free to know the rules

🚨 The internet needs you 🚨

You’re up again, Tumblr. 

Back in 2015 you demanded that the FCC adopt strict net neutrality rules and establish a free and open internet. And you won

That should’ve been the end of it. But apparently not.

The new head of the FCC wants to undo the net neutrality protections you fought so hard for.

His proposed changes open the door to your web traffic being slowed down, or even blocked altogether. You could be forced to pay extra to use your favorite apps. You could even be prevented from getting news from the sources you trust.

Title II protects consumers and democracy by ensuring all voices can be heard.

You know the drill. Here’s what to do:

The FCC is taking comments from the public, and is making it as simple as possible for you to make your voice heard.

Go there now 👉 ✌️

You’ll just need to provide a name, an address, and then say a little bit about why rolling back Title II protections is a bad idea. If you’re not quite sure what to write, here’s something to get you started:

I’m writing to urge you to keep our Open Internet rules based on Title II in place. Without them, we could lose the internet as we know it.

The proposed changes to FCC rules would allow fast lanes for sites that pay, and force everyone else into slow lanes. We’ve already seen access to streaming services like Netflix, popular games like League of Legends, and communication platforms like FaceTime slowed down, or even blocked. Conditions like this hurt businesses large and small, and penalize the users who patronize them. 

The changes also open the door to unfair taxes on internet users, and could also make it harder for blogs, nonprofits, artists, and others who can’t pay up to have their voices heard.

Please leave the existing net neutrality rules based on Title II in place.

Thank you!

If you need more ammo, feel free to quote these experts from our net neutrality Issue Time. TechCrunch and Battle for the Net also have some good starters.

Everyone is counting on everyone else here. Do your part and tell the FCC to keep a free and open internet under Title II. 

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: Manners make the man do terrible things. Know when to tell the guy to fuck off.

Taurus: Life is not about momentum or speed it is about rhythm. Bad days are just off-beat, know you’ll find it soon enough. Contract boogie fever.

Gemini: Gear up for tomorrow, you’ll need a backpack full of the shit you use to get things done. 

Cancer: Be afraid be very very afraid, but never let it paralyze you. You’ve got things to do and people to confuse. 

Leo: Nostalgia is a poison, growth is the antidote. Ambien works too.

Virgo: The stars drew a picture of you! It is an excellent picture. Sadly it is hard to describe. Lovely gills you have.

Libra: In the long run you define success. In the meantime, a motherfuckers gotta eat, grab the bat and get in the car.

Scorpio: Turns out you get to shoulder tackle one person consequence free every lifetime. Use it wisely.

Ophiuchus: Collect something small so it wont bother any future roommates.

Sagittarius: Your eye for details can be a curse, some things were meant to go unnoticed. Keep silent.

Capricorn: If somewhere feels magic, it probably is. Trust your gut, it kept you safe this long.

Aquarius: Once you know the rules and when to break them you get to mix and match as you see fit. This is called a personality.

Pisces: Know when to keep the connection with you. Oftentimes the sun can be a better companion than any human.

5 Tips For Clogging Your Drain To Keep Whatever Is Trying To Come Up Out Of It At Bay

When you’ve got something trying to claw its way out of your drain, sometimes it can be too expensive to pay someone to clog your sink for you. Try out some of these tips instead!

1. Only use red hair to clog your drain: The last thing you want to hear while you’re trying to brush your teeth in the morning is the sound of long talons incessantly tapping at the inside of your drain pipes, longing to escape from your walls so it can insert its eggs into your cat like a spider wasp. One simple solution to push back the abomination that keeps trying to pull itself up out of your drain is to go ahead and shove some red hair down your sink, but make sure you ONLY use red. The clump will naturally act as a barrier, and the growling thing down there seems to be afraid of red hair, while black hair does nothing, and blond hair gives it strength.

2. Yell down your sink for the beast to leave you alone: Sometimes the best way to clog your drain is with your voice. The unknowable nightmare in your sink may not understand English, but if you get your face right into your sink and sternly shout phrases like “I don’t like it when you live in my drain!” or “Please stop rattling the pipes when you reach your sexual climax in my plumbing!” it will understand from the tone of your voice that you are not playing around, which will hopefully lead it to shrink back to whatever hell it spawned from.

3. Try sacrificing a plumber into your sink: It’s hard to think about anything else when the beast under your sink keeps reaching its hand up to steal your toothbrush off the top of the sink then scurrying back down the drain. One easy solution is to invite a plumber over, slit their throat, and let their blood gush out into your sink. The little drain-dweller will hopefully take the blood of a plumber as a peace offering, and will realize that you are not an enemy but a follower. Upon that realization, maybe, it’ll respect you enough to stay on its own turf. This tip is extra-effective if your plumber is also an ordained priest.

4. Don’t shove any electronics down there because whatever’s down there has the intelligence to figure out how it works: You might think that throwing something down your drain that’s a little more durable, like earphones or even an old cell phone, would clog up your sink so bad that you wouldn’t hear another banshee howl from whatever the fuck is down there. But, this crawling gag reflex is not stupid. If you drop any kind of electronic down your drain, the creature in your sink will undergo the process of evolution so rapidly, it will develop inventions humankind could never fathom and use those to free itself from your sink and threaten life as we know it. So putting electronic devices down there: a big no-no!

5. Know when it’s time to just give up and move: Sometimes you can try as hard as you can, you can follow all the rules, but at the end of the day, the unquenchable thing in your sink ends up winning. There’s no shame in accepting defeat, packing up your things, and leaving your place. Hopefully, you won’t have the same problem in the next place you live!

Cey’s Summer Fun Event: Sanrio Amiibo Card Pack Giveaway

Okay ladies and gents, boys and girls, the Summer Fun Event continues, and this time it’s even bigger than the treasure hunts! These guys are sold out everywhere, what a pain to get them! But they’ve arrived! It’s finally time.

Time for Cey to give away one super wildly-coveted, unopened pack of Sanrio Amiibo Cards – that’s the entire officially-licensed English 6 pack, with all 6 villagers! There is one card each for Rilla, Chai, Etoile, Chelsea, Toby, and Marty. Yep! I’m giving the entire pack away! For free!

But before you get too excited, I need you to slow down and read the rules to make sure you are eligible to enter this giveaway. Please read this entire post.

To enter this giveaway and qualify as a winner:

You must be a US or Canadian resident with a registered address. Sorry, I’m not shipping these internationally. These packs are NOT sold anywhere in the US or Canada. I am in the US. No PO boxes. No exceptions.
You must be able to give me your address / receive mail from a stranger. If you are under 18, I need to know you have permission from your parents to give me your address and to receive mail from me if you win.
You must be following me. I paid for these cards, so this gift is for my followers. New followers are welcome! But please only follow if you are interested in following me long-term. (I post original content, it’s worth it.) If you follow me from your main blog, put your main blog’s name in your tags when you re-blog!
Like and / or re-blog to enter. Two entries maximum per person. You may re-blog as many times as you like, but only your first like and your first re-blog count as ticket entries for the raffle.
Entries will be open from August 1st - August 31st, 2017. That’s one month! Only entries within this timeframe will be accepted; all other entries will be ignored.
Once I draw a winner, I will message the user to ensure they are still an active user (and I will also check to make sure they are following me), and if I do not receive a response, I will simply re-draw the winner until a viable one has been chosen. I also reserve the right to disqualify entries if necessary, for any reason.
Winner will be announced sometime around the first week of September. This will give me time to confirm the winner is active, get their address, so forth and so on.

Unopened pack is in-hand and shown below:

Good luck everyone! (ノ❀✧ヮ✧)ノ*:・゚✧


So I’ve seen people asking/looking for places to practice verb conjugation, and while there are sites that will give you the conjugations for a verb, there hasn’t been any practice sheets I’ve seen like for other languages.

So in an effort to do something a bit worthwhile while procrastinating, I decided to try my hand at making one for Korean!

