he always has his smile


Pre-ruffle, mid-ruffle, and post-ruffle Tenth Doctor Hair

David Tennant from the podcast commentary for Tooth and Claw (from the hair-messing-up scene above):

“I love the way Euros [Lyn, director] uses all these shots here to show the ideas all colliding at once

…and I love messing with my hair in moments like this, because it gives Steve, who does my make-up, a nightmare in continuity terms.

I like to keep him on his toes.”

David Tennant Appreciation Week 2016 (theme: smile - because it makes me)


#this is it #this is what love looks like


Alexander Hamilton:

  • You know how sims walk when they’re tired. He walks like that.
  • He sometimes forgets to eat because he can’t shut up long enough to put food in there.
  • When he laughs he throws his head back.
  • Short af.
  • PTSD
  • Abandonment issues and tends to push people away.
  • Naturally blushy cheeks. (This is based on truth!!)

John Laurens:

  • Short but muscles.
  • Also all the freckles.
  • Gets sunburnt very easily.
  • Usually has his hands in his pockets.
  • Almost always having a smal smile on his face because he has great hair.
  • He has a light step.
  • Skateboards(???) a lot.


  • Long and slim.
  • Has a great ass though.
  • Clothes has no gender.
  • Says please and thank you a lot.
  • Sucks at dancing.
  • Is fantastic at english but doesn’t understand chat speak that well. “Why would we name a ship after them?”.
  • Always cooks extravagant meals.

Hercules Mulligan: 

  • Tall and buff.
  • But very kind and sweet!!
  • He naturally has his chest a bit puffed out and it’s so !!!
  • His beanie is his safety “blanket”.
  • When he laughs his cheeks get bLUSHY
  • He has very soft hands because he gets manicures
  • Makes nicknames to everyone

Aaron Burr: 

  • Cool and collected.
  • Very good posture.
  • Likes K-pop.
  • Is lowkey a flaming pile of garbage.
  • Awful hand-eye coordination.
  • Walks in long strides.
  • Recycles

Eliza Schuyler:

  • Very kind and trusting like jesus The Man doesn’t have any candy Eliza.
  • Loves soda.
  • Always wear skirts.
  • Great hair.
  • Naive but we love her anyways.
  • She tries to look dangerous but it doesn’t work.
  • Once stepped of ladybug and cried for 2 hours.

Angelica Schuyler:

  • Her back is as straight as Laurens is gay.
  • Very supportive of her sisters.
  • Very kind but if you fuck up… I’ll come to your funeral.
  • Shit is together.
  • Poise and elegant.
  • Loves fuit sallads.
  • Donates a lot of money.

Peggy Schuyler:

  • Seems very sweet but knows literally all your secrets.
  • Everyone is like “protect Peggy” and yet…
  • Not the greatest at spelling but fantastic at math and science.
  • She’s either an engineer or doctor.
  • Pastel colors and flower crowns.
  • Her hands are always touching each other.
  • Very sad and gets ignored a lot.

Thomas Jefferson:

  • Teases a lot and is very ego-boosted
  • Quite the emotional nervous fella.
  • Tall and muscles.
  • Loves attention.
  • Has a very cocky posture.
  • Has a bunch of ironic shirts.
  • Definitely shitty but feels bad for being shitty.

James Madison:

  • Short but muscles.
  • Has epilepsy.
  • Very closed posture.
  • Good friends with Peggy because mutual anxiety.
  • A good friend.
  • He’s very mentally strong and stuff.
  • Sometimes Thomas has to hold his hand in public.

George Washington:

  • He’s done with everyone.
  • Very kind but also like protective of himself.
  • Not used to physical affection.
  • Offensive posture + long strides.
  • Protects all of the above when they have their weak moments.
  • Takes proper care of himself by fucking sleeping and eating which nO ONE ELSE DOES.
  • Give him flowers.
Introduction to; GOT7!

Here’s another introduction post I’ve been working on! I hope you find it useful and if you don’t already know who GOT7 are, I hope it helps you get to know them a little better! {UPDATED ON: 2017.01.06}

Meet GOT7 / 갓세븐;

(Left to right; Jinyoung, Youngjae, Mark, Jaebum, Jackson, BamBam, Yugyeom)

GOT7 are a 7 member boy group under JYP Entertainment that contain not only Korean members, but Chinese, Thai and American members too. They first debuted on January 16th 2014 with their debut single “Girls, Girls, Girls” from their EP “Got It?” (we’ll get into all their singles and MV’s later!). GOT7′s fandom name is called “iGOT7″ or sometimes you will hear/see people say “ahgase” instead. This is a cute play on words or shortening of words in Korean.

I GOT7 =  아이 갓세븐
Ahgase = 아가새

Ahgase also means “baby bird” in Korean - and that just makes it even more cute ^^

So who are GOT7? Let’s meet the members below!

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Raising your children with Chris Evans:

Inspired by some conversations I’ve had with @ohevansmycaptain and @chrisevans-imagines over the last few weeks/months. Also, do yourself a favor and READ their work, it’s worth it. Please. There’s so much talent.

