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12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.

I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl Screeching into the Void” because I was so happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every moment. I also said this: “I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)

But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh, I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented meta writers.

Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino was saying and doing with this movie… 

Being a meta writing, destiel shipper with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange… what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry? Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)

I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:

Dean – Mr White (duh)

Mary – Mr Pink

Wally – Mr Brown

Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here

Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch would be Joe here… its not too obvious)

Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)

Explanations and various meta under the cut. This gets long:

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anonymous asked:

Rfa+v and Saeran reactions to mc breaking her phone or something and she doesn't answer for over a day. Thanks also I really like your blog!

Thank you so much!! 

Yoosung

- At first, when you don’t respond to his ‘Good morning!’ text, he doesn’t try to think much of it. Sometimes you slept in later than him!

- But you ignored his ‘Good afternoon!’ texts…And even sent a call of his to voicemail.

- Panicking, he started messaging Zen a bit.

- Did he forget something? Was he acting really bad? Was he being too clingy??

- After Zen calmed him down just a tad, he told Yoosung that you phone probably died.

- He tries to think that’s the answer, that he didn’t fuck up the only relationship he’s ever been in, but as it gets darker and darker out, with nothing from you, he Panics.

- He’s pacing in his house, trying to get Seven to answer his phone while holding his tears back, when you open the door.

- Before you can even explain your phone’s battery had died, he’s running to you full of apologies and hugging you tight

- When you finally calm him down and finally get through to him he didn’t do anything, he feels embarrassed by how panicked he had gotten, but your sweet kisses help him wash away those feelings

Jaehee

- Jahee probably wouldn’t panic as badly. At least it wouldn’t show.

- She thought you overslept at first, missing any alarms, and that’s why you hadn’t shown for work yet

 - I mean the two of you weren’t living together, so she hadn’t seen you since the cafe closed last night

- She can handle the cafe on her own, with the help of a few employees that were already there, but she is an anxious mess all day. 

- Accidentally bumping into things, nearly dropping cups, almost spilling coffee on herself.

- As the day draws to a close, she’s nearly sweating. She wants to call the police, but she knows Seven would be able to help better.

- She’s just about to hit his contact when she hears her name being called, and when she turns around your arms are instantly around her.

- After explaining you managed to sleep most of the day away, phone dead, her worry turns into small and gentle scolding since it’s apparent you’re overworking yourself.

- She’s so relieved that you’re safe, though you are going to get a small lecture about how to properly take care of yourself.

Jumin

- He usually has set times to call you through the day. If you don’t answer, you’re quick to shoot him a message when you can to explain why.

- So at first, he doesn’t think much of it. He saw you in bed this morning, and after the rough night the two of you had, you probably were sleeping in a bit.

- But once it hits past noon, and the chef reports that no one answered when he tried to bring food, Jumin is slowly hitting ‘Panic Mode’

- What seals the deal is when he calls Driver Kim to make sure you didn’t go somewhere, and he reports that he’s just driven for Jumin that day

- So after one meeting that was very difficult to focus in, he alerts Jaehee he’s taking a longer break to check up on you

- When he gets to the house and you’re gone, it takes a lot of talking from the RFA members to not call the police.

- Because, lets face it, if he wanted to, he would have the whole area looking for you in seconds.

- So he waits a bit, setting a time for himself to give in and call, while Seven is checking any CCTVs of the place

- But all of that gets interrupted when you come through the doors, a shy smile on your face

- Guess who managed to forget her phone at home when an old friend wanted to hang out?

- Jumin frowns for a bit, but he can’t stay upset or even become close to mad- He just hugs you tight and asks if you can try to remember to bring it with you next time, or at least get Driver Kim to take you somewhere.

Zen

- It takes him a while to notice, due to how busy he always is at work. 

- On breaks he’s always sending you a message, full of hearts and possibly a selfie or two

- And you send the same texts back to him, and he’s set for the day!

- But when it hits his last break and there’s still no answer from you, and everyone reports that you haven’t been on the chatroom all day, he Panics.

- He tells his director he has an emergency, and that he has to leave asap

- Thankfully, they were close to being done, so the director let him go without any fuss

- As soon as he’s out, he hightails it to your place, running a few stoplights on his motorcycle.

- Once there, and once he remembers where the spare is, he busts in and calls your name

- No answer and he panics even more, until he sees you sleeping in the bedroom, a basket of used tissues near you

- Oh… He forgot that you mentioned you felt sick yesterday.

- When you sleepily wake up, he calms down and explains why he’s there, and after you weakly laugh, starts shedding his jacket.

- If you’re sick, then you definately need some loving care, right?

Seven

- It would be hard for him to panic about the situation.