I tried to include the major tenses learned in level 1-2, with some of the most common connective suffixes too. Below the suffixes is noun modifiers, which is how you create adjective form verbs. I also included a little place for you to take any notes. (It should be noted my * and - note on either example sheet are actually rules to remember.)

But anyway, I hope people can find these useful! Feel free to share, but please do credit me (my url is at the top of the sheet) If there’s any questions or things you think I missed please let me know~ The sheet (both colored and white) and the two examples, can be found here (I’ll also add it to my masterlist)

Dear Voltron Multishippers

Thanks to Season 3, we now have a Shiro for each Paladin! No more ship wars, just Shiro being loved and getting to love the rest of team equally.

Now all we need to do is decide which Shiro gets to be with which Paladin. I’ll give us some examples, but feel free to change it up.

Original Shiro with Keith

Keith called dibs the second he showed up in Episode 1. You can’t fight dibs.

Next up we got: Sven with Lance

He took a bullet for Lance. If that’s not shipping material, I don’t know what is.

My next suggestion is: Hunk and Kuron

This man has suffered enough, let’s give him a boyfriend who’ll make sure he eats three meals a day and get plenty of rest.

And finally: Pidge and Kuro

These two would be the ultimate power couple who took the universe back from Zarkon and Haggar only to rule it themselves.

There, my work is done.

Now, someone else come up with the ship names, please? I’ve only managed to think of shitty ones like Pidro and Huron.

I'll never get this obsession some people have with making every godamn pairing as fluffy and sweet as a marshmallow cloud.

Words like “problematic” or “unhealthy” or even “abusive” being thrown around like popcorn everytime a ship dares to step out the lines of your neat little box of acceptable fiction. And it is fine that you say all of these things, really. For most of the time they are absolutely correct. But the problem is that all this words come covered with accusatory tones and allegations that just make no sense, meant to hurt and shame the people making and consuming the entertaining piece that was made. Be it fanart, fanfic, headcanons or even just expressing their love for a ship. I just want to know at what moment did we start equating artistic freedom with “being an apologist”. And who decided which things are and are not okay to be written/drawn/spoken about? Art doesn’t follow your rules. Art follows NOBODY’S rules, and that’s what is great about it. And as far as I’m concerned nobody died and made you people “the supreme judges​ of all art forms in the world”. Art is free and inexcusable. Fantasy is what makes us free. No regulation, no rules, no dictatorship. You can make a utopia in there, or a post-war decaying world, you can make a surrealistic adventure or just write about your everyday person, you can make clouds heavy and rocks weightless and it breaks my heart everytime I see someone trying to dictate what someone can and cannot put their artistic effort into. If it’s problematic, if it’s terrible, ugly, harmful, devastating, unacceptable. Let it be. The fantasy world is where it belongs, it’s where it SHOULD be. Cause when it gets to this side, when it stops being a dream (or a nightmare) and turns into reality THEN it causes real damage. A painting​ of a gun is just a painting. The bullet from the gun that is pointed at your head when you walk at 3 AM in a dangerous neighbourhood and that will make a hole in your skull, that, that is the real danger. The painting didn’t cause the violence, the violence caused the painting. And we bring this to our fantasies, cause in there we can simulate. We can try to understand. We can deconstruct and construct again. We can look it from all the angles and perspectives we are denied in reality. And to deny fantasy’s ugliness is to deny reality’s nature. You don’t live in a perfect world, I know you’d like to, but you don’t. You can cover your eyes, you can cover your ears and cover your mouth. But the evil will be always there. And it will make it’s way to fantasy, cause fantasy is fabricated out of reality. Always was and always will be. And if you think you’re somewhat eradicating it by throwing all this insults and accusations at people that DO understand the distinction and the connection between these two worlds, you’re most likely just creating even more evil. Censorship is the real evil. Fantasy is not good, but it’s not evil either. It’s just what it is. So maybe you should take a deep breath and step down of your pedestal and take a look at the world. It is not perfect, but it makes fantasy perfect by being so.

FUCKING SHIT I just went into the girls’ bathroom on my floor in my dorm and a VERY GENDER-CONFORMING MALE was pissing in one of the toilets WITH THE DOOR WIDE FUCKING OPEN. And so I looked away and I was like “Hey, you know this is the girls’ bathroom, right?” and he just responds with “Well, the RA said to use the bathroom you’re most comfortable with, so…” and the thing is, that is literally what she said in her email, and I’m just really pissed off because that isn’t what she meant (in fact, she said to “use the bathroom that is most comfortable for you, not what is most convenient”) but it really is so broad that any dude could claim that he’s “most comfortable” in the women’s bathroom and not face any repercussions and it’s just infuriating because it literally is what she said and I deadass didn’t know how to respond 

And it’s just so infuriating because males have free reign to basically go wherever they want and do whatever they want. Do you know how badly I wish I could walk around campus in the middle of the night with earbuds in and not be afraid? Do you know how badly I wish I could go to parties and not be constantly vigilant of my drink to make sure I don’t get drugged and raped? 

Does my comfort not matter? If the rule is “use whatever bathroom you’re most comfortable with” and every bathroom has men in it, can any of us feel comfortable in any bathrooms?

It’s just… we fought so hard for Title IX. Feminists spent YEARS fighting for women to be protected on campus and now trans activists are taking them away in the name of progress and I just… I’m sick of this. I’m sick of being told I’m a bigot for wanting to feel safe. I’m sick of the daily hateful messages people send me, telling me to kill myself, threatening to rape and kill me because I have the audacity to want basic legal protections. And I’m so fucking sick of this being done in the name of progress and liberal “feminists” eating that shit up.

anonymous asked:

hi mom! can you please do the apartment!au for shinee?

me back at it again with the shinee aus when will i stop


  • when someone asks him if he has kids onew is always like ,,,,,,, do i really look that old,,,,,,, and the person is like oh no!! i was just asking?? and onew has to excuse himself and sit in his apartment quietly for the next four hours lamenting over how he’s become a Dad without having any actual kids
  • calls over jonghyun to help him see if he’s got any grey hairs growing
  • tried to keep plants for a while but they all died and sat on his windowsill for a month before he remembered to throw them out
  • is pretty indifferent to how his apartment actually looks and he gets scolded by key because “hyung,,,,,your bed sheets are hot pink and your rug is mustard yellow and your pillows are zebra stripes this place is a Hot Mess”
  • onew’s most well known for being really really good at saving up money. like ,,,,,, he knows all the grocery stores that are having sales on eggs like a month in advance. the old ladies love him
  • he’s always got coupons in his wallet and coupons pinned to his fridge like you won’t catch onew paying those extra 75 cents for milk no sirie
  • and you’ve been wondering for the past couple of weeks,,,,,,where the hell your sunday coupons have been going. someone always delivers a flyer of a bunch of them over the weekend but you haven’t gotten any???? and it’s so weird
  • but one day as you’re leaving early to get some laundry done you open your door and there’s your neighbor onew,,,,,,in his hands,,,,,,,,your coupon flyer
  • and you’re like “THIEF”
  • and onew is like “wAIT ,,,,, I CAN EXPLAIN”
  • and you’re like “four weeks of coupons. you owe me FOUR. WEEKS. OF. COUPONS.”
  • and onew is like,,,,,,,,,fine ill give you all the coupons i have right now to make up for it and you’re like pfft how much is that like five??
  • but he legitamtely pulls out a wad of coupons that looks like a wad of cash and you’re like holy shit there’s like fifty in here and onew is like “im the King of getting thos Good Deals”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god but also you’re interested,,,,,like how does one become the king of good deals
  • and onew is like “it all begins with a zen body and a zen soul,,,,,and then you think about how money rules everything and if you can get bread ten cents cheaper today that ten cents can save you tomorrow”
  • and you’re looking at him like woah,,,,,,,,,,,,,why am i so attracted to you right now
  • and onew is like “oh it’s because im also handsome” and you’re like good point
  • and he’s like “ill take you out sometime when i get enough coupons to get us two free dinners at the kfc down the street”


