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Honesty Hour

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Requested?: Yes, by anon: I NEED A BESTFRIEND!TOM HIDDLES AND (Y/N) ONE SHOT NOW PLS THANKS x

Warnings: Language, some angst, and implications of sex. But really this is just pure hilarity in a fake world where all these adorable man!heroes are your best friends.

Word Count: 3K

Summary: It’s your turn to host Friendsgiving, and all your closest friends are attending – Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, and of course, Tom Hiddleston. After a whole lot of booze, the conversation steers into the boys asking your ‘FMK’ (Fuck, Marry, Kill) opinions - which leads to honesty hour with Tom.

A/N: OK so writing five people is hard af and that’s why this is so freaking long, but if you bear with me through this I think you’ll actually LOL at several parts of this little drabble. :) Anon, I hope this does you justice! Gif isn’t mine!

Originally posted by arianalilyblack

You’re not sure why, or how, really, but for the second year in a row you’d agreed to it. You’d be hosting “Friendsgiving”, and in only a few minutes everyone would be arriving.

“Fuck me.” You mumble to yourself, fighting to get butter and pepper all over the outside of the turkey.

“Oh come on now, Doll. You gotta play a little harder to get than that.”

Chris’s voice made you jump.

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Cause and Reward

A NSFW incubus story submitted by @thatweirdlittlegothgirl

Word count: 2187


You flipped the light on, flickering a gross yellow. Your apartment complex wasn’t the Ritz by any means, but it was a roof over your head. Plenty of mould around that you couldn’t scrub away, but if you could find somewhere else it would definitely be worth complaining to the landlord to guarantee your deposit back.

You stood in front of the dingy mirror and looked around in the reflection, before taking the time to examine your face a little more for any unsightly bumps that might have appeared as of late…stress-acne.

Work was the cause of that; the office cliques seemed to be relentless as of late, talking about the Christmas party coming up and what everyone was gonna wear. You wanted to wear that cute outfit you’ve been saving up for, but you weren’t sure it would look good on you. Not on your large body, you thought. After being mocked all the way to the punch-out pad, you came home to a welcoming bottle of alcohol.

After washing your face, you buried it in a towel to dry. Pulling it back, you noticed an additional figure staring back at you from the mirror. It leaned down to you to whisper in your ear.

“Set me free,” it breathed. 

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Powder Keg - Ch 3

Happy Monday, Everlarkers! Last week’s episode of EYOA’s Powder Keg left our Katniss with a dilemma - call in Grumpy Gale on his day off, or spend an entire day with archnemesis Peeta, who somehow broke her heart.

You chose for Katniss to throw caution to the wind and spend the day with Peeta. What happens next? Our own @burkygirl continues the drama (hang on to your hats, kids, this one’s a doozy!)

As always, you have 48 hours to vote, until noon, Wednesday, November the 22nd. Remember, vote in the comments or reblogs, not in the tags! And as always, share with your friends, more voices = more fun! Ready? Here we go…



The door to the staff room slams behind me as I storm away. I have got to get some fresh air. I need to be alone for 10 seconds or I’m going to scream. Fucking Johanna. She might as well have stuffed us into a get-along shirt like a couple of bratty kids. And what kind of choice is that anyway? As if I’m going to drag Gale up here on his day off to deal with a bunch of kids just because Dickwad is doing a tap dance on my very last nerve. That’s not fair to Gale. He works two jobs to help his mom take care of his brothers and sisters and this is the only day he gets to sleep in. And anyway, I definitely don’t need him running up here and trying to save me.

The cold air slices through my lungs the minute I step outside. I close my eyes and breathe deeply; each sharp, frosty inhale forcing the red haze just a little bit farther away. When I’m calm, I go back inside and find Peeta in the staff room packing up his gear to go home for the day.

“What are you doing?”

His expression is flat, emotionless as he methodically packs his bag. “What does it look like? I’m obviously not going to get any work here today. I might as well go home and help Dad at the bakery if I’m going to work for free.”

My attempt at another calming breath comes out like an impatient huff instead. “We have a class, like, any minute.”

His eyes snap to mine. “You didn’t call Hawthorne?”

I throw myself in a scruffy armchair that must have gotten dragged in here when it was no longer presentable for the guest area. “No. I am not going to do that to Gale on his day off. Just stay away from me, Mellark, and it’ll be fine.”

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Despite working on this for days and editing it multiple times, this still feels more like me thinking out loud than having me having complete thoughts. It’s at the point where I feel comfortable sharing it, and people have been asking me if and when I would say something, so here it is.

Where do we go from here?

My goal with this account has always been to share timely, relevant information about the band Brand New, because we all know they aren’t going to share it themselves. I’ve worked hard to connect people with the information they’re looking for about the band, whether it’s about tickets, vinyl, merchandise, photos, setlists, etc. I feel a sense of responsibility with that. People follow me for that, so I want to provide it the best I can.

But right now, I’m in a weird place. And before I talk about myself, I need to say that my deepest sympathy goes out to the victims in this story. I am sorry to see that so many people don’t believe you. I hope that by speaking out, you are able to heal. The fans of this band are not the victims, we are bystanders in someone else’s tragedy. That’s something I’ve kept in mind. But since I’ve made informing and bringing fans together a hobby of mine, I feel like I should speak to it. The title of the account is Brand New fans, but I am just me, one Brand New fan. (And even that is something I’m struggling with right now.) It has never been my intention to speak for all of the fans, and based on my interactions over the past few days, it’s very clear that I absolutely do not.

