everything is moving right

Notes for a young character designer

Dear E. 

Thanks for your email.

I don’t work at Cartoon Network any more. But I’m going to give you a very quick portfolio review in hopes that you find it helpful! Here are some things I noticed when looking at your stuff - lessons I learned from brilliant people while working on AT for two years: 

 1) AVOID SYMMETRY. Humans are organic, randomly shaped animals. Perfect symmetry rarely exists in nature and if it does, it’s conspicuous - it’s the exception rather than the rule. Find interesting ways to throw your characters off-balance. 

Don’t repeat objects in twos - (buttons or rips or whatever) - it feels prescribed - cluster things in threes or fives if necessary. 

 2) AVOID CONCAVITY - I don’t know what else to call this. But it’s those lines that go “in” rather than “out”. You are using inward sloping lines to describe many of your characters. As an exercise, try using outward, rounded, voluminous lines to draw EVERYTHING. Humans are fleshy lumps connected together by other fleshy lumps. Each mass is either in front of or behind other masses and as a designer, it’s your job to tell the animator where it is. As a designer, you are providing a technical blueprint for the location of masses. 

Only occasionally allow a concavity to connect two convexities. Look at the work of Robert Ryan Cory (spongebob), Tom Herpich (Adventure Time) or Phil Rynda (AT / Gravity Falls) - master character designers - for examples of this. If you need to, trace a couple of their drawings and you will see what I mean. 

 3) AVOID GRAPHIC DETAILS - Some shows use a graphic style; it’s very appealing and looks clever when done right. But in animation, everything needs to move in space - so if you use a graphic element - it needs to correspond with an actual 3D thing that can move. Therefore it is better to start with a voluminous style and then revert to graphic elements where appropriate. Art directors will look for this. Do not jump straight to graphic representation if you do not yet know what you are representing.

Look at the work of Tiffany Ford and Jasmin Lai for amazing examples of volume expressed graphically.

 4) STUDY JAMES MCMULLEN - To truly understand volume, and fully respect your subject, you should read very carefully High Focus Figure Drawing by James McMullen. Slow down and think about drawing “around” your subjects. It’s a truly meditative experience when you get there. Think about the weight and mass that your characters, props and effects are experiencing. Many students from SVA - Tomer Hanuka, Becky Cloonan, Rebecca Sugar, James Jean - studied under McMullen’s philosophy and you can see this common richness in their work. 

Jeffrey Smith, a top student of McMullen’s now teaches life drawing at Art Center. These are two of the best illustration schools in North America - anyone who is interested in drawing living things, should probably read his book. Also look at the work of Andy Ristaino or Danny Hynes - two other character designers’ whose work is seething with volume. 

I hope this is useful and I hope you have a wonderful career. 

Warmest,

Matt

There’s only ever been one person I’ve looked at and thought … “I could quite easily spend the entire rest of my life with that man”.


And sooner or later I need to accept that he’s spending it with somebody else.

—  Ranata Suzuki
“JUNHUI SENT A VIDEO” ੭ JUNHUI

Contains :  bestfriend!junhui, SMUT !  

Group : SEVENTEEN

Member : Jun/Wen Junhui

Words : + 2,8k

Summary : Junhui was a cocky guy, that was for sure, but you never thought that he was that cocky, as you glare at your phone screen, a shaky finger pressing on the imagine of his smooth torso, his hand wrapped around his cock.

Originally posted by indigyu

A/N : For all my babies suffering from the lack of seventeen smut, there you go ! + I’m writing this now instead of after my exams because I was revising and my friend sent me the video of Jun dancing to Who and yeah I couldn’t.
+ someone told me it was similar to other smuts and yes it is, I red other writings with the same plot so this smut is inspired by them


[11:06] you : jun, leave me alone

A sigh left your lips as you placed your phone beside you, trying to focus on the papers all over your desk. Fingertips rubbing your temples, you closed your eyes, trying to remember the things you were reading a few moments before. You hated it, you hated having to learn things by heart, just to recite everything like a robot in front of a teacher, as if it would prove that you were intelligent or something.

On top of that, your best friend was texting you non stop. You were already a pretty distracted person, but with him making your phone buzz every minute, it was even worst. He was a year above you, and didn’t have to pass any exams. His school year was over, and he was celebrating it tonight, in a party thrown by someone from his class.

But apparently, the party wasn’t that amazing, since it seemed like he wasn’t leaving his phone to go grind on some girl.

 [11:07] junhui : talk to meeeee :(
[11:07] you : omg jun why are you like this, leave me alone
[11:08] junhui : its boring without you :(

A laugh escaped your lips, he was probably at least a bit tipsy. See, Jun was your best friend, but you both had this thing were you acted like you hated each other. But when alcohol was running in his system, Jun was the first to spill his feelings, and it was always so rewarding to see his face the day after when you red him his drunk texts.

[11:08] you : you know i have my last test soon
[11:08] you : are you already drunk ? its not even midnight omg
[11:09] junhui : no shit i fucking know you have a test
[11:09] junhui : i cant believe you left me like that

You rolled your eyes at his text, before typing. Yeah, you could understand him. You two were ready to leave, because you were supposed to go with him, but you decided to stay at the last minute, quickly leaving your tight dress for your large pyjama shirt.
Jun had tried to convince you to go with him, after all, the test was only in a week, but you didn’t want to waste time partying while you could use this time to work.

[11:10] you : dont be like this, you know its an important test
[11:10] you : go dance or something, we’ll have all summer to party together
[11:11] junhui : i dont want to dance :( :( :(
[11:11] you : yOU’RE SO ANNOYING JUGNDHGU
[11:11] you : im gonna study byyye

For a moment, the boy stopped texting you, and you thought that maybe he was finally dancing and having some fun. Going back to your notes, you tried to memorize everything, repeating the important points to yourself.
A tired smile stretched your lips when you finally got everything right, moving to the next text. Rolling your eyes, you groaned, seeing how long the plan you had to memorize was, and how depressing the text was, talking about how Humans were damned no matter what.

You took a deep breath, sitting comfortably before starting reading every point, then, your phone buzzed again.

[11:25] junhui : hi
[11:26] junhui : answer me
[11:27] junhui : y/n
[11:27] junhui : :(
[11:28] junhui : i wont stop until you answer
[11:29] junhui : thats the worst party ive ever seen
[11:30] junhui : and i cant even leave because mingyu is the one driving
[11:30] junhui : plus im kind of drunk
[11:30] junhui : wow i cant believe you did this to me
[11:31] you : omg wen junhui ill kill you

You sighed, he wasn’t going to leave you alone, you had to navigate between answering him and revising, rolling your eyes, maybe going to the party was a better idea.

