go to the tanning bed

Playing Pretend

Yoongi slowly walked toward the small house snuck in between bigger buildings at the end of the street. He needed to do this, it had been weeks since he’d last talked to his mother and he was sure she was getting antsy, if the the 121 missed calls and 53 voice messages meant anything. This was just how his life was and he needed to suck it up. Cause Yoongi had learned early on that pity and sadness only equated weakness. When he arrived at the door, he saw it was just as beaten down as the last time he’d seen it, the paint chipped so bad that it looked like an animal had attacked it. He sighed and rang the doorbell, adjusting the one cheap tie he had bought years ago for occasions like this. His suit was two sizes too big and his dress shirt still had a stain from his last visit (hopefully his mother wouldn’t be able to tell). I mean Yoongi wasn’t poor, far from that, his “extracurricular activities” paid well. But Yoongi also believed in not using money where it wasn’t needed. The money it would take to buy a better suit, he could just give to his mom. Combing his hair with his fingers one last time, Yoongi took in a deep breath and pasted on a fake smile. The door creaked open and before him stood his small, stocky mom. Frown lines more prominent, hair grayer, but smile just as bright as ever. Yoongi loved his mother (She was the only family that was worth shit anyway). And he knew what it would do to her to know how he actually survived. So a couple times a year he would dress up in his “office worker” costume and play pretend. He didn’t want to be a bigger disappoint than he already was. Right when she saw him, Yoongi was pulled into a bone crushing hug that smelled of cinnamon and old memories.

“Momf I canth brefthe” Yoongi muffled as his moms relentless hold tightened.

“That’s what you get for making me worried for days. Come back sooner. Have you no respect for your mother. I wait and wait and you never call or com-”

“Alright, alright sorry, I know I suck, I should come more often, but um… work gets very stressful mom.” Yoongi said cutting her off and finally pulling out of the hug. As soon as he mentioned work, his mothers face fell into a sympathetic and worrisome state.

“They’re not overworking you are they. If they are Yoongi say something, they can’t treat you however they want you know” His mother stated defiantly. Worked up on Yoongi’s behalf. She led him into the house and walked straight to the kitchen. If Yoongi knew his mother, he knew there was a feast waiting for him.

“I know mom. Thanks” he sighed sitting down at the table with copious amounts of food on it. “How do you always out do your self. Mom I’m not starving. I don’t send you money just so you can make me dinner that could feed an army.”

“Just say thank you and eat the food. If I don’t spend money on my boy then who else would I spend it on.” She asked, incredulous. She sat down beside him and started placing food on his spoon and plate. “I only need to see you happy to be happy.” Yoongi’s mom was a sap, and she knew just the words to melt his heart. Had it been anyone else, Yoongi would’ve scoffed and degraded their entire existence, but to his mother he could only smile and shove his face. He knew the routine by now, after stuffing himself with food until he weighed about 20 lbs heavier, Yoongi would be asked a series of questions regarding his personal life, then he would mention his workload and his mom would pack him the food he wasn’t able to finish (which could honestly last him a month) and he’d be on his way. The process took about 3hrs. It was simple and always the same. Except this time Jimin had called him nearing the end of the personal questionnaire portion of the evening and his mother had seen the contact info before he quickly hung up. Now he could’ve made any excuse to who Jimin was, If the idiot thug wasnt as possessive as he was, and hadn’t changed his name in Yoongi’s phone from “Rich Asshat” to “❤️Jiminie❤️”. I mean yeah he’d done it months ago, which gave Yoongi plenty of time to change it back, but Yoongi’s excuse of always being too busy remained strong. (Also there was the fact that his name was saved as “Suga😍👌🏾👅” in Jimins phone and he secretly loved the personal feeling it gave off, but you’d catch him dead before he admitted that). So instead of 3hrs it took 4 and a half, as he kept repeating that Jimin wasnt anything serious but rather just a casual relationship. And the hearts around his name were a joke, but his mother wasn’t truly convinced. So he now had to bring Jimin to dinner next time he came, and it had to be before the month ended, or he’d “see his mother’s wrath”. Yoongi grumbled and pouted the rest of the night and huffed an annoyed sigh as he grabbed the bags of food and gave his mother a kiss on the check as he left her home.

“I’m excited to see him.” She smiled, and then narrowed her eyes and continued, “and if I don’t then you won’t have a mother either.” Dramatic was her middle name.

“Yeah yeah” he waved as he left her behind. Playing pretend for his mother was a habit by now. And he sometimes believed she played along. How else would the warm scene of a broken down family, which consisted of a alcoholic, weak mother and her prostitue son making ends just barely meet make sense. Playing pretend was all the two had left, and they took their roles seriously. Cause when Yoongi left the cabinet under the sink would open and wouldn’t close the day before Yoongi next came. Their fucked up lives took breaks for only 3hrs a couple of times a year. Maybe that’s why when Yoongi was far away, he pulled out his phone and dialed the first name on his missed calls list.

“I don’ like it when ya keep me waitin darlin” the voice slurred as Jimin picked up the call.

“I was busy. With my mom. I told you. Why’d you call” he replied short and straight.

“Cuss I missd’ ma baby, and wanted ta play” Jimin continued, voice filled with flirtations. Yoongi fought back a smile, and kept his voice emotionless, he was prostitute, that owed Jimin a shit ton, nothing more and nothing less.

“On my way. But I need to talk to you about something. A favor.” Yoongi said, fully aware of the teasing that would follow.

“Anotha one, ya really like usin’ me don’ ya. Guess we'r jus gonna have ta add it ta ya list. What does ma darlin need.” Jimin asked amused. Yoongi sighed, this would probably equal a 2 weeks worth of fucking, but it really didn’t matter, he basically owed Jimin for life. And he wasn’t really complaining about it either.

