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100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  25. “OH MY GOD CATHERINE! I JUST SAW A NARWHAL! I’M TELLING YOU, I SAW A FREAKIN’ WHALE UNICORN!”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas

The name Hitler does not offend a black South African because Hitler is not the worst thing a black South African can imagine. Every country thinks their history is the most important, and that’s especially true in the West. But if black South Africans could go back in time and kill one person, Cecil Rhodes would come up before Hitler. If people in the Congo could go back in time and kill one person, Belgium’s King Leopold would come way before Hitler. If Native Americans could go back in time and kill one person, it would probably be Christopher Columbus or Andrew Jackson.

I often meet people in the West who insist that the Holocaust was the worst atrocity in human history, without question. Yes, it was horrific. But I often wonder, with African atrocities like in the Congo, how horrific were they? The thing Africans don’t have that Jewish people do have is documentation. The Nazis kept meticulous records, took pictures, made films. And that’s really what it comes down to. Holocaust victims count because Hitler counted them. Six million people killed. We can all look at that number and be rightly horrified. But when you read through the history of atrocities against Africans, there are no numbers, only guesses. It’s harder to be horrified by a guess. When Portugal and Belgium were plundering Angola and the Congo, they weren’t counting the black people they slaughtered. How many black people died harvesting rubber in the Congo? In the gold and diamond mines of the Transvaal?

So in Europe and America, yes, Hitler is the Greatest Madman in History. In Africa he’s just another strongman from the history books.

—  Trevor Noah, Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood

This au or crossover (I don’t know how to call it ) is quite strange

Yuuri and viktor are completely out of character I know that there aren’t any similarities between these 4 people (thanks god there aren’t ) I just wanted to try to redraw this scene because when I saw it for the first time it was really intense But I could never picture yuuri and viktor in a story like killing stalking I wasn’t sure if even post it online because I guessed many people wouldn’t like the idea ( and I totally get it) but I worked many hours on it The only thing I want to say is: don’t take this drawing too seriously I just did it for fun

Chamber of Secrets - Part 14

Originally posted by ariesw1493

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: Eeeeeeeeep! It’s getting closer and closer! This one was really fun to write, I hope you guys like this one 😉

Also, kinda (very) out of topic, but mom readers out there, any tips in dealing with toddlers who just won’t fucking eat? I’m running out of ideas and I’m so damn close to a mental breakdown.  

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I see so many people not getting the poster and being so rude and obnoxious about it. Did people really think the wedding was just going to be a subplot of the episode? I see so many people being like well this was something that was supposed to be about everyone with the wedding also in there?

It’s like. Emma is the main character. Always has been. They were never going to make it just a subplot. This was never going to just be one of the “many things” going on in the episode. It was always going to be the main thing because she is the MAIN character.

Not to mention the poster

1. Isn’t going to be changed by your upset.

2. Is what it is assumedly for budget reasons. I’m guessing they put the imagery of a hook and rings in there also because putting pictures of PEOPLE in there would SPOIL the episode and it’s cheaper.

3. This isn’t your story. I don’t know how many times i’ve seen people miss this point. But would i be upset if it was a Rumple picture or something? Nah. But maybe a bit jealous or sad it didn’t have my faves. Would I be petitioning and writing the actors and creators about it? No because 1. it’s not going to do anything. 2. you are taking away the enjoyment of people who actually work on and make the show. and 3. What we want doesn’t really matter. We are along for the ride. This is A/E’s story. And we’re free to bitch and moan all that we want but we are also free to get off the ride. We can’t tell them what to do because this ISNT OUR STORY to create, write or shape. Also Idk about you but if i don’t like a ride I tend to stop riding it. I don’t throw a fit and try to shut it down. 

4. It’s a poster for an episode. A fricken poster. Dear lord, please save me from how greatly this fandom is bothered by such small things. You don’t know what else they will release. You have no idea what else is coming for your faves.

