colossal titans power

No, becoming a titan shifter doesn’t appear to change or influence your human form in any way. Mike Zacharus provides some proof of this. Mike’s nose was so sensitive he could pinpoint the exact number and direction of the titans yet he didn’t notice anything unusual when he smelled Eren before his court appearance, And he suspected nothing when sequestered with Reiner and Bertholt. Their biology must’ve been normal.

If Armin is taller when we get back to Paradis, it will be the magic of puberty, not his titan shifterhood that is responsible. Still, who am I to refuse you a dumb graphic of a Berthold-sized Armin :)

Damn baby ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard x Anna Maynard X Conor Maynard

Word Count: 1024

Summary: Your Anna’s friend and just turned eighteen. Jack whom you hadn’t seen for two years due to your move to the Caribbean, instantly falls for you. 

Requested: Yes, two requested combined

I’m sorry for not posting, school is a bore and my new job takes up most of the time. I hope you understand :( I had Its Been Years part four done but I have changed my mind on how to write seven times in two weeks, it WILL be up this weekened tho. I know I say i will post but seriously it will be up this weekend.

Also SHOUT OUT TO MY BABY FOR HITTINIG ONE MILLION 

P.s I aslo found I am 1% of 7 billion people to have differnet coloured eyes, pretty fucking awesome if you asked me.

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“So you travel all the way to London, to and I quote ‘spend time with you’ but your leaving for a girly day with your friend?” Jack questioned his sister who was putting her shoes on. 

“Yes.” Anna huffed looking up at her two older brothers, “I haven’t seen her in two years and it was her birthday six months ago, I haven’t given her presents. She also moved her for uni last month and I haven’t had time to see her.”

“Do we know her?” Conor asked his eyes narrowed as Anna picked up her bag pack. 

“Yes.”

“When did you know someone three years older than you?” Jack asked his eyebrows raised.

“She lived across the street from us.”

“Gappy Gabby?” 

“Gappy who? Look, I’m late you I’ll be back in like four hours and I’ll bring her back to the apartment okay? Okay, Bye!” Anna shouted running out of Jack’s apartment.

Conor turns his head towards Jack who was staring dumfounded at the door, “We just got played by our little sister.”

“We taught her well, Jack. We taught her well.”


Jack and Conor were playing Fifa when the door opened and loud laughter filled their ears. “Looks like we are meeting the new friend.” Jack commented waiting for Anna and her friend to walk through the door.

“-babe trust me; the boys are an A plus…” You spoke following her into a room which you guess was the living room. You felt yourself smirk seeing the Maynard brother you had been crushing on since you were kid, have in had an amazing glow up. “…but there was no Jack Maynard on the island.”

Conor and Jack froze in their seats for two different reasons.

For Conor, the girl he counted as his other little had returned back from moving to Caribbean. She had changed a lot and it scared him because if that happened to you in two years, what could happen to his little sister.

For Jack, however, well. The boy thought he had fallen in love. You weren’t chubby, the braces had disappeared, your skin was flawless with a gorgeous brown tan, your body was the perfect hourglass figure and your eyes shined bright.

He wanted you.

He watched as you smirked that gorgeous smirk before speaking, “Well, I was gone for two years and I don’t even get a hug? Shameful.”

Conor was the first to react jumping out his seat laughing, “Y/N it’s been too long!”

“Tell me about it. I missed my Maynard fam.” You pouted hugging the older Maynard, you noticed Jack looking at you in a dazed and mouthed ‘You the most’ with a wink.

Pulling back from your hug with Conor, you opened your arms ready for a hug with Mr. Jack Maynard. He was already stood up so he silently made his way other to you and pulled you into a hug, being the boy he is. He looked down towards your ass and noticed had big it had gotten, groaning he spoke aloud, “Damn baby, you got hot.”

Anna gasped as you pulled away with a confident look, “Thanks papi.”

Anna gasped again in horror and Conor laughed at his brothers face, which looked like he wanted to take you right there. “Can you two stop. I really don’t want my best friend and brother flirting.”

“Sorry babe.” You grinned throwing your arm around her shoulders, “You brother has always been hot as fuck but talk about glow up. Damn papi, you take a hot shot or something?”

Jack looked you up or down smirking, “Me? Baby I think you did. Look at you, you’re fucking gorgeous. ” He moved with his hand to your body.

“I prefer mami but thanks I know I am.” You smirked.

Conor laughed loudly, “I love this new Y/N.”

“I prefer the old one.” Anna grumbled jokingly making the three of you laugh.