“I’ll tell you when I see you.” Yoongi replied, “it’s not that big of a deal compared to what I’ve asked of you before”

“At this point it don’ matta darlin, I’m doin errythin for ya. An I don’ mind” Jimin answered with the same amused and flirtatious voice that now somehow seemed reserved for Yoongi. “Can’ wait ta feel ya baby” he added his voice dipping low. Yoongi hid the arousal from his voice as he just hummed back and then proceeded to end the call. He knew was fucked, but hey at least he was also getting fucked.

For @ask-gangtan (I’m obsessed)


So like we all know Shiro by this point and how he was taken and all BUT LIKE HAS ANYONE NOTICED THE DIFFERENCE IN HIS APPEARANCE OVER A YEAR DURING THE SHOW?

I was re-watching vld last night and saw him at the very start of the episode when he first gets taken by the Galra.

Now the man looks 100% Japanese. The light tan skin colour, brown eyes,brown hair (or black) just your average joe.

fast forward a year and we now have Shiro back on earth




lemme break my fact down.

now in the pictures you may say “oh its just the green lighting–”
NO SHHsh you face and listen………read






like they’d have to remove his pigment. they would have had to physically (or like….Galra-ically?) Remove pigment cells from him somehow.
No more Melanin for Shiro is what the Galra said.

Melanin is responsible for the tanning of skin exposed to sunlight for those of you who didn’t do biology in high school ¬3¬ .

Generally humans who live in hot climates will have an increased melanin count making their skin darker. As some of you might know, Japan is pretty hot, which is why the skin colour over there is pretty tanned to protect them from the suns rays more during the summer months of intense heat.

Shiro was naturally born Tanned if he’s from Japan (which im pretty sure he is)

you can say “ he was starved of sunlight in space”

but like i said, GENETICS, he was born that dark….he would just go a slightly paler if he had no light and it would take way more time to boot! He doesn’t go to a tanning bed everyday for 2 minutes and then suddenly stop because the Galra attacked him….


so the Galra reallllly fucked him up fam….like now you can really say that.

His hair changed colours, He got beat up to the point of scaring on his nose and possibly body,he can’t remember shit,he’s got like a mini case a paranoia, he ain’t got no more hooman arm on the right side of him
they fuckin changed his skin colour …..  

stick that fact in your pipe and smoke it.

im out

Go Fuck Yourself

In a tanning bed
In a midsize sedan
In the sky
Exploding like confetti

Drown your aspiration
Hold it under the water
Mutter weird things under your breath
Start a business
Make a billion dollars
Crash your private jet into the side of a mountain

Hang cliche magnets on your refrigerator
Write a self help book
Write a memoir
Become religious
Confuse everyone you know
Put your head into your hands and wonder where things went wrong

Join the army
Become a preacher
Become a homeless man
Laugh at imaginary things on the side of the road
Become an astronaut
Fly into deep space
Develop a space anxiety disorder
Get some pills

Become a celebrity
Travel the world
Start a movement
Get a motorcycle license
Get a masters degree
Become a professional
Have some kids
Try not to hit the toilet seat throwing up

With an expiration date hung over your head
Heart beating
Ground shaking
Mind melting
With the best of intentions
With a burning cigarette hanging from your sleeping hand
Go fuck yourself

Good Girl Ch 18: Keeping Me Little

“Please baby? Do it for your daddy Tao!” Tao whines as we roll back and forth on his bed.

“Daddy, do you really need me to shower with you? The movie wasn’t that scary,” I tease the older boy.

“That’s because you were latched on to Xiumin hyung the whole time, I was kind of jealous, you clung to him for dear life.”

I roll my eyes at him, “Maybe if you weren’t such a chicken, I would hold on to you.”

“Such a mouth on you today, maybe we need another scary movie to keep you little.”

Keep me little. That has been their main focus ever since they found out I’m not such a good little girl. After my oppas left, I was still in my, I guess the best way to put it would probably be, big girl mind set. I mouthed off, even slept in my own bed by myself for a night, something my daddies did not like one bit. They wanted me little, and one of the few ways to make me little is to scare me, which is why for almost a whole week we have been watching all sorts of horror movies so that I would become the little girl they want.

“No,” I pout, “I’ll be good.”

He gives me a peck on the lips, “Good, now lets go shower.”

I groan as he pulls me off the bed into his bathroom, it reminds me of Kris’s bathroom, dark, covered in clothes and accessories. He quickly undresses both of us, becoming naked in front of them has become a lot easier now, something I never thought I’d say. We step into the shower, I’m still unable to work the fancy showers they have so I can only wait as he tries to pick the perfect temperature. When one is good enough he allows me to step under the water with him. We take turns washing each other with his body wash, he happily begins washing my hair when he suddenly tenses and screams, cling to me.

“What?” I try to see past time but he has me held up against the wall.

“There’s a ghost!” He yells holding me closer.

“Stop trying to scare me!” I push him away only for a second when I see a figure outside the shower. “Daddy!” I yell clinging to him.

“Hyung!” He screams. The bathroom door busts open followed by the glass shower door. Kris is standing there, his chest heaving, dressed in only a t-shirt and boxers.

“What the hell is going on?” He yells as he scans the situation, Tao and I holding our naked bodies together.

“Kris!” We both yell, going to him at the same time, wetting his clothes.

“You guys, what is going on?” Kris asks softer this time, he rests a hand on the small of my back while he holds Tao away from him.

Again, we yell together, “There’s a ghost!”

“Seriously guys? I told those guys watching a scary movie on your night with her was a bad idea,” Kris groans, he looks at me, “Your hair still has shampoo in it. Tao if you can’t bathe her properly, you won’t be allowed to do it again.”

“But the ghost,” Tao pouts.

“Finish washing her hair,” Kris steps away from us to leave.

“Wait!” Yet again, we both grab on to his hands.