5. Stop attacking people who are happy about this. Let people live my god.

Idk i’m just so over the juvenille ass reactions from people. Stop trying to pretend this story belongs more to you than it does the creators. Be upset all you want but the minute you start bombarding an actresses page and a creators page tarnishing their work imagine if I came to you and did the same about your fan art, your fic, your pictures, your set visit footage. It wouldn’t feel nice because it isn’t nice. It’s childish. JMO might be a big girl. But damn let her be excited about her work and be upset in your own sphere without turning something good for WHOMEVER is experiencing it INTO SOMETHING SOUR.

Before I got on this god forsaken website I was a fan of every single character. Some more than others sure. But there was nothing solidly that I despised. This show brought me all AMAZING FEELINGS. And to log on and see so many angry mean spirited cruel people really has turned a show that has helped me through some serious things feel more like a burden than anything else.

This post isn’t for you guys with an opinion different than mine. That’s fine. I’m okay with you not liking something or wanting it differently, and what I’m okay with anyways shouldn’t matter to how you feel or respond. This post is directed at those that just want so desperately to let the entire fricken world know just how angry they are and ensuring that anyone else who is happy is forced to feel whatever upset feelings you are having. I mean tags are being invaded. I’m seeing threats being made. Grow up. 

Don’t call me “high functioning”

Let me tell you something about autism

I know an autistic person who

  • Can usually make eye contact for short periods
  • Can usually understand body language
  • Can usually understand sarcasm
  • Rarely goes nonverbal
  • Rarely has meltdowns or shutdowns
  • Does not stim “loudly” around other people

This person does not look autistic, they can hold conversations and pass as neurotypical. They seem to be “high functioning”.

I also know an autistic person who

  • Often cannot go to the store alone
  • Often cannot tolerate being touched
  • Often forgets to do things like shower and eat
  • Often cannot hear people speaking to him when other people are talking
  • Often cannot change tasks/start a new task without intervention even for important things like switching from browsing Tumblr to getting food
  • Often gets disoriented by sensory overload in stores, schools, workplaces, restaurants and even just walking down the street
  • Often cannot maintain focus long enough to watch anything but simple cartoons or read anything but simple comics

This person will likely never function independently, complete college or have a job. They will likely always require support from family, friends or partners. They seem to be “low functioning”

Guess what?

They’re both me.

The point is that no matter how high functioning an autistic person appears in conversation with you, you’re only seeing part of the picture. I without fail am always told I must be “high functioning” when I say I’m autistic because all people are looking at are my social skills (and I received intervention when young that taught me many of the social skills I was lacking) but the reality is autism involves much more than that and by many other standards I am “low functioning”. Those just happen to be the aspects of it that are invisible to the people who don’t help to care for me.

Regardless of how valid you believe functioning labels to be it’s inappropriate to apply them to an autistic person without their permission, especially if you don’t know them well. Autism is not that simple and many of the things that affect a persons ability to function aren’t easy to see.

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So, in light of the voltron leaks, I’d like to have a discussion. There are two ways to address people when they make a mistake like this. You can either “call them out” and forever immortalize what they’ve said in a post like with @/sir-scandalous and @/keiths-salt, or you can talk to them.

I saw this person, and immediately what they said rubbed me the wrong way. They seemed misguided and… Honestly? Young. I’m guessing the 14 in their age points to their name, but for them to be witch hunted like this before ANYONE talked them through this is wrong. Even someone I follow on twitter decided to quote tweet them instead of having a discussion.

Now, why am I upset about how this was handled? Because it speaks to the larger picture here. In many fandoms, but especially the voltron fandom, ship wars and embarrassing behavior is common. The major defining factor is that we’re not seeing each other as people. 

They made a petty threat because they wanted their ship to be canon, not thinking about the studio as people who are working to create something. Voice actors, writers, animators, even creators of shows are held up as all powerful idols that can word-of-god your ship into canon and are pestered for it. Insults and threats are thrown out like rocks from a slingshot, aiming to damage others if they don’t do what you say. The only way we can calm this fandom is to TALK to people we disagree with. 

Do you want to know how I got them to realize what they were saying? I talked. Nicely. I told them the reality of the situation and offered a shoulder to lean on if they needed help. I asked others to back off when we’d already talked things out. 