Previous headcanons: Your Relationship | Your Wedding | Your Pregnancy

• Chris wants to have four children, but you want two, so you both compromise and go for three adorable children.
• Two handsome boys and a beautiful girl who has his eyes. Chris calls your sons ‘buddy’ or whatever funny and loving nickname he has in mind and your daughter is called 'Little Princess’ because he thinks she deserves the world.
• Chris tries to be the best father he can be, raising your children happy and healthy. His main goal is never failing as a dad, always being there for them.
• You can spend hours with them playing around the house: they love 'hide-and-seek’ and a game called 'Monster’. Chris introduced this game to you and your children, saying he and his siblings used to play this game with their mother a lot during his childhood.
• One word: Disney. Disney is basically directing your life. Your children are raised with Disney everywhere and they love it as much as their father. You thought it was impossible, but it is.
• Chris watches the Patriots’ matches with them and he’s extremely proud when your young daughter says Tom Brady is her favorite player.
• Your children can play the mechanics or basketball together, but also tea party games.
• You admire them secretly from a corner of the room while Chris has this sheepish smile on his face and he always ends up playing the host of the party.
• There are lots and lots of bedtime stories!
• Prank wars that start ‘every man for himself’, but you end up teaming up with Chris to catch your kids running around the house until…
  - “Chris, you traitor!”
  - “Sorry, babe, but our son made his best puppy eyes. Couldn’t say no.”
• Chris can be quite strict some rare times, but he is very entertaining and he takes the time to study with them.
• Sometimes, you both decide to deal with issues as the bad cop and the good cop.
• You don’t punish them, but you give them this look that says everything is over when they are trying to do something wrong. It works perfectly, even with your husband.
• Chris is very protective of you and your children. He keeps them away from the spotlight and even if he loves being an actor, he’d rather stay at home with all of you than being on a red carpet or promote a new movie. Convenience is an afterthought when privacy is king.
• Disney World, at least three times a year when they aren’t at school yet.
• You teach them love, tolerance and to accept the differences between the opinions. You teach them to fight for what is right and never give up even if failing isn’t a big deal. They can always try again and do better.
• Education is very important to you and you support your children’s choices of careers. You’re both very involved in this part of their lives because you want to guide them through.
• They are very competitive, loud and stubborn… like their father! But they try to admit their mistakes right away. You suppose it has something to do with their Irish and Italian origins as Chris likes to say so.
• A lot of: it’s a simple phase, honey when they are teenagers.
• You teach them how to respect their future s/o and tell them they can talk to you if they are feeling insecure.
• Chris tends to overprotect your daughter when years pass and she gets attention from men.
  - “Sweetheart, look at this! That guy is kissing our daughter on the porch of our house.”
  - “You know him, Chris. He’s her boyfriend… and she’s twenty-five!”
  - “But she’s still my Little Princess.”
• You both are extremely happy when you hear that your elder son is expecting his own first child. That’s what you aspired to live as parents and now future grandparents.
• You are proud of whom your children are becoming and you don’t worry about their future anymore.

@feelmyroarrrr @gallifreyansass @bicevans @ballerinafairyprincess @misschrisevans @always-an-evans-addict @kennadance14 @buckybarnesisalittleshit @helloitscrowley @captainamerica-ce @kiwi71281 @topthis808 @dead-lee-15 @the-daydreamer-girl @our-love-world @hellomissmabel @voidobsession @mrssierrarogers @redstarstan @punkrockhippiefromthefourties @angryschnauzer @fangirling-is-what-i-do-best @minstrel-axx @captainamerotica @kaitlynthehuman @juneookami @mellifluous-melodramas @sfreeborn @buckyswinterchildren @potterhead1265 @castellandiangelo @louisespecter @fvckingevans @katnisswa @justanotherfangurlz @10kindsofderp @1enchantedfantasy1 @logan8546 @thewinterpunkass @dreamingintheimpalawithdean @chrisevans-imagines @sian22redux @a-winchester-by-choice @katie27hp @seizethedaygodhatesus @sebastianstanaddictsanonymous @pegasusdragontiger @iamsorryguys @1d-niallerbieberforever @imagine-cats96 @17jenny @8181pjh @veronicalei @kylasturgeon @smoothdogsgirl @zuni21798 @brandnewberettaa @bucky-barnes-pls @captainrogersbucky @alwaysbella - tell me if you’d like to be added/deleted or if you changed your username. :)


just chankai being dumb and in love

This is Cooper, my 2-year-old Pembroke Welsh Corgi! He is obsessed with playing fetch. Cooper also loves having his belly rubbed, barking, and destroying toy squeakers. He always has a smile on his face. I love him to pieces. 

Ninjago High School Headcanons


- Everyone treats the ninjas as celebrities, and the other students have the Ninja of the Week posted on the bulletin board.

- There’s a fan club for each of the ninja and they spend their time talking about conspiracies on who the ninja’s secret identities might be.

- There’s an underground system of selling and buying pictures of the ninja. The most popular request are the pics of the green ninja but their also the hardest to get. (Surprisingly, Lloyd is the only one who can get good pictures of him. Weird)

- Teachers need to be careful when talking about the ninja. Sometimes the students will get riled up about them that the whole class will be wasted.

- Every Valentines Day, there’s a poll in which the student body tells who they would give their Valentine to. The green and grey ninja are always tied with the most votes.

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Originally posted by kths

Wrong Place Wrong Time (18)

Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 18 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31 Part 32   Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 5,210 (Maybe a bit more or less)

(I didn’t expect it to be this long, apologies. Also I really didn’t expect the series to be this long as a whole, but I have so much that keeps coming to mind, apologies again 🙊)

–Also I apologise if the exclamation marks don’t show up red on your device (You’ll know what I mean half way through this part.)

“Jongin didn’t want them dead, if he wanted them dead he would’ve aimed straight for the head or heart, but he didn’t he got their thighs. And he never misses, so he did this purposefully, and he didn’t kill me either so there’s more to this but I can’t figure out what it is.” Minseok nodded slowly in agreement. The rest of the men were standing silently trying to process all that you had said.