I put on my cutest face, “Daddy Kris can you wait outside the shower for us?”

He scoffs, “Seriously?”

“Pretty, pretty please?” I beg.

He raises a brow at me, “What do I get out of this?”

“You can sleep with us tonight!” Tao offers.

“Fine,” Kris sighs, “Now you can go finish your shower.”

Tao and I smile as he closes the shower door but stays right on the other side like a guard. We quickly finish our shower, Kris hands us both a towel, he actually wraps mine around me personally. Tao grabs the pair of pajamas he picked out for me off his bed and quickly helps me pull on the cream silk nighty.

“I prefer when she wears a t-shirt,” Kris comments as he eyes me from where he is laying on the bed.

“She looks adorable in either, but I prefer her own pajamas,” Tao pecks my lips. I lay back on the bed, rolling across most of it to find Kris looking at his phone, while Tao goes to get himself dressed. Being stuck in between wanting to get back to my normal self and wanting to stay little so I can acted childish without being weird is one of the biggest struggles of my life. After a minute long debate in my head, my little side wins, allowing me to roll on top of Kris, purposely getting in the way of his phone, without feeling stupid.

“Does someone want attention?” Kris teases, putting his phone down on the nightstand.

Lying front to front I rest my chin on his chest to stare up at him, I nod.

“I’m happy to give you all the attention you want, that is, after I send a few more emails out,” He kisses my forehead before reaching for his phone again, holding it higher so I’m not in the way. Slightly annoyed I switch over so I’m on my back staring up at his phone that he quickly clicks to the home screen on.

“Top secret?” I question as I stare at the basic back round on his phone.

“It’s something for only big kids to worry about,” Kris’s voice is very firm. “How about you go play with Tao?”

Just as he says that Tao comes back into the room with a towel around his neck, “Is little Joo being needy?” The panda boy teases as he sits on the edge.

I roll off of Kris to go lay by Tao, “He’s doing top secret things that I can’t know about.”

“I think it’s time for bed,” Tao walks over to the light switch and turns it off, leaving us in darkness except from the light of Kris’s phone. Tao comes back to bed quickly, slipping both of us under the covers. Tao sleeps like Baekhyun, with his head in my chest, his arms around my waist while mine go around his head. It feels a lot different from the others who lock them selves around me while they sleep, keeping me from even going to the bathroom without waking them. Sleep isn’t far when Kris finally puts his phone down twenty minutes later, before snuggling up behind me. I can’t help but smile when he peppers my head with kisses, burring his face in my hair, enjoying the smell of my hair and my warmth.

“Good night baby and I’m sorry for not giving you my attention. If it helps at all, you are the center of attention in all of our lives now.”



“Baby, I’m going to need you to wake up now,” Tao shakes me a little more aggressive than needed, pulling me up into a sitting position. The bright light blinds me as I try and open my eyes, confusion for being so waken so suddenly and with such coldness in his voice. “Get dressed, I’ll be back in a minute,” Tao orders before quickly running out, dressed in a nice suit I’m reminded of the first night we met. But I push that memory out of my head as I scramble out of bed to find a stack of clothes for me on the night stand.

It’s only been two weeks but I hesitate dressing myself, feeling like an idiot for getting confused on how to dress myself. After a few mores seconds of my own stupidity I manage to get pull on the pair of holy blue jeans, an over sized gray sweater and a cute lettermen jacket to go over. On the floor next to the bed is a pair of tan timberlands that look way too small to belong to the boys. I drop to the floor to examine them, finding warm socks inside, I take a guess and figure they are mine, getting me to pull the on. Tao comes in a few minutes later, grabs my hand without a word and pulls me out of the room.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I’m dragged to the front door where the others are waiting, but Kris, Luhan and Xiumin are missing.

“Good morning beautiful,” Lay kisses my cheek but even with that smile on his face I can tell something is off. They all seem cold.

“We are dropping you off at our company’s headquarters where the hyungs are.” Suho explains why I’m being thrown into the familiar van and driven into the city. The drive is quiet, which is surprising when I have Chanyeol and Baekhyun on either side of me, holding onto my hands mindlessly. We pull up to a massive glass building with people coming in and out and more walking up and down the street. I haven’t seen anyone but the boys since Friday night so going back into the real world feels weird. The van door slides open and I’m kicked out of the car on to the street, I glare back at the boys to find all of them with a warm look on their faces.

Suho smiles softly at me from the drivers side, “We will pick you up a little later, we just have to deal with some trouble. Go to the front desk and tell them you are here to see one of the hyungs alright?”

I nod, “Be safe.”

“No promises,” Kai gives me a grin before closing the door. I gulp when I see some kind of switch flip on them threw the window. Their warm smiles disappear replaced with a cold expression that makes me shiver. I watch them drive away before turning to stare up at the building. When I feel as if I stared enough and I can’t feel my fingers, I slip inside the heavy doors, stepping into the beautiful lobby. Finding the front desk isn’t a problem, but from the way the girl behind me is staring at me, I have a feeling she is going to be. I walk up to the desk resting my hands on the high counter that stops just below my chest, making me feel like a child.

“Can I help you with something?” She asks without even an attempt at a smile.

“I’m here to see Xiumin, Kris or Luhan.”

She scoffs, “Do you have an appointment?”

“I think so, I’m not sure.”

She rolls her eyes at me before looking down at the computer screen in front of her, “They are all booked, so try again later.”

“I was told to come in here and ask for them, so please call up there and ask for them,” I ask with as much politeness I can have with this bitch.

“I can’t call up every time some girl comes in here claiming to be dating one of them. If you are so close please call them yourself,” She smirks triumphantly.

I glare at her, “I don’t have my phone with me.”

“That’s unfortunate, please try again later.”

I huff, “Just give me the phone I will call up.”

“I will not be fired because of you.”