Not everything has to be a battle. Voltron is an example of using your fists as a solution, but if you really just sit down and use some empathy, we can make this fandom a better place.

The Internet

Welcome to the land of the free and

the home of the brave, a place where

you can find anything and everything.

The internet is something we all hold

very close to hearts, without it there

would be no life as we know it. Since the

beginning of time internet has roamed

around the world.

It seems now a days people are

born with iphones and amazing skills at

how to ‘internet’. Need friends? Well

guess what the internet has them.

Wanna buy clothes but your too lazy to

go out, buy some on the internet, just

remember it won’t look the same on you

as shown in the picture.

Tired of being alone and having no

one care about you? Find your true love

on the internet, but be warned they

don’t always look the same as they

show. So many fall so deep into the

internet they believe everything they

see. “Wanna burn fat fast follow these 5

rules and burn 20 pounds in two days!”.

BREAKING NEWS! It isn’t real, you

can have doctors praising a pill, “Dr. Lee

swears on this product, 100%

guaranteed to help you shed pounds

thanks to our main ingredient green

powder herbs mixed with tea. This will

also help you get the glowing skin you

always wished for”

What about Facebook?! Using

you status bar as your diary as if

someone actually gives a damn, We get

Becky you like Starbucks. It’s the same

thing with Instagram; the need to have a

certain amount of followers in order to

be considered someone special.

Can we talk about how these

websites know exactly what we want.

You scroll down your news board on

Facebook and boom an ad of christian

mingle right when you got tired of being

single.
The internet, we must protect

this thing at all costs, what would we be

without it? Well maybe people would get

off the couch and get a job. There’d be

less people living with their parents

while they’re 30 that’s for sure. The

internet, it’s the land of the free and the

home of the brave, extremely overrated

and under appreciated. Remember kids

it’s dangerous and will ruin your life so

proceed with caution.

anonymous asked:

Yo, what if you made a crossover of Higher and Caffeine. I would read the fuck outta that.

Ask and ye shall receive


Originally posted by porkdo-bi

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You felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest as his face buried into the crook of your neck. You giggled, feeling his dry lips press against your skin, his tongue peeking out slightly to lick you there playfully. 

You wriggled in his arms, turning to face him. He moved to press his face into your chest, sighing peacefully as he hugged you closer. 

“Jongdae, you have a pillow for a reason,” you croaked, your voice still affected with sleep.

He hummed, “This is my pillow.” 

You scoffed, your fingers moving to run your fingers through his hair, trying to fix the parts that were sticking out. He hummed again, one of his legs moving over yours, trapping your legs between his.

“Keep doing that,” he murmured, nuzzling into your chest as you moved your other hand to his hair as well, combing through the strands lightly with your fingers. He moaned softly and you giggled, leaning down to press a kiss on top of his head. 

You continued playing with his hair, feeling yourself being lulled back to sleep. Jongdae’s breathing was becoming more shallow again, and you knew he was falling asleep again too. Thank god you had the day off, because the last thing you wanted to do was get u-

Your head snapped up and you grabbed your phone off the bedside table, making Jongdae groan in protest at your sudden movement. You gasped, looking at the time. 

“You don’t have the day off!” you cried, remembering how your boyfriend was complaining the night before about having to go to work the next day while you got to stay home and relax. You pushed him off of you, watching a pout form on his lips as you showed him the time. “It’s almost eleven, you’re so late, oh my god, how are you this late-” 

He reached out to pull you down on him of him, the corners of his mouth twisting up as he smiled, “I guess I’m staying home today then. I mean, if I’m already this late, then why bother getting up?” 

Your eyes widened at how relaxed he was being. Yeah, there was the occasional morning where you two stayed in bed, calling in that you were going to be late, but it was never this late. 

“Jongdae, you can’t be serious,” you replied, glaring at him. He frowned slightly, releasing you as you pulled away from him, continuing, “I’ll go make you coffee, you should go get ready, like now.” 

He sighed, sitting up and stretching upward, taking his sweet time to get out of bed while you were already heading towards the kitchen. Before you could leave, however, he caught your arm, pulling you back into his chest once more. 