[11:31] junhui : i like when you call me by my full name thats hot
[11:31] you : wtf you have weird kinks
[11:32] junhui : wow cant believe my best friend is shaming me for my kinks !
[11:33] you : find mingyu, maybe he will drive you home
[11:33] junhui : nah i saw him going upstairs with some random girl
[11:34] you : gross
[11:34] junhui : i cant believe u did this to me
[11:35] you : omfg junhui how many times are you going to say that ?
[11:35] junhui : until you apologize ???
[11:36] you : fuck you this exam is more important than an obviously shitty party

You breathed, all your focus now on the coversation with your best friend. He would distract you anyway, and you wouldn’t be able to get any work done, so what was the point. Giving a last look at the pile of paper, you moved from your desk to your bed, trying to find a decently cold spot.

[11:37] junhui : ohmy god your test is in a fucking week
[11:38] you : fuck its just a party why are you getting mad about it ?
[11:38] junhui : because
[11:39] you : you’re a child
[11:39] junhui : whatever
[11:40] you : omg

You growned, dropping your phone on your side, your arm resting on your eyes. He didn’t respond, and it was for the best, when Jun was drunk, he could either be super whiny for nothing, or super angry for nothing, and you would rather stop talking to him for the night than have a conversation with an angry stubborn guy.

The summer night was growing hotter, your shirt starting to stick to your body. Tugging at it to let some air hit your skin, you thought for a moment that Jun finally gave up, maybe finding someone to drive him home.

[11:55] junhui : im in the bathroom
[11:57] you : k
[11:57] junhui : i have a boner
[11:58] you : dID I ASK

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, drunk Jun could be either way super whiny, super angry or super horny, yeah you forgot about that.
See, another thing in your friendship was how comfortable both of you were when it came to sex. Junhui was already super comfortable talking about it, and so, you grew more and more confident talking about it with him. That was one of the few things you were grateful for.

[11:59] you : go get some girl to grind on i’m studying

You lied, hoping and praying god that you couldn’t have to deal with a drunk and horny Junhui.
A few moments passed, and again, you thought that he was out of the bathroom dancing on some girl, because you knew that a lot of them were willing to do it. It wasn’t news that Junhui was pretty popular, his delicate features and sweet voice were enough for a lot of girls, but he also had amazing hands, and those thighs, god, the result of years of dancing.
In addition to all of this, the way his hips moved was sinful. You remember seeing him dancing to one the songs he made with his friends, his hips moving slowly, his hand resting on his thigh, so close to his crotch.

Yeah, these were one of these days where you asked yourself, how the fuck do I even contain myself. 

After moving his hips, you remember his eyes finding yours before he started body rolling, his shoulders broad, toned stomach moving.
And it wasn’t all, the choregraphy continued again until his hands made contact with the floor, supporting himself as he fucking grinded on the floor, powerful thrusts over the floor, and you cursed under your breath.

You couldn’t admit it to yourself, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how his body moved, and you blamed it on sexual frustration, yeah that was it.

But more and more, your breath strated inching everytime he got closer, or when his hands got too adventurous, because he also wasn’t helping it.
But soon, you convinced yourself that you couldn’t think about your best friend in such ways, it was weird. You were making it weird at least.

[00:05] junhui : sent a video

Your thoughts got cut by the sound of your phone, your hand grabbing it before tracing your password, and your fucking mind went blank.

Your eyes stayed glued to your screen, blinking a few times, before checking again the name of the contact, yeah that was Jun.
Your troath was dry, and you tried to swallow the built of saliva.

The thumbnail was enough to leave you breathless, and even more sweaty.

Fuck, what was that for ?

You unconsciously licked your lips, your eyes fixed on the image.

Jun’s was sitting in what looked like a bathroom, his black jeans tugged to the middle of his muscular thighs, his black shirt riding up, revealing a parcel of his skin. His hand was wrapped around his cock, tip already red, several rings hugging his fingers. You couldn’t see his face, the image cut to his sweaty neck, but you could understand that his head was thrown back.

You cursed under your breath, a shaky finger pressing on the message, the image filling your screen before starting.
And it started right away, the boy’s hand slowly pumping up and down, his thumb stopping to collect the drop of precum. Touching his sensitive head, you heard a hiss, your mouth falling agape, waiting for more, and it stopped.

Your eyes widen, still locked on the screen, before catching the small three dots on your phone.

[00:06] junhui : fuck, im so hard
[00:06] junhui : help me

You looked up from your screen, as if someone would suddently appear at the end of your bed to help you in this situation.
Your heart was pounding, what the fuck were you supposed to do ? He sent it like it was the most normal thing to do.

And fuck, you wanted to run away from your phone and hide, but on the other hand, your eyes were still glued to the small picture, your mind replaying the faint hiss.

[00:07] junhui : y/n
[00:08] you : you can’t send things like that omg
[00:08] junhui : omfg its okay youre my best friend
[00:08] junhui : just help me
[00:08] junhui : please

“Best friends”, was that a common thing to send nudes to your best friend ? You took a deep breath, before typing again, what the fuck were you getting yourself into.

[00:09] you : what the fuck do you want me to do
[00:09] you : you have a fucking boner its not my fault youre a horny fuck
[00:10] junhui : sent a vocal

You rolled your eyes, taking your headphones before playing the audio, and your heart sank. It started with a clear, deep moan, you could hear that he was trying to stay quiet, before muffling it, the sound of his hand moving in the background was faint, and he started talking. God, his voice was raspy, low, breathless, “What do you mean it’s not your fault ? I have a fucking boner because of you, fuck- That dress looked so good on you.”

Your breath grew uneven, catching your lip between your teeth. A breathy moan fell from his lips, probably picturing you in the dress you were wearing earlier, “And fuck- d-did you really have to start taking it off in front of me ?” You couldn’t help but smile as you remembered taking the straps off in front of him, letting him see a bit of your bra, but you couldn’t imagine that it had such and effect on him.

“God, please, send something, a picture, anything, I don’t care.”, he moaned, before ending the audio. You eyes widen, a picture ? Fuck, you wanted to continue whatever was going on, feeling the familiar discomfort between your legs but you really didn’t know how to take it.

Eventually, you moved your phone, stretching your arm above your head, opening the camera. Your moved to lay on your back, bending your knee up as your other hand tugged your shirt upwards, enough to show the right of your bra and your panties.

It was the exact same bra that Jun saw as you took your dress off earlier, the lacy black bra un panties hugging your body. You quickly took the picture, cutting it after your lips, your lower lip rosy after biting it, and you sent it.

[00:14] you : sent a picture

Biting your lip, you waited for his responce.

[00:15] junhui : fuck, you look so good
[00:16] junhui : sent a video

And this time, you didn’t hesitate to open the video, your breath stopping. Fuck, if he was touching himself while looking at a picture of you, you could to that too, right ? Your hand traveled down your stomach, letting your finger press on your clit, a gasp leaving your lips.
Keeping your eyes open, you watched as the video opened on your phone, Jun’s hand moving faster this time, and holy shit, he looked so big.
His tip was red, a groan coming from his chest as he moved the phone and,

“Oh my god.”, you cursed under your breath as you took your panties off, your digit spreading your wetness. You gasped as Jun moved the phone so you were able to fully see his hand pumping his cock and his face, and god, he look amazing.