- When you leave in the morning to run a few errands, he doesn’t think much of it, just assumes you’ll be back later.

- But through the day you’re not even responding to his texts! Not even the funny ones with the best memes.

- Or even his very worried ones

- Once it gets pretty late in the day, he’s looking at CCTVS all over the place trying to locate where you could be

- He’s not really hacking much anymore, but he still has some people after him occasionally.

- He’s so caught up looking for you, that he doesn’t even notice when you eventually come in. You even said hello and he responded!

- Quietly you flick his head, and that pulls him out of it pretty quickly. At first he asks why you hit him, and then remembering you were gone all day, he practically nearly breaks your back with how strong his hug is.

- Eventually you explain you accidentally left your phone home, and that’s why you weren’t responding to his jokes.

- He fusses about losing his touch since he couldn’t locate you on the CCTV, and when you glance you just laugh

- He was looking for yesterday’s date, and that’s when he realized that it was monday, not sunday. 

- You weren’t going to let him live that one down.

Saeran

- At first when you don’t answer, he just shrugs it off. Sometimes he didn’t have a chance to respond to your texts, it was normal.

- But usually you…did..Around lunchtime. You always asked if he had ate. And if not, then you would suggest going to eat together

- And today he was really hoping to do that…

- But he let it slide, trying not to be too clingy. 

- Then again, he couldn’t let it last all day. When your phone sent him straight to voicemail, he panicked. 

- He checked the CCTV and found out you hadn’t even left the house yet, so he was quick to ‘borrow’ his brother’s car and drive out there himself.

- He spent a bit outside of your door, trying to make sure this was an ‘okay’ thing to do, but eventually he let himself in

-… Only to find you asleep on the couch, phone dead, and a game controller in your hands

- He scoffed a bit, noticing a new game case on the coffee table, and it wasn’t hard to figure out you had another ‘all nighter’ with a game.

- Though, since it was pretty late in the afternoon, he woke you up, lightly scolding you and telling you to get up so the two of you could eat.

V

- He would try his best to be patient about the whole situation

- He noticed this morning you were gone out of the house, but your phone was left under the pillow

- He needed to be trusting, to not worry. He had this happen several times before you, he could learn to deal with it again

- But he was so anxious the whole day.

- He wanted to send you sweet messages, to ask you how you were doing, if you were having fun

- But your phone at home meant it would be pointless

- But…He could leave sweet messages anyway, right? That wouldn’t be too bad. 

- So every time he worried, every time he noticed how late it was getting, that’s what he did. It didn’t wash away his anxiety completely, but it did help.

-Late at night, when you finally walked in, realizing you left your phone at his place instead of his, you were greeted by a tight hug.

- He was so worried about you, even if he wished he could avoid showing it

- But you just apologized and laughed a bit when he seemed a bit embarrassed.

- After a few more hugs and kisses, you left with your phone in tow, not noticing the cute messages until you got home

- It really did made you smile, and you were quick to send a few of your own.

anonymous asked:

I've just read about Tony feeling unwanted and man, it breaks my heart! Could you write something about Tony having enough? Like, he feels that Team Cap thinks they don't need him, they don't appreciate him and they never did. So he leaves, he doesn't stop being an Iron Man, but leaves Avengers. Maybe he has his own team with Rhodey and Spidey and whoever else. Maybe he helps Defenders from time to time. Maybe he works alone. (1)

But the point is, even if Avengers think that they don’t need him, they really do. Because he did so much for them all this time. Like, when SHIELD fell, he and his company invested them, repaired their equipment and made new one, took care of PR and media. And they never even knew, or just never cared, until he left. Now they have no one to replace him and to be as efficient as he was. They’re just too close to failing apart.(2)


I can and I most certainly will! All those angst-filled headcanons from yesterday didn’t just make me want to curl up under a ton of blankets to hide from the world, they also, they also reminded me how freaking bitter I still am. So yeah, hope you don’t mind, anon, but I thought your ask would be the perfect way to kick off bitter Sunday!

Because we’re talking about Tony Stark, guys. We’re talking about the man who build a suit of armour in a freaking cave. Who got kidnapped by the bad guys and blew his own way right back out. Yes, he’s hurt. Yes, he’s fucking heartbroken. Yes, most days the weight of his own mistakes and failings almost crushes him. Yes, being confronted with the team he was never allowed to belong to he lost is rubbing salt into the slashing wounds that still haven’t healed, bleed sluggishly from time to time.

But.

There’s a line he’s drawn into the sand a long time ago, back when he first became Iron Man, and it matters. He does what is expected of him. Shakes the returning Avengers’ hands. Smiles for the cameras. Is quoted stressing that he supports the UN’s decisions, that with the new and revised Accords in place, there’s no room for old grudges and vendettas. And he means it. What he doesn’t say though, is that there’s no room for old friendships and favours either.