“Why do you have to be so good?” he whined, his hands sliding up your sleep shirt to draw patterns on your skin with his fingers. You wanted to protest immediately, but his lips were suddenly on your neck before you could say a word, planting slow, wet kisses on your skin. “Just…for a bit…why not…join me…in the shower?” he breathed, stopping at a spot on your neck to suck at the skin there, making you whimper. 

No. You weren’t going to fall for this. 

You pulled out of his grasp again, and he groaned, sitting back onto the bed, upset by his failure to sway you. 

You crossed your arms, your eyes wide as you urged, “Jongdae, seriously, you’re risking your job!” 

He smirked, falling onto his back and putting his hands behind his back, humming, “Don’t worry, I can assure you my position is secure. Now do you wanna spend the day with me? There’s this restaurant I’ve been wanting to go to-” 

You groaned, turning around and stomping into the kitchen. He was being an idiot, why wouldn’t he just go to work? Why wasn’t he taking this seriously? You could already hear him whining about having to get up as he followed you, shuffling into the kitchen as you started to make coffee for yourself. 

“Wait, you’re not making any for me?” he asked cutely, tilting his head to the side. “Why are you mad at me? I just wanna spend time with you.” He shuffled up to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and you sighed, wriggling away from his grasp. 

“Jongdae,” you began, turning to face him as you leaned on the counter. “Your job is important, how can you act this carefree about it? Have you even called in yet?” You voice had at tinge of annoyance now, and he sighed, biting down on his lower lip as he stared at you.

His voice was much quieter when he replied seriously, “I told you, my job is secure. You don’t have to worry about it. Trust me, okay?” 

You shook your head, scoffing lightly, “What do you mean secure? You can’t just skip work and expect to keep your position, okay? What are you, twelve?” You paused, calming yourself before your insults became too harsh. You swallowed, continuing, “I’m just worried, okay?” 

“You have no reason to be, okay? I know what I’m talking about.” 

You groaned, burying your face in your hands as you turned back around, sighing, “Of course you do, you know everything. I’m just an idiot telling you to go to work, it’s not like you need to do that or anything-” 

“Please,” he interrupted, his hands reaching to turn your around again. “Please stop. I just…I’m not lying, okay? My job is safe, everything is fine. I promise.” 

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. Now that you thought about it, Jongdae was actually late to work pretty often. Many times he chose to spend mornings with you, calling in before going in late. 

But you would’ve noticed if something had changed, if he had gotten fired or something…so how could he be so calm about it all? 

You watched his throat move as he swallowed, and the look in his eyes told you there was something he was hiding from you. You heart dropped and you wondered, what was so bad about his job that he was hiding something about it from you? You knew where he worked; it was a pretty famous company, and you’d been to his office before. 

How could there be anything more? 

“Come here,” he muttered, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pulled your towards the couch, sitting you down before he sat next to you his eyes staring at the ground. “This is going to sound really weird. You might not believe me. That’s actually the reason I haven’t told you about it yet,” he admitted, his lips pressing together. “It’s not exactly the most believable story.” 

You took a shaky breath, your heart racing as you waited for him to speak again. He sighed.

“You know where I work,” he started, his fingers playing with yours as he went on. “I’m pretty sure you know what group owns the company too, right?” 

You nodded, the gears slowing in your mind as you wondered where this conversation was headed. “The Kim group,” you said slowly, raising a brow. “What do they have to do with anything?” 

He bit his lip, continuing, “I told you, this is going to sound really weird…but, um…the chairman of the Kim group? He’s…um…he’s…my father.” 

Silence. The gears still weren’t turning in your mind because he was right, that sounded completely unrealistic and unbelievable and you weren’t exactly sure how to respond. 

“You…Jongdae, do you really have to play with me like this-” you started, and he put his face into his hands, shaking his head. 

“No, no, I’m serious. Why do you think I’m always late? Why do you think I have such a nice office despite the fact that sometimes I don’t even bother to go?” he asked, lifting his head to look into your eyes. “You know how much I make, and you know that’s not exactly a small amount. How do you think that is?” 

He swallowed, breathing shakily as you watched him. He closed his eyes, biting his lip again.