“I don’t understand why though, is he trying to tease us. Because if it’s a fight he wants then it’s a fight he’ll get.” Jongdae growled, stroking Yixing’s hair.

You didn’t know how to respond because you didn’t know what he wanted either. All you knew was that you had been played and you felt stupid, thank God you never really began to develop any types of real feelings for Jongin otherwise you would be an utter wreck right now. You were just glad that your best friend was alive nearly losing him made you realise just how important he still was to you and how tied to him you were.

“So that means Yixing was right. He killed Luhan.” Baekhyun breathed coldly, taking a hold of Yixing’s hand and rubbing it in his own. “It was Jongin.”

Minseok’s face went blank, he was losing his colour and his body slowly began to shake. He hadn’t thought about it up until now, but what Baekhyun had said must’ve been true. You jumped at the sound of a glass smashing; looking up you saw Minseok throwing bottles from the shelf onto the ground in a fit of fury.
“I’ll fucking kill that bastard!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, causing you to cover your ears with the palm of your hands.

“Minseok stop, please.” Kyungsoo attempted to restrain him, but instead Minseok shoved his elbow back into Kyungsoo’s nose, causing his nose to start bleeding.

“Get off of me! Leave me alone! He killed Luhan, he was a brother to me, we did everything together! I have every right to be mad. I will kill that fucking bastard!” He stormed out of the Op room, allowing the heavy metal door to slam shut behind him, making the room shake slightly. You let out a heavy sigh, why was nothing in this house getting any better? Everybody’s emotions were continuously spiralling out of control, including yours. You exited the room, climbing the metal stair case to the main part of the house and walked along the corridors to Minseok’s room. Opening the door slowly you saw him squatting on his floor, tears pouring down his face.

“Hey are you okay?” You asked quietly, poking your head around the door.

“Go away; I don’t want to speak to you.”He furiously wiped the tears away from his face with the back of his hands.

“Minseok, you’re just upset. I know how you feel.”

“How the fuck could you possibly know how I’m feeling! You didn’t know Luhan, in fact, who the fuck have you ever lost in your life? I said I don’t want to see anyone and that includes you. Just because you’ve spoken to me once or twice that doesn’t make us best friends. Get the fuck out!” He shouted at you taking his shoe off and throwing it in your direction, you quickly closed the door before it had a chance to hit you. Your heart sank in your chest. After you felt as though you had made progress with Minseok and took 1 step forward, now you had taken 2 steps back, he was regressing back to the hateful Minseok, the one you didn’t like, the one that was dangerous to be around. You were sick and tired of being in this house. You slowly made your way to the living room dragging your feet along the floor. You were slowly losing everyone that you could talk to, Chanyeol and Yixing weren’t conscious, Baekhyun was too busy tending to them, Jongin had disillusioned everyone and if there was any glimmer of hope of even getting close to Minseok it had apparently just died. You dropped your body onto the sofa hugging a cushion tightly and letting tears pool on your waterline. You were so sick and tired of crying, it hurt, it was beginning to give you a headache but it was involuntary by this point.

“Why are you always crying?”

 You screamed, jumping up in your seat you hadn’t realised Kyungsoo sitting on the other sofa to your left. He was holding a tissue up to his nose to stop it from bleeding.
You rolled your eyes at him, tired of the way he acted so bluntly all of the time. Ignoring his question you turned your back to him and continued hugging your pillow.
“You need to get used to stuff like this Y/N. Crying will do jack shit for you. You don’t see us guys crying at every chance we get.” He sighed, blowing his nose.

“I didn’t choose to be here, So if crying is the only way for me to cope, then so be it, i’ll cry my eyes out. I don’t see why it’s any of your concern.”

“You think we wanted to be here? You think I wanted to be here?” he laughed sarcastically looking at you impatiently. “I have a family you know. Had a family…” His voice began to crack, sounding the exact same as it did when he was talking to his mum and brother. You whipped your head up in his direction.

“How did you get here?” You asked putting your cushion down and turning your body so you were facing him full on.

“I just got here.” He said blankly, the same monotone voice and expression he always used. You were beginning to grow tired of Kyungsoo’s mannerisms. At first it was scary, but now it was just boring.

“Gosh Kyungsoo what is wrong with you. Why are you always so moody? You are literally the dullest person I’ve ever met in my life. And I, as an apprentice in a firm have met some very colourless people. I might be a cry baby but at least I’m not sulky, damn it. If anyone needs to change here it’s you.” You frowned at him, you could care less about the tone of your voice right now, if he wanted to kill you it would be doing you a favour anyway. You didn’t want to be here. You got up from your seat about to leave the room, when he spoke up all of a sudden.

“This is the best disguise to wear, didn’t you know?” He laughed sadly, you returned to where you were sat staring at him intently. “We’re all putting up a facade but as far as I’m concerned the others are doing it wrong. Minseok acts all tough; it pulls attention, it makes people want to know his story. Yixing and Baekhyun are too happy even though that’s impossible when you’re living a life like we are. Nobody cares about the straight faced guy with no emotion, nobody asks that kid questions. That’s why I’m doing it right.”

“Well clearly you’re not, because here I am.” You said pulling a ‘this is awkward’ face and cracking your knuckles.

“That’s just because you’re annoying.” 

You put your thumb up at him, disregarding what he just said.
“So what’s your story?” You asked, shifting yourself a little bit further down the sofa and closer to Kyungsoo. His nose had stopped bleeding by now, but the bloodied tissue in his hand was beginning to make you feel queasy. You felt like you’d seen enough blood to last you a life time.

“What do you mean?” He looked up at you. You sighed; if he was going to play dumb then you’d have to treat him that way.