Truth is, Earth needs as many heroes as possible. It needs them in once place, with stable communication channels, capable of working and strategising and organising together. The exiled Avengers are a rare resource they can’t afford to waste. There is also the fact that being trust back into the limelight limits them in a way working from the shadows doesn’t, forces a vague but still present sense of accountability on them that Tony may or may not take a great amount of pleasure in.

But here’s another, much more fortunate truth: they don’t need to be a team to save the world. It’s a truth that’s been hanging over them from the beginning, back when Iron Man wasn’t a part of the Avengers because he didn’t have to be for the plot to work. In retrospect, Tony can appreciate Fury’s actions for the well-played moves they were.

So he does what he would have done years ago, if not for sentimentalities and a misplaced sense of loyalty holding him back: he cuts the wire.

With the new accords has come a committee and a new governmental agency in charge of handling the nationally and internationally operating enhanced strike teams. Tony uses this development to his advantage, separates his business from the agency entirely, because really, a billionaire shouldn’t own parts of an organisation designed to keep him in check.

Tony signs the new agreements and as Iron Man he is to be deployed whenever necessary, but he is no longer part of any team. And he makes a point of proving that time and again.

When members of his ex-team are involved in a fight he wasn’t, he refuses any comment on the actions, they are none of his business after all, and really, shouldn’t you ask the people who were actually there? He doesn’t get involved in group press conferences unless there are more than just the ex-Avengers present because presenting a united front as enhanced humans is one thing, presenting a united front with them is another thing altogether. 

He doesn’t build weapons, suits and other improvements for anyone but himself and the people he deems worthy of his gifts either–those designs have always been too dangerous to be allowed into the hands of a government agency, and none of his former team mates make the cut onto the trusted list anymore. 

He doesn’t interact with them anyways, unless it’s on the comms during a fight or via a representative or his official email account (his private contact information is no longer available to them). All his employees knows better than to give them access to anything non-public without a properly scheduled meeting, and even Pepper doesn’t disagree with him on this one. She’s the one that usually shows up on these meetings anyways, and she doesn’t give them an inch, because there’s a reason Tony hired her in the first place.

And it might have started out as simple avoidance and being petty but you know what? Tony’s doing pretty damn well on his own. He doesn’t need the team, he’s always known that, but proving it to himself ends up feeling surprisingly good. Empowering. Freeing even. 

Because even though it feels like that in the very beginning, Tony isn’t actually alone. He’s got Pepper, with whom he’s slowly working out the post-failed-relationship-awkwardness, and Rhodey, who’s recovery is a slow, painful process but still a process, and loyal, steady Happy. He also has Peter, who’s too eager and reminds Tony too much of himself, but who doesn’t leave or get bored by Tony’s enthusiastic rants. He’s got Harely with whom he face-times at least once a week to science and chatter.

He’s got people who care about him and enjoy spending time with him, and the more time passes, the more Tony realises how not-okay his relationships with his former team have really been, how not-okay he’s been. And he still misses them, from time to time, but it’s the fleeting yearning for a missed opportunity, not the heartbreaking free fall into a bottomless darkness it used to be.

The point is, Tony is in a good place. Without the team that never wanted him. 

(And on days he still feels a little down, watching that Youtube clip of a tiny, three-year old girl in an Iron Man t-shirt throwing her ice cream at Steve Roger’s face with devastating accuracy, the one that cuts off right as the older brother is shown laughing so hard tears are streaming down his face and assuring his indignant little sister that yes, he’ll get her a new ice cream, he’s very proud of her standing up against bullies, is surprisingly cathartic.)

anonymous asked:

:D Hello there! Thank you for your lovely blog <3 May I please request some headcanons or drabbles (your choice!) for bros with a high maintenance fem s/o. Not in the overbearing or mean way, just loves to look pretty with makeup and nail-polish. Wears nice clothes and high heels and doesn't like to touch dirty things.

Sooo, I am terribly clueless on this front so please excuse my ignorance that will clearly come through when I write this up LMAO! I don’t use make-up and I just throw on whatever I can get my hands on in the morning (which is usually smart casual work clothing I’ve ironed the weekend prior to the work week or pyjamas for weekends). Anyways, these should be a nice break from the onslaught of recent angst I’ve been posting xD Thanks for sending in a light hearted request and for enjoying my blog- you are so sweet <3

Tagging: @rubyphilomela, @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @thechocoboexpress and @hypaalicious <3 If anyone wants to be tagged in future posts, let me know via asks/PM and I’ll compile a list LOL :D