Four months later….

“Take me here, right now.” Y/N smirked as she walked in on Jack shirtless doing push ups. Used to Y/N randomly walking into his apartment Jack looked up at her with a smirk before carrying on with his push ups. “Awh, you’re no fun.”

Jack laughed to himself not bothering to look up and pay the girl some attention started doing sit ups but it all stopped when he felt a weight on him stopping him from carrying on. Feeling his skin come in contact with skin leaving him with a burning sensation, he opened his eyes to see the girl that had been teasing him for months on end.

“Now that was rude.” Jack smirked, hands sitting comfortable on your waist. “I was trying to work out.”

“Baby you don’t need to work out, your one sexy motherfucker.” You smiled placing your hands on his chest. 

“I prefer papi but thanks I know I am.” 

You laughed loudly knowing he used the words you had said a couple of months ago, Jack looked up at you lovingly hearing your laugh.

God he loved that laugh.

You quieted down staring back into his eyes, you leaned forward so your nose was touching his. “When are you going to ask me Jack?”

“When am I going to ask you? Well I had this big date planned but since your so impatient.” Jack huffed, rolling his eyes jokingly he smiled. “Will you, Y/F/N, do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”

You laughed softly nodding your head, “Who would say no to a papi like you Maynard?”

Jack laughed before grabbing your face in his hands and crashing his lips into yours. Smiling through the kiss, you couldn’t think about how happy you are moving back to London. Feeling you smile, Jack smiled too knowing he was truly happy with you.

However, your little make out session came crashing down when to voices where heard through the apartment.

“WHOO, that’s my bro.”

“No. No, no. Y/N! Why! Why damn it!”

Laughing you carried on kissing Jack but both of your stuck you middle fingers in the air, to piss them off. It was silent for a while and both you and Jack thought they had left but…

“Okay but really cut it the fuck out, we brought pizza.”


Why should we all know the basic greetings of different languages?

Today I went to a supermarket ran by Chinese people, as I’ve done every single day for the last four years. Last week, I decided to learn some basic words and greetings in Chinese so I could speak to them. I did it. They got so happy, so excited that someone was interested in their language and their culture that they gave me a pack of free cookies. Learning languages can make someone happy and get you free food 😋

Title: An experiment gone right

Pairing: Phan                                                                  

Rating/Warning: NC-17; messy, hilarious, hot sex plus feels in every sense of the word                                                            

Word Count: 10,500                                                      

Summary: At a party, Phil suggests an experiment to test if he and Dan really are 100 percent platonic. What, after all, would happen if they kissed? 

A/N: Sequel “The Morning After" here 

**

“Phil!” Dan dragged the word into two syllables, calling into the expanses of their flat. He was in the process of shimmying into a pair of trousers, his newly straightened fringe threatening dishevelment from the exertion. It wasn’t like Dan was all that large  –  despite his severe allergy to the gym  –  but it seemed that suspiciously purchased foreign jeans always came two sizes smaller than marketed.  Dan let out a triumphant “Ha!” as he finally fastened the top button and pulled the zip. Then, he slumped back onto his comforter and took a deep breath.

“PHIL!” he shouted again, on the exhale, “Have you seen my shirt?”

“Can you be more specific!” Phil’s voice echoed in return.

“The black one! With the things!” 

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New Volunteer Hour Log Printables

Hi lovelies! I’ve made some printables for those of you who have to be keeping track of your volunteer hours. Having volunteer hours is a must when it comes to college (undergrad) and even grad school applications. Make sure to record them so that by the time college app season comes along, you’ll be prepared to show the admissions officers all of the work you’ve done over the years!

These printables come in four bright pastel colors and also gray. There are spaces to list the date you volunteered, what task you completed, the organization you worked with, and the hours you completed. There is also a slot at the end for your total number of hours.

This is my first printable set so it’s okay if nobody uses them but if you do use one of the printables, please tag it #studyingsenseless or reblog/like this post so that I can see! Thank youuu <3

Part Six // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski​): Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five - Part Seven Part Eight

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Violence, Kissing and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,724

With an angry groan, Stiles slammed his bedroom door shut and kicked the surface without second thought. As he fixed the straps of his backpack on his shoulders, he ran down the staircase with his car keys in hand.

“What the hell was that for?!” Sheriff Stilinski exclaimed from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the house.

“Nothing.” Stiles sighed, ready to just go to school and, somehow, get his mind off of Katalina.