“I mean that the conversation between you, your mum and your brother didn’t exactly go smoothly did it. So why are you here and don’t brush me off I’m tired of getting the cold shoulder?”

He cleared his throat averting his gaze from you. “I left home. I ended up here. Simple.”

You rolled your eyes at him, he was being stupid and it was beginning to piss you off.
“If you don’t tell me I’ll force it out of you.” You got up walking over to him, but he stayed silent.
“I know how you hate being around other people.” You smirked impishly, lowering yourself down onto Kyungsoo’s lap and leaning back against his chest.

“What the fuck are you doing? He hissed in your ear. You tried to stifle your laugh.

“Tell me. Or I’ll stay here. I must admit your lap is comfy Kyungsoo.”

“Get off!” He shoved your shoulder, trying to push you off.

“Ohh Kyungsoo.” You cooed teasingly, “I can’t tell if you want me to get off because you’re angry or because you’re scared that you like me sat here but you’re too embarrassed that you’re feeling some type of way about this.”

“No! Shut up! Get the fuck off!” He pushed you to the side of him, you were laughing now. He looked at you angrily shaking his head but then burst out laughing too. It was a foreign sound to your ears to hear Kyungsoo laugh, but it was nice. Just like when you’d first heard Minseok laugh.
“Why are you so annoying?” He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling now.

You shrugged your shoulders “I’m a business woman; it’s kind of in my job description, pester people until you get what you want. So tell me your story then.” You said impatiently sitting cross legged on the seat next to Kyungsoo, turning to face him. He sighed and the smile disappeared from his face.

“Babu has always been the better one out of the both of us. The cleverest, they always had high expectations for him ever since he was young. He’s always wanted to work in the medical field, I on the other hand was content with being an artist or chef. Either or the two would suit me fine. But my parent’s didn’t really want that. They wanted us to be doctors and lawyers.” He scoffed, shaking his head lightly and looking down at his hands.
“So he was the model son, they payed for all the private tuition he needed, all the equipment that was necessary, they worshiped the ground that he walked on. And although I was jealous and angry with him I still admired him. I was in love with him.”

“You what?” You choked on air, wondering if you misheard.

“For fucks sake Y/N not like that. I meant I loved him the way a younger sibling adores their older brother or sister. Christ, what is wrong with you that’s disgusting.” You laughed sheepishly, embarrassed that you had made such a mistake.
“Anyway, he got his foot through the door, getting a job working as an trainee-something-or-other.  When I got to college I initially picked Art and Culinary catering as some of my modules. I enjoyed it so much but my parents weren’t happy, especially my dad. He forced me to change them to Law and Biology, so I did. I struggled so hard with them I didn’t understand anything. My grades plummeted and I failed my exams. The whole family were so disappointed in me, I couldn’t take it, and so I ran away from home for a few months. But then my father had died. I was never his favourite I knew that much, but I still couldn’t help but feel lost at his absence. When the autopsy came back they found some type of toxic substance in his system, they claimed he must’ve committed suicide, but I knew otherwise my dad wouldn’t have done that. But Babu believed every word they said and blamed my father’s death on me; he said he committed suicide because I had shamed him.” Kyungsoo’s voice began to crack; he paused for a second trying to compose himself before he continued.
“So I ran away for good. I found out about Genesis and these guys. That was six years ago. I’ve been here ever since. Chanyeol wasn’t here yet. He came two years after. I remember when he first came, he was terrified, he said there were so many people he needed to protect; his mother, his father. You.”

Your eyes widened. Chanyeol remembered you at a time like that? You felt somewhat honoured that he wanted to keep you safe.

“That’s why I told him to stop being friends with you. It was the only way he could’ve really kept you safe, like I’ve done with my family. But he didn’t listen to me, now look where you are.”
You nodded your head. Now you understood. You remembered around four years ago when you saw Chanyeol and Kyungsoo hanging out at yours and Chanyeol’s favourite fast food joint, that was the first time you had ever seen Kyungsoo before, you went in to say hi, you remembered how unimpressed Kyungsoo looked to see you and every other time after that, one day you even overheard him telling Chanyeol to stop being friends with you, at that time you thought he was just a jealous colleague who was also a bastard and was trying to steal your best friend away from you, but now it all made sense. “He kept telling me keeping you close was better so he could keep an eye on you. I think deep down he knew it wasn’t true, but I guess it’s hard to separate yourself from people you care about. I wouldn’t want to be away from my girl I suppose.”

“Away from your girl? What are you talking about?” You laughed. Kyungsoo didn’t come across as the Boyfriend type.


“What?” You mirrored his question.

“You…Chanyeol…You don’t know.” He dropped his head and cleared his throat.

“Don’t know what?” You smiled at him, throwing a cushion at him.

“Nothing.” He stood up quickly, walking towards the door. “We’ve been talking for much too long I have things to do.”

“No wait, what don’t I know?” You turned around in your seat to face his new position.

“Oh Kyungsoo, you’re here. I need to speak to you.” Jongdae said, poking his head around the corner, Kyungsoo quickly followed him out of the room.

“Hey Kyungsoo! You didn’t finish!” You called after him, but he didn’t answer.