  • you know those neighbors who decorate their door for every holiday even if they don’t celebrate that holiday. that’s jonghyun. 
  • like jonghyun you’re not irish why is your door covered in green banners and glitter and pots of gold and a life size cutout of a leprechaun,,,,,,,st.patricks day isn’t even that popular in korea
  • but also like jonghyun is really hard not to like because he’s got a glowing personality that’s so upbeat and open minded ,,,,,,,well then there’s probably some Sad Salty people who wouldn’t like it
  • but you know,,,,,, he’s cute if he sees the grandma’s outside practicing their morning yoga he’s like “doing great ladies~” and he like ruffles kids hair or gives them snacks that he’s bring back home
  • like he’s a cheerful guy and his apartment is obviously that of a laidback person because he’s got blankets like everywhere and half-eaten bowls of cereal on the floor next to magazines thrown haphazardly here and there
  • but like if anyone has any complaints he’s like “hey, my kitchen has a vase with a flower in it that isn’t dead. that’s all the aesthetic i need”
  • mostly he uses his bedroom as a practice studio and sometimes he gets too loud but if anything people like his voice too much to tell him to stop
  • and you know jonghyun because of a tiny little,,,,,,,,,,,ok very big,,,,,feud you’ve both had going on when it comes to new years decorations
  • like every year you see jonghyun go all out and finally you were like, you know what, i wanna do that too
  • and so you ended up buying a wreath slightly bigger than his and getting lights on your door and jonghyun,,,,,,,,,,,well jonghyun decided this was a battle now
  • and so every time new year comes around everyone is like whoose door is gonna be prettier yours or jonghyuns???? 
  • and this year jonghyun even paid onew fifty bucks to stand infront of his door dressed as a snowman for added Effect
  • but you know onew so all it took was some food and onew betrayed jonghyun in a heartbeat and jonghyun,,,,,well jonghyun ends up pounding on your door and he’s like “that’s against the rules you can’t BRIBE my decorations,,,,”
  • and you’re like “there are no rules jonghyun also did you just call onew a ‘decoration’??” and jonghyun is like NOT THE POINT why are you trying so hard to beat me
  • and you’re like im not,,,,,,i jsut want a pretty door and he’s like HEY don’t play innocent and you’re like hmm,,,,idk what you’re talking about,,,,,,
  • and jonghyun is like “you took away my snowman, now i can take something of yours away!” and he reaches out to take off your wreath but then he’s like “wait. is this made of mistletoe?”
  • and you’re like “yeah wh- oh wait” and jonghyun’s hand is already lifting and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,we’re under the mistletoe wreath,,,,,,” and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but we’re enemies”
  • and jonghyun is like “in the end you’re the cutest neighbor ive ever head and we can keep being enemies but like why not kiss and see where that takes us?”
  • and you’re like oh my god how did he transition from being pissed at me to flirting with me so naturally
  • but you’re like you know,,,,whatever jonghyun IS pretty cute himself so you lean up and jonghyun uses his free hand to cup your cheek
  • and when you pull back you’re like “so? we’re still enemies?”
  • and jonghyun is like “well,,,,,,,,,how about this you give me another kiss and i take this wreath and we’ll call it even. maybe we’ll even call it,,,,, are you free this weekend for a date?” 


  • put his dogs names up next to his on his nameplate outside his apartment 
  • more pet furniture than people furniture,,,,,,closet bigger than my hopes and dreams,,,,,,a stock of different wines in the refrigerator as well as an assortment of cheeses and grapes
  • is the only member of his group to have actually purchased wine glasses to drink wine. onew drinks it out of a mug, jonghyun broke all his glasses, minho drinks from the bottle and taemin is banned from wine. and anything that isn’t really lite beer
  • everyone who owns a dog in the building admires key because holy moly,,,,,he keeps them so well cleaned and they’re so well mannered and key is like “Yes, these are my Children”
  • a really good neighbor because for the most part he just locks himself in his room and watches dramas while shit talking them over the phone with friends
  • and when he does have people over it’s like,,,,,it’s never loud or crazy they all just sit in a circle and discuss the Drama while looking at fashion magazines or doing face masks like how,,,,,,ideal
  • speaking of Drama key lives for the building drama like omg what did miss kim do with the other miss kim’s husband last weekend WOAH do tell
  • you know key because out of everyone on your floor you,,,,,literally have never gotten into a fight with anyone or started anything and key is just like ,,,,,,,whenever he sees you he’s like how can a person be so lowkey 
  • and key is sure you’re hiding something so one afternoon you hear a knock on your door and there’s key,,,,,,,,holding a bottle of what you presume is like champagne and he’s like “we haven’t properly got to know each other so i came over to offer you a drink ^^” and you’re like o,,,oh sure come in
  • and key is like looking around and you’re like oh no is he judging me??? but in reality he’s just trying to see if there’s anything weird about you or like,,,,,,,,if there’s anything that gives away a secret
  • but you moved in only a couple of months ago so you haven’t done much with decorating
  • and you like take the bottle of champagne but you can’t open it no matter how hard you try and key chuckles because,,,,how cute and opens it with like a flick of his wrist
  • and you two sit,,,,,,at first in awkward silence as key swivels the glass around in his hand and you’re taking nervous sips trying to think of small talk
  • and key finally is like “tell me the truth: you’re actually a royal in hiding?” and you’re like fhljsasfd what???? and key sits back and is like “there has to be something about you,,,,,,,,something about you that you want no one to know since you have become close to anyone else out of your neighbors”
  • and you’re like????? i mean not really im just a busy ,,,,,,person???/
  • and key is like hmmmmm and you’re like “i,,,,,uh,,,,,,really hated this recent drama” and key perks up and is like “oh - why?” and i guess you just get super heated about this drama
  • because you end up talking for a while about how bad the plot is and how the actors could have been put in another better work and key is like “fINALLY, someone unDERSTANDS ME”
  • and you two both just go off about how you hated the main antagonist and for all the wrong reasons and how the main girl was such a mary sue and blah blah blah
  • you guys end up talking for like four freakin hours until key is like “i need to go and feed the kids!!” and you’re like kids?? wait oh dogs
  • and key is like “i thought you were gonna turn out to be some kind of freaky bug collector or something,,,,,,but you’re really cool and we should totally meet up and watch that other drama coming out so we can talk about how it’s definitely going to be a horrible nightmare”
  • and you’re like ok????/ at the bug collector thing but ok!!!!! and meeting up
  • and key smiles and he’s like “also, you look cuter with your hair down like this. really casual and nice. keep it like that more often” and then he’s gone and you’re left with a pounding heart a bit and half a bottle of champagne 