Noctis: Noctis doesn’t understand why you are so pre-occupied with your looks. He’s seen you without makeup on more than one occasion and he thinks that the stuff you wear on your face doesn’t really do your natural features justice. But you like experimenting with new foundations, blushes, eye-liners and the like, so because it makes you happy, Noctis doesn’t really express any negativity towards your makeup habit. He is a little wary about your obsession with nail polish only because he absolutely sucks at applying it for you. And because he sucks at applying nail polish, you usually end up using his as your own guinea pig to practice new nail polish art on his own nails. Noctis actually doesn’t mind that you paint his nails, but there have been many incidents where he’s walked into the high council room only to realise he still had little cute sheep painted perfectly onto his strangely perfect manicured nails. His father still laughs about those incidents until this day and you are secretly proud of amusing the King of Lucis to that extent for such an extended period of time.

When you had accompanies Noctis out on his adventure after the fall of Insomnia from the Hunter’s Outpost, Noctis was gobsmacked by how stylishly you dressed even in crisis. Black skinny jeans and a silvery grey loose tank top styled with a studded leather jacket and heeled leather boots with golden buckles. Sure, you looked good but… when Ignis pointed out the impracticality of your outfit, you had argued with Noctis’ advisor to the point that Ignis had to pop a few asprins and Noctis was simply exasperated by your passion for fashion. Noctis admittedly laughed rather loudly when your precious boots got dirtied by a copious amount of basilisk droppings. You were very mad at him for not understanding your distress regarding the matter, but Noctis had made it up to you by pushing aside his princely status and scrubbing at your boots early in the morning, despite his strong reputation as a groggy morning person, as an apology for his insensitivity.

“Hey… you didn’t have to do that.” You whisper quietly, mindful of the other sleeping boys in the tent. Noctis shrugs his shoulders shyly and continues scrubbing.

“I just want you to be happy. I didn’t like it when you cried last night about the boots. I felt like a shitty boyfriend. I’m sorry, y/n.” You accepted his apology with a tender kiss to his cheek. You knew you were high maintenance, but you were eternally grateful that your Noctis was so accommodating to you.


Prompto: Prompto always tells you that you look absolutely adorable without makeup. In fact, he thinks you look prettier without it. You simply shoot him a rather harsh glare and question whether he even appreciates the time and effort you take to look pretty and presentable for him. This admittedly hurts Prompto’s feelings- that’s not what he meant. That’s not what he meant at all! But he doesn’t say a word. He just lets you vent, like the sweet sunshine child he is, and then apologises after you’ve gotten it all out of your system.

Sometimes you use your foundation on Prompto’s freckles, just to see what he would look like without them. He looks way too different and you immediately wipe the makeup off his face and press a kiss to his nose, telling him that he looks perfect the way he is naturally. When he reflects the compliment back to you, you simply avert your gaze and softly deny his words. Prompto knows now to fight you on this. He doesn’t want you to get upset with him. So he simply presses a few kisses to your skin and smiles against your lips, inviting you to make out with him.

One time, Prompto spilled your favourite tub of nail polish all over your carpet floor in your bedroom. That resulted in a rather tense argument which ended in you absolutely seething about his clumsiness on other regards and aspects of life. You stopped venting immediately as soon as you saw the first of his tears fall. You felt terrible. And so, while you never really asked him to handle your nail polish personally, you practiced your nail art on his fingers. Prompto actually likes to help you out in this regard and is happy to take pictures of both your nails and his nails so that you can update your beauty blog with your new creation. He has pretty fingers, and you end up getting more likes for his pictures that for your own! But what makes you happiest is the fact that Prompto likes to spend time with you painting nails and discussing colour and pattern schemes.

Prompto absolutely loathes going shopping with you though. He doesn’t like crowded places, and you always drag him to sales and the like. He’s always stuck holding all your bags too. He doesn’t ever say anything to you in complaint, but you usually figure it out way too late at the end of the day after all the excitement is gone and you and Prompto are finally leaving the shopping mall. His face is clammy and pale and he can’t seem to speak proper sentences because he’s so tired. So you end up taking the bags from your boyfriend before leading him home and taking care of him until he feels more energetic.

Prompto usually ends up taking you on hikes with him, which he adores. You like to spend time with him but hiking always ruins your clothes. You always end up screeching about a grass stain of a really deep dirt stain on your stylish clothes. This usually ends up making Prompto smirk and then bring up the shopping mall incidents, which immediately shuts you up. You go through with the whole hiking thing, and even take a few pictures with Prompto for the memories, but the moment you two get back to your home, you are the first in the shower, much to the amusement of your sunshine boyfriend.

Despite the clashes the two of you have occasionally, you two compromise well and absolutely adore one another. Prompto finds your high-maintenance self both quirky and extremely loveable. And you adore your clumsy, shy boyfriend.