“Fine, if anyone asks you can just say I beat you up or something and you couldn’t stop me. If I’m lying you get to see me be taken away by security.”

She hesitates taking the offer, “Or I could call security now and watch you get carried out?”

I shrug, “That works, too. But what if I’m telling the truth, are you really going to loose your job because you are too rude to make a phone call?”

I can’t help but enjoy the glare she gives me as she picks up the phone to dial, “Hello Insoo-ssi, I have a guest down here who says she has a meeting with one of the chairmen.” She pauses, “Her name?”

“Jooyoung, if they hear it, they will know,” I answer; I watch her echo my name.

“She claims that if you tell them, they will know her.” She laughs, “I know I’m probably getting involved with some bitter ex but humor me.” There is another pause, longer than the others. After about another minute I can’t help but smile when the girl’s eyes go wide and she gulps nervously. “Yes, sir, right away.” She hangs up the phone before bowing deeply, “I’m so sorry for my rudeness, will you please accept my deepest apologies.”

I nod, “Yea, you are forgiven. Can you take me up?”

She nods right away, coming around the desk to lead me past security to a bank of golden elevators. We go to the lone one on the farthest wall, she pulls out a gold card and scans it to open the doors. After waving me in she press the button before stepping out, again bowing deeply. I can only imagine what was said to her, I kind of feel bad for the poor girl.

I stand in the golden elevator in kind of a sleepy trance, my mind tries to fully understand what could be going on, and what time it is. From the way they are dressed I’m guessing it’s related to their other business, something for only big kids to worry about. Oh god now I’m doing it to myself.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts by the elevator doors opening to see two handsome men that I’ve never saw before. We all stare at each other a minute, one is taller than the other, with bleach blonde hair and a jaw that could cut a knife, he looks more like a model then a business man. The smaller one is handsome but pretty, something about him weirdly reminds me of Xiumin.

“You must be lost,” The tall one says with a soft smile. I don’t know why but I shrink into myself, feeling my childish side rear her head.

“What in the world is a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” The smaller one asks, putting his hand out so the door doesn’t close.

“I’m, um, here to see the chairmen,” I answer meekly, staring down at my hands.

“Miss. Jooyoung?” Another man is behind them; he is a lot less intimidating with his soft features and warm smile. “Ah yes, it is you, I’m Mark. Please come in, they will be right out to see you.” He reaches past the two men to lead me out of the elevator into the smaller lobby.

“Are you close with them?” Blondie asks as him and his friend follow us into the lobby’s small sitting area. Mark sits me down in a large comfortable chair before turning around to deal with our followers.

“Sorry Sir, but I’m under strict orders not to let anyone near her,” Mark bows.

“We just asked a question,” The small one snaps back.

Mark gives them a fake apologetic smile, “Please forgive me, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. If you have any issues please talk to my bosses, they would love to talk to you about it.”

“Fine, we will go, no need to get the broom,” Blondie raises his hands in defeat, a small smile still on his face. “It was very nice to meet you Miss Jooyoung. I hope we can meet again.” He gives me a small bow that I stand up to return.

“What a shame, I was hoping to get to know such a cute little thing like you. Definitely next time beautiful,” The small one winks at me before wandering away after his friend. I don’t know why, but I feel bad, like I did something wrong for becoming so meek in front of them. But something in their presence makes me feel like this, not the same as the warm feelings from my daddies; they feel more threatening. My alarms aren’t going off full force but that uneasiness is there; my hands are trembling.

“Little one?” Xiumin calls out, stepping out of one of the three double doors in the room.

“Xiumin oppa,” I answer, trying my best to shake the dirty feeling off of me. Xiumin comes over to me, placing his hands on the arm rests, caging me in to look me over.

“They saw you didn’t they?”

I nod, guessing he is talking about the two men from before.

“Are you okay?” He strokes my cheek gently, he holds my hand when he notices the shaking. “Mark, could you get her some hot tea with plenty of honey? I’m taking her into my office, tell the others when they are done.” Mark nods, giving me a concerned look before rushing off to do that for me. Xiumin picks me up and carries me across the lobby into his office, setting me down on the amazingly comfy couch. He sits down next to me, an arm around my shoulders, worry written all over his face. “Did they say something bad to you? Did they hurt you?”

I shake my head, “They didn’t do anything bad to me, I don’t know what it is but they scare me.”

He holds me tight, kissing my head, “It’s okay baby.” He leans away to look at me, a proud smile on his face, “Those alarms of yours’ are amazing. Keep listening to them.”

“Who were they?” He opens his mouth to respond but I cut him off, already knowing what is about to come out, “Someone a little girl like me shouldn’t worry about.”

Xiumin nods, “You’re getting so smart.”

“So it’s probably pointless to ask where everyone ran off to?”

He pouts cutely, “Why? Am I not enough for you?”

I giggle, “Of course you are good enough.”

“The others will be back in awhile, probably after lunch time, but how about some breakfast? Mark will bring us something to eat,” He kisses my forehead before getting off the couch to go back to his desk.

“Aren’t you going to sit with me?”

He shakes his head, “I need to finish some work first, then you can have all of my attention.”

I huff, I hate being little. I hate how much I want his attention and even with his promise of later, I’m annoyed that I don’t have it now. Never have I ever been such a spoiled brat when it comes to attention, I’ve always preferred it be on anyone but me, yet here I am with my heart breaking at the fact that I’m not the center of his attention or any of my daddies right now.

God what the hell is wrong with me?

Dancing & Jealousy [Tim Drake x Reader]

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry updating has been scarce, school has just been a handful! I don’t know why but this fic was inspired by the song “Something Just Like This” by Coldplay + The Chainsmokers. It’s an awesome song! I hope you all enjoy this loves!