  • more gym equipment then necessary in his apartment,,,,,used those display cabinets that usually house like silverware to display all his signed soccer balls
  • has a ps4 but only to play one game: fifa
  • to put it bluntly his place looks like a ‘bachelors pad’ but at least it isn’t as messy as jonghyuns (or as hoarded up as taemins)
  • and for the most part minho is really liked by the neighbors because he actually takes the time to recycle and he’s nice enough to volunteer his time to help with morning exercise for the elderly if he can
  • but also minho please stop wearing a headband to bed,,,,,,no one does that,,,,,,,,, please
  • has the habit of putting the tv volume all the way up during a game and sometimes also yelling even louder than that tv and he’s had some noise complaints made about him,,,,,,im not going to lie
  • but he’s just a passionate boy who really loves sports and has a good heart like he calls his mom every chance he gets and gives some of his money to charities to help fund more afterschool sports clubs for kids like,,,,,,,a sweetheart
  • and you’ve been friends for a good while. sometimes you’ll come over and watch the games with minho and his friends and yes there are times when you’re there for the actual game. other times it’s because he orders an insane amount of pizza and you’re all about that
  • but also like,,,,,,,,,,for as long as you’ve known him,,,,you’ve always found minho like really super cute,,,,,,,
  • so seeing his concentrated face on the game, handsome features like a strong jaw and soft brown eyes like,,,,,,,you don’t mind coming over for the View
  • but as always,,,,,you somehow end up embarrassing yourself in front of the people you like
  • and it’s the most embarrassing when you lock yourself out of your apartment and knock on minho’s and he’s like “what’s up?? why do you look so down??” and you’re like “minho,,,,,,,we have a problem”
  • and when you purpose the idea of opening his window so you can climb out of it and try and stretch your leg out to the ledge of your own apartments balcony
  • minho is like,,,,,,,, “we’re five floors up though,,,,,,” and you’re like pfft that’s nothing ILL BE FINE
  • but then you two open the window and you look down and you’re like ok frick no i wont be fine
  • and minho is like “hey, you can spend the night here and in the morning get the landlord to unlock your door” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,spend,,,,,the night,,,,,,,
  • and minho grins and is like “ill take the couch, you can have my bed!” and you’re like oh my god,,,,and he’s like “here you can borrow a shirt of mine to sleep in since you don’t want to sleep in what you wore outside” 
  • and you’re like,,,,,this feels very,,,,,,intimate
  • and when you change into the oversized jersey you’re like,,shyly coming out and minho is on the couch and when he looks up like not even he can hide his obvious stare
  • and you’re like WELL ILL JUST ,,,,,,,,, go to sleep and he’s like “it’s 8pm though” and you’re like Right,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you sit down beside him on the couch and it’s a little (a lot) awkward but then minho is like “how about i teach you to play FIFA?” 
  • and you agree and before you know it you’ve got your hands on the controller and minho is cheering you on and you’re like i SUCK but he’s like you’re doing great!!!!
  • and once you get your first goal minho like pulls you into a hug and you snuggle your face into his chest
  • bUT THEN YOU’RE BOTH LIKE OH SHIT IM SORRY!!! And let go and it’s like you’re both blushy and like ok someone cut the tension with a knife just tell each other you like each other and makeout let’s gooooo 


  • described as “interesting” by most of the people in the building 
  • has no sense of like,,,,,,throwing things out like he’s very much a hoarder and likes to collect trinkets and things he finds amusing but then forgets about in like 10 minutes but like now it’s here,,,,taking up shelf space
  • you know when people are like “i just picked this up off the floor and wore it” like taemin does that but he literally does that like ,,,, it’s not like he pulls things out of his closet it’s like “oh! there’s a shirt on the kitchen counter and some pants hanging off the bathroom wall,,,,,,,ok good outfit”
  • but he also has some kind of cute, nostalgic things in his apartment like pressed flowers he’s hung in frames and pictures of him and his friends when he was really young
  • and he never bothers anyone, sure he can come off a little,,,,,,eccentric with mostly black and white wardrobe, multiple piercings, and like,,,,,long skinny body
  • but like,,,,,he’s sweet also the neighborhood stray animals are attracted to him like a magnet. they’ll follow him home and he always has to carry them back out onto the sidewalk with a really sad face
  • and your window is right across from taemins,,,,,like you’re neighbors but in different buildings but you also see him around the neighborhood a lot
  • and you’re like well one day you notice that when you look out of your window at like 3 am because you’re up doing work you see the lights on in taemin’s living room and then you see him?????????
  • dancing????????
  • to like???? a song from the 70s???? and then straight up like trot music and you don’t mean to be Weird and stare but there he is sliding around his living room dancing
  • and you think it’s endearing because tbh you have your own Weird quirks about you that you’ll do when no ones watching like everyone does it
  • but it’s cute and nice to know that there are other people out there who dance to old music at 3 am
  • and maybe it’s because of taemin or maybe because you always wanted to do it you turn on this popular idol groups song at like 3 am one day and decide you’re gonna teach yourself some moves
  • and you’re trying to get into it, really just giving up on actual dance steps and just like dancing around your house being weird and like serenading your pillow
  • and when you do a twirl you look over and you swear you see taemin’s lights on as well
  • and you’re like dhkgjf i need to stop before he,,,,,,sees me like i saw him
  • but the next morning as you’re at the bus stop you notice taemin is there too and he’s ???? walking over to you???//
  • and you don’t talk much but he’s like hey!! and you’re like hi?? and he’s like “so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you dance at random times at night too?”
  • and you turn cherry red because oH GOD HE,,,,saw you
  • but taemin is just grinning and he’s like “it’s fun right? i bet a lot of people do it but it’s cool that we’re neighbors that both do it - that way we probably don’t bother each other!!”
  • and you swallow but you’re embarrassed and you’re like,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t believe you saw that,,,,,,” and taemin just gives you a shocked expression and he’s like 
  • “don’t be so flustered, it’s cool!!!!!! we should have a dance-over one day”
  • and you’re like a dance-over?? and taemin’s grinning again and he’s like yeah! it’s a sleep-over but instead of sleep we dance!!!!1
  • and you’re like huh omg that sounds fun and he’s like it is here, take my number
  • and he pulls a pen from his bag and flips your hand over to scribble down numbers on your palm and you’re like hehe because it tickles
  • but the bus is coming and taemin is like i gtg, but text me!!!!! and he gives you another smile
  • this one that makes you realize that up close,,,,,,taemin is so damn cute and now you have his number like,,,,,,,,,,,,way to GO and it’s all thanks to you two being big dorks who love to get jiggy with it at night LOL 

Okay, so help me out here. I have a theory. I looked it up a while ago for reference on my moontoffee fic, and it said that Skywynne Butterfly is Moon’s mother. But in this picture, is shows Moon’s mother with purple hair and butterflies on her cheeks, not the hourglasses that Skywynne is shown with.

Looking at the Butterfly family tree, the only other person with butterflies on their cheeks is the first queen, Urania. On the family tree there is no woman who looks like this. She has no space in the family tree, no tapestry, and no name.

So who the fuck is the woman in the picture?

My theory is that the woman in that picture is not Moon’s original mother. There’s no evidence besides this one picture that she existed at all. So here’s my pitch. What if Toffee didn’t kill Moon’s mother? What if the entire notion is fake?

The queen in this photo has the mark of the original queen, and her skin tone and hair are completely different than Moon’s. It is possible that the memory of this woman and her death was planted, by either the monsters or someone in the council. Why?

To start a war.

Now seeing how it turned out for the monsters, with them losing the war, that doesn’t seem a smart decision, does it? So who was the only person, in the long run, that benefited from the entire ordeal?


Is it possible that she was more powerful than anyone realized, and that she could control outside forces from inside the crystal? She could have planted the memory of the queen and her death by Toffee’s hand into the minds of Mewni to start a war between monsters and mewmans.

Now I know what you’re thinking. She wouldn’t want war with monsters! She fell in love with a monster, right?

Considering that the monster in question is never brought up in the movie, and the fact that Eclipsa doesn’t seem that surprised by the fact that Moon’s mother, who has no other traces than Toffee killing her and one picture, is dead, it’s plausible that Eclipsa forged the whole thing. But why?

Because a war between INVINCIBLE MONSTERS, and a CHILD QUEEN, equals someone desperate enough to trust sympathy and help. On one condition. Eclipsa gets her freedom.

Though I normally don’t do theories, this caught my attention. The fact that the spell she gave Moon corrupted her skin like Eclipsa’s seems to be also comes into play. Eclipsa did that on purpose. If the people of Mewni saw that, what would they think of Moon?

I don’t believe Eclipsa just wants to buy her own candy. I think that when she’s free, she’ll use Moon’s corruption as a way to prove she’s unfit to rule Mewni. And what happens when Moon is seen as unfit?

Eclipsa gets her throne back.

By tricking everyone into thinking that Moon’s mother had been killed by a monster, she managed to not only start a war, but gain her freedom and put an end to Moon’s reign.