Gladio: Gladio has straight up told you to get rid of the ‘shit’ that you’ve caked onto your face. This occasional statement usually ends in tears on your part, which results in bear hugs from the guilty party (i.e., Gladiolus Amicitia). Gladio always goes on spiels about how you are beautiful in your natural form and how makeup is not good for your skin in the long term. Whenever you state that you’re using foundation to cover up blemishes, Gladio rightfully advises you that maybe the makeup is contributing to your breakouts. You ignore this tidbit of information from your health nut boyfriend and continue to use your makeup because it makes you feel comfortable. Gladio realises that you like to use makeup every day because it boosts your confidence, but he still doesn’t quite understand why you need the confidence boost- he thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous!

Gladio runs for the hills when he spies nail polish bottles. First of all, he doesn’t like the smell of nail polish, it makes him sneeze. Secondly, he always ends up smearing your creations all over his face and skin and even furniture because he always forgets to stay still and let the coats dry off before doing his own thing. You have learned to just Gladio do his own thing as you develop your nail art skills yourself.

Gladio enjoys your sexy fashion sense immensely, but sometimes he grows agitated when you continue to dress rather provocatively out on the field. You become a little bit of a distraction with your low cut tops and your short leather skirts. Sure, you were boy shorts under the skirts, but you’re still showing a lot of skin. You personally feel like the clothes are both fashionable, cute and practical, but Gladio doesn’t like the way he’s caught Noctis, Prompto and EVEN IGNIS (*le gasp Iggy whut?!*) staring at your long legs at the end of a fight.

But that frustration is usually quelled when you end up screaming about getting blood and guts all over yourself. He finds your reactions to grime and dirt extremely amusing, much to your own chagrin. He teases you a lot about your aversion to uncleanliness, even going as far as hugging you every moment he gets when he hasn’t showered in days. You usually just tough it out, despite hating the smell and the grime, and hug him back.

Just because he’s being an ass about it all, doesn’t mean that you don’t love him and want to smother him with affection, after all.


Ignis: Ignis likes that you take care of you appearance- he thinks that it’s a good sign of vigilance and self-care- but there are times when he thinks that you take it a little too far.

Like the time when you spent TWO HOURS getting ready for a casual dinner with friends at the local diner. Ignis had almost sent you back to your room, demanding you change your over the top cocktail dress for a simple ensemble of jeans and a tshirt, but he stopped himself just in time when he realised just how radiant and confident you looked in your outfit. He’d held his tongue then and just sighed, gesturing for the door and watching you saunter out in your killer red heels, your hips swaying confidently as you walked.

And that other time when you painted his nails while he was asleep. He had rubbed at his cheek, feeling a little itchy, only to have smeared hot pink and bright orange nail polish on his skin. You had found it hilarious, but Ignis just looked incredibly tired. Ignis, however, was surprisingly good at painting your nails. So after some trial and error, you and Ignis had decided that Wednesday evenings would be your nail art day, where Ignis would fool around with your nail paints and make your nails look adorable and pretty for the rest of the coming week. Like his cooking, his nail art skills were AMAZING. He even managers to draw the Lucian crest onto your nails during one of your Wednesday sessions, which was impressing considering he only used a very sharp toothpick to make the designs on your finger nails.

Ignis doesn’t like that you aren’t very practical with your clothing on the field. Sure, he likes that you want to look well-presented wherever you go, but the blazer jacket and pencil skirt you insisted on wearing with nude stockings was absolutely not ideal at all out on the field. In fact, the moment you had ended up ripping your skirt and stockings while you were trying to run from a rather angry nest of Hundlegs, Ignis had refused to patch them up for you when you had arrived to camp. Instead, he handed you a pair of black leggings, some protective knee pads and a dark green tunic top with tribal patterns on the sleeves.

“I am NOT wearing that Iggy.”

“Then continue to wear your impractical threads- it is of little concern to me. I like the rugged look on you, it’s different.” You catch the humour in his tone and you huff in defeat, snatching the new clothes from Ignis and changing into them behind some shrubbery. When you emerge yet again, you pout and wrap your arms around Ignis’ waist.

“You’re mean.” You whine.

“Only because I love you. And I want you to be both comfortable and safe.”

You sigh and press a kiss onto his freckled neck.

“Fine. You win. Love you too, Iggy.”