[P/n] - Partners Name


It felt like a normal day enough, you had a new job from you manager. You’re a dancer and have been casted to dance in a new music video. It’d be an understatement to say you ‘like’ your job. This is your dream job, you absolutely adore it. Getting to meet famous people, do what you love, and to make new friends with the people you meet at jobs, it’s amazing!

Tim supports your dancing 100%. You’ve been dating for about three months now. Both of you do your own thing a lot of times. Yes, you hang out and go on dates but you both aren’t very needy. He needs time with his work for Bruce and as Red Robin and you have rehearsals and training almost every day.

Today was no different. Except one thing, Tim decided he wanted to come watch your filming the video. He was finally pulling away from his computer for once. It left you a bit surprised when he asked if he could join you today, you warned him saying it’d probably get boring because there would be a lot of planning and working out steps today. Probably little filming.

But he was okay with it, saying he just wants to see what you do first hand. Which made you grin at him, very happy that he has interest in what you do. Maybe you could even teach him some moves some time.

Walking on to where you’d be shooting many people questioned who Tim was. Finding it adorable that your boyfriend wanted to come and watch you dance. Though Tim’s demeanor changed when you introduced him to your partner.

“[F/n]!” A familiar voice yelled. Looking over to it you saw your partner. He’s tall and muscular, definitely an attractive guy.

“Hey [P/n], ready for today?” You asked while walking over to him. He nodded, “Yeah, I’m ready to knock this out. They want to see a run through of the choreography though before we start planning the actual dancing in the video and recording.” Explaining what the director of the video had told him to relay to you.

“Who’s your friend?” he nodded to Tim behind you. Turning around you noticed his rather angry demeanor. Not thinking much of it you introduced him, “Oh, that’s Tim my boyfriend! Tim come here!” you waved him over. Reluctantly he came to your side, you missing the glare he sent at [P/n]. “Tim this is my partner [P/n].”

“Nice to meet you” [P/n] stuck out his hand. Tim took it strongly, “Yeah” replying shortly. “I’ll be over here” he kissed your cheek before retreating and leaving you confused.

“Uh excuse me a minute, I’ll meet you at the rehearsal” Quickly excusing yourself before chasing after Tim.

“Hey, Tim wait up!” Calling while catching up to him. “Where are you going?” Stepping in front of him to cut off his course. “To call Bruce really quick.”

“Is everything alright?” Your brows furrowed in concern. He nodded, “Yeah I’m fine.” Though you were unconvinced, “Well we’re about to rehearse, want to come watch and call Bruce after?” Intertwining your fingers with his. “[F/n] I-” He began but you cut him off, “Please, that’s why you came. No?”

He sighed in defeat before allowing you to lead him over to where you were rehearsing. Leaving his side you joined [P/n] to begin. The director calling out what he wanted to see, skipping over portions where they would be showing the band during the video. The song you were doing is “Something Just Like This” by Coldplay + The Chainsmokers.

Portions during the chorus were when you and [P/n] would be recorded and a few other parts. Getting ready to start you sent Tim a smile before the music began to play signalling for you to start.

Tim stood by watching, in awed by your dancing and the skill you have. However, he couldn’t help but feel angry. The dancing was rather intimate at times, not dirty dancing, just close. He didn’t realize he was the jealous type until right now. His blood would boil anytime [P/n] had his hands on you.

He understands that it’s supposed to seem like you’re a couple in the video but do you have to be so close? He about exploded when it came to a slower portion in the song where the both of you were touching noses. He had to step away about halfway through the first takes.

Walking away from the crowded area and finding a quiet space a ways away. The music barely audible. Sighing he pulled out his phone and dialed Dick’s number. He’s always been good to talk to when it comes to relationships.

He was tapping his foot impatiently while waiting for Dick to pick up. “Hey Timmy!” Dick’s cheery voice came over the phone. Tim was a bit nervous to talk about this, he had only told Bruce and Alfred about you.

“Hey Dick, can I ask you for some advice really quick?”


“So, uh. Do you ever get jealous? Like about a relationship?” Tim asked quietly even though he was alone. There was silence on the other end before he heard a gasp, “ARE YOU DATING SOMEONE AND DIDN’T TELL ME?” Dick yelled, causing Tim to pull the phone away from his ear, wincing.

“Um, maybe.” Scratching his neck nervously. “We’ll talk about this later, but what’s your question?”

“So, her name’s [F/n] and she’s a dancer. We’ve been together for about three months. Right now she’s recording this music video and her partner is Mr. Tall, Tan, and Handsome. And it’s intimate and I don’t know. I just feel like she could do so much better than me! I mean this guy has to have girls all over him and he can dance like her, I just gah! Dick what do I do?!” He babbled on in his frustration.

“Whoa, Tim slow down. First take a deep breath.” Tim did so before Dick continued, “Now if this girl didn’t like you she wouldn’t be with you, right? And who cares if the dance is intimate, it’s not like it means anything, it’s acting. Tim you’re a great guy and she obviously sees that, don’t sell yourself short.”

“Thanks Dick but I just can’t help but think that I’m not good enough for her. I trust her more than anyone and she know’s about Red Robin. Dick she’s perfect and I don’t want to screw it up.” Tim leaned against the wall. Though he hadn’t realized that everything had wrapped up and you were around the corner, trying not to eavesdrop.

“You won’t, just be yourself. I know that sounds cliché but it’s what works. If you trust her with your job as Red Robin then she must be something special. Just have confidence. Now I have to get ready for patrol tonight, if you’re really nervous and jealous about this guy just talk to her.” Tim smiled at the advice his brother had given him. “I will thanks Dick”

“No problem, now I better get to meet her. I can’t believe you’ve been together for three months and we haven’t met her. Am I the only one that knows?” He asked as Tim laughed nervously. “Uh, Bruce and Alfred know of her. Bruce wasn’t too happy when I told him that she knows, but he’s over it.”