I know this was really long and convoluted, but again, I don’t normally do theories. Tell me what you think!

anonymous asked:

okay so ever since yesterday's live happened i've been in need for someone to write something about (drunk maybe?) jikook playing twister and them falling over each other or being in really awkward positions and things heating up somehow pls make my dreams come true

in hindsight, jungkook shouldn’t have said yes. but he’s never been one to back down from a challenge, and with park jimin smirking at him, betting that with his flexibility, he could’ve been both seokjin and jungkook at twister, jungkook couldn’t help but raise his hackles - puff up his chest and all that - and accept.

he really, really should not have agreed to this.

seokjin had agreed to be the judge, but is currently staring at them with vapid, blinking eyes, hand poised to spin the dial, very evidently regretting having decided to be dragged into this. jungkook shares his sentiment.

“left hand red,” seokjin says. it sounds more like a whimper than anything.

jimin places his hand down. 

jungkook swallows. because right now, in front of his face, park jimin has both palms to the ground, ass in the air.

right up in jungkook’s face.

and jungkook still hasn’t put his hand down.

“give up, kookie?” jimin teases, sounding a little breathless from the blood rushing to his head. jungkook scowls, taking the bait immediately.

“you wish.” he masks the choked quality of his voice with a scoff. very gingerly, he leans down, bringing his left hand to the circle next to jimin’s hand. this puts him in a terrible predicament, forcing him to bend over jimin’s back to reach.

seokjin makes a strangled sound at the back of his throat. “can we just end this with rock-paper-scissors?”

“no way,” jungkook says. jimin’s arms are shaking a little, and jungkook knows he won’t be able to last much longer. it’s only a matter of time. jimin challenging him had only been perfunctory anyway. unlike jungkook, the game isn’t ever what jimin intends to win. “not until jimin falls.”

“who says i’m gonna fall,” jimin wheezes. then he shifts, and his ass pressing back against jungkook’s crotch. “oops.”

jungkook uses his free arm to grab his waist. “stop moving around.”

“that’s not in the rules,” jimin says petulantly. “hyung, can you just spin?”

seokjin obliges, still looking pained. “right hand green. god, i can’t watch this anymore. i’m sorry jiminnie, but i really hope you fall down.”

“why me?” jungkook doesn’t have to see his face to know he’s pouting. but jimin’s reaching under himself, seeking the green circle. jungkook follows suit with his free hand, face burning. god, they’re so close right now. every little movement jimin makes underneath him sends a jolt up his spine. and it always gets his blood rushing south, whenever he sees jimin display his incredible flexibility - a fact that jimin never fails to exploit.

“lift your right foot,” seokjin says. “also, just as a warning, if you don’t fall now, i’m going to push you.”

“hyuuung, shouldn’t you be on my side?” jimin whines. whines. the edge to his voice makes jungkook get the strangest urge to grab him and throw him down somewhere - wreck him - “jungkookie’s the one who beat you the other day.”

shit. where the hell did that come from? 

“my hair would turn white before i lived to see you beat jungkook,” jin replies. “right foot, both of you.”

jungkook does, with relative ease. jimin huffs a little, lifts his leg a little, and the moment he loses his balance, jungkook feels it before he sees it. he squeaks, a sound that jungkook files away for later perusal and teasing, and topples over, his flailing catching jungkook in the leg and jungkook lets himself fall.

crushed under his weight, jimin wriggles and laughs. “oh my god - oh my god, jungkookie, i can’t breathe - ”

jungkook eases off a bit so jimin can turn over, but keeps him caged in with his arms. “i win,” he says, smugly.

“only because you cheated,” jimin argues. “you didn’t have to choose the circle behind me.”

he’s right - jungkook just wanted that excuse to lean over him; to pin jimin down to the ground. not that he really needs one. it’s just for appearance’s sake. “you didn’t have to choose the circle in front of me, hyung.”

“you - you - ” jimin sputters. he finally settles on shoving at jungkook’s chest rather pitifully. “brat. don’t forget who’s older here.”

“anyway,” jungkook says before jimin can get into it. “what was that punishment you made earlier? a kiss on the cheek?” jungkook pauses before tacking on, “hyung.”

jimin rolls his eyes, but his cheeks bloom pink, betraying him as usual. “if you wanted one so badly, jungkookie, you only had to ask.”

“i don’t want one - ”

jimin leans up, pecking him so quickly on the lips that jungkook barely feels it. it feels like he’d dipped his face in flames, with how quickly the temperature rises.

“um… that… that was - ”

“again,” jungkook demands.


“i didn’t feel it, so you have to do it again.” 

as jimin babbles incredulously, jungkook takes the opportunity to grab him by the face, leaning down close until their breaths mingle. he belatedly realises that seokjin had made his escape somewhere in the midst of their collapse. jungkook knows they’ll suffer his complaints and poorly-timed jokes later, so they might as well make the best of this now. jimin’s pupils are blown wide, flushed and pretty, but it’s his little whispered jungkookie that makes jungkook feel like his heart is lodged in his throat.

“i won, so you have to do the punishment properly.”

then he leans down, presses their lips together right. 

jimin clutches the red circle with his right hand, his other going to jungkook’s hair. “actually, i think i won,” he murmurs, grinning against jungkook’s lips. then he goes in for his prize.

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Originally posted by kkuks

vampire!jjk x reader. fluff. 3.3k words. i should start writing someone else other than jungkook tbh.

Sadly, Jungkook isn’t aware of how attractive he looks.

Jungkook first caught whiff of her through the steam of the hot chocolate that burns his tongue.

He remembers it tasting so much sweeter. He remembers her back to him. He remembers the graceful glide of her pen on blank paper. He remembers the ding of the bell every time a customer enters.

It’s his first time sitting down in the restaurant, a secret sanctuary for blood thirsty fellow like him which he found out through Taehyung. He feels much more rejuvenated knowing he can ask for drops of blood on his drink without anyone shooting him weird looks.

Jungkook takes another sip, blowing a sigh to the cup on his lips as he swallow. He looks around him, the tables covered in satin white which people occupy, the clinking of cups and plates as some moves them. He wonders just how many of these people here are like him.

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Just a Normal Horoscope:

Aries: Manners make the man do terrible things. Know when to tell the guy to fuck off.

Taurus: Life is not about momentum or speed it is about rhythm. Bad days are just off-beat, know you’ll find it soon enough. Contract boogie fever.

Gemini: Gear up for tomorrow, you’ll need a backpack full of the shit you use to get things done.

Cancer: Be afraid be very very afraid, but never let it paralyze you. You’ve got things to do and people to confuse.

Leo: Nostalgia is a poison, growth is the antidote. Ambien works too.

Virgo: The stars drew a picture of you! It is an excellent picture. Sadly it is hard to describe. Lovely gills you have.

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A Two For One Special

Prompt: #17

Pairing: Klaus x reader x Elijah

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: threeway, dp, anal

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We have reached 3k on lgbtqpjo!! We are so incredibly happy that we’ve made it this far and love how much you all love our blog. So to celebrate all our followers, old and new, we will be hosting a weeklong event!! 

What is it?: For one week, we will be reblogging your content made to suit the given prompts for each day. It can inspire you to make more lgbtq+ themed works and it’ll be fun ;)

When?: February 19th-February 25th


Slash Sunday: any m/m ships
Minor Character Monday: Any character(s) that aren’t the seven + Nico and Reyna
Time Travel Tuesday: Different time period AU
Whatever Wednesday: Free day!
Trans Thursday: Anything and everything trans/genderqueer
Femslash Friday: any f/f ships
Selfie Saturday: Selfies!!

Tagging and Reblogging: Tag all of your content as #lgbtqpjo3kweek. It’d also be good to @ us, so we definitely know when you’ve made a post! We will reblog content late if we don’t see it on the correct day. You are allowed to send in an ask notifying us if we haven’t reblogged your content once a day has passed (we all live in different time zones). 

Rules: All the content must be lgbtq+ related and with characters from the riordanverse. AUs are allowed. OCs are allowed as long as a minimum of one riordanverse character is in your work as well. Trans content is not limited to Thursday! We will accept, for example, lesbian percabeth on femslash friday or solangelo with trans nico on slash sunday. 
We will not be reblogging any content that involves r*pe, inc*st, or p*dophilia. Any NSFW must be under “read more” and there must be a warning. Possibly triggering content will be tagged accordingly. (Please notify us if you want us to use a specific tag). 

