And it don’t stop and it won’t quit. Whatever that is for you: the nagging voice inside you telling you to accept that challenge, quit that job, eat them greens, exercise, quit smoking, stop drinking, (or have a drink), break up with that boy, go out with that girl, clean that garage, throw out them jeans, cut that hair, play that instrument, take that class, draw that picture, paint that painting, get rid of those shoes, take that trip… What you waitin’ on? GET ON IT.
I’m a stone-cold sucker for wacky girl-group songs of the 50s/60s, particularly if there’s lots of whooping and hollering in the background, and especially if there’s a lone male in the mix doing a frog-voice vocal fry to make the proceedings even nuttier. Thus, “Low Grades and High Fever” by LINDA LAINE(WITH THE SINNERS) wins high marks across the board from me, as I’m sure it will from you.
All of Yoongi’s efforts to swallow his emotions and deal with everything alone start to fall apart.
Warning: angst, smut, domination, submission, dirty talk, oral, fellatio, intercourse and lots of Yoongi being a general ass-hat. Also, twice as long as the previous sections. Parts:12345678 (final)8.5 (bonus)
“Get up already!” Jin shook Yoongi, trying to
wake him. “You’ve already slept through breakfast and we need to get going to
the studio. It’s dance practice time. You’re holding everyone up!”
Yoongi groaned as he labored to get himself out of bed. He held his head in an attempt to keep his
brain from busting through his skull. He
couldn’t remember a time when he was more hungover than right now. The thought of spending a full day in the
studio learning new choreography filled Yoongi with dread. He was sure this day would not end well.
Jin looked at Yoongi disapprovingly. “I don’t know what you were thinking getting
so drunk last night. Just hurry up! Also, take a shower, you smell like shit.”
Yoongi took a quick shower, got dressed and staggered into
the van with the rest of the guys to go to the studio. Yoongi closed his eyes and leaned against the
door, he could feel water dripping down his face from his still wet hair but
didn’t have the energy to wipe it away.
Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were sitting in the back seat of the van
talking about some movie they watched on tv last night and were quoting lines
and laughing about funny scenes. Hearing
them enjoy themselves annoyed Yoongi to no end; he quietly wished that the van
door would open up so he could fall into the street to be run over by a passing
car. He was pretty sure death would be
more pleasurable than dance practice with these idiots.
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Warning: Toddler tantrum? Tears? MAJOR FLUFF!
It was that time of year again. Jax and Opie were running around the Teller house, getting their school stuff together. Tomorrow was the first day of school again and the boys were ready to get back to their friends. The whole club was gathered at the Teller house for their weekly family dinner. Y/n sat on the couch next to JT and sighed. Another year with the boys going to school, leaving her alone all day. “Aww, what’s the matter angel? Gonna miss the boys tomorrow?” JT stroked her hair slowly. All y/n could do was sniffle and nod. “Why they have to go?” Her bottom lip trembled as she looked up to her uncle. JT sighed and pulled her onto his lap. “They have to go learn. Next year, you’ll be going to school too. And you’ll see them once they come home. Just think, you get to be with everyone else during the day. You can be our little helper!” Y/n curled against his chest and nodded. She didn’t understand why her friends had to leave her all day, but if she got to be with her daddy and uncles, how bad could it be?
Hello yes I'm sorry but is Dettlaff wearing a head band while he brushes his teeth?
Yes, he is. Dettlaff found out the useful world of headbands this one time his hair had gotten a bit long and it got constantly in the way while he was trying to work. One of the girls (an alp) working at his garage gave him her headband and a whole new world opened to him. Dettlaff’s favorite headband is that zig-zag type, and he has a few of them lying around his garage.
Anonymous said: in your latest dettlaff drawing, hes standing like a total diva while he brushes his teeth and it KILLS ME
Well, he has flair for dramatics, so…
Anonymous said: Does Dettlaff have an Ikea sink in your latest drawing?
Uhhh, maybe, IDK. I didn’t intentionally draw it as any particular kind of sink, but I have worked in Ikea for four years in the past, so it’s quite possible some of it might’ve rubbed off on me. Anyway, here’s side by side pics of my drawing of the bathroom and the reference pic I’ve used (this link is source to the reference pic).
So I’ve been working at the same hospital for years now as a nurse in the ER. I’ve seen a lot of things, all kinds of horrific shit, blood and gore and just about every household item you can think of inserted into some guy’s rectum. I’ve seen limbs ripped off, I’ve seen intestines coming out… almost ten years working in an ER and you’re going to see a lot. You’re going to be hard to shake.
But last night something happened, some girls came in, and I’ve never been scared like this. I’ve never had that feeling of I have no fucking idea what’s going on with this patient the way I have with these three girls.
Did Blanche Deveraux grow up unable to confront her own bisexuality because of Big Daddy's strict, southern upbringing?
I don’t think we’ve ever exchanged two words and yet somehow you get to the heart of my true nature.
BECAUSE ABSOLUTELY YES.
Truthfully I even think if the Golden Girls was remade now Blanche
would be a late in life bisexual, it just strikes me as how she IS, same Southern
belle attitude, just “And then I saw her, the mysterious girl from the garage.
You know they always said she was like that because her Daddy wanted a boy but,”
and here she gives the seductive eyes, “I was so much more a woman of the world
than most people, and I saw the…succulent fruits of labor.”
“Blanche, does this story have a point, or are you just telling
us you get hot for women covered in oil?”
But yes! I absolutely think, if not for her time period and
place, Blanche Deveraux would be a bisexual and her black book would get twice
as thick and frankly I would watch this show.
(This also reminds me I think I was fucking with Jet once
about a Golden Girls type setup with Rei, Michiru, and Usagi, and I never did
anything with it)