“YOU TOLD BRUCE BEFORE ME?! WHAT THE HELL TIM!” Dick yelled again. “I didn’t necessarily tell him, he learned it himself, he is you know who.”

“Yeah but I better meet her soon! Got it?!” Dick laughed on the other end. “Yeah you will, I promise. Thanks Dick see you at home.” He heard him chuckle over the line, “No problem, go get your girl Timbers” He finished before hanging up.

Sighing he dropped his phone in his pocket before turning to see you standing there. You laughed nervously before walking up to him, he noticed the bag hanging over your shoulder. “I, uh, didn’t know you were the jealous type.” chuckling nervously.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah I uh, didn’t know it either until I met Mr. Tall, Tan, and Handsome.” He noticed your smile drop, “You don’t think you’re handsome?” looking at him incredulously.

“Well I know I’m not as tall as him, or as tan, and I’m –” he began but you cut him off. “You’re handsome, smart, caring, strong, you believe in me and trust me, you treat me better than anyone ever has and I love everything about you. Yes, maybe you’re not 6 foot and don’t go to a tanning bed every weekend, but that doesn’t make you any less attractive. I find you 10x as amazing and handsome than anyone on this planet. Please don’t ever feel like you’re not good enough for me because you’re wrong. If anything I don’t deserve you.” Cupping his face in your hands.

Tim smiled, speechless. He leaned down and connected his lips to yours softly. Both of you relishing in the moment before he pulled away, “Thank you” he whispered. You giggled, “No problem, now let’s go to my place and watch a movie” taking his hand and tugging him with you.

Grinning he met your side and you leaned on his shoulder. Kissing your temple he thought, ‘Dick and everyone is going to love her, but not as much as me.’

Blitzstone - Nabbi’s Tavern

Author’s Note: This is set after the events of Hammer of Thor, so WARNING: There will be spoilers for HoT at the very beginning of this fic. Only the first paragraph contains spoilers, so just scroll down a little if you haven’t finished Hammer of Thor yet. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Magnus Chase. 

After Blitzen and Hearthstone returned to Blitzen’s Best, they slowly recovered from their adventures in Jotunheim. They had a long adventure ahead of them - finding Loki and recapturing him, then delaying Ragnarok - again. 

One evening, Blitzen decided to take Hearth for a drink at Nabbi’s Tavern. They both needed a break from work and thinking about their future adventures. They had time now to rest, and in Blitzen’s case, get drunk. 

“Hey, Nabbi.” Blitzen sat down at the bar with Hearthstone. “Can I get two glasses of mead, one for myself and one for Hearth?” 

Nabbi grinned at the pair. “Of course.” He poured them each a cup and after naming the cups, handed them to Hearth, who seemed surprised. “This is your first time here, isn’t it?” 

Hearthstone nodded as Blitzen said, “I’m going to use the restroom,” and got up, leaving Hearthstone alone with Nabbi. 

Nabbi watched Blitzen turn the corner and asked Hearthstone, “When are you going to tell that man how you feel?” 

Planning to tonight, Hearth replied. He wasn’t surprised that Nabbi knew. Everyone already assumed they were dating, and they had gotten so used to it that they’d just stopped correcting people at this point. It wasn’t as embarrassing as it had been in the beginning, which had led Hearthstone to realize his love for the dwarf. 

“Well,” Nabbi said, “let me know if you want a refill on that cup.” Hearthstone nodded and thanked him as Blitzen returned from the bathroom.

Blitzen downed his cup and turned to Hearth. You want to play a game of pool? he signed. His signs were a bit hard to read, thought Hearth as he tried to decipher them. 

You’re on. Nabbi gave them the triangle, the pool balls, and two sticks, and went to set up by the pool table before grabbing their drinks, which had been refilled. Hearthstone was still feeling nervous about telling Blitzen how he felt, and he needed all the courage he could get at this point. 

Watch out, Blitzen signed. I might actually beat you this time. Magnus and I play pool in Valhalla all the time. I’ve gotten some practice.

The look in his eyes was teasing, and Hearth shook his head just as teasingly. Bring it, dwarf. 

Blitzen’s jaw dropped. Oh, you’ll regret that, he signed. Hearth shrugged indifferently as Blitzen picked up his stick to break, which would begin the game. He knocked two solid balls in and Hearth stared. He really had gotten good. The first time they had ever played, when they first met, Hearthstone had creamed him. 

Blitzen looked smug, and he took a long drink before knocking one more of his balls into the hole. He missed the fourth shot - it rested along the edge of the hole. Blitzen cursed in sign language before stepping back to give Hearth room. 

Blitzen won one round, and then Hearth won the second. They spent the evening at the tavern, first eating dinner and then downing more cups of mead. By the end of the night, Blitzen and Hearthstone were most definitely drunk. “Well, we should go,” Blitzen said to Nabbi, slurring his words and making it difficult for Hearth to read his lips. The elf’s gaze lingered on Blitzen’s lips a second longer than it took to read them, and Nabbi grinned. Tell him, he signed to Hearth before returning to his work. Blitzen took Hearth’s arm and led him out of the tavern. 

It took a while to get to their apartment above Blitzen’s Best, because they kept stumbling into each other. Then it took both of them to get the key in the lock and turn it, because their hands were shaking so much. When they finally got inside, Hearth knew that if he was going to tell Blitzen how he felt, he would have to do it now. Blitzen was going to go into his bedroom and Hearthstone would go to sleep on his tanning bed. 

Hearth tapped Blitzen’s shoulder. I have to tell you something, he signed, trying his best to hold his hands steady. But he couldn’t remember the last time he had been this wasted. Neither of them would probably remember this in the morning. 

So tell me, Blitzen signed back.