 You sighed to yourself, you had nothing to do. Everyone you could speak to was ‘unavailable’ so you decided to take it upon yourself to revisit Jongin’s room. You had forgotten how badly you had trashed it earlier, stepping over clothes and feathers you came to a stop when you saw a folder on the floor, marked with a familiar symbol:


You picked it up and dusted the feathers off of it. You opened it up slowly, not knowing what you’d find inside. Your eyes closed shut tightly immediately, after a couple of seconds you opened them slowly again. There were very graphic pictures of dead bodies in there. What was this? You thought to yourself, you picked up the desk chair that was on the ground and sat down. Flicking through the photo’s you began to feel sicker the deeper you dug. You came to one photo, the victim was very familiar to you, you’d seen this face in a few photos now. Luhan.
He looked ghostly compared to other photos that you had seen. There was a bullet wound in his chest, his clothes were soaked in his own blood. His eyes open, staring lifelessly into the camera. You removed the photo from the pile and put it on the floor next to you. You continued flicking through the sheets of paper, when you got to a section of notes.
“What the fuck is this?” You breathed quietly to yourself, frowning down at the sheets in front of you.
You hadn’t quite seen something like this before. It was a checklist of things that he had to complete one or two things crossed out, but it was also a mixture of a diary, it was as though Jongin was actively having a conversation with himself on the sheet of paper and it made you feel so uneasy. Just thinking about him made you feel uneasy, to think you had allowed him to kiss your lips, you shuddered at the thought. Some of the notices had a red exclamation mark beside them, you were assuming these were the important things.

Join Genesis

Make alliance and bridge the gap

Find out about formulas


MUST KILL LUHAN- He knows more than he should. How did you not realise Jongin, what the fuck is wrong with you ❗️ ❗️

Yixing is on my case, deal with this Jongin or this going to spiral out of control is this what you want? You don’t want to have to kill him, but you have to do what you must to keep yourself covered. Otherwise all of this would’ve been for nothing. ❗️

There’s definitely something more to this Kris and Tao shit Jongin, use your brain.


Remember you ARE NOT the bad guy, it’s all for the greater good Kim Jongin.

You stood up rushing over to the door quickly; you had to show this to Baekhyun. Jongin was a psycho.

“Baekhyun! Baekhyun where are you?!” You ran out of Jongin’s room bumping into Sehun. “Ouch!” You hissed, rubbing your forehead.

“Would you fucking slow down?!” He pushed you against the wall, clearly still in a sour mood from finding out who Jongin was. You weren’t sure if it was because he was the youngest, but Sehun tended to be most effected by all of the commotion in this house, and dealt with it in very poor ways. You attempted to run off again but he dragged you back by your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Get off of me, I need to see Baekhyun.” You punched him in the shoulder but he didn’t budge.

Completely disregarding what you said he began to talk.
“You wouldn’t know this Y/N but before you arrived me and the boys would go out once every week and have a blast, normally at a club. We’d return home with a whore or two… or five” He laughed to himself disturbingly, then looked down at you through dark eyes. “We used to…well I’m sure you can imagine what we’d get up to with those ladies. But lately it’s been so fucking hectic around here, we haven’t had time to go out and do that. I need to release all of this frustration and anger you know, and some whores would be really good right now, I need to get myself to a club and bring some home. But then I think to myself, hang on a minute Sehun, why do you need to go around collecting whores when you have one right here.” He smiled down at you perversely and pushed his hands down your trousers, his hands were dangerously close to the elastic of your knickers, just lingering there.

“Sehun stop” You cried, trying to push him off, but he was too heavy for you. He used his free hand to yank your hair down, making you cry out in pain. He laughed at your reaction.
“I said stop!” You pushed your knee up into his crotch, causing him to fall backwards and groan in agony. You ran down the corridor shouting Baekhyun’s name breathing heavily out fright and turning round every second to make sure Sehun wasn’t following you.

“For Goodness sake he’s in here with me, what do you want and why are you screaming?” An annoyed looking Junmyeon stepped out of the board with his hands on his hips, you pushed past him into the room and slammed the papers down on the table in front of Baekhyun. “Y/N what’s wrong with you?” Junmyeon turned around, still stood at the doorway.

“I found this in Jongin’s room, look at it!” You shouted towards Baekhyun, pointing at the sheets on the table.

“Jongin?” Junmyeon frowned running up to the table beside Baekhyun and looking at the photos and papers. “What the fuck is this?” Junmyeon whispered, slowly picking up the picture of Luhan, whilst Baekhyun picked up the notes.

“I don’t know.” You shook your head. “But it’s so messed up. Where do you think he is right now?”

“I’m not sure.” Baekhyun said, eyes still wide looking at the notes in front of him, “He could be anywhere but I’ll try and do some digging. This is really useful Y/N thanks.”

“Hey who are Kris and Tao, did they work for Red?” You asked, swaying uncomfortably in your spot, you could see the image of Luhan from where you were stood and it was beginning to make you feel queasy again.

“No. They were one of us. They were the two that went missing the night of the ambush. I suppose Jongin had something to do with that too.” Junmyeon frowned looking at the photo of Luhan in his hand and placing it faced down on the table. You nodded walking towards the door, turning around briskly before you left.

“Hey Baekhyun…When will Chanyeol wake up?”

“I’m not sure, they’re stable right now but it might take a while, we’ll just have to wait and see.”
You bowed your head at him and continued walking, going to your room, you sat cross legged on the floor with your back to the wall waiting for some sort of happiness to hit you. But it never did, you sat in that spot, with your head in your lap for about two hours, only shifting when your legs became uncomfortable. You heard a light knock at your door, sighing, you lifted your head from your lap.

“Come in…Unless you’re Sehun, then don’t come in.” You heard the door open, but didn’t even bother to turn around, to be honest you hadn’t the strength.

“You really need to work on your authority. If I were Sehun I would’ve still walked in.” You raised an eyebrow at the familiar voice, why was he in your room? He came to sit on the carpet next to you crossing his legs too. “I came to say sorry. So I’m sorry.”