His lower lip between his teeth, looking straight at his camera through the locks of his back hair. His mouth suddently fell open with a silent moan as his head fell backwards, letting you see his Adam’s Apple bobbing and the video ended.

Fuck, you were keeping those videos, for scientific reasons.

[00:18] junhui : are you touching yourself ?

Your finger started rubbing your clit, trying your best to reply, but you didn’t even know how, so you took another picture. Quickly opening the camera, you took another one in the same position, your hand clearly visible in the shot.

[00:18] you : sent a picture
[00:19] junhui : i knew it
[00:19] junhui : fuck, i wish you were here

And then, out of nowhere, your phone rang.

You didn’t hesitate long before you accepted the call, placing your phone on your pillow beside your head.

“Y/N.”, he breathed as your finger started to work faster.

“Jun.”, you wanted your voice to be as quiet as his, but it came out in a moan.

“Fuck, why did you have to stay home.”, he gasped, breathless.

“Why did you have to go to this party.”, you replied.

“Whatever, be fucking prepared when I come home.”, a broken moan fell from his lips as you cursed under your breath, your imagination running wild. You allowed a finger to enter your heat, your digit easily sliding in. You moaned, your other hand gripping your sheet.

“God, I couldn’t stop thinking about you in that dress.”, the sound of skin clapping grew quicker as he continued, “I wish I could feel your lips around me.”, he gasped, before continuing, “You’re going to let me fuck your mouth when I come home, won’t you ?”

You moaned, his words hitting your core, but he wasn’t having it, his cocky self coming back. “Words.”

You opened your mouth, breathing heavely before answering, “Yes.”

“Yeah.”, and he laughed out of pleasure, the sound ringing in your ears, adding another finger.

“I’ll make you feel so good.”, he purred, a long moan tumbling from his lips. “You’re touching yourself, right babygirl ? Fuck yourself with your fingers, curl them, imagine my fingers instand of yours.”, he rasped, clearly reaching his climax as he was finding it hard to talk.

And you did, curling your fingers and moving faster, picturing your best friend between your legs, your hips bucking against your hand.
Your moans grew higher, more and more frequent as you moved your hips.

“Are you gonna cum ?”, he asked, breathless, groaning as he tried to wait for you.

“Jun.”, you moaned, unable to give him an answer, feeling the knot in your stomach ready to explode.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside you.”, he cooed, a broken moan filling your ears. “Come for me.”

And that’s all you needed, moaned, your back arching, a clear layer of sweat near your collarbones. Collapsing, you tried to catch your breath, closing your eyes, trying to focus on what was going on on the other side.

A series of curse words mixed with your name tumbled from his lips, before he came on a long moan, gasping every now and then.

“Fuck, fuck.”, he cursed, trying to process everything, before letting a long sigh.

Both of you stayed silent for a moment, before Jun moved the phone, before speaking in a breathless voice.

“Wait for me, I’ll be here soon.”

A thieving roommate and a "haunted" Xbox.

Warning:Long, but totally worth it!

During freshman year of college I roomed with my cousin and our friend Dan. The three of us happened to be quite the marijuana enthusiasts and enjoyed smoking…a lot. As great a luxury cannabis is, it wasn’t cheap, especially to three college kids. So naturally, when we wanted to smoke together we’d all chip in an equal sized nug so no one ended up getting short-changed and to obviously save a little cash here and there. As time went on, Dan began to run out of money due to his constant smoking. No money=no weed. So what went from rolling a spliffs everyday suddenly became smashing bowls and scraping resin off the shards of glass and mixing it with tobacco to get high. In our very small and cramped room, I had a mason jar filled with a baggie of my weed hidden in a spot that NO ONE (I thought) knew about. After class one day, I wanted to sit back and enjoy a smoke when I pulled my stash out of the hiding spot to find that the weed was missing. Instantly, I knew Dan did the dirty deed. My cousin wasn’t struggling too bad financially at the time so it couldn’t have been him. But before I pointed any fingers, I decided to wait it out and be 100% positive.

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More Than One Night

Originally posted by fiftyshadesofbangtan7

pairing: yoongi x reader x jungkook

words: 23,707

genre: angst, smut, college au, fuck boy au

warnings: dirty talk, lots of sex, oral sex 


a/n: this is not how i usually write. so it’s jumbled, and it’s super long i’m sorry. basically ..think about it as a huge imagines

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Namjoon; 

*smugly smirks, letting a faint chuckle as you drag him in* 
“You know if you wanted to come here, you could’ve told me a long time ago, babygirl.”
*playfully smacks your ass as the two of you walk around, browsing all the different things they had* 
“I actually am really tempted to buy a lot of this stuff, now- god I should’ve brought my card with me.” 

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jungkook; 

*shyly grins while his eyes fall on this hog-tying restraint set*
“Y/n, I’m gonna get this-” 
*pulls it down from the shelf as waves it in front of you- giving you a cheeky wink* 
“I need to try this on you tonight, princess.”

Originally posted by missbaptan

Taehyung; 

“Ahhh, Jagi really?” 
*blushes as you pull him into the store, but immediately gets over it- taking interest in nearly everything* 
“You know, we should buy a ball gag- you’re really loud, I swear the neighbors are gonna call the cops one day.” 
*giggles as you lightly smack his arm* 

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Jimin; 

*gives you this cheeky grin as the two of you walk over to the bdsm section of things* 
“Babygirl, you know everything we buy I’ll want to test on you tonight, right?” 
*moves behind you as you nod, his hands caressing your curves before giving your butt an enticing little squeeze* 
“I bet you’ll love every minute of being tied up and at my disposal, huh?” 

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Hoseok; 

*chuckles as the two of you walk into the store* 
“I swear you’re something else, princess” 
*strays away from you, heading over to the restraints hanging from the wall*
*buys a few things without telling you what they are* 

You; “Come on just tell me, babe.”

*shakes his head, giggling* 
‘Not uh, you’ll just have to wait til later.” 

Originally posted by jaayhope

Jin; 

*pretends to be flustered, covering his eyes the instant he sees the dildos on the other side of the shop* 
“Y/n, why would you bring me here I’m a child of God- I’m too pure for this.” 

You; *rolls your eyes* “Oh shut up, last night you fucked my face until I couldn’t breathe, shall I go on?” 

*smirks as he remembers how badly he wrecked you* 
“No, no need- I remember, especially when I fucked you til your eyes rolled back.” 