I have always liked knowing that a lot of the tweets I send make people happy. (More on that later.) But right now there’s not much to be happy about. The thing I’m asking myself is what should the role of a fan account be at a time like this? It certainly doesn’t feel right to just ignore this situation. If I just never tweeted about this, I’m sure I’d be accused of trying to hide it. I knew I had to acknowledge it when it first broke. And since then, I posted a few tweets with info about the shows; Martha pulled out, Kevin pulled out, then they were postponed. And since then I’ve retweeted Jesse’s statement, Kevin’s statement, Sainthood Reps tweet about it, plus a few articles about all of this…and one plea from me to the Reddit Detective Crew. Things feel upside down when the band’s fan account is exclusively tweeting about the awful things one band member did. Some people have said I’ve handled this well, and many others disagree.

Twitter is a great way to disseminate information quickly. It is a horrible place to have a tough, honest, nuanced discussion about men and power, idol worship, sexual assault, justice, forgiveness, rehabilitation, or really anything at all, even with 280 characters. Instead, the conversations that are happening aren’t helpful and don’t go anywhere. So I’m not sure where to go from here.

Is it my obligation to continue to share relevant information, even when it’s all terrible? Should I share every article written about this? Is there such thing as too much? Should I do more? What would that even look like? Or…should I just never tweet again? That seems appealing right now, and my most likely course of action. I’m just feeling drained from all of this just based on my personal feelings, and then it’s harder because I’m trying to find the right path forward with this account. I’m not sure I can support the band that I’ve called my favorite for half of my life anymore. The whole thing makes me want to just shut down. The detective work makes me angry. Getting yelled at on Twitter makes me really sad. And that’s a huge shift from how things used to be.

My favorite thing about running this account has been the feeling of shared joy. Whenever someone tweets me something exciting - following the Science Fiction rollout, a setlist they grabbed, vinyl they bought before it sold out, getting a new tattoo, and recently it’s been photos from shows with captions like “best night of my life!” - I feel that excitement when I hit retweet. It makes me so happy to see others so happy, even strangers, especially about the thing I know we share a common love for. There are a whole bunch of you who I don’t really know but I feel like I know through our interactions, and that gives me a warm feeling of kinship. But now that’s been flipped around. Everyone is upset and trying to deal with this, and that’s made me even more upset. So where I used to feel your joy, now I am feeling your pain. I’m trying to come to terms with this as an individual, and also as a person who people in this community look to for information. I am certainly not looking for pity; I’m just trying to be open about some of the things that I’ve been thinking about this past week and letting everyone know not to expect this account to continue being what it used to be.

I would much rather be tweeting your show photos and poster art and setlists.

I don’t think there will ever be another chance to do that.

Thank you for reading.

Be kind to each other.

Leave the victims alone.

Never stop fighting off your demons.

anonymous asked:

Do you agree with the idea that Bughead is headed for a longer break up?

Thanks for the question, nonny!

This was not the Bughead breakup I was expecting. The amount of anguish portrayed during the breakup—Jughead’s devastated face hearing the news from Archie, Betty crying on her window seat late at night—set an expectation that what just happened was a Big Deal that will have Significant Consequences. But after going big on the breakup, the show then barely ticked the box on them getting back together.

Betty and Jughead’s breakup is like a gun that Riverdale has been slowly introducing since the end of last season with the horrified look on Betty’s face when Jughead puts on that jacket. Riverdale’s been flashing the gun around with Betty and Jughead’s lies of omission, failed communication and eroding trust. Despite some of the shaky pacing and murky character motivations, Riverdale successfully created a looming sense of dread around Betty and Jughead’s future together built out of a deliberate accumulation of internal and external conflicts that applied more and more pressure to their relationship. A viscerally upsetting sense of looming dread is a difficult emotion to create in an audience and Riverdale managed it! We watched Jughead slowly come to believe that he can’t avoid joining the Serpents or pull out of this downward spiral. We watched Betty feel Jughead distancing himself from her, slipping away into this new life that has an ever shrinking role for her in it.

In 2.05 the show pulled the trigger on the breakup. We all flinched, only to find out in 2.06 that the show had fired a blank.

Getting them back together so quickly means we didn’t get to see these characters confront their failings and mistakes. We didn’t see them gain a more accurate understanding of themselves, each other or the world around them.

Betty and Jughead got back together in the most nominal way possible: by way of voice-over. Their reconciliation in 2.06 was unsatisfying because it was unearned. All the critical conversations happen off screen without much fanfare. None of the underlying issues driving Betty and Jughead apart have been addressed. This is a deliberate choice the show is making, which leaves the narrative door open for another, bigger breakup down the line. 

Breakups are one of the big-stick threats hanging over couples in shows like Riverdale where relationships drive a significant degree of audience engagement. But every time a show breaks a couple up and then gets them back together, the audience cares less. And the first breakup is generally the one that packs the biggest emotional punch. 

So I’m puzzled that Riverdale would waste the first, most impactful breakup of arguably their most popular ship on an estrangement that lasts one episode and which results in no character growth, no dramatic tension, no significant advancement of the plot. Jughead even decided to fully join the Serpents before hearing that Betty was breaking up with him, so the show somehow manages to get zero narrative mileage out of the breakup. They weren’t even apart long enough to gain a new appreciation for each other and why they want to be in a relationship together.

So how might this choice make sense? Firstly, this could be a Cat Scare: that moment in a suspense scene where an initial tension is built up and then the audience is startled by—oh… that’s just a cat. Never mind. This is usually followed up by the true scare while the audience has their guard down. In this scenario, this initial “fake” breakup—because, critically, we knew it was not a genuine breakup all along—will be followed by the true breakup, which will be driven by the serious unaddressed problems in Jughead and Betty’s relationship. To function effectively within a narrative structure, this second breakup would have to keep the characters apart for a significant period of time.