Matthew Daddario Quotes Pt. 2
  • "Is my butt my pumpkin?"
  • "Handing out side-eye like gravity pulls left."
  • "Go kiss a train!"
  • "Can I book this lady for my next birthday?"
  • "Punching isn't solving problems as much as usual."
  • "It's nice when you haven't read a book in ten years so you forget most of it and it's like reading it anew."
  • "Man, that was a sweaty, shirtless day."
  • "I'm not resisting this?"
  • "Vampires are cats?"
  • "Sometimes I write out the description of the face."
  • "Mmm-mm, PHOTOSYNTHESIS!"
  • "You guys keep calling me a dork. Kind of a bummer."
  • "Like with the VROOM thing?"
  • "What if they don't like the same food as me? I can't handle that kind of let down."
  • "Plants are green sometimes."
  • "Oh, that's inappropriate!"
  • "They always open their mouths and they do this, 'Don't bother me!'"
  • "I get to travel more and learn about plants."
  • "If anyone reads this, don't curse. It's bad, and if you all start doing it all the time it won't be as fun when I do it."
  • "Still at home, making pickles."
  • "It helps if you imagine all the pigeons coo'ing at you and they just don't annunciate the 'L'."
  • "I just really want them to find Genghis Khan's tomb this year."
  • "Just chop the hand off to stop the spread."
  • "I'm sure many people have asked themselves that question when they were about 12 and thought 'Oh, what a great thought that was' and I just said it when I'm 29."
  • "They're definitely going at it head first."
  • "Tall guy and little dude need a cop show spin-off."
  • "I'm gonna press the button. Here we go. That's not a button."
  • "This is so deranged! What a sick thing."
  • "I'm a little more professional. I don't giggle when someone says something funny."
  • "Why do people play this game?"
  • "This has been a stressful experience."
  • "I must be really into burning the roof of my mouth when I eat pizza because I never. Freaking. Learn."
  • "Makes me wanna go to sleep."
  • "I don't understand what that sentence means."
  • "Is an eggplant really a plant? Has it in its name, but it's not an egg."
  • "So many lame puns to write, so many buns to touch."
  • "I was allowed to curse there."
  • "Hot sauce in my bag at all times. Always have hot sauce."
  • "I don't know the Pokemon situation. I'm not gonna lie."
  • "This is a morbid question."
  • "That's some information about plants."
  • "My mom is more impressive than your mom. That's truth."
  • "Yo, tall guy, you gonna use your words this episode to solve problems? Improve relationships?"
  • "This feels like a very personal question, BuzzFeed. I am tempted to make something up."
  • "Honestly, city people! Am I right?"
  • "My friend would punch me in the face."
  • "This is the plus happiness rune."
  • "I'm pressing the button! Beep!"
  • "I'm not gonna take off my shirt. Come on."
  • "Just threw so much shade that she's gonna have to take vitamin D supplements for life."
  • "Don't say inappropriate things on here. Come on, guys!"
  • "Dates are stressful. Just go home and see what happens."
  • "Literally just told you not to do that."
  • "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT DEER SOUND LIKE, LADY!"
  • "If you don't agree, whatever!"
  • "Are these pop culture references that I'm not getting?"
  • "Lucky I'm here to provide therapy."
  • "They are getting a little sweaty and enjoying themselves together."
  • "Twins are sometimes made when an egg splits, I think."
  • "I can't reblog it because it would be narcissistic."
  • "Harry and Isaiah, who are not here, which is a bummer."
  • "I can't remember my first date. I'm sure it went splendidly."
  • "He's back home in London! Home of the world's largest skillet!"
  • "Wacky antics! Misunderstandings! Sexy interlopers!"
  • "Tell me how much you loved my sleeping."
  • "Teen dot com doesn't know their internet slang like we do!"
  • "Maybe he needs more of those forced memory flashbacks. Those seem healthy."

visualkei-fan  asked:

Hello! I wanted to compliment you on your blog. You write some of the BEST fluff I have ever read, and I wanted to scream so loudly when I read your adorable stories. Also, I was wondering if I could request some Akashi fluff (though you probably have a lot of those requests already) where the s/o knew about his 'emperor' personality from before, but they only start dating after he swaps back, and he's very cautious around them because he doesn't want to hurt them? Thank you!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much!! I’m so happy right now


You’d known of Akashi quite a while before the two of you actually began dating, it was rather hard not to know of him if you were being honest. And so you were aware of his alternate personality. That other version of himself that was much colder, much more controlling, and much more intimidating; the one that pushed people away unless they were of use to him, the one that hurt a lot of people.

When you thought about it, that was probably why he was so cautious around you when he was stressed. Akashi didn’t ever want to slip and risk switching to his other self, no, that needed to be avoided at all costs. This is why, you think, he hides himself away so often; he’ll never ask you for help, and never allow you to linger near him for too long when he has a lot of work to do, or if he’d had a particularly stressful day.