Originally posted by koiyomi

Yoongi; 

*nearly unfazed as he follows you around the store, inspecting the different items* 
“Mhmmm, I think I want to buy one of these and some rope.” 
*shows you a spider gag (a gag meant to keep you from shutting your mouth) with a cheeky look on his face*
“I wanna face fuck you tonight, maybe this will help prevent you from stopping me.” 

Originally posted by kpoptrashandproud

Youtuber Whispers |Jack Maynard|

Summary -  Can you do an imagine where Jack proposes to the reader whilst doing a youtuber whispers with the rest of the guys?

Word Count - 1,787

Warnings - N/A


“Right, so you guys know the plan?” Jack asked, letting out a deep sigh.

Joe rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yes, you’ve told us a million times what we’re doing Jack, will you just calm down?”

Jack glared at Joe and shook his head. “When you get a girlfriend, and you’re planning to do this, if I tell you to calm down do you actually think it’s going to work?”

Joe stayed quiet for a few seconds before nodding. “Okay, point taken.”

Jack chuckled quietly to himself and sat down on the sofa next to Joe and Oli.

“Are you nervous?” Caspar asked, looking up from his phone.

“Shitting myself to be honest.” Jack chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. The nerves were showing to be honest and Jack knew that his friends knew him well enough to know that there was no point of him trying to hide how nervous he was.

“What if she says no?” Mikey asked, looking over at Jack as Josh nudged him hard in the ribs.

“What was that for?” Mikey whined, rubbing his side.

“Y/N isn’t going to say no Jack, just ignore Mikey. What does he know about relationships anyway?” Caspar chuckled, smiling encouragingly at Jack whose mind was now wondering about Mikey’s question.

What if the answer was no? How would Jack even react? What would he say, and how embarrassing would that be infront of all of his friends, and his brother?

Jack tried his very hardest to push that thought to the back of his mind but it stayed where it was, stuck in the front of his mind as if it was a grey cloud on a sunny day.

“Anyway,” Joe started, knowing that what Mikey had said was starting to bug Jack. “Should we start getting the camera and lights set up before Y/N gets here?”

Jack simply nodded and said nothing, standing up as Josh started to move the table in the middle of the room, to the side of the room against the wall so they would have more room.

Jack and Conor didn’t exactly have a box room as a living room, but they obviously needed a bit more space when there were 8 people filming in one room.

Jack moved a few things around, mainly picking up Conor’s clothes that he had left around the room while Joe was kind enough to set his camera up.

“When is Y/N getting here then?” Caspar asked Jack, snapping him out of his daydream.

“Conor has just gone to pick her up from the station.” Jack smiled half heartedly.

Mikey’s comment was still pestering Jack, and it wasn’t the fact that Mikey had said it. It was just about if he was right, what if the answer was no?

Shaking his head, once again Jack tried to shove the thought out of his mind and focus on the question in mind.

“Right, I’ve set everything up. Just gotta move one more thing out of the room.” Joe informed everyone, looking straight at Jack.

“What’s that?” Jack asked, slightly confused as he glanced around the living room.

He had moved all of Conor’s clothes and all of the open, but unfinished, water bottles were hidden out of sight.

“Him.” Joe chuckled, nodding over to Mikey.

Looking at Mikey for the first time since his question, Jack noticed he had a guilty expression on his face.

“Hey come on mate.” Jack chuckled, knowing that he shouldn’t have taken Mikey’s comment to heart. “Don’t worry about it.”

Mikey smiled uncertainly but nodded as the door opened, and in walked you and Conor.

“Hey.” Jack grinned, virtually skipping over to you and picking you up in his arms.

Conor rolled his eyes as he placed your bag down on the floor but chuckled quietly to himself as he noticed the tiny square box in the back pocket of Jack’s jeans.

“Hey you.” You smiled, kissing Jack gently as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Come on guys.” Joe chuckled, shaking his head as he looked over at you both.

“He’s just jealous because he’s still single.” Jack whispered in your ear, moving his hand from your waist and taking your hand in his.

“I heard that.” Joe rolled his eyes as he sat on the sofa next to Caspar.

Taking your place next to Jack, you smiled as Conor, Josh, Mikey and Oli sat infront of you all on the floor.

Who would actually buy a sofa big enough for 8 people though?

One Jack had checked that the camera was actually recording and the audio was working, he explained the rules to everyone. However, this took quite a few attempts as Caspar kept interrupting him and it confused Mikey a little bit.

Everyone left the room except two people, those two being Jack and Conor.

Conor put on a pair of headphones that were currently blasting a Calvin Harris song and Jack chuckled to himself.

Earlier in the week, he had gone onto twitter and told his followers that he was doing a youtuber whispers game and to send weird ones in.

“Rumour has it, that Jack Maynard is the most talented out of the two brothers!” Jack shouted, feeling a bit stupid as he felt as if he was speaking to himself.

Calling Oli back into the room, Conor shouted to him once Oli had put on a pair of headphones as well.

“Rumour has it, neither of the Maynard brothers have any talent!” Conor shouted to his friend as Oli glanced at the camera with a blank expression on his face.

Conor sat next to Oli and they all repeated it back to each other, until Jack asked Joe to repeat what he had heard as Joe was the last one to receive the message.

“I heard that Jack Maynard is jealous because his brother is more talented.” Joe chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah that sounds about right to be fair.” Conor laughed, teasing his brother.

Jack chuckled to himself and passed you a set of headphones. “Put these on a second babe.”

You quickly put them on and started nodding your head along to the song that Jack had chosen even though you had no idea what it was.

“Right, the next one is gonna be the one when I ask her so everyone just has to say ‘Y/N, Jack wants to know if you’ll marry him.’ Okay?” Jack told everyone, glancing over at you as you sat there completely oblivious to what he was telling everyone.

The other boys nodded and put a pair of headphones on for show, but they didn’t see the point of playing any music through them.

Jack would edit the bit out of the video where he told the boys what to say later on. A proposal half way through a video would be a shock for his subscribers as well.

Each of them pretended to pass the message along until you were last in the queue and everyone but Joe and you had taken your headphones off.

Jack sat at the other end of the sofa, his heart rate increasing with every passing second as he gripped his laptop in his hands as they started to clam up.

“Y/N, Jack wants to know if you’ll marry him?!” Joe shouted, practically deafening himself with how loud he needed his voce to be so that you could hopefully hear him though the music blaring through the headphones.

Jack put his thumb up to signal that it was fine for you to take the headphones off.

Sliding the headphones off, you put them on the sofa and looked at Joe confused.

“You’re absolute shit at this game.” You chuckled; shaking your head as Joe playfully shoved your arm.

“What was the message you heard babe?” Jack asked with a smile on his face as he tried to hide his nerves.

Jack felt his face heating up as the anxiety was eating away at his insides, that tiny little box was now digging into his backside.

“I heard 'Jack wants to know if I’ll play a game with him’. I don’t think that’s right though.” You chuckled to yourself, not even taking any notice of the heat that had risen to Jack’s face.