“That definitely wasn’t because of nothing.” Stilinski disagreed, walking into the kitchen with a half eaten sandwich and a coffee in his hands.

Stiles rubbed his face in frustration at his father’s prying. He already dealt with so much, the last thing he needs is to talk about it.

“Dad, I’m really not in the mood for one of your routine interrogations right now.” Stiles sighed and the Sheriff nodded, understanding his son was in one of those moods.

“Alright, Alright.” He lifted his hands in surrender. “How about I tell you something about my day yesterday, instead?”

“Sure.” Stiles let out a breath, scratching the back of his neck.

“Something really nice happened.”

“Did you finally get the courage to ask Melissa McCall out?” The son questioned and Sheriff Stilinski narrowed his eyes at the smirking boy.

“No.” He scoffed and it took everything in Stiles not to chuckle. “When I went to the hospital to see-”

“The woman you’ve been secretly crushing on for a good couple of years now?” Stiles grinned, squinting his eyes.

“Okay, you know what?” The Sheriff sighed, tired of his son’s sarcasm and began to walk back into the kitchen. “Never mind.”

“No, come on.” Stiles chuckled, approaching his father and grabbing his arm to stop him. “I’m just messing with you, but I really do want to know. Tell me, what happened at the hospital?”

“Fine.” Stilinski sighed, turning back around to face the younger boy. “I saw Katalina’s mom after what- four years? Man, has it been that long?”

Stiles heart dropped down in his stomach the second he said her name, the sound alone making guilt take over his entire body and consume him. It took everything in Stiles not to break down in front of his own father, right now.

He hates everything that’s happening between them and all he truly wants is to make things right. But, Stiles knew that things weren’t that simple. Not when Katalina believes he just took advantage of her since he didn’t have the courage to actually tell her the truth.

“Y-Yeah, it has.” Stiles cleared his throat, running his fingers through his silky hair.

“How come?” Sheriff Stilinski asked innocently, not knowing how intense that topic was and Stiles internally winced. “I used to see her all the time when she would come pick up Kat. Which, thinking about now, makes me realize Katalina hasn’t been over in a good while either.”

Sheriff’s head spun as he put everything together, being the incredibly skillful and talented detective he was. Stiles, on the other hand, was getting more nervous by the second.

“Wait, Son-” The older man’s eyes widened with realization. “What happened between you two?”

That question was precisely what caused Stiles’ breaking point as he dropped his head and felt tears beginning to form in his golden-brown eyes. Sheriff Stilinski watched his only son start to cry in front of him, his heart wrenching at the tragic sight.

“I messed up.” Stiles confessed through quiet sobs, desperately trying to wipe away the tears running down his cheeks. “I-I lost her, Dad.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back the pain inside of him anymore. He was tired of putting up an act and letting his heartbreak boil up inside of him as he dealt with it on his own. Stiles didn’t want to show anyone how he truly felt because he didn’t want anyone to know just how vulnerable he was, but after losing the one girl he ever actually loved for the second time made him not care who could possibly see.

But, the thing was out of all the people that could help him through this, his own father was just the perfect person to do so.

Placing a comforting hand on Stiles’ shoulder, the Sheriff pulled the heartbroken boy’s attention off of the floor and back on him.

“You didn’t lose her, Stiles.” He stated with a soft expression, but his voice was so confident Stiles felt inclined to actually believe him. “And I’m sure of it.”

“How do you know that?” Stiles asked, his voice breaking.

“Because her mom told me something that Katalina does ‘till this day.” Sheriff Stilinski smiled kindly, his eyes lighting up as he remembered the two best friends that grew up together and clearly loved each other. “Whenever she’s sad, Kat gets one of your old lacrosse sweatshirts you gave her and holds onto it. Her mother saw her sleeping with it just yesterday.”

It was as if a Stiles was just recently drowning in a pool of pain and dispair when someone, suddenly, opened the drain to let the water out and he could finally breathe again. The feeling of guilt instantly escaped his veins and was replaced with hope.

That glimmer of hope didn’t go unnoticed by the Sheriff as he looked at his son and noticed it spark in his eyes. With a kind and reassuring smile on his face, Stilinski spoke the words Stiles was already thinking in his own head.

“Go get her back, Son.”

~

School used to actually be pleasurable for Katalina. Not only did she have a perfect GPA score, but she also had immense amount of fun with her absolute best friends. Everything was perfect and amazing until, well… everything happened.