This was incredibly frustrating for you as you’d like nothing more than to be able to be there during Akashi’s times of distress. You’d like to be able to help him feel better, and, more than anything, be able to reassure him that you weren’t afraid of him. Akashi needed to know that you weren’t made of glass and you could handle whatever you had to, he needed to know the depth of which you cared for him. Therefore, the next time he attempted to break away from you as you ran up to meet him after school, you didn’t let him go. You didn’t leave his side.

“What are you doing?” He asked you as you steadfastly matched the quick pace he was walking at.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied earnestly, watching Akashi carefully out of the corner of your eye.

“You’re following me, ______,” Akashi said calmly, his voice level but firm, “I believe we agreed that you’d leave me alone when I need to be left,”

“Ah, but, maybe I can be of help, I can help you relax,”

Akashi scoffed quietly, you almost missed the incredulous sound, “what are you talking about? I have far too much to do to relax.”

You hummed, “you aren’t going to be able to concentrate if you’re so tightly wound up though, just let me come home with you, Seijuro,”

“I appreciate your concern, ______, but I’m sure I’ll be fine, you know that I don’t like company quite so much when I have a lot of work,”

You fought the urge to argue, knowing that raising your voice would accomplish nothing, but it really was frustrating that your concern was being batted away so easily. It made you feel like Akashi really didn’t care, but you knew that wasn’t the case, you knew, deep down, that he was simply being protective. Though, with just how much effort he was putting in to push you away this time, it just made you worry more. You thought he’d of cracked by now.

Up ahead, you could see the car that had come to pick Akashi up from school and you knew it was now or never. Once he got in that car you’d of lost your chance to get through to him. So you stopped walking, grounding yourself and your resolve, you were going to do this.

“Seijuro, please,” Akashi continued to walk. “Seijuro! Will you just let me help you!?” You called after him desperately. He continued to walk and your heart felt like it was being squeezed in your chest. “Just stop! Listen to me! I know what you’re trying to do, that you don’t want to hurt me, I know that! But I’m not scared of you, Sei! I know-” your voice cracked, forcing you to stop for a moment and regain your composure, to will your eyes to stop burning and your throat to stop closing. “Just- just let me… Let me come home with you, let me see for myself that you’re okay, I don’t… You can’t keep locking yourself away from me, Sei, it hurts me more that you won’t let me do what I can than anything you think you could do to me! Don’t you trust me? I-”

“________.” Akashi interrupted you with your name and you realised that he was standing still a few feet from you. From looking at his back you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, so you didn’t say anything more, you simply stood there and waited, barely even registering the tears that had escaped.

Akashi slowly turned around, his eyes locking onto yours, both of them still the same warm colour. Even now, being able to see his face, you still couldn’t work out what he was feeling - he wore an unreadable mask, something Akashi had always been able to do was hide his true emotions.

He then began to walk towards you at a steady pace, his line of sight never averting from you, never glancing away, you had his full attention but for better or for worse you did not know. Akashi paused when he was directly before you before lifting his arm, slowly, carefully, with purpose, wrapping his slender fingers around your forearm, and tugging you forwards and into his chest.

Akashi moved swiftly then, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other cradling the back of your head and neck, he tucked his face into your shoulder and you almost couldn’t believe this was happening. Akashi had never initiated such a bold statement of affection in public before, he was much more of a private person.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and quiet and tickling your ear and vibrating in his chest against you. You felt his arms pull you even closer, knocking you out of your stupor as you reached up and encased your own arms around his body, pressing your face against him and gathering fistfuls of his school shirt in your clenched fists. “I didn’t mean to cause you this pain, ______, I just don’t want to hurt the one I hold most dearly, if I push you away then I have no-one; I suppose I went about this the wrong way,”

You laughed then, because this was all just so him that it was almost funny. Except it wasn’t. It was upsetting. But at least now you had a way in to prove yourself.

Akashi allowed you to come home with him that evening and you made sure to make the best of it. In the car, on the way there, you sat directly next to Akashi, rather than leaving a space like you normally would, and your hand sought out his. You leaned into his shoulder, making sure he could feel your presence and warmth clearly, and when you felt him shift and lean his head down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head, you knew that you were making all the right moves.

When you arrived at his house, you took his bag from him and placed a hand on the small of his back as he walked up the stairs to his room, you following behind him. You placed his bag down near his bed, and put yours down next to it before turning back to face where Akashi stood with one hand on the handle of the closed door, and the other in his pocket, his head tilted down towards the floor.

“Seijuro?” You asked softly. You were about to take a step towards him when he suddenly looked to face you, and then you were in his arms again before you could even comprehend what was happening. He held you close for a moment before you felt a hand at your jaw and your stomach exploded into butterflies. You brought your head back from his chest and felt warmth flood through you as Akashi slowly moved his head closer you yours, pressing your foreheads together before tenderly kissing your lips, his other hand skimming up your back and settling underneath your hair, against the nape of your neck.