The other option is that Jughead and Betty will stay together for the foreseeable future. The show will build back up to a confrontation and moment of crisis that, as in 1x10, ends not in a breakup but with increased self-knowledge, vulnerability, communication and character growth within the context of their relationship.

If I had to place a bet now, I’d go with option two. We’ll see!

BTS Reaction: First Relationship

request: being their first girlfriend/boyfriend @anon

Kim Seokjin

He adored you so much, there wasn’t a day you weren’t showered with love, and great food. He’d be so happy to have someone with him who loved him for who he was, not just his fame or his incredible looks.

“Jagiya, you’re so cute” “Sit down, I’ll make us a special dinner!”

Min Yoongi

He was probably the happiest male on earth. He knew he wasn’t good with showing affection, but it seemed so natural when you were around, he turned into the biggest fluff you’d ever see.

“I love you so much, Y/N, you know that right?” “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me”

Jung Hoseok

Much like Seokjin, he would never hesitate showing his love to you. Whenever he had the time you would be trapped inside his arms showered with “I love you’s” and kisses.

“You can’t believe how happy I am to have you” “Tell me you love me, Jagi”

Kim Namjoon

Even though you were his first girlfriend ever, he wouldn’t mind showing you off or insisting on skinship ot only when you were alone. He loved that he could show the whole world how happy you made him.

“Hold my Hand, Baby” “I want People to know you’re mine”

Park Jimin

He was anxious sometimes, afraid he’d do something wrong as it was his first relationship. He loved you so much, but he was scared that you wouldn’t be able to handle the things that came with dating an Idol, he didn’t want to lose you.

“You love me right, Y/N?” “I love you so much, please don’t ever leave me”

Kim Taehyung

Much like Namjoon, he loved to show everyone who made him so happy. It was like a shout out to the haters that he didn’t care what they said about his love life. What mattered was that you were with him.

“The hate isn’t getting to you, is it?” “Tell me and I’ll deal with it, you’re worth so much more”

Jeon Jeongguk

He was shy, and, a lot like Jimin, he was afraid that he woud fuck up. He’d ask his hyungs for advice, you being his very first girlfriend, he didn’t want to lose you. He’d stay around every free minute he’d get, loving the way you felt in his arms.

“You’d tell me if I was an Idiot, right?” “I love you, Jagi, don’t forget that”

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wolf-locked  asked:

This one is a little sad. The night before Marlene's death/Blackinnon's last night together (she probably knows it'll be the last time they see each other) or, if you don't want to write something sad, the Marauders and Lily finding about Blackinnon in Hogwarts and their reaction I know that any of them will be amazing, I love your drabbles. YOU'RE AMAZING, DARLING <3

ily, babe. I hope you like it. 


There was something about that night. The sky was darker than Sirius had ever seen it and not once was he able to see the gleam of the stars. His pace was fast, though, as he had no time to waste. He needed to get to her as quick as his legs could go and they were desperate. Not only his legs, but his arms, his head, his hands, everything about him screamed in desperation to touch her, to see her, to be with her. Every cell that made him was eager of her.

As soon as he reached her door, he knocked three times, waited a second and knocked four more times. He heard a sigh of relief coming from the other side of the door and the sound of the key unlocking the wooden door.

“What was the last thing I told you?” Marlene said with her wand pointed to his heart.

Sirius smiled at her and showed her the small brown packet he’d been carrying. “You said that I’d better come back with one of those ‘muggle biscuits’ you like if I wanted you to forgive me.”

Marlene chuckled and let him in, taking the packet off his hands as he passed through the door.

Sirius grasped her waist with both of his hands and pulled her closer to his body, closing the door behind him with his foot. The scent that came from her was making him feel as if his body could explode just by smelling that weird cinnamon shampoo she liked to use. He loved how she always smelled like cinnamon and it always reminded him of the good days of his late childhood, when he would spend the holidays at the Potters and James’ mum would always cook cinnamon bread for them to eat after a long day of playing Quidditch.

He smacked his lips on hers and gave her a thousand pecks all over her face, Marlene started to giggle.

“Stop it, for Merlin’s sake!” She said, laughing. “It seems like Padfoot is kissing me, not you.”

“Well, since we’re the same person, you shouldn’t be so bothered.” He smirked and gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips.

Marlene felt her entire world spin around her so strongly, she lost her balance and gripped Sirius’ shirt. Her body was tingling, her head spinning, her hands clutched tightly on his clothes; she was breathless and completely in love. She couldn’t help but feel her heart racing fast inside her chest with a kiss and she didn’t have anything else to blame since her puberty hormones weren’t to be held responsible for it any longer.

He held her by her bum and pulled her into his arms, taking her to the couch. He placed her on his lap and opened the packet of biscuits, giving one to her.

“Eat it. I still need to be forgiven.” He reminded her and she rolled her eyes.

“You know I was kidding. You haven’t done anything wrong, you just really pissed me off when you didn’t let me go with you.”

“You know why I think it’s best for you to be here, Mar. I need you to be safe.” Sirius sighed and ran one of his hands through his hair.

She nodded and took a bite of her biscuit. “I know, but you know I want to fight too. I have to do something, I can’t just sit here and wait for you to save the world for me. It’s just not who I am.”

Sirius looked away and locked his gaze on the apartment’s window. It was so dark outside he barely could see the other buildings, but he could see the moon shining weakly through clouds.

“I can’t stand thinking about losing you, Marlene.”

She put both of her hands on his cheeks and turned his head to face her gently. Quickly, she pecked his lips and Sirius felt the taste of chocolate biscuits breaking into his mouth.