“He…he had an affair with my mom,” muttered Jongdae, blinking rapidly. “Nobody knew she existed, so when he found out she was pregnant with me, he paid her to shut up. And he guaranteed he’d provide whatever was necessary to keep it that way.” 

There was another moment of silence, and you watched him, seeing his cheeks turn pink. He looked down, sniffling lightly as he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself down.

“So…you really are his son?” you asked, making sense of all the words Jongdae was telling you. You wanted to laugh, because it all really did sound so ridiculous. How could you be dating a son of one of the most successful entrepreneurs in the country? 

But the look on his face told you he was telling the truth and you reached out, touching his hair. What had he gone through with his family? You’d always wondered why he never had any family pictures, save for the portrait of his mother that he kept in his wallet. You’d always assumed there had been some sort of falling-out. 

But you never could have guessed this.

“So…um…yeah,” he muttered, looking back up at you again. “Now you know, I guess.” He sighed, shrugging, “I mean, I don’t usually tell people because they start asking for all sorts of favors. They want a job, a car, an opportunity to sell their product, a meeting with my brothers-” 

“Brothers?” you asked, trying to remember how many sons the chairman of the Kim group had. 

“Uh, well, half-brothers,” he added, biting his lip. “Junmyeon and Jongin.” 

Your eyes widened and you squeaked, “Wait, so Kim Junmyeon…the Kim Junmyeon…is your brother- I mean, half-brother? Bachelor of the year, freakishly rich, heir to the Kim group…that Kim Junmyeon?” 

The corner of his mouth quirked upward as he smiled knowingly.

“That would be the one.” 

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anonymous asked:

What was the general reaction by their fans when Lucio and Dva got together?

oh boy

  • Many people have already started shipping them, even telling D.va this while she streamed her games. She laughed at first, but when they became official, she was almost stunned at how people guessed their realtionship.  
  • It was chaos. So many chats and news about them getting together. Both superstars and both in love. It was everywhere. 
  • There were fights over what to call them. L.va or even Ducio but in the end BunnyRibbit won and everyone agreed it was for the best.
  • So many pictures of them and people telling them they hope they have a long and happy life together. Or course, there was some backlash. Fans getting angry that their ‘wife’ or ‘husband’ was taken from them. It was easy to ignore the haters though, many people support them.  

TO WONDER; Chapter Two, History’s Greatest Wonder

Summary: Studying art history abroad was supposed to be easy. It’s the second semester of your Freshman year. Meeting a gorgeous woman was a thought in the back of your head. This gorgeous woman having deadly secrets of her own wad not a thought in the back of your head.

Word Count: 9,639

Pairing: Diana Prince x Reader; Wonder Woman x Reader

A/N: So, this will be a, uh, story? A series? I’m not sure yet. I do have the third chapter started. This is a long chapter. I just kind of went with it? Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks :)

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The Louvre is full. More so than yesterday. You patiently wait near the statue of Aphrodite. A quick glance at your phone lets you know its 10 minutes past 12. All the ‘what ifs’ run through you mind like a guinea pig on a wheel. You begin to think she stood you up or just plain forgot about you. You grab your stuff slowly, hoping she will appear if you go slow enough. No show once everything was in your arms. You venture to the exit.

Your walk was slow. Your hope slowly going away as despair and anger filled you. The crisp air couldn’t bother you with the sun beating down. A beautiful combination. A wonderful day for art. Your mood keeps you from staying at the Louvre, wanting to get as far away from there as possible.

The streets are full of people hustling around. Some to are going to work, others to breakfast. The teens are walking off to who knows where, then there was you. Walking slowly, with dismay on your face. She could have been flirting to make you feel better, playing at your heart strings you think to yourself. Even more crushing is the fact you won’t be able to see the behind the scenes and learn more about what the Louvre has to offer.

You slow your walking, to the point you just stop and stare. There is this wall on an old brick building, dedicated to the late Superman. Low quality photos civilians have taken of him flying by. Some from the conference that took a drastic right turn into turmoil. Grainy pictures of what seems to be an average man interacting with normal, everyday people. It really makes you think, how many amazingly talented, superhero like people you have crossed paths with in the past.