“Let me do it again.” Joe laughed; passing the headphones back to you and Joe very quickly turned the volume down on your phone slightly so you could hear him a little better.

All of the boys had their eyes fixed on you as Jack put his laptop on the floor infront of him as the table was still over the other side of the room.

“Y/N, Jack wants to know if you’ll marry him!” Joe shouted, just as loudly as before as a ringing started in his ears.

You looked over at Jack who now had the box hidden in his fist so you still couldn’t see it.

You took the headphones off once again and kept your eyes on Jack, your heart rate picking up instantly as your throat went dry.

“I heard 'Y/N, Jack wants to know if you’ll marry him’.”

All eyes now converted from you to Jack as the entire room fell silent. Even Caspar was silent for a change.

“Well?” Jack asked, his knees shaking as he stood up and walked over to you.

You stared up at him, not quite bringing yourself to stand up incase you ended up on Oli who was still sat on the floor.

“Are you serious or is this Joe playing one of his pranks on me again?” You asked, your voice quiet and your eyes wide.

“I am deadly serious.” Jack chuckled, his voice shaking with nerves as he got down on one knee infront of you, opening his fist to show the tiny black box that he flipped open.

The silence was killing Jack, as well as the others until you finally opened your mouth and said that one little word that made Jack’s heart swell with happiness.

“Yes.”

Jack grinned as he slid the ring onto your finger on your left hand and quickly stood up, picking you up from the sofa and lifting you off the floor as the boys stood up and cheered loudly.

Crashing his lips against yours, the grin still spread across Jack’s face as tears brimmed your eyes.

“That’s a new way to propose I guess.” You giggled as you loose wrapped your legs around Jack’s waist.

“Well you know me, I like to be different.” Jack smirked proudly to himself as he leant his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes.

This was very true, and you wouldn’t have your fiancé any other way.

The Only Exception (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,523

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)

A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Originally posted by kittyseb

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anonymous asked:

Isn't this kind of the end of the road... like he's stuck with syco. This is his life

i feel like you guys dont know what ‘LETS WAIT AND SEE’ means… sorry but i feel like this is TOTALLY different to the way things were during 1D. dont you trust that louis wouldve bargained SOMETHING to make his situation better? i just… i dont know. i refuse to be stuck in this negative hole for the rest of the days because things are actually changing, we are getting what we wanted for louis and my god imagine how louis feels now… hes getting his website and his photoshoot and hes getting all this stuff we KNOW he deserves., like everything is moving forward… i cant help but feel positive right now. i know some people are all doom and gloom about syco but please… everyone was doom and gloom about harry and columbia until we realised it was a distribution deal… everyone was doom and gloom about the TWO times het harry was pushed throughout his entire promo campaign until he rocks up with a pride pin and releases songs about louis… everyone is SO stoked that louis’ solo career is moving forward… cant we just ride this wave for a bit until we know more? can we please for the love of god just be happy for once?

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Clexa Appreciation Week
Day 7: Clarke as Princess of the Seven Kingdoms & Lexa as a Dothraki Khaleesi
(Part of THIS universe)

[AO3] & [FFN]

Dothraki Sea, 497 AC

Before this, Clarke muses as she sits atop Nerys, she had never left Westeros. As a matter of fact, despite her political role as the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, she has hardly been anywhere at all. She grew up in Dragonstone, and rarely left the castle—except for the rare occasions when she had managed to escape her guard—and then when she got older, she was shuffled off to court in King’s Landing.

Now, she has flown across the Narrow Sea with only Nerys, her dragon, a crudely drawn map of where to go, and some vague instructions of what to do when she arrives. Ahead, in the distance, she spots the landmark she has been searching for: the Horse Gate. Even farther, Clarke can spot Vaes Dothrak, the only city in the Dothraki Sea.

Clarke had been told, in the early morning hours before her departure, that her best chance would be to head for Vaes Dothrak and find a Khalasar within the city to help her, rather than searching the vast plains.

She commands Nerys to fly toward the city, but not directly to it—she doesn’t want to frighten these people with her dragon, after all. And, once Nerys is settled, Clarke continues on foot to the entrance to Vaes Dothrak.

Within the city, Clarke is struck by just how different everything is here. Nothing looks familiar, and everyone is staring at her. (That part isn’t all that different.)

“Someone looks lost,” a mounted rider says derisively as she passes. She speaks in Clarke's language.

Clarke tries to stand as tall and brave as she can. She wants to appear assured. “I need to speak with a Kahl. It is important.”

“Important enough for you to come all this way?”

She nods. The Dothraki girl can’t possibly know who she is exactly, but she can probably guess where she came from. It isn’t as if Clarke made any attempt to disguise this fact.

“Well, then,” the Dothraki girl replies, clearly bemused, “come this way.” She gestures toward her left, and Clarke follows the rider and her horse. Eyes continue to follow her all the way, but she is used to being watched by now, and pays them all no mind.

The rider stops abruptly in front of a tent. “We can talk in there,” the rider says.

“We?” Clarke asks, confused. “I said I wanted to talk with a—” she tries to explain but suddenly understands. Her eyes widen, and Clarke hopes she didn’t offend.

The Kahlessi seems amused. She raises an eyebrow at Clarke’s flustered face. “Come,” she beckons.

Hesitantly, Clarke follows, prepared to lay out her plea.

-x-

Weeks later, Clarke leans on the war table, maps of Westeros spread out before her. She isn’t planning a war, however, she is planning to stop one.

“You spend too much time in here,” a soft voice rings out from the door.

Clarke smiles at the teasing tone. “And you spend so little,” she replies, with a little censure in her voice. There is a part of her that revels in this power—that she can speak to the Kahlessi in this way, that she is allowed. But, also, that she has such immeasurable control over her own life, for the first time in as long as she can remember.

Lexa walks around the table and touches her arm. Clarke turns to face her.

“I know this is important to you, but you should rest, Clarke. Looking over these maps is not going to help you when it really matters. Plans don’t last very long in battle; what you need is a sharp mind.”

“I don’t want this to become a war,” Clarke whispers, turning away from Lexa and facing the maps once more. Lexa often speaks of the plan in such a way that it seems she doesn’t believe Clarke’s vision is achievable. “If I can bring a show of force large enough that the dissenters will know there is a great risk to their plans, I can get them to back off.”

If she can free her mother from the royal mess she’s made of the Kingdoms, they may come out of this with all seven Kingdoms in tact. “I just need to make sure that I have everything right.”

Lexa steps closer and stands behind her, placing her hands on Clarke’s hips and holds her close.  “You’re doing what I did when I first took command of the Kahlasar, but tiring yourself with questions already asked and answered is a waste of energy. We have carefully made these plans, and looked at every angle. If this has any chance of succeeding, you have surely found it.”