“You aren’t going to lose me, you egocentric prick” She murmured and smirked a little bit to the memory of her calling him that at Hogwarts, when they used to pretend they hated each other. “I just want to save the world with you.”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“I do, but I won’t stay at home anymore. I’ll fight, Sirius.”

He shook his head hopelessly, but didn’t utter a single word. He knew she was stubborn, he knew she had already set her mind into fighting and nothing on Earth could make her do the contrary. He felt his chest tightening, his hands going straight back to her waist as he felt the relevance of what Marlene had just decided settling inside his head. She was going to war and he wouldn’t be able to protect her.

He didn’t know by then she had a plan. He didn’t know she was going to her parents house the day after to help them find a safe place for her brother and his wife, who both were being hunted down for what they had said at the Ministry of Magic. None of them knew they had already been caught and the Death Eaters were waiting for them.

If Sirius had known it all before, however, he wouldn’t have left her on her own that night. He wouldn’t have let her go on that mission. He would’ve held her tight while she cried for the loss of her parents, but he would have her by his side.

like tbh I’d be surprised if bts have ANY interest in north america or expanding into north america after this. this whole trip was MONUMENTAL for not only bts, but kpop as an industry and hopefully potentially could be recognized as a serious competitor in the entertainment industry and not just be constantly disregarded and mocked and made to feel like their big dreams of selling out western stadiums or attending or performing at award shows is unrealistic and that you can’t succeed. finally getting the disgusting ignorant comments like ‘lol that chinese music? how can you even listen to that, it all sounds the same. what do they even sing about? lol they will never win let alone be nominated for X award. they’re only popular in asia’ to stop 

this was a time for western media to wake up and take its nose out of its ass and for once realize how big the world actually is and how much there is. but instead bts is literally treated like fun new weird foreign things we can play with and exploit for as much financial profit as possible. all these interviews treat bts as one, and not 7 individual people, with individual interests, individual goals, individual ambitions, individual personalities, individual thoughts. 

none of these interviews really bother to mention their accomplishments, their industry breaking records, upcoming projects, the love myself campaign, what inspires their music, how socially conscious their music is, what inspires this music, that their music touches upon such stigmatized issues, how amazing their interaction is with their fans and how deep their personal one on one relationship is with their fans, their work ethic, how much time goes into these insane high production music videos, maybe to recall a memory of when they were struggling and what pushed them to continue, what drives them, LITERALLY ANYTHING. but no. western media decides to not only not even do basic research, but they decide to ask lol what’s your favourite place to eat in the us? what is your favourite thing about the us? you love the us right? why don’t you know english? are you going to write music in english now? you def should now. LOL WE DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING YOU’RE SAYING BUT PEOPLE SEEM TO LOVE IT LOL WTV~~~ who is your us celebrity crush? shouldn’t you make english music now? you’re blessed by being in the us lol you’re dumb if you don’t plan to do music in english now, what’s your fave english song right now?!!!!!!!…..literally not one interview has gone by here without hearing these and you can tell that bangtan is fucking over it. it is the same disrespectful, demeaning, uninteresting, repetitive bullshit. with every interview that goes by, you can see namjoon literally breaking and his patience wearing thin

I can honestly say, just by the looks on their faces, they have ! 0 ! interest in continuing to promote or even ‘debut’ in north america. I can almost guarantee that unless they are coming here for tours or they are accepting an award, anything beyond business reasons, they have 0 interest in pursuing anything in north america. and by the way they have been treated during their time here, I don’t blame them for a second…it’s shameful

How to keep a journal in your target language

So this kind of journal/diary is pretty useful if you:

  • are introvert
  • are anxious when you have to talk to others
  • you want to practice your writing
  • want to see what vocab you use the most
  • learn new vocab
  • hate people
  • think in their target language
  • want to use your language in a relaxing manner

There are a few “rules” to have such a journal/diary:

  1. You need to decide if you want to write daily, weekly or monthly in it. (or just write when you feel like/have time) Based on this you change the amount of how much you write because if you write weekly in it, you’ll need a bit more than 5 sentences in order to improve your target language.
  2. You need to feel comfortable writing down stuff since not everyone enjoys writing what they feel or think.
  3. You need to decide if you want a digital or a paper journal.

Decorations

You can decorate your journal with stickers/pictures/doodles but you can also leave it plain. 

I used to have a very messy journal because i didn’t use a notebook. I just used random A4 sheets of paper and wrote on 1 what happened in a day. I didn’t decorate them. I usually just attached a sticky note with the new words that i used and from time to time i added a sticky note with a motivating message because i took the time to write and improve.

It’s up to you if you want to decorate it or not. 

Important details

Since i write in a foreign language i developed a system so i can learn with my journal.

I color-coded certain terms.

red = i’m not sure of its meaning and i need to ask on HiNative if it’s correct
light blue = new word that i should use more/add to quizlet/flashcard app
green = focus more on the word because i couldn’t remember it even if i learned it

Because i’m more focused on studying and learning than appearence, i don’t mind having mistakes in my writing but since many people mind them, you can use wipe-out and then some stickers, doodles or decorative tape. 

You need to make a deal with yourself and write kind words from time to time. Every once in a while, if i didn’t write in my journal something motivational, i’d have just added a sticky note with a quote or just a “congrats ^^”. The point to this is that if no one says how productive you are, just say that to yourself. No biggie. I have entire paragraphs where i just tell to myself that it’s worth what i’m doing even if no one sees it. 

Bonus: if you manage to write at least 2-3 motivational sentences daily, you’ll be more motivated

Don’t be afraid to write whatever you want. No one will take your journal and if they do, it’s in a foreign language, they won’t understand it. 