A simple memorial means everything to people who’s lives have been affected by this one man who never asked to be the world’s martyr. You guess this world is as much of your home as it is his. Well, was his.

You look around, realizing you have never been around here before. You notice across the street a vendor selling flowers. You dig in your pocket to see if you have enough change. Crossing the street you look over the selection of flowers being offered for sell. You pay the vendor for the bouquet of flowers and walk back over to the wall of valor for a single man. A simple bow holding the bohquet together. Laying down the flowers next to the others surrounding the large portrait of the godly man, you step back to take it all in. A man that you’ve never met affects your life more than you’ve ever could imagine.

“Chrysanthemum, meaning a wonderful friend, cheerfulness, and rest. Cattail, meaning peace and prosperity. Iris, meaning your friendship means a lot, faith, hope, wisdom, and valor. Tell me miss, did you know him personally?” The little old ladies curiousity brought the attention of the crowd to you. Panic begins to fill your chest as you try to find a way to dismiss the crowd.

“He’s a friend to everyone. A savior to all. He gave us hope, faith, and peacefulness. I may not have known him personally, but in my heart it felt like I did.” You clear your throat with the intense air surrounding the crowd.

You smile at the lady, and begin to push your way out of the crowd. Your feet carrying you faster than when you first started your journey to, well, wherever your feet take you.

You stop your journey at a little café on the corner of a busy street. You stare inside the window of the shop. You can see the reflections of everyone behind you and across the street. You watch them walk by, oblivious to everything as their heads are shoved deeply in their phones.

One woman is wearing brown sandals with a red, flowery summer dress. The wind blowing it gently around her. Her long blonde hair getting stuck to her glossy lips. Another woman wearing a baggy t-shirt with ripped jeans and dirty vans. A man business arguing with someone on his phone, French pouring out of his mouth like a rapid river.

A woman exits the building behind you, long brown hair that could be mistaken for black as it flows in the gentle breeze. Her face obscured due to her looking down at the ground mostly. A tan coat wraps around her long legs. What catches your eye is her shoes, they look more like boots. Boots covered in metal. Red and gold shine brightly as the sun danced against the metal. The lady walks fast, weaving in and out of people. You turn to watch her go, feeling a strange pull towards this lady. You soon realize everyone has stopped what they were doing, as if frozen in time.

You hear the sound of heels clicking fast towards you. You manage to turn to your right only to be surprised. Diana was dressed in a gorgeous white dress. Once again in killer heels that make you ache in sympathy. Her hair braid around her head in a crown with little diamond hair pins throughout the braid. The pins give the allusion of a crown for royalty, something she could definitely rock and deserve.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. Something came up and I was needed else where. Please accept my apology as I did not mean to make you wait. Or leave for that matter.” She looks at you with such sincerity that you can’t do anything but accept her apology.

“I just felt uncomfortable with all those people around. Needed some fresh air. Besides, I’ve never been around here before. Been site seeing actually. Quite interesting here. Also, if I knew there was a café near by then I wouldn’t starve the whole day while I was sketching.” You grin up at her, trying to ease her guilt. Her blinding smile returning, bringing warmth inside of you.

“Are you hungry now? We can grab something here. I hear they have quite fantastic food here. Would you like to join me for this meal?” She asked, grin speaking volumes of her emotions.

“What, in like a date kind of way?” You smirk at her face when she realizes what she might of implied. “Well, I thought you’d never ask. After you, my majesty.” Opening the door for her, you laugh at her expression. She’s most likely flabbergasted at your change of emotion in such a short time.

Diana gracefully enters the café, dominance flowing out of her. She commands the whole rooms attention and respect without a word being said. She crosses the room to a secluded booth towards the back of the room. You hurry to catch up as she gestures for you to take a seat on the opposite side.

Just after sitting, a small, bubbly blonde comes up to your table.

“Bonjour! May I take ya orders?” Her heavy south accent is something you haven’t heard in a long while. The states have people of all kinds. Not many workers here in France have an American accent. The accent is quite refreshing to hear.