Hearthstone raised his hands to sign the words I love you, but figured that Blitzen might think Hearth was too drunk to know what he was saying, or that maybe Blitzen would think he meant it platonically. So he did something that Blitzen wouldn’t be able to misunderstand. 

He kissed Blitzen. 

Hearthstone pulled the dwarf into his arms, holding him close. Blitzen gasped and wrapped his arms around the elf’s neck. They stumbled backwards and leaned on the kitchen counter, Blitzen standing on his toes to reach Hearth’s lips. Blitzen’s kisses were messy but passionate, and Hearth tasted the spiciness of the alcohol in his mouth. 

No kiss had ever made Hearth feel like this, this fire that was coursing through his veins and spreading through his fingers and toes. Blitzen’s lips were hot against his own, his fingers running through Hearth’s hair as their tongues twisted together. 

Hearth’s fingers found the silky fabric of Blitzen’s tie, and he found himself loosening the knots. Blitzen was mumbling against his mouth, and it took a moment for Hearthstone to realize that he was trying to pull away. Hearth immediately let go, wondering if he’d made Blitzen uncomfortable. Wait, his best friend was signing, his tie hanging loose around his shoulders and several of his shirt buttons undone, revealing smooth brown skin. He looked adorable like that, his clothes wrinkled and his lips red and swollen from the kissing. We shouldn’t do this tonight, when we’re drunk and we won’t remember it in the morning. 

Hearth nodded in agreement. He had to admit Blitzen was right. He didn’t want to do anything that his best friend was uncomfortable with, especially when they were drunk. The last thing Hearthstone wanted to do was hurt him. So, what now? Hearth signed. 

Blitzen thought for a moment. Let’s talk about this in the morning, he suggested. And then, if you still want to be with me, I would be honored. 

Hearth smiled. That’s fair, he agreed. 

Blitzen’s smile took his breath away. OK, he signed. Goodnight, Hearth. 

Goodnight, Blitzen. Hearth blushed as his best friend stood on his toes to kiss the elf’s cheek before going into his bedroom and closing the door behind him. 

Blitzen woke the next morning with a pounding headache. He was so focused on the pain that it took him a minute to recall the events from last night. When he did, he sat up straight in bed, his eyes widening. 

He had made out with Hearthstone. 

He remembered soft lips caressing his own, silky hair between his fingers and fingers loosening his tie. Then he remembered the conversation they’d had afterwards and groaned, flopping back onto his pillow. 

He knew that they had to discuss what had happened between them last night. It was inevitable. He lived with Hearth - he wouldn’t be able to avoid him. And, he didn’t want to. 

Blitzen walked out into the living room, where Hearth was watching TV. After taking an aspirin, he went to sit on the couch beside his best friend. Hearth looked over at him, blushing and avoiding his gaze. “Hey,” Blitzen said, putting a gentle hand on his arm. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Hearth looked up at him, and Blitzen sighed in relief. He didn’t want things to be awkward between them. I promised we would talk, Blitzen signed. 

Hearth nodded. I’m sorry, he signed, to Blitzen’s surprise. I shouldn’t have kissed you last night. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable, I promise. I should have waited until we were sober and told you how I feel about you then. 

Blitzen shook his head. I wasn’t uncomfortable, Hearth, he signed. I wasn’t then and I’m not now. I just want to know if you still want to be with me, now that the alcohol is out of our systems. 

I want to be with you, Blitzen, Hearth signed, and the dwarf’s heart leapt. He’d been half expecting a no, especially seeing how embarrassed Hearthstone looked when he saw Blitzen this morning. I just needed some courage to do something about how I felt. The alcohol helped. 

I understand, Blitzen replied. But you don’t need to get drunk to tell me how you feel. 

Hearth nodded, blushing a little. Blitzen thought Hearthstone looked adorable when he blushed, and he moved closer to the elf. His elf. 

Their second kiss was softer and deeper than their first. It was even more wonderful because they were both sober and they knew alcohol wasn’t affecting their decision making. It was a simple kiss, just lips brushing together and lingering for a moment before they pulled away. 

Hearthstone was grinning and Blitzen could feel the corners of his own mouth tilting up. I love you, Hearth, Blitzen signed. I want to be with you more than I have ever wanted anything. 

Hearth’s eyes filled with tears. I love you, Blitzen, he signed, and pulled the dwarf into his arms, kissing him again. 

I am so fucking tired of white people pretending that our world isn’t Eurocentric as all fuck. I grew up desi, with a desi mother, her desi family, with desi friends. Yeah, I may have lost touch with the innermost lifestyle of being indian, but I’ve been there before. Skin care was geared solely towards lightening skin tone as much as possible. A while girl tried to argue with me today, with her premise that everyone wants to get darker because white people go tanning in tanning beds and tan outside. I specifically remember as a child that my mom’s friends houses would have skin care products like Fair and Lovely and some even had bleach based skin products. We were always discouraged from spending time in the sun and we weren’t supposed to get too dark. This is a real fucking thing. I’ve done a lemon juice bath treatment to lighten my skin tone before, as a fucking child, and that wasn’t an unheard of thing to do. It was just a normal fucking thing, it was something we all came up knowing, everyone tried to hedge their bets and be as lightskinned as possible. Yeah things are a little different now, not that I experienced it that long ago, but regardless internalized Eurocentric beauty standards is a fucking real thing.

lesbianporg  asked:

mercys a white aryan woman who bakes cookies for the homophobic mothers society and complains about how pricy it is to go to a tanning bed

mercy gets a light tan and walks up to symmetra and says “haha i’m almost as dark as you now”

Bath Masterlist

Links Last Checked: August 2nd, 2017

Bath Time - huggabae

Summary: Dan get’s dirtier than he can clean himself, so Phil says he has to have a bath. Dan doesn’t like that, and eventually Phil gets him in the water, and Dan ends up leaving liking baths a lot more.