What you write in it, it’s your work. You can adjust it to your personality, needs or/and preferences. Don’t think “oh, mine isn’t like hers”, the point is to practice and use your language, not to win a contest.

Try to decide how much you write. I never thought in lines, i always chose tasks as “write for 30min” but if your task is to write 10 lines daily, that’s amazing! Do it. Take 5 minutes out of your day to clear your mind.

It’s difficult only in the first minute, once you start writing, you won’t stop too soon.

Decide if you use 1 journal for all  languages or 1 journal for 1 language. (this ofc, if you study more than 1) You can choose in which day you write in which language or you just go with the flow and write in what you feel like. 

Make a rule not to use your native language or English. Even if your texts sound weird, try to re-organize the phrase/sentence and use only your target language.

If you can have the journal with you everywhere you go, that’s a very good way of practicing at any given time.

Journals

  • Daily ones where you write about your day, dreams, preferences.
  • Journals for practice where you focus only on language learning.
  • A to-do list kind of journal where you write your responsabilities/reminders for the next day.
  • A combination of everything.

Activities

Some suggestions:

Write about your day.

Translate a poem/song.

Make a mini vocab list related to something.

Review a book/movie/app/site.

Develop a story. You have a thing for vampires? Writes a story where you are the main character and date a vampire. You like singing? Write a story about how you became a star overnight. Fanfiction is amazing because it makes you write for hours.

Write poems/songs.

Write/translate recipes.

Keep some studying methods in there./Resources

Imagine a certain scenario and try to write a short story. You’re in Grey’s Anatomy, write some medical terms because i bet you don’t know how to say painkillers or jawtooth or ribs.

Do whatever you want, it’s yours.

Some Topics:

Dreams
Your crush
Fears
Food
Expectations
Thoughts
Books
Clothes
Feelings
Stories/fanfiction
Memories
Your progress with languages
Your day
Friends
Motivational quotes
Pets
Movies
Actors
Cartoons/anime/manga
Holidays
Travel plans
Believes
Weather
Landscape
Jokes/memes
Resources
Expressions/Idioms

The Minyard-Josten Pros’ Coming Out

Or, That Time Andrew Got Pissed And Posted The Video That Broke The Internet

  • Years down the line, our boys are both pros and Neil is getting annoyed at all the press conferences that get derailed by either the Josten-Minyard rivalry or whether he is or isn’t in a committed relationship as some gossip magazines have been implying
  • he’s not allowed to deal with it, though
    • he’s actually not allowed to say anything to the press that his coach and PR team haven’t approved of
    • he calls it bullshit
    • he only ever antagonized a dangerous yakuza criminal once
    • people really can’t let anything go, in this sport

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coran: what is love?

allura sighing: love is what my mother and father had

pidge: love is a combination of the neurochemicals oxytocin and serotonin-

shiro: love is when i can go half an hour in peace without seeing one of you idiots dab every time you sneeze

matt: love is the extra fry at the bottom of the bag

hunk: love is a lot of things, like baking cookies, watching the sun rise on the Balmera with a pretty girl….when i got my teacher fired in the 3rd grade

lance: you’re looking at love

keith kicking the wall and struggling to free his foot: love doesn’t exist

There’s a Ball?

So, this was a prompt. I have included the ask at the very end this time because I don’t want to give away the spoiler! Another one that was slightly longer than expected. Oh well. 

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            “Did you hear?” A boy whispered in delight, voice echoing around the now silent corridor. Draco rolled his eyes heavily. What was with immature people being obsessed with gossip? One would think that there would be better things to talk about than mindless shite.

             “Harry Potter is coming back for the Remembrance Ball next month!”

               Draco froze as he fought the urge to demand the boy to spill his sources. It wouldn’t do well to bring himself attention, especially about Potter.

               Excited whispers broke out as they all waited for Slughorn to open his door for class.

               “Where did you hear that?” Smith asked doubtfully. “Someone else brought up Potter at the beginning of the year but it turned out to be false.”

               For once, Draco was rather grateful for the Hufflepuff’s insight. He just hoped that it wouldn’t be a recurring thing.

               “I overheard McGonagall telling Flitwick about it when I was passing by the staffroom.”

               Draco furrowed his brows. If Potter was stopping by for a visit, Granger or Weasley would have acted like it, wouldn’t they? He shot a look towards Granger, who had a book on Modern Goat Conspiracy Theories compared to Anciently Deceased Theories open in one hand and their Potion’s book in the other. Surely, she couldn’t be reading both, right? Weasley had his head resting on Granger’s shoulder and appeared to be asleep. His mouth was open and Draco was pretty sure he saw drool.

               The clang of the door opening had Draco putting this behind him. It was no doubt just gossip.

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               “If Potter is coming back for the ball, who do you think will be his date?” Abbott asked as Draco sighed heavily, a few seats away from her in History of Magic.

               “Who says he has to have a date?” Macmillan asked with a scoff. “I’m going stag and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

               Finch-Fletchley snorted loudly. “You’re going stag because everyone you asked turned you down.”

               Draco was incredibly sick of everyone talking about Potter. This was getting out of hand. What was with everyone being obsessed with the savior? Merlin, there had to be better things to talk about.

               “That’s because he is blind to Abbott’s desperate pining after him.” Draco snarked, not bothering to turn around. He was just fed up with the whole conversation.

               There was a stunned silence that filled the room. Macmillan sounded as if he was choking on his own tongue and that was certainly the highlight to Draco’s day.

               “Is—Is Malfoy telling the truth?” Macmillan whispered, sounding awed. As if he hadn’t noticed that the girl had been in love with him for seven years.

               “I—umm.”