Reblog this post to let others know!! Thanks so much for 3k everyone <3

anonymous asked:

I've seen several photos portraying Japanese girl gangs fighting in long pleated skirts. how viable of an outfit is this in terms of combat?

I’m going to avoid talking about the cultural context for the skirts, which there is and just focus on the practicality.

The answer to any question involving combat is “it depends”, and when we talk about an article of clothing that is dependent on that specific article of clothing. It also depends on the kind of combat you plan to have your character engaging in. Street brawls are very different from armored melee. If your character is a female soldier, she’ll be dressing according to whatever regulations her military has (that could involve a skirt for dress uniforms, but battle and dress are different).

There is no “one-size fits all” approach as the field of battle matters, the kind of opponent matters, the skill level of all parties involved matters, context matters. What your intentions are matter.

They all factor into the decision making process. What you need to do when looking at articles of clothing and trying do decide if it’s a yes or no is learn to think from the internal perspective of someone who would actually be engaging in physical conflict. If you’re thinking of someone heading into a dangerous situation where they couldn’t outwardly look like they were expecting trouble then the question is: if you expected to be caught and forced to fight, what kind of clothing would you prefer to be caught in?

It starts with you and we work our way out from there as you learn more about the conditional nature of combat. When it comes to Hollywood, the irony is that most of the clothing male action heroes wear will work for basic street combat whereas the clothing for women won’t. Would you want to be hunting monsters through the sewers in six inch heels? Probably not.

For what the girl gangs are doing, it works. In fact, it works better than a miniskirt or any other tight clothing common for women in the US or the leather bondage outfits you often see women fighting in on television. You’ll still see women in the real world wear those. Not because it works, mind you, but because they’re afraid they won’t be perceived as feminine, sexy, or attractive. They overcompensate in the wrong direction, the same way Hollywood and media do, and for the exact same reasons.

Sometimes, people make choices that have nothing to do with what’s appropriate or what works. Sometimes, they’re trying to balance between societal expectations, cultural mores, gender constraints, and what they’re trying to accomplish. Sometimes they’re trying to be outside the box and inside the box at the same time. And, sometimes, they can get away with it. What they’re doing and who they’re fighting means they’ve a greater margin for error, versus someone faced with an enemy where they need every advantage they can get.

What you want, especially with street fighting, is freedom of movement.

This is why you often see tank tops or very loose fitting shirts on military personnel. If you’ve got a shirt that fits tightly around the shoulders, that’ll impede your movement, restrict the rotation of the shoulder. If you’re pants are too tight or limit flexibility, then that slows you down and will limit how high you can kick, how well your leg moves, etc.

You want durable clothing.

Clothing that protects you in a fall or when you’re rolling around on the ground. If you can’t see it absorbing impact or protecting you from scrapes when you hit the earth, then it isn’t a good pick.

You want clothes that breathe.

Combat is a high energy exercise, it’s frenetic, it’s fast, and it takes a lot of exertion. If you’ve ever brought the wrong kind of clothing when you’re going jogging or watched makeup melt off girls in P.E. class then you know what I’m talking about. Clothes that cause you to overheat, that don’t allow the heat to escape your body, that you can’t run or sprint in, will actively do you harm in a fight. By participating in exercise with a high energy output, you are already heating up your body. (This is part of why we sweat, we’re cooling our body down.) The hotter you get, the faster you burn through your water. The hotter you get, the faster you reach a point of critical exhaustion which will get you killed.

However, “what works” for combat is heavily dependent on the kind of combat your character plans to (or potentially might) engage in. The rules change based on what you’re doing, what you need, what the chances of success are, who the enemy is, the terrain you’re fighting on.

There’s also the other side, beyond practicality, which is you know, cultural expectations and considerations. How your character feels about gender norms, whether they care about being perceived as feminine or masculine, whether they care about expectations, whether they’re vain, or willing to get themselves killed over fashion.

There’s also the part in fiction where how someone is dressed becomes an indicator for how serious the situation is/threat level is. That’s a visual tell you see used often in film and television.

Remember, skill and experience don’t free you from the same constraints that affect other characters. They just mean your character can make more intelligent choices based on what they know. They can get away with more, but it will still catch up to them in the end.

So, be Helen Mirrim in R.E.D. and take out armed gunmen with a reinforced clutch and the element of surprise.

Try thinking about the situation from the perspective of the character involved rather than overall generic rules. Practicality changes on a situational basis, and there are plenty of people who will go Rule of Cool in real life. This is especially true of gangs, where efficacy loses out to intimidation.

People are people. All the factors going into a decision may not be the ones you expect or are looking for.


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Your Guide on Edit Theft

Topics covered in this guide:

1. The Basics

  • What is edit theft?
  • Why is it bad?

2. Proper Use

  • Using edits in other contexts.
  • Using edits on themes.

3. Proper Credit

  • Why “not my edit” is not okay.
  • Always ask first!

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They're HELPFULS 💖 Not "rules!" 🌼

So, if you haven’t noticed, the word “rules” doesn’t really work for cglre because there’s no power exchange and therefore “rules” are just helpful guidelines and reminders, like brushing teeth and getting to bed at a decent hour. Tying someone’s shoes and holding their hand while they cross the street isn’t a power exchange or kinky, it’s just helpful!

If you’re like me, word choice is important to you! The little that I have been speaking with a lot lately and I have come up with a cute idea!

Instead of calling the guidelines and reminders I have for her rules, we are going to call them “Helpfuls!”

I think it’s just adorable and pure and sweet, like littles and cglre 💛🌼 No icky, scary, dark stuff, just innocence and love!

She may post about her list of Helpfuls! (But probably not because she’s afraid of what would happen to her blog if we broke up. So, we’re on the DL, hah. Things may not even work out. Who knows?) In case she doesn’t though, I thought I’d share our little idea with you guys!

Feel free to use it 💖 Helpfuls should be apart of CGLRE! 🌼


Originally posted by nct-madness

Pairing: Reader x Yuta

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings: nothing for now!

Summary: Brother’s best friend au! with Taeyong as the reader’s brother and Yuta as the brother’s best friend! Most likely going to be a three-shot but maybe more!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: It’s finally here guys! I’ve been working on this all week and I know it’s a bit short, but I really wanted to use this part to set the mood and give you guys a sense of the personalities! Don’t worry though, there’s definitely romance in this part too! Feedback is much appreciated and I really hope you all enjoy!

A shiver runs down your spine, your jacket doing nothing to keep the icy droplets from burning your skin. You had called your older brother about 30 times, none of which were answered, to come pick you up from your friends house. You dial his number once more, and yet again are met with his voicemail. You knew you should have taken the car, but you decided to be a nice sister and leave it with your brother since he asked you to. You would’ve never left it with him if you knew it was going to rain and he wouldn’t answer your phone calls. The streets are eery and dark because of the small storm. Not a bit of sun is shining through the clouds, and you’re legitimately the only person on the street. You speed up your pace, hoping to reach the comfort of your house as soon as possible. A sliver of the view of your house comes into sight as you turn the next corner, and before you know it you’re almost jogging to your house. Carefully walking up the wet driveway, you make your way to the front door. You notice another car in your normally one car driveway, but pay no attention to it just wanting to warm up inside. Creaking open the door, you look in to see no one in the living room.

“TAEYONG, I’M HOME!” You yell, slipping off your soaked jacket and almost ruined shoes. You cringe in disgust as you ring your hair out, the stench of rain all over it and the rest of your body. Footsteps echo throughout the hall, as your older brother makes his way from the kitchen to your voice.

“Hey sis- What the hell happened to you?” He says, stopping once he see’s your drenched form in the doorway.

“It’s pouring outside! I tried to call you, but you wouldn’t pick up your phone, so I had to walk home!” You reply.

“I’m sorry y/n, I-” Taeyong starts, before he is interrupted by the man of your dreams himself.