“Wow. Minseok? Apologising? I never thought I’d see the day.” You refused to look at him though, you were still mad with the way he treated you.

“Yeah, well my mum raised me with manners, I guess it’s time I started using them. Besides…I don’t know you’ve been making me act all soft. I fucking hate it. It’s bad for my image.” He scoffed.

“Nobody cares about your image Minseok only you do.” You still found it strange that you were having a conversation with him, when this time last month he had tried slitting your throat against a wall.

“That’s not true. Oi… Hey! Are you going to avoid eye contact the whole time?” He poked you in the arm.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“So you’re mad at me?” He laughed mockingly.

“Yes. Yes I am.”
It’s as though you could almost hear him rolling his eyes at you.

“Fine. Whatever. Be that way.” You were finding it hard to believe that both of you were above the age of 20 at this point, you were behaving so childishly.

“Stop looking at me.” You frowned, feeling Minseok’s intense gaze on your body.

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are Minseok I can feel it stop. I said stop!” You turned around to look at him, and he quickly turned his head in the opposite direction. “See I told you. You were staring.”
He let out a sigh uncrossing his legs and laying down flat on his back, you found yourself mirroring his actions, you were looking at him now, staring into his beautifully carved eyes. You laughed to yourself, remembering that that was what you used to call him when you didn’t know his name yet.

“What.” He puckered his brow at you staring intensely at your face.

“Huh? Oh, no. It’s nothing you smiled up at his face. There was something eerily calming about being in Minseok’s presence and yet even though you knew he was capable of being extremely dangerous, that didn’t bother you anymore, not after you saw him tending to the headstones in the graveyard, because you knew that behind this facade he was also capable of exhibiting a great amount of love and care too.
“Ever wondered what life would be like if everything went the right way Minseok?” You asked him, still looking into his eyes.

“Yeah often. I’d like to think I’d have had a well paying job at some sort of tech facility and be married to the perfect woman, or at least have a fiancée.” He smiled softly in your direction, his breathing was slow and relaxed and so was yours. You could stay like this for a long while.
“I guess life wasn’t meant to go the right way for us though Y/N. I believe that God has a plan, and we’re  all here together for one reason or another. I’ve been through so many ups and downs in this house, but I love the boys so much, they’re my family and I would never consider them any less.”

“Why do you think we’re here? It could’ve been anyone else right? You could’ve been any other guy and I any other girl” You asked him, automatically scooting a little bit closer.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, but we’re here aren’t we?” You stared into each others eyes in complete silence for a moment, you didn’t realise before but you were laying so close to each other that your faces were almost touching. Your breathing increased slightly getting a bit louder.

“Oh. No… no, we didn’t just have a moment did we. No of course not.” You whispered to yourself, but a little too loudly, he had heard you too.

“No…No actually I think we just did. That was definitely a moment.” He breathed, not moving his gaze from yours for a second.

“So is this moment still going or…cause it’s kind of starting to get a bit awkward.” You whispered back to him.

“Yeah it’s definitely still going, definitely still having a moment.” Minseok said still looking straight into your eyes.

“Okay so can we stop? Or…”

“I mean I’m kind of trying hard to but I really can’t stop staring at your face right now, so I’m going to answer that with a no, maybe?” He answered a little awkwardly.
“Sooo….. what do we do now? My bad boy persona doesn’t really allow me to think past killing and stuff.”

“Well we really should stop, maybe you should leave, before it gets really weird, I dunno?” You looked up and down his face, but still couldn’t rip your eyes away.

“Hmm, you’re right Y/N, that would be ideal, but I’m really paralysed right now. Like shit. I can’t stop staring…you know what, maybe if you closed your eyes that might help? I might be able to breathe and get up then if you want to try…”

“Yeah… I’m sorry I can’t close my eyes they won’t really stop looking at yours. Shit, this is awkward Minseok.” You felt a rush of heat around your body, you genuinely couldn’t stop looking at him, this was definitely the most intense moment you’d ever experienced in your life.

“Okay so now what? We can’t just stay laying on the floor staring at each other that’s weird, no?” Minseok half-laughed sheepishly.

“Well I mean I dunno… If you want to…”

“Yeah maybe. I was thinking that too…”

“If we maybe just…”

“Kiss, I dunno. I mean –”

“Yeah but can we make this quick though?” You said wincing at the awkwardness of the situation.
Minseok didn’t need to be told twice, he pushed his face closer to yours, covering your lips with his. An intense warmness filled your body as he began to slowly kiss you. Slowly and carefully. He placed a hand on the back of your head, pulling it closer to his, so that the kiss could run deeper, it was nothing like you had ever felt before, your heart was racing now double its usual pace. As if on impulse you raised your hand to cradle Minseok’s cheek. He then broke away suddenly the both of you gasping for air.

He blinked up at the ceiling, hands by his side. “Wow. That was umm…”

“Good? Kind of?” You tried finishing his sentence, the sensation of his lips on yours still lingering.

“Yeah. I think that was what I was going to say, I don’t even know I can’t really think straight right now, I’m a bit –”You cut him off with another kiss, which lasted longer than you intended it to.

“Okay. Fuck it Minseok, you really have to leave now.” You said hurriedly pushing yourself away from his body and staring up at the ceiling in a daze. He jumped up to his feet and ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I-I was just going to do that. I umm… can we not tell anybody about this.”

“I won’t Minseok just –Oh my gosh just get out. You’re making this more embarassing. Fuck!” This new level of awkwardness was becoming too much for you to bare, he nodded briskly and ran out of the room closing the door behind him. You let out a breath and burst out into fits on laughter.

How and why on earth did you and Kim Minseok just have a moment.