              Draco spared a miniscule moment of guilt as the girl sounded positively miserable. But it was for the best. He knew how this would end. And really, what was a little pain as long as it ended in happiness? Well, if they actually lasted as a couple that is. As a realist, he predicted those two would break up after one or two children.

               “Would you like to go to the ball with me?” Macmillan’s tone was scared, which had Draco rolling his eyes.

               “Yes!” Abbott squeaked out far louder than was necessary, causing Draco to nod approvingly.

               And if a small smile also escaped, well, no one had to know.

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To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.2

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Originally posted by eatupbangtan

The more I thought about him, the more I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. But at the same time, the more I thought about this whole situation, the more I feel as though I was overreacting. He was right, I’m only his girlfriend - we’re not tied down to one another and he can hang with whoever he wants to hang out with. But her. She’s always liked Jungkook even though we’ve been together for this long, she never gave up on him and he knows what feelings she has for him. Do you blame me for being insecure? For being scared of the fact that I might end up losing the man I see my future with because of her? But it’s all too late now, there’s no use in being scared, or insecure because it all happened. Everything he ever assured you of, that they’ll only ever remain as friends, that he won’t do anything to lead her on, that he won’t hurt you like that, all those things he said, they meant nothing because those are all the things he did. 

I hear a knock on my door and I dreaded who stood behind it, but to my pleasant surprise I guess it wasn’t Jungkook.

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Bruises On Another (part three)

Originally posted by nwetss

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

OH! And just to be clear about a few things, as i’ve mentioned (literally right below this) this is a soulmate AU. I don’t write these often so i’m not sure how they exactly work, but the way i’ve written mine is Steve and the reader aren’t just connected through the marks and bruises but almost like spiritually i guess? When they first meet, something like wells within them. And when Steve sees her with Billy, he doesn’t know why, but he almost feels a sort of jealousy and almost wanting to protect the reader. And later on in the story, you’ll see the reader a bit jealous of Steve as well. That’s because they have a connection, they just don’t know it yet.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

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“Y/N! Just the girl I wanted to see!”

You turned around at the sound of a voice, find none other than; “Billy.” You’d met him yesterday in your social class and because you were the new students, your teacher had paired you together. The boy had seemed nice enough when first speaking to him and he definitely didn’t know how to quit, so you weren’t all that surprised to find him by your side right before lunch.

The mullet haired boy reached your side in record time, squeezing past other students in the hallway. You felt yourself flinch from contact as Billy wound his arm around your waist and pressed you against his side. You tried to ignore the pain that grew as he hit a fresh bruise from the night before and when you glanced at him, you hoped he hadn’t noticed your flinch but you could tell by look on his face he had. “I didn’t mean to upset ya’, darlin’.” He said, staring at you with feigned worry; you just didn’t know it at the time.

“No,” you responded softly, shaking your head. “No it’s fine. I’m just… just a little bit jumpy.”

Billy nodded, as if he understood and leaned back as you both made your way through the halls. You tried to ignore the dark looks you received from other girls as you made your way to your locker. From what you’d heard at your two days in Hawkin’s High School, Billy was the new it guy, everybody wanted to be with him or be him. So the looks made sense, you just didn’t understand why Billy was so fascinated with you. 

“Ignore them darlin’, they’ve got nothing on you.” You glanced over at Billy surprised, feeling your cheeks burn red in shock at his comment. As you glanced at the many girls, you didn’t completely agree with his statement. “Don’t look so shocked.”

“No, it’s just-” you said again, shaking your head. You went to say more but found yourself lost in your thoughts and instead glanced back down at the floor. “Okay.” You submitted. You sighed in relief when you reached your locker and Billy stepped away from your side to instead lean against the locker next to yours. You couldn’t help, though, feel his gaze grazing your body the entire time like a predator would look at it’s pray.

You pulled down the sleeves of your sweater, and focused your entire attention on slipping your textbooks into your locker.

“So, you hear about Tina’s party this Friday?”

How could you not? You might not be very social but that’s all you ever heard when walking in the halls. Of course, even though you’d been given a slip, you made no plan of going considering you knew your father would never allow you. Hell, if your father knew that you were speaking to a boy like Billy now… there’d be a huge price to pay. Still you nodded in response to his question, sensing where it’d lead.

“Wanna go?” It seemed Billy didn’t like to wait long when pursuing the girls he showed interest in. 

You paused after that, knowing that your father would say no, you just didn’t know how to tell Billy that. “I-I’m not too sure… My father-” You were cut off by Billy’s hand reaching out and practically petting your cheek; you froze in surprise from the movement, unsure of how to react to the bold move. 

You met Billy’s eyes and found yourself stuck as he smile sultry at you and leaned in closer. With his hand still on your cheek, you found yourself frozen as you found your father’s eyes in Billy’s. You felt yourself grow petrified and hating the way any man or even woman who threatened even the tiniest bit could grow control over you. It made you feel weak and pathetic, but yet you only continued to stare at Billy. “Come on, Y/N.” Billy mumbled, and you found yourself no longer able to hear the loud crowd of kids around you. “I think you’d look cute in a costume, so what do you say?”

You opened your mouth to say something but another’s cut you off; “is there a problem?”

You moved your gaze over to the newcomer and found none of than the familiar pair of brown eyes you’ve been trying to avoid. It seemed that Steve’s presence was enough to get Billy to step away from you, and soon you found the mullet-haired boy standing in front of you, blocking you slightly from Steve’s eyesight. It was then that you noticed the two girls behind Steve, one you recognized as the girl who’d helped you the day before; Nancy.

“Harrington.” Billy greeted and you could just practically hear the smirk forming on his lips. “Nope, no problem here.”

Steve glared at Billy before you found his eyes on you; “Y/N?”