Now school is nothing but a burden to her. Sure she still has really impressive grades, but Katalina has to constantly see the boy that broke her heart and the boy whose heart she broke. Spending time with the pack wasn’t the same either. They constantly looked at her with pity in their eyes and it drove her crazy. The last thing Katalina needs is people to feel sorry for her.

With a sigh escaping her lips, Katalina walked out of the class she was just dismissed from and approached the bathroom to use it before getting books out of her locker for her next class.

What she didn’t know what was happening down in the halls, right where her locker happened to be, as she entered the girls’ restroom.

Stiles, with a new and happy smile on his face, was pushing a letter containing all of the different reasons why he loved her and no one else. Katalina had the key to his heart and he was more than ready to finally tell her. Once the boy with freckles on his skin finished putting the paper through the small hole of her locker door, he held tightly onto the beautiful rose behind his back and mentally prepared himself to confess his love the second she approached her locker.

Theo, on the other hand, just so happened to be walking through the halls right at that moment and his eyes fell onto his nervous enemy standing in front of his girl’s locker. A wave of anger like no other crashed down on him when he noticed the rose in Stiles’ hands and, before he knew it, Theo was rushing towards him.

The happy thoughts inside of Stiles’ head were, suddenly, interrupted when he was forcefully pushed up against the rows of lockers. Whatever air he had in him was immediately ripped away from his lungs the second his back hit the surface, his head banging against the metal as well.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The attacker shouted in his face and Stiles didn’t even need to reopen his eyes to recognize who the voice belonged to.

“Something I should’ve done four years ago.” Stiles croaked, his voice raspy as he opened his eyes to glare at the familiar werewolf.

“I am so sick of you, Stilinski!” Theo yelled, thinking he could scare him but Stiles didn’t even flinch. “I should just kick your ass right now!”

“No,” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What you need to do is let go of me.”

“And why the hell would I do that?” Theo hissed, his body shaking with anger.

“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to kick your ass.” Stiles retorted, a smirk on his lips. “And you and I both know that it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Theo winced as he thought back to when Stiles found out he was the one that told Katalina the truth. He threw a few punches that definitely damaged Theo’s face and huge ego. It wasn’t about beating him for being a snitch, Stiles couldn’t care less that Kat found out. What made Stiles furious was that he was planning to be the one that told her and Theo took that away from him. She didn’t even give him the chance to explain how it all changed, how, sure, it was about Lydia at first but then it was as if every other girl suddenly didn’t matter to him anymore. He only wanted Kat, Stiles only loved Katalina.

“You can’t touch me, Stiles.” Theo stated. “If you do, Katalina would never forgive you and you know that.”

“No, Theo.” Stiles shook his head. “I think you’re confused. Because you know you’re not the person she’s in love with. And if you ever hurt me, you’re the one Kat would never forgive.”

“Don’t call her Kat.” Theo hissed through clenched teeth. “Only I can call her that.”

“And yet I was the one moaning it just the other night.” Stiles said with a harsh voice, tired of Theo’s pathetic little game.

That remark was enough to make the werewolf snap and strike his fist right against Stiles’ jaw. Pain struck through the human as Theo let him go and he fell limp to the floor. The rose that was once in his hands also dropped down on the ground and Stiles could already feel his head begin to throb. Theo was hovering over him when a sick grin spread across his face and he lifted his foot above the rose. Stiles watched in horror as he purposely stepped on the flower, the pedals being crushed beneath his shoe.

“Did you really think you would get away with fucking my girlfriend?!” Theo spat, but fury flooded Stiles’ blood like never before the second the werewolf lifted his foot and revealed what was left of the destroyed rose.

It’s one thing to hurt him, but it’s another thing to hurt any chance he had left with Katalina. Before he knew it, Stiles was pulling Theo’s legs and he was crashing down on the floor beside him.

“I didn’t just fuck her, you big tree!” Stiles shouted as Theo grunted in pain when his head hit the tiles, the halls now crowded with other students watching the fight go down. “I made love to her! Because that’s what two people do when they’re meant to be!”

Both of them somehow managed to stand up again and everyone watched with excitement. It didn’t matter how hurt they both were, their bodies were too drunk on adrenaline to even care.

“Stiles, she left you!” Theo yelled. “When are you going to realize that you can never be with her again?!”

The next thing he knew, Stiles was receiving another punch in the face from Theo. This time, right on his nose. He heard it crack and the amount of pain he suddenly felt was indescribable. Stiles lost his balance from the intense impact, but out of nowhere he felt two small hands grab him and hold him in place.