It was dark and silent now, you were sure everyone in the house was sleeping, but you couldn’t. Not after the fact that you and Minseok were making out on your floor hours before. You pressed your hands to your lips trying to remember the sensation, his lips were soft and his breath was hot. You were completely shocked at how you had received it, but it felt good. You ran your tongue along your lower lip as if trying to taste him again. But this couldn’t happen again, you knew it couldn’t. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing, it had to be. Everyone was so overwhelmed with emotion and you were all dealing with it in crazy ways. Apparently yours and Minseok’s was by kissing each other on a bedroom floor. It would never happen again, you were sure of it. You wouldn’t let it. Your throat was dry, you needed a glass of water.
Creeping out of your room you walked down the corridor to the kitchen tiptoeing as you went.
Looking up you saw a silhouette of a figure in front of you, the person was tall. It couldn’t be Chanyeol, he was out for the count. Shit, Sehun you thought to yourself, taking a few steps back into the direction of your room. The figure stood there eerily for a while, suddenly it came running towards you. The closer it got the clearer he became. Your eyes widened in shock as you screamed.


“Don’t be so loud babe, you’ll wake the others. That’s bad manners” He smiled darkly. Pressing a pad of chloroform to your nose and mouth.

Your vision went black.

Speak my love for you

Ok so @whalechief, I’m your secret valentine. I did shklance for you, so I hope you enjoy. Oh quick thing, ‘hai dozo’, basically mean ‘here you go’ in Japanese. The italicized word in normal quotation marks are being spoken in Japanese but while I have studied it, I’m not really fluent in Japanese except for the basics. So again, happy Valentine’s Day and I hope you enjoy.

Lance blinked sleepily at the semi crowded room. He was tired, college classes were getting to him.

“You doing ok?” he looked over to where Hunk was cleaning the expresso machine.

Lance nodded, “I’m just tired from all the work I have to do. I still need to get my astronomy and Japanese class grades up.”

“Are you still eavesdropping on the really good looking couple?”

“The one with the both equally strong looking guys who look good enough to eat? The same ones I’m really hoping I heard were poly, yes Hunk, yes I am.” The couple on his mind were good looking and from the very interaction, quiet nice. They were going out, if the kiss the shorter one gave his boyfriend the first time they came into the shop was anything to go by, but when they sat together, they’d speak Japanese to each other. Lance, learning Japanese, would eavesdrop on their conversations just to test his listening skills. He had been sure they had been talking about another guy they had tried dating. Either that or his wishes were messing up with his hearing, which would be bad. But honestly, he really wanted a chance with them, if he could ever ask them out.

“They’re gonna catch you one day.” Hunk warned.

“I’ll deal with that then.” Lance let out a yawn behind his hand, rubbing his eyes. He was really tired, and his brain did feel kinda frazzled.

He didn’t notice that the two guys he had been hoping to see walk into the shop but he did notice the very angry customer stomp over, slamming his half-filled cup on the counter, making him jolt.


“Um, yes?”

“I had asked for a soy decafe latte.”

“Um, ok?” Lance was pretty sure that’s what the guy had in front of him, not to mention that it was half drunk. “Uh, sir. This is a soy decafe and it’s half drunken.”

“Are you calling me a liar? I have superior taste buds and this is not what I ordered.”

Where the hell was Hunk? When did he disappear? And did the guy have to yell? Lance was sure that he had called out the correct order when the guy came to pick it up. He never corrected him. He couldn’t deal with this guy coming up and yelling at him with no support.

“Hey asshole! Instead of lying, why not just leave cause you’re causing an unnecessary scene.”

That when he noticed them, the two guys he had been crushing on. The smaller one had his long hair tied into a ponytail, his purple eyes glaring at rude man in front of him. His boyfriend looked just as annoyed, but not as angrily powerful. He was sure that was not an easy feet to achieve.

“Excuse me?”

“They tell you you’re drink when your name is called. That cup is half empty and there are stains on the cup from drinking. You can’t honestly think you can get a free drink out of this. That order is correct and now you’re bothering the workers for no reason. So get lost or I’ll be more than willing to do it for you.”

The man looked like he was ready to argue more but taller boyfriend stepped forward. The guy was tall and really muscular. Lance was sure that the scar on his nose made him seem more terrifying, though Lance just thought it added to his hotness. Sure enough, the man took his cup and stormed out. Lance finally felt like he could breathe.

“Hey, are you ok?” he looked up to see the taller man. His mind finally put a name to the face, Shiro. He had gotten his name from him whenever writing down names, he was surprised he forgot. Maybe his mind was a bit more frazzled than he thought.

“Uh, yeah. Um, thank you.”

“You looked overwhelmed. I’m glad we were able to help a bit.” Shiro said. His boyfriend, Keith –what was with his head supplying the names so late? – didn’t look as mad before, but still looked slightly annoyed.

“I really hate it when assholes think they can just get away with stuff like that.” Keith said.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shiro asked

Lance nodded, “I’m fine. Thanks.”

Hunk came out from the kitchen, “I heard yelling. What happened?”

“Just a rude customer. I got it, don’t worry.” Lance said, calming Hunk down before he turned back to the other two. “What can I get for you? On the house for helping me.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary.” Shiro said

“Please, it’s the least I can do. Plus I barely use the free employee discount I’m given anyway.”

“Are you sure?” at Lance nod, Shiro continued, “Ok, but I’m still getting my regular. Passion fruit frappe, for Shiro.”

“Peppermint latte for Keith.”

“Ok, passion fruit frappe for Shiro and peppermint latte for Keith. Alright, I’ll bring it over when it’s done.” The two went to their regular table, while Hunk pulled Lance away a bit.