You paused, shocked that he’d even considered an answer from you. Normally everyone did the talking for you, and you weren’t really allowed to speak for yourself. But before you could respond, Billy spoke up; “I said there’s no problem, Harrington. Why don’t you stay out of other people’s businesses.” 

“I’m sure Y/N can answer for herself.”

Suddenly all eyes were on you, including Billy’s and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You met Billy’s gaze and saw your father, so instead of saying what you should’ve of, you mumbled; “i’m fine.”

You missed the way Steve’s gaze fell and his tense shoulder’s slumped. Pressing a hand against his chest, Billy took a step forward; “see? Everything’s fine.” Steve glanced at you one final time, and it seemed like he was going to say more before Nancy stepped up and grabbed his arm. “Steve, let’s just go.” She whispered to him and you found your eyes stuck on her hand on his arm, your brows furrowing. 

Eventually Steve relented and you watched him step away from both you and Billy, now gripping Nancy’s hand. You barely noticed Billy turn back to you, until his hand softly grasped your chin, and brought your attention towards him. “So? What do you say?”

In your mind, you couldn’t help and think about the way Steve had grasped Nancy’s hand and the feeling that burned within you. Without thinking, you nodded; “sounds great.”


Friday reached sooner than you thought it would and before you knew it, it was the night of the party and you hadn’t even mentioned the idea to your father yet. You were sat in your room, and you’d just made dinner for your father. You knew he’d be in his room for the rest of the night and hopefully wouldn’t come and see you at any point, but knowing him he usually didn’t.

You stared down at your attire, the same thing you always wore and wondered why you hadn’t thought this through further. Not only now did you have to sneak out for the night, through your window, you didn’t have a costume either and you knew Billy would question it when he arrived. You’d even told him that day a different address then your actual house so your father wouldn’t see his headlights.

You’d never snuck out before and honestly you were greatly questioning your decision to say yes. You didn’t really have a decision, thinking about it now,but the thought of sneaking out, and not being there if your father was to come into your room greatly scared you. You’d never hear the end of it or never feel the end of it if he were to catch you, especially if he found out a boy came to pick you up.

You bounced your knee in spot from your position on your bed, glancing at the time every few minutes. You were suppose to meet Billy outside your neighbours house at six thirty and it was now six twenty-five, meaning you should probably start heading out. Ignoring the feeling that welled within your stomach, you slowly and quietly opened your bedroom door and glanced out into the hallway. Where, thankfully, you could see the lights from the tv in your father’s bedroom flashing, meaning he was distracted.

You took one final deep breath, closing the door quietly behind you and heading to the window. You slid open your window, ignoring the fear that welled within you and stepped out onto the the roof. You crawled on top, closing the window just before it fully shut and begun crawling out to the edge of the roof. Carefully you swung your body out so you hung by the roof and dropped onto the grass in front of your house. Once you were safe on solid ground, you gazed up into your bedroom to see if the light had turned on or any indication that your father had noticed you leaving, and sighed out in relief when you saw nothing.

Nodding to yourself, you faintly let a smile slip over your lips at the fact that you’d managed to sneak out and not get caught; yet. Making your way through your tiny front yard, you stopped in front of your neighbours just as Billy’s car appeared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring the voice in the back of your head that told you this was mistake and made your way to his car.

You slipped into the passengers seat and almost immediately noticed the frown on Billy’s lips when he saw your attire. Pulling at your oversized sweater you frowned; “I don’t have a costume.”

You met Billy’s eye and watched him pause in thought for a moment, and thats when you noticed his costume. Billy wore a leather jacket with no shirt underneath the jacket, paired with black jeans. You hated to admit it and even felt ashamed, but he looked good.

“You got a shirt underneath that sweater?” Bill asked, stunning you for moment. Though, eventually you nodded. “Great. Take the sweater off.”

“W-What?”

“The sweater.” He grinned at you, a hint of lust behind his eyes. “Take it off. I’ve got a plan.” You paused once again, unsure of what you should do. If you took off your sweater, Billy was bound to see the marks on your arms but from the look in his eyes, it seemed he was determined and wasn’t going to let you go in the clothes you wore. Sighing, you slowly pulled off your sweater, handing it to Billy as he threw it in the back and reached for something else.

All you wore underneath was white t-shirt and on your legs, you wore black jeans. Crossing your arms across your chest, you tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that welled within you, and waited for Billy to get whatever he was searching for. Just then he threw a dark coloured jean jacket a top of your lap and smirked your way.

You slipped the jacket over top of yourself, it was much too big but it covered your arms and Billy never managed to see the bruises which was plus. Turning to Billy, you felt yourself smile a little as you saw his gaze.

“There. Now we’re matching.”


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hi everyone! i’ve been dealing with depression since may 2017. though everyone here on the studyblr community seems to be well intentioned when it comes to advise on mental health, i noticed that a lot of people feel uncomfortable, knowing that a significant part of them may not have ever experienced any kind of mental illness – note that i used the term ‘uncomfortable’, not ‘angry’. sure drinking water is important, but how is that going to help me, mentally? 

you see, i got no other knowledge about the subject than my own experiences, conversations with doctors and basic research. i can’t guarantee any of this will be helpful to you, but i can share what i’ve been passing through and try to reach a more equal level to those who are also dealing with mental illness and school. here are some things to note:

settling a time for taking medicine

  • this one can sound just as silly as drinking water, though it’s very important to the right functioning of the medicine you’re taking. it’s simple chemistry and you’ll find better results by doing that. your doctor will advise you to do so, then listen to all of their reccomendations
  • ok, so you’re taking medicine and has settled a time for doing it, great! now, you should turn it into a task. write it down on your journal, programme a phone alarm, or even find an app for this, so you won’t skip the correct time for doing it
  • however, you’re probably going to skip time for one day or another, and it’s absolutely ok, since it doesn’t become something frequent!