“And when are you going to realize how pathetic you’re being?!” A familiar voice he so desperately wanted to hear again shouted at the werewolf in front of them.

Everyone looked at the girl that had just appeared to stop the fight. The girl that had unintentionally caused the two boys to even start in the first place. She had left the bathroom a few minutes ago and watched in horror since the moment Stiles made Theo fall. It made her absolutely furious how stupid and immature they could easily be. But, the second she saw Theo hit Stiles it was as if all the pain he felt, she felt too. She couldn’t hold back her concern as she ran towards his aid.

“Both of you!” Katalina yelled and the boys suddenly felt guilty.

“Kat, I’m so sorr-” Her boyfriend, which clearly was now her ex, approached her.

“No, Theo!” Katalina interrupted him, not at all interested in hearing any pathetic excuse. “Get away from me.”

“Kat-”

“Now, Theo!” She shouted and he winced at her rough words.

Theo reluctantly left their presence, but not without glaring at Stiles first. The human didn’t even care, to be honest. He was too focused on the girl holding him. His soul was so connected to her that Stiles couldn’t even feel the pain of his broken nose anymore, as if it was completely numbed by the beautiful woman he loved.

“And as for you.” Katalina stated, turning her attention towards Stiles but her breath hitched in her throat at how intense he was staring at her. There were feelings in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, but she knew that she didn’t want him to ever stop looking at her this way. “Y-You should go to the hospital.”

The crowd that had formed began to disperse and walk away when they realized the fight was now over, leaving Stiles and Katalina completely alone once again.

Without breaking their eye contact, Katalina reached into her backpack and pulled out tissues she gathered from the bathroom. Their original purpose were to wipe away the tears that would escape her eyes from time to time, but they now would be used to block the blood running from Stiles’ nose.

She carefully put the tissues up against his broken nose and Stiles didn’t even flinch, his heart beating so fast at the feeling of her touch again. He was longing for it and decided to just take advantage of this moment.

“How long have you been watching?” Stiles asked and Katalina nervously cleared her throat when he did.

“Since you made Theo fall.” She responded with a quiet voice.

“So, then you heard what I said right after?”

Katalina slowly nodded when Stiles referred to the “I made love to her” speech. It certainly didn’t fail to make her heart flutter and beat faster at the words, but it did fail to make her forget everything he’s done. If he thinks that one nice sentence was going to make up for all of the nights she spent crying, all of the times she spent doubting herself and all of the times she spent hating herself for loving someone so detrimental to her, he was definitely wrong.

Stiles saw the longing in her eyes too and he didn’t even think twice before leaning in to place his lips on hers. Katalina was taken by surprise when he kissed her and their lips tingled at the touch. Their bodies missing each other so much more than they could possibly imagine. It was when Stiles’ mouth began to deepen the kiss that Katalina snapped out of her trance.

She pulled away from him and with tears already beginning to water in her eyes, Katalina stared up at him with a hurt expression.

“It doesn’t change anything.” Katalina stated, her body aching at the words and Stiles felt as if he just got shot. The pain his nose felt before was nothing compared to the pain he felt now thanks to that one sentence.

Katalina took her hand from his face and placed the tissues in his. With tears already streaming down her cheeks, she left Stiles without another word.

She didn’t even notice the crumbled rose on the floor that was once meant for her or did she know about the letter in her locker waiting to be read.

All Katalina knew was that she loved Stiles and, just by the look in his eyes, he might love her too.


anonymous asked:

what causes the chocobros to be petty?

This request gave me a little bit of a laugh… I filled them all nearly on-impact but Gladio took me a couple of days to think of…


For Noctis, literally just mess with his sleep schedule one too many times. The boy loves his sleep. I feel like Noct would be the definition of, “I ain’t got no sleep ‘cause ‘a y’all, y’all not gon get to sleep ‘cause of me!” whenever he’s petty. 

For Prompto, repeatedly use all of the hot water during the rare times they actually get to stay at a hotel. If it happens once or twice he’ll let it slide because hey, these things happen… but repeatedly, when you know he’s gotta take care of his hair? (He hates washing his hair with cold water.) It’s on.

For Gladio, spoil a book for him. He normally reads historical books, but in the rare times that he finds himself with a fictional book, if someone spoils it for him he’ll be rather upset about it. Finally, he found some fiction that seemed interesting, and someone just had to ruin the ending…

For Ignis, drink the last can of Ebony. Whether accidental or intentional, whoever drank the last can will have to keep an eye out for the comeback… even though they’ll never see it coming.