“A coffee with lots of creamer and lots of sugar. Never can go too wrong with sweet coffee. Especially after a long day.” You look to Diana, as she stares at you.

She orders, not glancing away for a second. “Coffee. Black with two sugars, please.” Her eyes seem to turn golden in the sunlight coming in from the window. Once the waitress left, Diana set her hands on the table, gently folded.

“So, Y/F/N, how long have you been here in France?”

You think a moment, trying to remember when you arrived with your group. “I think around 2 months. Actually, no, 3 months. Yes, 3 months. The is my 1st month here. We’ve been studying at the Louvre. Of course most is on your own time while we go and do things as a group every other day usually. The professor is sick so some are meeting up as small groups while others do their own thing today. We’re here for another month before we fly back state side.”

The waitress comes back carrying both the coffees. “One black with two sugas, ‘nd one super sweet. A lady after my own ‘eart. Enjoy ladies!” She skips away, back behind the counter.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, I was wondering if we still get to do the tour? It doesn’t have to be today or anything. I’ll probably sketch something from the window of our hotel room.” You ask shyly, afraid to put a strain on your blooming relationship with this breath taking woman.

“Today is probably a bad day for me. Will tomorrow work for you?” Her relaxed body language maybe you believe maybe you didn’t mess it all up.

“Possibly. It would have to be in the morning. That afternoon I have class to go, hopefully.” You smile at her, hoping you get to hang out with her more and see all the beautiful art work he Louvre has to offer society.

You go to grab you cup when a sudden force shoves you out of your seat, sliding across the floor. Your ears ring, vision distorts. You try to focus on the moving colors. Suddenly everything comes back in force. Screams. High pitched screams everywhere. Next to you was the body of the blonde waitress who gave you and Diana your respected cups.

'Diana. Where’s Diana? She was right next to me. Across from me. Where is she.’ Your thoughts are sluggish as you try to look around, paining exploding all across your body. You curl up into a ball, sobbing in immense pain. You feel a strong arm grab around your stomach, sliding you back across the floor to the booth you were sitting at.

Someone is in your face. You manage to focus just enough to realize it’s Diana. Something about you’re safe here. Stay put and try not to move. Your senses dull back down as another wave of pain crashes over you. Red begins to fill your vision. Everything else has been shut out. 'Just survive. Just survive’ on repeat in your head.

You stare into the waitress’s unmoving eyes. Blue, blue as the ocean. On sunny days, the may have sparkled like the water. Now, now they are dull, almost gray. Your vision begins to tunnel, with only her eyes left in your site as you finally succumb to the numbing darkness.

• imagine being. . || grant's model girlfriend

nonnie requested: Can you do a headcanon for being a model and being grants gf

A/N: I sure can try nonnie even though most of my knowledge of modeling is from America’s Next Top Model. I watch it sometimes with my friend Sammie when I go hang out with him, so I apologize if anything is inaccurate per say. Warning of the word ‘slut’ in this but it’s nothing big. And as always requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!

Originally posted by iheartswagdouble

                                          » Grant Gustin/Model! Reader «


• you were a small time model at first who tried out on America’s Next Top Model ( couldn’t resist – sorry ) which got you some popularity and some recognition


• grant having a crush on you before you two actually got together and being kind of flustered when gets asked about it

             ↪ “Okay, I admit I thought Y/N was really pretty before I actually met her and yeah. Good thing she thought I was cute too or else it probably would’ve been awkward.”


• him probably being your biggest fan, well he can’t beat your mom or dad though so second biggest fan(?)

             ↪ “Well that seems fair, I guess Y/N.” “Sorry babe, family comes first.”


• being loved but also hated from hardcore fans of grant who try to slut shame you when you model with some guys


• grant offending you though and expressing how hurt it makes him feel that some people can’t be supportive of you


• surprising him on set in vancouver when you have time off from modeling from time to time


• loving some of your unique features such as if you have tattoos, freckles, dimples, or whatever you may have

            ↪ “I think they are beautiful just like you Y/N.”