sleeping

  • well, sleeping is a quite complicated one: apparenty, depression can make you wether sleep too much or not sleep at all, and that’s s my case. i would wake up every night and spend 40-50 min awake. it took me 5 different pills until i found the one that made my sleep enough and regenerating again
  • report your sleeping problems to your doctor. sleeping medicine can lead your mind to some weird dreams, as it’s done to me, and your doctor will know how to handle this

doing stuff you like

  • depression is well known for making people uncapable of doing all the things they once were passionate about. i know. however, you have to keep in mind that you’re now starting a new phase, the getting better phase, now that you’ve been taking medicine and seeing the doctor. in time, maybe the day you start taking medicine or maybe not so early, you’ll return to do what gives you pleasure
  • make sure that your hobby doesn’t feel like an obligation and happens spontaneously 
  • maybe you don’t have a hobby, a hobby that feels like the stereotypical ones, like drawing, singing or playing tennis, and that’s alright: find something you do without any blame and stick to it 

studying for exams

  • this can be a great oportunity for you to try new studying methods. depression injuries your academic productivity, and by the end of the semester the only you wish is your school year to be over; then all you want is your notes to be efective
  • there are tons of study tips for your here on tumblr. don’t be afraid of trying a new note taking system or doing those vocabulary things that are so popular here
  • i know it doesn’t feel like the correct time for experimenting; you have to make it to the next year and shouldn’t get too excited planning what you’re gonna do, and then end up in a mess bigger than before. i have this thoughts frequently. but, during my last exams seasion, i was just so tired!!! i didn’t read every book, didn’t take revision notes that covered up everything in detail, but what i did felt effective
  • trust me, neither you nor these people on studyblr community can study everything to their 100%, even if they are mentally healthy. that’s impossible, so don’t push yourself too hard

receiving exams results

  • well, you can probably guess that this is about receiving bad results. good grades need no preparation for, in contrast to bad ones… erm, but we have to cover them up: your effort may not work. you may fail some subjects. it is a possibility, and it doesn’t mean that you should’ve done more or that it’s just a big picture that represents how you were never able to develop studying skills – sorry! i have these thoughts
  • you can always work on prevention. prevention from failing and prevention from feeling completely helpless if you do

letting your school know

  • you should consider letting your school teachers and headmaster know about your condition. this way, they’ll get to understand your lack of motivation and the occurrent classes that you’ve been skipping or simply away from
  • you can also get the chance to take tests at home or separately from the others, if that’s how you wish to

getting a legal absence

  • you can get a legal absence from school, if you understand that you’ll feel better at home. i decided it was the best for me to do and had my parents, doctors and school supporting my decision. if this is something that often cross your mind, make sure you have thought it through, then you’ll have to deal with all the bureaucracy, but hopefully it won’t take too long

final considerations

keeping a journal

  • the day i started taking medicine, i decided i would start a journal to monitor my feelings and simply write down moments or things i’d like to remember later on. both my psychologist and psychiatrist supported my idea. maybe you could enjoy doing so, or going for the things i did well today challenge

treating yourself

  • it can be a hobby. we all know how life is busy. if you just can find an hour when you can enjoy your body lotions, do some skin care or simply wash your hair, then lucky you are
  • though depression can depravate your want to do some of the self caring, you could find a way to reanimate these habits, when you do it only in order to take care of your well-being

starting a studyblr, studygram or a studytube

hobbies during bad days

  • i’m so glad i’ve got my hobbies to use them in my favour! they can feel pretty productive when i can’t function to the productivity patterns. my psychiatrist recommended me not to pin them to my weekly activities, so i wouldn’t have to worry about them. maybe this strategy suits you as well

i believe this is pretty much everything for now. ahhhh please let me know if any of this sounds helpful and thank you very much for reading!!! 

wishing you the very best on earth!!!

Sloth (M)

Deadly Sin: Sluggishness of the mind which neglects to begin good… [it] is evil in its effect, if it so oppresses man as to draw him away entirely from good deeds.

Pairing: Demon! Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Demon au!

Warnings: riding, overstimulation, (slight) degradation, oral (giving), sadism, masochism

Notes: For my halloween collaboration with bulletproofwhalien ! Gif isn’t mine! 2k Words

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BTS Scenario | Daddy Dom

A/N: Hi guys! It’s Admin Sunshine, thank you for supporting me. I’ll be re-posting my reactions & scenarios on my blog.

PS: All of my reactions/scenarios and fictions will be fixed and there will be new things added in.

Aftercare is not included.

Not requested.

Warnings: Smut


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The Point II

Originally posted by silversunsandgoldenmoons

Billy Hargrove x Reader

I cannot believe the outpouring of love for this story. I got so many messages and replies DEMANDING that I post another part to this. Thank you to everyone who sends in their feedback. Every bit is appreciated!

PART I


Y/N stormed out of the boys bathroom, her face red with anger. She heard another shout and slam come from inside, no doubt Billy hit something else. Y/N wiped at her eyes and rushed down the hall with no intention of returning to class. She turned a corner sharply and ran into someone.

“Whoa,” Hands held her shoulders to steady her. She kept her head down and tried to bypass the person. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Steve” Y/N’s voice cracked in the middle of his name.

“You’re crying, Y/N,”

“I said I’m fine! Get out of here before he smashes your face in too,”

Harrington!” Billy’s voice boomed down the hall. He had murder written all over his face when he saw Steve’s hands on Y/N. “You’re dead!” Billy pointed to Steve with blood dripping off his hand.

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