“Y/n! What a nice surprise!” He says, painting a playfully.

The beat of your heart starts speeding up as your gaze falls upon the dark haired male. Yuta is not only your brother’s best friend, but he is downright the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your entire life, and you’re not even exaggerating. The guy makes you so nervous, you can barely get out two words when you’re around him. It doesn’t help that he’s the biggest flirt there is. Nakamoto Yuta will flirt with anyone, including you. He knows how to use his looks to his advantage. How he became best friends with your idiot of an older brother, you have no idea. 

“So, what happened to you? Decided to run through a sprinkler or something?” He asks, cheekily. A blush paints over your cheeks as you take notice of what a mess you must look like right now. Your wet clothes are sticking to your body, your makeup is all smeared and your hair is dripping. Not to mention, Yuta’s clearly staring at your exposed body, making you even more anxious.

“She had to walk home from her friend’s house in the rain since I have the car and I wasn’t picking up my phone.” Taeyong says, deciding to stick up for you since he feels guilty.

“Sorry y/n it’s my fault. Taeyong and I were playing a video game so his phone was muted… but hey, it’s not too bad right?” Yuta replies with a smirk, eyes raking up and down your drenched body. Yuta’s flirtatious advantages are nothing new to you, but you can’t help but feel self conscious with your clothes being so see through.

“Not too bad? She’s completely drenched!” Taeyong says, giving his friend a “wtf man” look. 

“Yeah, but I personally don’t mind the view.” Yuta says, shooting you a wink, causing Taeyong to elbow him in the stomach.

“Hey man, be careful what you say, that’s my sister.” Taeyong says sternly. However, Yuta just rolls his eyes and keeps looking at you. Not wanting to stay there any longer because of the awkward atmosphere created by Yuta’s daring comment, you decide to bolt.

“Uh, I’m gonna go change!” You say, turning around without waiting for a decent response. You quickly head up to your room and shut the door, letting out a deep breath. Everything is silent until Yuta’s laugh is heard echoing throughout the house and you finally manage to calm down. The stench of rain is still heavy on your clothes as you look through your drawers for something comfy to change in to. Taeyong’s sweatshirt that you always borrow is the first thing you see that you deem suitable enough your comfort. You’re about to change when you finally see your own reflection in the mirror. Black streaks are all over your face from your makeup and your hair is absolutely destroyed. To put it curtly, you look like you’ve been hit by a bus. Deciding the best option here is to shower first, you lay the clothes you were going to put on on your bed and head into the shower. 

The hot water runs down your body making all of the tense muscles in your body start to relax. Yuta always flirts with you, whether the two of you are in front of Taeyong or not, but you can never tell if he’s being genuine or not. Taeyong tells you about Yuta’s pursuits with girls all of the time and they make you sort of iffy. Whether Yuta seriously feels something for you or not, it’s too late for you. Your feelings for Yuta are in full swing and every time he flirts with you or looks at you a certain way, they just get stronger. Finishing up in the shower, you wrap your towel around your body and open the door to the bathroom. A small scream escapes your mouth when you’re met with Yuta’s smirking face.

“Oh y/n, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were in the shower.” He says not so discreetly looking you up and down yet again.

Even more uncomfortable than last time, you adjust your towel slightly, as if that’d do anything, and reply, “Yeah, well I felt all dirty from the rain so, I just decided to hop in really fast… don’t worry, the bathroom’s all yours now!”

“Great, thanks!” He replies, walking past you to go into the bathroom. His shoulder brushes against yours since he didn’t wait for you to move. Completely flustered, you go to walk away, but then Yuta grabs your wrist, pulling you into him so closely that you can feel his breath on your face.

“By the way y/n,” he starts, “You should really be more cautious of who you decide to walk around in a towel in front of” he smirks, shutting the door before you can respond. The door is shut before you even think of anything to respond, and you literally just stand there in awe for a few seconds. Not wanting to be there when he comes out, you race back to your bedroom and shut the door with a little too much force, making you flinch. Your face is bright red as you take deep breaths and try to comprehend what just happened to you. Mentally scolding yourself for not bringing your clothes with you into the bathroom, you sigh and take a seat upon your bed. Your personal heavy breathing is the only thing that you can hear until the creaking of the bathroom door opening breaks the silence. You quickly hold your breath, praying that Yuta won’t approach you again. Luckily, you hear his footsteps walk right past your room and head straight down the stairs. Deciding sitting in a towel staring into space is not the most intelligent or effective way to cope with your feelings, you stand up and prepare to get dressed. However, before you get the chance, your door is pushed open, making you let out a scream identical to the one from before.

“Taeyong! Why didn’t you knock, I could’ve been changing!” You shriek without even glancing to see if it was actually him at the door and just assuming. 

“Well that would’ve been a lovely sight to see.” You freeze once you hear the velvety voice that responds and wonder what you possibly could’ve done to be this unlucky. Nerves start creeping up your spine as you try to muster up something, ANYTHING, to say in response to Yuta. Sensing that you’re flustered, Yuta decides to take things a bit further.

“I didn’t know you liked sitting around in a towel after you shower y/n! If I had known that, I would’ve invited you to come hang downstairs with us.” He says with a wink, leaving you even more breathless than you were before. 

You try to say something to explain yourself, but all that comes out is, “I don’t uh… this isn’t… I don’t normally-”

“Hey hey, it’s ok! Maybe you just like to feel free sometimes? I don’t judge. In fact I’m the same way! If it wasn’t for your brother’s rules I’d probably be walking around nude right now.” Yuta says, causing yet again, another blush on your face. You wonder how Yuta is able to have absolutely no shame. He’s always confident and smug whenever he flirts with you, making sure to always make eye contact and do the correct body gestures; but, for some reason you can’t seem to do the same. It’s as if he hypnotizes you every time his eyes meet yours. After not receiving an answer, Yuta steps further into your room. Every step closer he gets, the more quickly your heart starts beating. Time feels as if it’s in slow motion, though in reality it’s only a few seconds as he walks over and casually takes a seat on the edge of your bed. 

“So anyways, Tae asked me to come up and tell you that the two of us are going out tonight so we won’t be home until late.” He says. Your heart drops. It’s no shocker that Taeyong and Yuta are going out tonight, they’re two attractive teenage guys. But you can’t help but feel a little let down that Yuta was just harmlessly flirting with you. Determined not to let him win this little game you just made up, you try to keep your guard up and calmly ask, “Where are you two going?”

Yuta just laughs softly and looks into your eyes. “Just to our friends house. He’s having a party tonight and the two of us decided to go.” Yuta places his hands on your bed and leans forward so that he’s closer to you. “I asked if you could join, but your brother insisted it’s best if you stay home. It’s too bad really, I feel like the two of us could’ve had a lot of fun together.” He says, with a mischievous glint in his eye. Looking into his eyes just amplifies what he was making you feel already. 

“Yeah that’s really too bad… but I’m not ready for a party anyway… it’s not like I could show up in this towel right?”

When Yuta doesn’t respond, you look up at his face to see him staring at something. Turning around, you follow his gaze to Taeyong’s sweatshirt that you had laid on your bed.

“Whose sweatshirt is that?” Yuta asks, his voice void of emotion.

“Why?” You ask, your brow lifting up in confusion. 

“Just curious…” He says quietly. You didn’t catch on at first, but a little smirk slowly makes it’s way onto your face as you read the situation. It’s entirely possible that Yuta is jealous right now.

“Oh it’s just Taeyongs. I like guys sweatshirts better than girls, so I steal his all of the time.” You reply. An apparent wave of relief washes over his face.

“Cute.” He says with a small smile. “I guess I better get going.” 

“The two of you have fun. Tell Tae to keep me updated so I know he isn’t lost and shit faced on the sidewalk ok?” You reply with a new sense of confidence after learning about Yuta’s jealousy.

Yuta simply smiles as he gets up. “Will do y/n.” 