• your instagram having many pictures of you and grant together + some flash cast members as well


• being a good role model like grant ( he’s one of my role models besides chris colfer and others tbh ) is to many people in the world


• attending events with him and participating in interviews

          ↪  “So Y/N, what is Grant like as a boyfriend?” “Oh he’s just a big laidback kind of dork who plays on his PSP.”

 

 

 

 

Welp. Here it is, tumblr fam. The cosplay I freaked out so badly to my friends over finally together and the reception I received absolutely astounded me. I cannot believe how many people gave me compliments and asked for my picture, and I am so humbled and honored by everyone that I met and spoke to. Katsucon was a blur but so many people helped make it something very special and one I will definitely put down as a favorite con.

Also, no, my name is not Alex. @electricbreath and @saccharineflood are two beautiful friends that go and obtain my frilly Starbucks drinks for me

Edit: guess who totally forgot to tell y'all that this is based on beautiful fanart by @sevenfivetwo-art ?

anonymous asked:

I feel stupid for not knowing the answer to this, but are Dre and Adre two different people? I hear those names pop up all the time and I'm just getting confused >.< sorry if this is annoying

AWEEEE ANONYYYY

don’t you dare be sorry! That’s a PERFECTLY good question! It’s okay!! XOXO 

Adre’s the name I gave Dre’s kid-self so I wouldn’t have to continue typing out “Kid Dre” or “younger Dre” etc etc! Adre sort of became his own person since he’s been doing so many things outside of how I pictured Dre’s past really being like though, so I guess you can consider them two different people in a way!

Gosh, I’m confusing myself answering this. AHAHAH *hughug*

Okay so I’ve been toying with the idea of setting up a private Snapchat account for people willing to pay a monthly subscription. I’d still post pictures to my Tumblr, but on Snapchat I’d be posting NSFW pictures daily as well as solo videos and videos playing with my boyfriend (I’d even post regular pictures of my daily life so you guys can get to know me a bit better; obviously nothing that shows whereabouts I live but just sort of what I get up to throughout the day). I’m really new to this but I just wanna know how many of you would be interested, because if it’s only a handful then there’s not much point. So I guess just like this post, or even send me a message, if it’s something you’d be interested in. 

Also don’t worry, I would never wanna become one of those annoying people constantly promoting their Snapchat all over their blog. 

anonymous asked:

I get so frustrated with the eating disorder/'thinspo' blogs that say 'I do not promote/glorify eating disorders, I'm not pro ana.' Because guess what, if you're posting pictures of unhealthy, emaciated bodies in a way that idolizes them, you ARE promoting anorexia and no matter how many trigger warnings you post or how many times you say it's just an outlet, you are contributing to others illnesses and encouraging people to starve. If it's truly just your outlet, then make your blog private.

I RELATE TO THIS MESSAGE.

“I’ve seen many times how people start to avoid me. I guess I tend to offend them and then they try to pretend that I don’t exist. As if it would solve the problem, ha… solve me.”

//a fragment of illustration for the forthcoming chaper of my story ‘The gang that rocks’. Ah, I like this picture so much. I’ve been totally absorbed in it for the last few days. It was also my first time to draw Shiranui and Kazama, but you’ll see them later =)

anonymous asked:

Out of sheer curiosity, how many guess the breed submissions do you have? There can't be that many people who have known mixes (based on how many "we don't know what he is" posts) and sometimes your normal submissions only go a few days out in the queue from when they were submitted. Do you think you'll ever run out of submissions or get low on them? I love the game but I have purebred pups haha ^^

I received over 150 guess the breed submissions! Considering I only do one a day, it sustains itself pretty well ;) 

I do run out of regular submissions, then I just reblog pictures or upload photography. In reality, all I have to do is say ‘send me your dogs’ and i will get hundreds of submissions, but I prefer them to come in slowly so they are more manageable. (full inboxes drive me crazy!) 

I haven’t had to ask for Guess the Breed submissions since I started it months ago. Lots of people either know their dog’s parents, or have Wisdom Panel results. I have had to remind a few people that it isn’t just for what you think the dog is, you actually need to know for it to work. But i think it has been pretty successful so far :) 

Thanks! If they’re not too obvious, you can send in your purebred puppers too!