Clarke feels Lexa’s hands move up and over her stomach, slowly caressing her through her dress. “The Narrow Sea is still a moons’ ride away. You should rest up before we make the trip. Everything will move faster than. Right now you have too much time to think.

Clarke sighs. “You’re right,” she admits. “I know you’re right. I just….” She doesn’t know what to say, or how to put her fears into words.

Lexa nibbles on her ear. “I know, but go to your tent and rest. I’ll be in shortly. We can relax together.”

Clarke smiles. That’s a plan she can get behind.

What moving is like for those who haven’t

On this glorious day of April 25, 2017 we learned some kind-of-but-not surprising news from our beloved British Friends. 

And I’ve realized that a lot of people are emotional (as am I) due to these events, but fear not friends. Moving is not as dramatic and drastic as it may seem for those who have never moved house before. 

I have moved nearly 6 times in my life, and I’m about to move again (in the infamous May how ironic) and I can not be any more excited about it. But anyway for those lost in the dust of despair and imagination;

Here are the 6 steps that are involved when you’re moving:

Step 1: Looking
I imagine our friends Dan and Phil were on this step for a long time.  Probably for at least a year or so. The Looking consists of tabbed websites looking at possible new house recommendations. Maybe even a few fantasy ones like “how would it be if we were to move to LA or Tokyo?” It’s when you’re constantly watching Home Improvement and Property shows gaining ideas and even opinions. You get into the habit of “I wish I could have this but I can’t because I have no room” You find yourself walking through model homes on a whim and even planning appointments with realtors and investigating your interior design knowledge. This is probably the most anticipated phase of them all before actually deciding on whether you’re going to take the challenge and move house. 

Step 2: Planning
AKA, the most stressful. When the wallet comes out and the bank stubs are studied and your requirements are heavily evaluated. It’s when you’re not-actually-an-adult-but-you-actually-are comes into play. Remember when Dan and Phil had mentioned they were seeing an accountant? I firmly believe now that they were in the Planning stage. Although they could be ranking in that dough™ financially planning to move is stressful. Down payments, security deposits, what kind of upgrades are needed, it’s all fun and games until money comes into the game and you have to revolve around the anxiety of “Do I have enough money to buy this extravagant meal because I am moving in two months” kind of ordeal. It’s not a sigh of relief until you sign your name onto that deed with the landlord that YOU’RE IN. YOU GOT A HOUSE, A NEW HOME TO COME HOME TO CONGRATULATIONS ALL THAT HARD WORK AND WORRYING HAS PAID OFF.

Step 3: Packing
The most nostalgic and depressing time of them all. When the boxes come out and start clearing the shelves you reevaluate your life and in the meanings you’ve lived in. You find things you haven’t seen in years, such as old journals, notes, pictures, important dates from months back, etc. And with Dan’s case of dropping things behind other things, this must have happened to him A LOT. It’s when you argue over which dishes you should keep or throw away. Which towels to get rid of, how many clothes you’re donating, do we really need to keep that ugly looking picture from ages ago? Are we ever going to use that bloody mixer we got as a gift? The emotional and spiritual cleansing of things you heavily think out as “will I need this in a month or can I pack it away?” The walls become bare and the air closes in tight as your home does not feel like home anymore but simply just a house; with blank walls and memories packed away in boxes. 

Step 4: Moving
Or the physical stuff that is. When I have moved, we have moved lighter things such as clothes, night stands, food, tvs, mirrors, trinkets, things that are not currently being used by absolute necessities, usually a week before Moving Day. I picture Dan and Phil either renting a car to help with the travel of lighter things or the help of a friend with a roomy vehicle to shovel all their crap into. Slowly making it easier to just finally get into the house already.
Then comes MOVING DAY. Where all the big heavy stuff is lifted into a van, poorly wrapped, and expecting something to break in the time allotted in the duration of the move. It’s the last big push to moving into the new place and it slightly feels warmer knowing that all your stuff is in a foreign land. It’s comforting. 

Step 5: Playing
When the final sweep of the old place is done, all cleaned up and washed to pristine, the keys are handed in and you have to make a new habit on which route to take to the new place. It’s when you figure out which light switch does what, where to put the paintings and house plants, if the bed looks better on this wall or that wall. When all the clothes are neatly and perfectly folded and hung up in an aesthetic way you know won’t last for a month. It’s putting the dishes into the cupboard and thinking is it ideal to put them on the second or third shelf. It’s the “you can fit like 3 bodies into this closet!” When playing around the new place you get so excited by the thought of home you never truly want to leave it. Building new furniture and exploring the new aura it brings. It’s very exciting.

Step 6: Living
Finally, your new house becomes home. Where you finally feel safe at night because the best things about your old place came with you. It doesn’t matter which walls the memories were in it’s the fact that they’re kept. It’s a new chapter to life and a fresh clean slate. This stage appears usually a few days or weeks after the big move. When you’re finally comfortable in the new place and excited to have friends over for the first time. When you finally love it more than you thought you would.

Dan and Phil are very lucky and I wish them the best of new success in the new place. For those heart broken over The London Apartment, don’t be! Because they’re taking us with them. They didn’t have to make a big broad video about moving but they did. We only get to see from the perspective they want to show us which is their living accommodations, and the fact that they shared so much within that video is truly something. 
I’m excited for them as well as whenever they plan on doing an official tour of the new house. 

It’s just a new chapter in everyone’s life. 

I am making a solemn promise that when I’m 117 years old and on my deathbed, my very last words will be “I’m still not over the colossal joke that was Donald Trump’s presidency.”

Earned it (E.D smut)

Not originally what i planned to post, but hope y’all enjoy anyway!! Thank you for 1k!

Inspiration from the song ‘Earned it’ By The Weeknd (Not strictly based off of it, quite loosely honestly.)

Word Count:1.2k

@scuteedolans @lane-switch-dolan 

Warnings: Smut,Swearing 



The night was ending, well I should say we, my boyfriend of two years Ethan and I, haven’t done anything extraordinary just watched a few movies on our couch, consisting of 22 jumpstreet, Baby Driver, and now 50 shades of Grey, which I was surprised Ethan would want to watch honestly.

I was honestly quite bored from the movie, but Ethan seemed to be quite entertained as he watched the storyline play out.

“Baby, come sit on my lap, i’m lonely..” Ethan whined.

“E, i’m two feet away from you!”

“Please.. for me!” He pleaded using his puppy dog eyes.

Groaning, I removed myself from the comfortable spot on the sofa I had previously resided and sat on my oh so needy boyfriend’s lap.

“You look gorgeous tonight y/n.” Ethan whispered against the shell of my ear, pressing himself against my back firmly ,wrapping his arms around my waist in the process of doing so, as he placed his head in the crook of my neck.

“Ethan, i’m in my sweats I look like a mess.”

“I’m serious baby.. even in a room full of a million people, hell a billion wouldn’t even compare to your beauty, I only see you.” Ethan spoke, causing me to blush heavily. 