He starts walking towards the door, but turns around again before the exit. His eyes bore into yours with a matching sense of confidence. “By the way, you’re welcome to wear one of my sweatshirts anytime.” And with that, he shuts the door and leaves you to delve in your own thoughts.


After Taeyong and Yuta had left, you didn’t really know what to do with yourself. In an attempt to wait up for them, you get yourself comfortable on the couch in the living room and begin to binge watch one of your favorite dramas, hoping it’ll distract the images of Yuta from your mind. However, your plan fails when the drama actually has you thinking more about Yuta, like what’d it’d be like if he treated you like guys in dramas treat their girlfriends. You wonder if the two of you could ever be like that; cuddled up on the couch, looking at each other as if you two are the only things that matter in the world, saying cheesy declarations to one another, sharing soft kisses. You shake your head lightly, telling yourself not to get your hopes up. First of all, it’s a drama that you’re comparing this type of relationship to, AND it’s with Yuta of all people. You scoot around on the couch, adjusted the pillow you are laying on so that you could feel more comfortable. The voices of the actors eventually begin to fade out as you slowly fall asleep to the noise of the drama.

The sound of the front door pulls you out of your sleeping state. Blurriness clouds your vision as your eyes begin to adjust to the light. You grab your phone and take a quick glance at the time, seeing that it’s 3am. You stretch your arms above your head and look around to see where the noise came from, your stiff back aching as you slowly stand up from the couch. Walking out of the living room all disheveled, you’re met with the sight of your extremely drunk brother being held up a by an only slightly drunk Yuta. 

“Oh hey y/n!!!!” Your brother slurs, “What’s up sisssss?” 

You sigh and go to take Taeyong from Yuta’s hold, your body falling forward from the effect of holding up your brother’s weight. “Come on Tae, it’s 3am and you’re super drunk. Let’s get you to bed.” 

“No, I wanna stay here!” Taeyong says pouting like a 5 year old, pushing you away from him and plopping himself down on the couch. Having been in this situation before and knowing it’s best not to fight him when he’s drunk, you decide to just take a seat next to him, too tired to fight him anyway. You failed to realize that Yuta’s been watching you the entire time, and for the first time, he almost doesn’t know what to do with himself. He just showed up to your house with your drunk older brother. Does he flirt with you like he normally does? Does he leave? Does he stay over like he was supposed to? Lucky for him, you decide to initiate conversation this time.

“Are you staying over tonight?” You question quietly, having no idea where you got the confidence to ask him that.

“Well yeah I was supposed to… but I could go home if it makes you uncomfortable?” He says politely, almost shocking you.

“No it’s ok, you don’t make me uncomfortable. And you’ve been drinking, it’s probably best that you don’t drive and just stay here.” You say. A curt nod is the only response you get from the dark haired male. He then walks over and takes a gentle seat next to you on the couch. Taeyong is passed out by now and the atmosphere between you and Yuta is just awkward. Neither of you can find anything to say to one another. You wonder what could’ve happened at the party to rid him of his flirtatious persona, but you decide it’s best not to ask. You look over to your right and see Yuta carelessly scrolling through Instagram. Without realizing, you unintentionally end up staring at his side profile for a long time. His perfect nose, his long eyelashes, his smooth lips; every feature present on his face is able to appeal to you. Feeling your stare, Yuta looks up and meets your gaze. Too embarrassed that you were caught, you immediately look down towards your lap and reach behind you to take out your phone. However, Yuta eye’s don’t leave your face. He’s studying you just as you were him and you know it, but you can’t find the courage to look up.

“Y/n can I ask you something?” He asks, finally breaking the silence.

“Go for it.” You reply anxiously.

“What do you really think of me?”

Your eyes widen in response, not expecting such a question, you reply, “What do you mean?”

“How do you view me? Like when you hear my name, what comes to mind?” He asks, his eyes not leaving your face for a second. When you don’t answer, he decides to go further.

“Look, I like you Y/n. I’ve always thought you were gorgeous but the more I’ve come to hang with Taeyong and the more I’ve gotten to know you…” He stops, almost as if he’s trying to find the right words to say.

Having a feeling where he’s going with this, you interrupt, “Yuta, you’re my brothers best friend…” as you’re fighting an internal battle with yourself on what you should say, since he did almost basically just confess to you. 

“What? Is that ALL you see me as?” He asks, scooting closer to you. “I know what you think of me y/n.” He pauses, sighing. “I know that you think I’m insanely attractive, and I know that you like me. But, I also know that you think I’m a flirty fuckboy who only flirts with you for my own enjoyment.” He stops, making sure he’s looking in your eyes before he says, “Well I want you to know that none of that is true.”

“If you already know, then why did you ask?” You reply.

Yuta nods slowly and meets your gaze again. “I’m really not like that you know.” He says. “I don’t flirt just to flirt, I flirt because of you.” When you don’t respond, he decides to continue. “You aren’t just some girl y/n, i’ve known you for as long as I’ve known Taeyong. And everytime he invites me over, I get the pleasure of seeing you. I can’t even tell you how much I secretly love it when Tae tells you to chill with us and you say yes. I love watching the heat rush to your cheeks whenever I talk to you, and I love how nervous you get whenever I’m around.” Yuta finishes, leaning even closer towards your body.

“Yuta… you’re drunk.” You tell him, unable to come up with any other valid response. He definitely drank, but the both of you knew that he was no where near Taeyong’s level, and he knew that you knew. 

“I’m not drunk y/n, I’m just barely tipsy. You and I both know that. And even if I were drunk, they say alcohol is what causes the truth to come out.” He says, leaning in even more, which you didn’t even realize was possible, to a point where there’s barely any space left in between the two of you.

“B-but Taeyong?” You say, your breathing getting heavier, anticipating what’s about to happen.

“Just forget about Taeyong for a second.” He says, reaching his large hand up to cup the side of your face, the warm of his hand acting as a sense of comfort. “Let me just try something.” He says softly. His hand gently guides your head, pulling you closer to him. His breath is light on your face as the space between your lips slowly begins to disappear. Yuta’s lips softly graze your own for not even a second, before you’re suddenly hit in the back of the head by the Taeyong’s arm, signaling that he’s waking up from his little drunken nap. A grunt escapes Taeyong’s throat and you and Yuta quickly pull away from each other. Silently cursing Taeyong in your head, you turn around to check on him. 

“Hey guys! What happened to the partyyyyy?!” He asks, slur still clearly present in his voice. Yuta has yet to look away from you, it just not feeling right to remove his gaze after such an intense moment. He had been waiting for that for a very long time, it was about to happen, and Taeyong had managed to rip it from his fingers in a matter of seconds. But being the good best friend he is, Yuta puts his needs aside and goes to help Taeyong.

“Come on man, let’s get you to sleep.” Yuta says sighing.

“But it’s party time!!!!!” Taeyong slurs again, falling into Yuta as he tries to stand up from the couch.

“We really should monitor how much he drinks next time.” You joke, laughing slightly in hopes of lightening the atmosphere after such an intense moment.

Yuta gives you a genuine smile in return and says, “Well I guess I’ll get him into bed so that you could go to sleep.” 

Yuta leaves Taeyong on the couch for a second as he goes to approach you. He walks up to you, cradles your head in his large hands, and brings your forehead to his lips to place a gentle kiss upon it, causing your heart to flutter at the sweet act. “Goodnight y/n”. He says, shooting you a small smile and leading your brother up the stairs. And with that, the two of you are left to wander in your own thoughts. 


A/N: Well that’s the end of part one guys! Again feedback is really appreciated! It’d be awesome if you guys let me know what you liked about it and what you want to see in part 2! Thank you so much again for reading!


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Day 1: De-Aging/Age Reversal // Time Travel

Day 2: Soulmate AU // Confession Under Fire

Day 3: MirrorVerse // Restraints

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Day 5: Arkham Knight AU // Bruised and Bloody

Day 6: Knights/Royalty AU // Arranged/Fake Marriage

Day 7: Talons/Court of Owls // Father Todd

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