Bubble Baths - interrupted-by-fireworks

Summary: In which Dan gets a bit worked up over Phil falling asleep in the bath tub and Phil has a great idea how to soothe Dan’s mind. It’s a win/win for both of them, really.

Bubbles -andromehdas

Summary: General Angst/Bath Fluff.

Bubbles - howelling-lester

Summary: Cute, fluffy Phan sharing a bubble bath.

Dragon’s Eggs - phandot

Summary: Fluffy bath bomb fic.

Nowhere Else I’d Rather Be -  literallyoutubetrash

Summary: Phil tweeted about forgetting he was running a bath and said ‘now we have a mini pool party in the bathroom’ and Dan was like is that why you told me not to go downstairs’?

Radiate - mybeautifuldarktwistedphantasy

Summary: Phil tries to draw a bath for Dan but gets distracted by their own domesticity.

Rose Petals And Warm Water - lavenderlester

Summary: Dan and Phil cuddles in the bath after a long day.

Rub a Dub Dub, Two Men in a Tub - kawaii-kanai

Summary: Phil is starting to get sick so Dan suggests he go take a bath before bed.

See I Could do Without a tan on my Left Hand - phhantastic

Summary: phil finds dan in the bath, with a smile on his face. taking baths are nice but this one is lovely.

Stress And Bath Bombs -  howellsaesthetic

Summary: Dan has been stressed, so Phil decides to take matters into his own hands.

Tell Me That You’re Alright - show-me-our-faulted-stars

Summary: Dan notices everything about Phil, especially when he looks broken. He fixes him with bubble baths and cuddles, chinese food and kisses.

The Bathtub Time Machine (ao3) - phansparent

Summary: Dan is having a rough day and just wants to be alone in the bath, but an unexpected song comes on, and now he needs Phil to touch him.

You Make Bath Time Lots Of Fun - linguistphil

Summary: Bath sex.

To all the people going to prom this year:
  1. If you or someone you know is going on a diet to slim down for prom, make sure you play it safe. Don’t starve yourself and make sure your friend doesn’t starve themselves either. Consult your doctor or a nurse practitioner before going on a diet. 
  2. If you are getting in shape by exercising, know your limits. If you can’t run or do a certain exercise, there are tons of substitutes. Always stretch before AND after a workout. Prom won’t be fun if you have a torn muscle or something like that.
  3. If you choose to go tanning, whether in a bed, or a spray booth, or just laying on your lawn, you need to know that there is no such thing as a safe tanning method. Tanning beds can cause melanoma, even if you only go once. The chemicals in a spray tan are just that, chemicals. They can fuck with your respiratory system, even if you’re healthy. The sun’s rays are just as damaging as the rays in a tanning bed, so always wear sunblock with an SPF of at least 15. 
  4. If you don’t have a date, go with friends! 
  5. If you do have a date, go with friends!
  6. It is 100% LEGAL for a gay/lesbian/trans couple to go to prom. Know your rights.
  7. Girls: get your hair and makeup done the day of prom, get your nails done the day before.
  8. Make an appointment early.
  9. Rent a limo with as many friends as you can and split the cost!
  10. Now this is important: DON’T DO DRUGS OR DRINK!!! Seriously, this is a night you want to remember, don’t get fucked up before so that you don’t remember a thing about it later, that’s no fun!
  11. Don’t be ashamed to be you! Ladies, if y’all wanna wear suits, go for it! Gents, y’all saw Jaden Smith killin it in that dress, so go for it if you want! If you’re like me and have bad acne on your back and have a strapless dress but you don’t want people to see it, get a shoulder wrap that goes with your dress.
  12. Above all, treat everyone with the respect you deserve. If someone is off on their own and looking nervous, have them join your squad, it will make their night better

    Have fun all you party people, and stay safe!!! 

anonymous asked:

GoM+Kagami+Himuro+Imayoshi reaction when their s/o is playing otome games (and saying things like "I love you too", "OMG, you're so sexy~~", "Kyaaa~~ I'm going to confess to him" and things like that to the character in the game) and not giving them attention at all. Thank you :3

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I don’t get these posts that go like “parts of me wants to be the hot banana in the lunch box and the other part of me wants to stink and sip coffee stains in a pyramid library hotel”

like you can wear turquoise socks and a dozen grandfather clocks and sip mud dirt and dance in the typhoons and go to the gym and curl up in tanning beds and go to big petting zoos with just plants

you can literally have it all

the world is yours

erthkwake  asked:

How can you be happy with being unhealthy? It has been proven time and again that being fit is EASY: EAT LESS. I am 5'7 and 170 pounds. I have not reached my goal yet, however I used to be a fattie, and I worked my ass off, and I continue to work my ass off (LITERALLY) every day. I can't even begin to tell you how great it feels to run up stairs without panting and sweating. Promoting an unhealthy lifestyle is IRRESPONSIBLE!!! You're a teacher ffs, teach your kids to be healthy.

I could not give less of a damn that some former fatty lost some weight and now thinks they’re all high and mighty. You don’t know diddly squat about my health, but if you did you’d know that some generic model of health is not my idol. I have no interest in being “fit” as you call it, I have no interest in eating less, and I have no interest in losing weight.

I make lifestyle choices that make me happy– I swim laps, I do jazzercise, I eat deep fried twinkies and heaps of white bread, candy, and pasta, I’ve never tried alcohol, cigs, coffee, pot etc, I go tanning 3x a week in tanning beds, I eat organic fruits and veggies, etc etc etc. Those are all just personal choices that I, as a person with bodily autonomy, choose to make.

The last thing students need is another source using scare tactics to shame them about being overweight, or shoving their healthism and ableism down their throats. Teaching them to love themselves as they are is what I do, and I wish someone had taught you not to send unwanted and unnecessary messages to strangers online.