“Woah E, where did all of the mushy shit come from, are you that horny from the movie?” I questioned.

“It’s always here baby, i’m a mushy guy. Well, when it comes to you that is.” He grinned. Wanting to see the beautiful boy I called mine’s, features, I turned myself around now face to face with him, our lips centimeters apart, without any hesitation my lips captured his plump ones, passionately intertwining as they were puzzle pieces, meant to be.

The kiss heated with every second, soon his large gorgeous hands trailed their way along my waist, and my hands were currently lost in his beautiful wavy brown hair, which I tugged every so often to release a small groan from his angelic lips.

“Maybe we should take this show to the bedroom?” Ethan asked, while still attacking my lips, with his.

“Yes please.” I responded, causing Ethan to pick me up bridal style, which caused me to shriek lightly as the sudden movement was unexpected.

“That was cute baby.” Ethan giggled slightly as he neared our shared bedroom.  Once he opened the door, some how. He placed me gently onto our king sized bed, hovering atop of my body, as he lightly ground his crotch against mine, causing me to moan out lightly.

“E, do something, touch me, something!” I practically pleaded as I know craved his touch more than ever before, he casted his spell on me, and i was now enchanted by the man that is Ethan Dolan.

“Just wait right here princess, I need to grab a couple of things to make this night more than rememberable, wait for me yeah?” Ethan whispered softly against my lips, leaving me on the edge of the bed, panting from the intense make out session, that ended a mere few seconds ago.

“Of course I’ll wait for you baby, just don’t take too long please!” I called out as Ethan wandered off out of my sight.

As I waited for him to return, I figured why not shed my clothes, to kick start things a little faster, since everything is moving agonizingly slow, and I don’t want slow, at least not right now, I just want Ethan/

Minutes have passed by, and I’m starting to wonder, where the hell did Ethan go? Paris? He’s been gone for centuries and the desire for him increases each second he’s away.

“Miss me gorgeous?” Ethan asked as he neared the bed, startling me slightly as I was focused on my train of thought, which happened to be a first class ticket to Ethanville.

“Where were you? You took forever E.”

“Well.. I paid a little attention to the movie, and figured why not try a few things out, Mr.Dolan style.”

“I’m not calling you Mr.Dolan.” I giggled out.

“Fine, it’d be hot though. But, I do have a few treats in mind for you Mrs.Y/n.” He smirked aloud.

“Oh and what is that.. Mr.Dolan?” I nearly laughed as I questioned.

“Stop laughing this is supposed to be hot! Ethan argued.

He soon neared me, revealing a few objects residing in the pam of his hand, which consisted of a belt, which peaked my interest quite frankly, but didn’t surprise me. Ethan was quite experimental, we’ve done more intense things than restraints, or spanking, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the hell out of it. That’s something I loved about Ethan, you could never predict his next move, and I’ve always hated when the moments expected, but with E I don’t have to worry about that, everything is new, and enticing with him, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

“Hands up princess.” Ethan demanded as he looped the belt around my wrists, and propped them behind the bedpost, leaving me now fully exposed to him.

“E, I think you’re wearing too much.” I said, as he was nearing the edge of the bed now.

“I think I’ll keep it that way for a while y/n, I have much more, delicious things to focus on.” He smirked, as he stared at my naked body.

“So gorgeous, and all for me.” Ethan moaned, as he crawled up, near my breasts, leaving small kisses along them. The small kisses turned into deep passionate kisses, as he sucked harshly at my left nipple, while massaging my right with his thumb and forefinger.

“Fuck Ethan” I moaned out pulling at my restraints lightly, causing him to chuckle lightly.

Ethan then moved his large frame down my torso, leaving wet, hard kisses on my stomach, trailing down to where I needed him most.

Once he reached my core, he grazed his tongue slightly against my clit, causing me to pull back on the belt.

“Tsk,tsk, I’ve barely touched you gorgeous, and you’re already soaked, who made you this wet baby?” 


“You did Ethan.”


“Who’s Ethan gorgeous.”


“You made me this wet.. Mr.Dolan” I groaned, as he shoved his tongue into my heat, licking and nibbling at a slow pace, driving me insane!

Ethan continued to eat me out, but switched it up, when he removed his magical lips from my core, and replaced them with his long, thick fingers now placing his plump lips on my clit, sucking at it lightly as he entered two long fingers.

All, I wanted to do was pull at his hair, and scratch at his toned muscular back, but these damn restraints prohibit that, but I can barely hold onto my high any longer, and I wanted him inside of me, as I came.

“E, I want to cum while you’re inside of me.” I nearly demanded, I just wanted him inside of me.

“You’re wish is my command beauty.” Ethan spoke in a nearly teasing demeanor. He trailed off to our bedside table, and grabbed a condom, then removed his hoodie that had been on for far too long,his sweats and boxers coming off soon after, exposing his rock hard length as it slapped against his toned abs.

Then, Ethan paces his hands above my head, placing them near where mine were tied up, and slowly circled his tip around my entrance, causing me to moan loudly. 

Then without a warning, he slammed into me deeply, full of passion, and starts to pick his pace up, barely letting me adjust to his thickness.

“Fuck, E you’re so fucking big.” I moaned as he slammed his length into my heat.

“And You’re tight as hell y/n.” Ethan grunted, bringing his magical fingers to my clit, rubbing it harshly as he pounded into my core deeply.

The only noises that could be heard in the house were slapping skin, and groans, and moans.

Ethan placed a light kiss on my head, while continuing to toy with my clit, as he thrusted, i could tell he was close.

“Cum with me princess” Ethan yelled aloud, as he massaged my clit harder, bringing me to the edge.

“Fuck, Ethan!” I called out, as he sloppily thrusted in, deeply for the last time, before bringing the both of us to our intense highs, which reigned down on me like a freight train, sending me into cloud nine.

A few sloppy thrusts later, to ride out our highs, Ethan removed my restraints and trailed off into the bathroom to clean himself up a bit, soon coming back to my side minutes later.

“That was amazing Ethan, thank you.” I said, smiling against his bare, sweaty chest, recovering from my euphoric state.

“Don’t thank me y/n, you deserved it, you always do baby.” 

“Stop being cheesy Dolan.” I giggled, burying my head into his chest once more.

A thieving roommate and a "haunted" Xbox

Warning:Long, but totally worth it!