“I was gone for two minutes to help Coran, what happened? Was it that weird guy with the shifty eyes?”

“Basically this customer was being really rude and yelling and my mind was already frazzled so I kinda almost broke down if they hadn’t come and saved me.” Lance explained

“And of course you offered free coffee. Please tell me you’ll try and ask them out. Trust me, normal people would jump for free stuff. They didn’t until you insisted.”

Lance looked over his shoulder to where the table was. He saw Keith glance at him before continuing to talk to Shiro. “We’ll see. Can you help me with the drinks?” the machinery was a bit closer to their table, so Lance was able to hear the tones of Japanese come to his ears. Lance knew it seemed rude after they helped but him, but he slipped back into the habit of eavesdropping.

“You can get really protective can’t you?”

“He looked like he was about to cry. I didn’t want to see that on him. He always has a smile. One that makes his eyes shine.”

Wait, where they talking about him?

“They do shine don’t they? It looks like the ocean. He’s pretty cute, which is why we should you know…”

Tell him he wasn’t hearing things? Were they talking about him? And saying he was cute?

“Hunk,” he whispered, “I think they’re talking about me. They mentioned Keith saving me and my ‘shiny blue eyes’. I think they called me cute.”

“Why do you look so surprised?” Hunk asked as he started pouring Shiro’s finished drink into the cup. “You always call yourself cute and so do I.”

“There’s a difference between the two hottest guys I’ve been crushing on since I met them and my best bro, who I love deeply.”

“Glad I feel special.” Hunk joked, spraying whip cream on.

“Are we going to ask him out?” Shiro asked

Keith let out a sigh and it took everything not to turn around to see his face. “I do, I really do, but I’d rather wait until before we’re about to leave in case he’s not into us.”

“I’m sure that our favourite barista is.”

“Ok. Now I’m pretty sure it’s me they’re talking about.” So they were interested in him. Lance couldn’t help the giddy smile on his face.

“Wait, really? You didn’t mix words up?”

“I really hope not. Actually, I have an idea. Are you done with Shiro’s?”

“Yeah. But what are you planning?” Hunk asked, handing the cup over.

“Trust me, if I tell you, I might talk myself out of it, or you’ll try and I might let you.” Lance carried the two drinks over to the table. The two stopped talking when Lance approached.

Hai, dozo.” Lance said in Japanese, as he set the cups down. The two started responding in Japanese but stopped before looking right at him. “Just so you know, I’ve been studying Japanese for the past two years. I do feel bad for eavesdropping but I’m not upset about what I heard.”

The two stared at him before Keith hid his face in his hands, “of course you understood us. Why not add to my embarrassment?”

“If it makes you feel better, I had my fingers crossed that you were actually talking about me or this conversation would be really weird. But just so you don’t have to wait, I am interest in going out with you two. If that’s what you were getting at?”

“Yes, actually. We’ve wanted to ask you for a while, but we’ve actually gotten a bit shy. After seeing you today, we decided we were going to ask today, but it seems that you beat us to it.” Shiro explained, his face actually looking a bit red. Keith was still hiding his face. The guy might be willing to yell at strangers, but it was cute to see him so flustered. “So, where did you learn, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Oh, I’m minoring in Japanese at Voltron University.”

“Wait, you go to Voltron? How come we’ve never seen you?” Keith asked, immerging from his palms.

“Well I major in childhood education, so that might be why.”

“Let’s not forget we live off campus Keith. You barely want to be on campus as much as it is. In fact, did you want to come to our house for dinner of Friday? I think it’ll be a good excuse to avoid everyone and still be together, since it’s Valentine’s Day. I’m even willing to pull out Japanese recipes.”

“You can cook whatever you want. I’ll just bring a ton of chocolate.”

Keith swiped the sharpie attached to Lance apron and wrote a number down on a napkin before handing both items to Lance. “That’s my number. Text tonight so we can fill out the details?”

The same giddy smile made it back to Lance’s face as he took the items from Keith. “Sure. I’ll leave you to it.” He gave them both a smile before heading back behind the counter. Hunk was giving him a knowing look.

“Well that went really well.”

“I did not want to embarrass myself like that.” He heard Keith moan.

“He said yes, so let’s be thankful for that.”

Lance looked back at Hunk, “really well. Hey, do you think you can help me make a shit ton of chocolate before Valentine’s? I’ve got a lot of unhad dates to make up for.”

Soulmate Seokmin

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series 

You love your soulmate with your whole entire heart and you haven’t even met him yet; you’ve only felt the imprints of his soul. But you know it would be impossible not to love someone with this much warmth and affection in his life. 

And somehow, he belongs with you. In some impossible blessing of the universe, you know your positive, beautiful soulmate will come to you one day. Because the soulmate connection never fails. 

The connection itself is a strange thing. Every person in the world views their surroundings in black and white, devoid of any color other than those which match the current mood of their soulmate.

When the soulmate is sad, certain blues pop suddenly into focus - cold and gloomy shades. When calm, the scale of tips closer to teal. When happy, only the brightest warm yellows will burst into color. When passionate, a specific kind of red might be drawn out, and when angry, the red is different still. Sometimes, multiple colors come through at once, and at other times, its just the one. Of course, the whole phenomenon is hard to define; human emotions have always been complex and difficult to pin down.

It can take a while for people to learn the intricacies of the colors as well, but somehow time gives clarity, and as you grow up, you learn almost instinctively what it means when you can see a certain shade.

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In honor of Aaron’s next concert being TOMORROW here are some pictures I took from his Wolf Trap concert last month (Saturday’s show)