During freshman year of college I roomed with my cousin and our friend Dan. The three of us happened to be quite the marijuana enthusiasts and enjoyed smoking…a lot. As great a luxury cannabis is, it wasn’t cheap, especially to three college kids. So naturally, when we wanted to smoke together we’d all chip in an equal sized nug so no one ended up getting short-changed and to obviously save a little cash here and there. As time went on, Dan began to run out of money due to his constant smoking. No money=no weed. So what went from rolling a spliffs everyday suddenly became smashing  bowls and scraping resin off the shards of glass and mixing it with tobacco to get high. In our very small and cramped room, I had a mason jar filled with a baggie of my weed hidden in a spot that NO ONE (I thought) knew about. After class one day, I wanted to sit back and enjoy a smoke when I pulled my stash out of the hiding spot to find that the weed was missing. Instantly, I knew Dan did the dirty deed. My cousin wasn’t struggling too bad financially at the time so it couldn’t have been him. But before I pointed any fingers, I decided to wait it out and be 100% positive.

When Dan came back after class, I noticed he was more nervous than usual and didn’t make eye contact with me when we were shooting the shit . Red flag 1. Per usual, he’d throw his jacket on the floor, like he did with any other piece of clothing, and started to make ramen noodles. While he was busy, I slowly lifted the jacket with my foot to reveal the top of a baggy with a few nugs poking out of the inside pocket. Red flag 2. I’m not a big fan of thieves, so I decided to get my revenge on Dan in a very petty way. Just to let you all know, Dan is a very gullible human being and tends to believe anything, even if it’s a little far fetched…

One day, my roommates and I planned on having a Netflix night with a bunch of our friends later on in the week. Me being me, saw this as an excellent opportunity to do something devilish, but “What devilish thing should I do?” At the time, there was an Iphone app called Xbox Smartglass that had just come out (I think). Basically, one would log in their Xbox Live account information, connect their phone to the Xbox, and control basic things like direction (think directional pad) and clicking the “A” or “B” buttons.

With this newfound information, I knew exactly what I was going to do, but had to bank on doing it right.

The Netflix night comes and all 10 of us are outside finishing up a spliff before we head back in. I, however, excused myself early to go to the “bathroom”. During this time, I quickly went inside my room, turned my Xbox on, connected my phone to Smartglass, and left it on my bed (it would disconnect if you were too far away). A few moments pass and we are all jam-packed into the room. Dan and I had bunk beds on the right side of the room. He had the top bunk and I had the bottom. My cousin, Gucci, had his own bed on the left side of the room. Everyone else was squeezed in the middle. What’s perfect about my position is that I could conceal my phone very well with no one being the wiser.

Dan had the controller and began sifting through possible movies to watch. I started off with clicking to the right, left, up, and down every so often making it appear that Dan was fucking around with the controller.

“Yo Rivy, I think your controller is busted.” said Dan.

I obviously told him it wasn’t and that he’s scrolling through everything too fast.

So I continued to fuck around more and more until I started moving everything faster and faster. Naturally people were like, “Dan! Stop being a dick!” He responded by letting go of the controller to show that it wasn’t him and everything was indeed moving on it’s own. Everyone was confused. This being the right moment, I stopped for a few seconds….then slowly shifted down to the “Horror” section, scrolled to the right until I saw the movie conveniently titled “Hell” and clicked on it.

Everyone screamed and hollered. Dan jumped out of his bunk, nearly crashing into everyone, and ripped the plug right out of the  Xbox. As he turned back, I could see the look of true fear in his eyes. Everyone was scared shitless and the commotion caught the attention of the RA. It was painfully hard trying not to laugh during this whole ordeal.

Our room was the talk for the entire week. Dan was going around telling everyone, “Yo man, our Xbox is fucking haunted/possessed…”

From friends, to classmates, RA’s and even the hall janitor, Dan told EVERYONE. He was so infatuated and scared, I decided to keep going with it. It got so crazy that Dan, and I swear to God I’m not lying, would talk directly to the Xbox as if it was a person. He’d ask it questions like “Who are you?” “Are you a kind spirit?” “Can you communicate through other forms of technology?”

This was absolute gold.

Before you know it, I started communicating with Dan by typing on the keyboard for Xbox live messaging. I got more daring and wrote words like:

“Dan”….”Death”….”Car”…”Demon”…”Hell”.

I also wrote places he would be that day, clothes he was wearing, people he knew, etc.

He was too busy freaking out that he never took a moment to logically think about the whole situation. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine pranking someone this bad….especially with an inanimate object. I do want to note that my cousin found out about my prank/revenge due to the fact that he saw “Smartglass Connected” pop up on the Xbox dashboard. I told him everything and he promised not interfere and encouraged me to continue on :).

One day after class, I walked into my room to find Dan sitting upright on his bunk staring into space. I asked him what’s up and he went on about how scared he was and how he believed someone was hacking the Xbox and sending him threatening messages. He also believed that whoever was doing it was also hacking the webcam too (lol). Dan went on and on and even considered calling the cops (yikes).  Realizing how out of hand this was getting, I stopped fucking with him for a little while.

Overall, I kept my vengeful prank a secret for a few months before I finally told him. He was livid at me and firmly believed someone….or something was out to get him. But he did admit to stealing my weed and soon paid me back. A word to the wise, never steal from someone, you never know what appliance will become possessed and haunt you ;)

TL;DR: College roommate stole weed from me. I got my revenge by making him believe our Xbox was haunted.

Originally posted by artsenix

Guess who’s back! 8D

After two long lovely restful weeks I’m back. And things are looking up! I’m so relieved today after news we’ve received I keep almost crying haha. Hence not being around for the last day or two when I actually got back very early Monday morning.

I see some very lovely messages in my inbox that I will be getting to tonight and some chats to get to too ^o^ So I promise nothing has been ignored, I just wasn’t here for a while and then what with waiting for today’s news I wasn’t really up for talking, that’s all. But the news was OK so we shall be OK! x

Anyway, I am here again ^.^ If anyone wants to ask/send me things tonight feel free 8D Who knows what I’ve missed over the last few weeks!

Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Receiving Gifts

You stared at the small box in your hands. It contained a necklace. Not a fancy, expensive one or anything (after all, Jonathan could only do so much), but a nice one nonetheless. It was the fourth gift you had received from him in the last month and while you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart, the box felt heavy in your hands. And it wasn’t because the necklace itself was heavy.

Jonathan Byers was very inexperienced in the realm of dating. Apparently not every girl in the small town of Hawkins was hot for a lanky, shy introvert whose hands were practically glued to his camera. So when you waltzed into his life and eventually into his heart, he wasn’t sure how to take it.

Do most people like holding hands? Is something supposed to happen on movie dates? What about kissing on the first date, was that alright?

As much as these questions plagued Jonathan, he lived in fear of how much embarrassment he thought he’d be plagued by if he asked you any of these. You weren’t necessarily someone who got around, but between the two of you, two official boyfriends and one crush that went nowhere was comparatively far more experienced, even if you never went beyond a simple make-out session with either of them. You therefore found yourself less upset and more amused when you later learned that he turned to Nancy for advice. The end result?

“Well, people like to get gifts,” Nancy shrugged. “I’d say maybe start the first date off with a bouquet or something – nothing major, y’know?” She then quickly added, “It helps if it’s something from the heart, though.”

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