“Thank you,” He said, his breath ghosting against your cheek as he pulled away, his closed eyes slowly opening. You smiled, sliding your hand over his forehead and through his hair, laughing breathily as he leaned into your touch.

“Right then,” you mused, “you’ve got some work to be getting on with,” you quickly pressed a kiss to his temple before taking both his hands in yours and pulling him towards his desk, relishing in the subtle happiness on his face and his pink-tinged cheeks.

anonymous asked:

My issue with Ned is that, as a powerful man, he knows that once Sansa marries Joffrey, she will belong to Joffrey. Let's say Joffrey's paternity is never questioned, but Ned finds out who killed Jon Arryn,& all evidence points to Cersei. Ned goes to Robert with the evidence, which allows Robert to execute Cersei for treason. Joffrey will end up marrying, Sansa, whose dad helped kill his mom. Ned doesn't recognize that things like the Trident will impact the J/S marriage& her life at court.

That’s a fair assessment of Sansa’s situation and a very valid criticism. I recognize that Ned is in a difficult position since that betrothal is a turbulent political issue in and of itself, and his investigation of the Lannisters only makes it more so but there is something off in the way he handles this betrothal. The text does not give us much in terms of Ned’s thoughts on Sansa’s betrothal so I’m going to trace it back to Catelyn’s second chapter in AGoT because that is the only time we get a sense of what Ned thinks of this matter.

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anonymous asked:

I really like your style of character analysis and the deep thought you put into your posts so I have to ask: Do you ship Shiro and Lance? Why or why not? What do you think of their relationship? I'd be really interested to hear your thoughts on how their personalities interact, and some potential good points and bad points to their relationship going forward. Thank you and have a nice day!! :)

Alright so, I was initially gonna make this a short answer but the more I thought about my reply, the more it kind of spiraled into my thoughts on the characters personalities and relationships as well as some of my major grievances for how the fandom chooses to handle those aspects of the characters. So I’m sorry if this ask kind of explores other aspects of the series outside of this ship.

Tbh I dont actively ship Shance in any meaningful way. I mean I reblog the art and the like, but I struggle to really envision Shiro and Lance’s potential as a romantic couple in my own mind and therefore can’t really find a reason to ship it myself. But it’s a viable ship in it’s own right, and I can see why people might enjoy it since Lance and Shiro are usually well liked by most fans. And if I can ever really wrap my mind over how the two might act in a romantic situation with one another maaaaaybe I’ll ship it. But for now I’m just kinda meh on the subject.

However when it comes to my opinions on the two’s canon relationship well… lets just say it opens a whole can of worms on more than a few of my grievances with how the fandom chooses to intrepret the characters of Shiro, Lance, and, yes, Keith.

Before I dive into my exact issues, I feel like I should first tackle my problems with the way the fandom tends to treat the characters.

Let’s start with Lance.

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anonymous asked:

So a little birdie told me if I had an itch to scratch (a kastle prompt) you were the person to go to? So here's my shot in the dark. Karen & Frank are caught by some gangster or something and the bad guy is smart hurting Karen to get info outta frank (info frank actually doesn't have)

I’m sorry for the delay, anon! I do have something - I dug up something old and finished it just for you :) It’s more working with the prompt, rather than the direct scene itself - but I hope you still like it!

Frank finds Karen trussed up in the back of a van in Queens.

He doesn’t really remember much about how. There is skin crammed under his fingernails and blood slopped down his front. He is panting, braced somehow against the bumper with a knife in his hand but all he can see, all he remembers, is the expression on her pale, dirty face when he’d pulled open the door.

He hauls himself into the back. His left leg threatens to crumple beneath him, trembling and wobbly and weak as shit but he makes it in and he kneels himself before her, taking the knife to the zip ties.

He tries to go carefully, slow. He doesn’t know what they’ve done to her. He knows it only been a few hours, he knows that they’re dead; he knows that he slaughtered them but he doesn’t know what they’ve done and that thought lodges itself in that thick skull of his, and it scares him more than anything.

He tries to cut the zip ties, but his hands, they just won’t stop shaking.

She’s pushed herself up to meet him. She moves, presses against the knife, and she’s saying something, saying his name, he thinks – but then the ties around her ankles give and he has an armful of warm, alive, Karen Page.

It’s jarring, the sudden, intimate touch. Her head tucks beneath his chin, her arms like steel bands around his chest. He breathes her in, the smell of her shampoo and the dirt and the sweat and when he absorbs that through the haze of his heartbeat and the fear he drops the knife and holds her against him, tight.

“Frank,” he hears her saying, finally, through the storm in his head. “Frank. Frank.”

“You’re okay,” he mumbles, his hands following a pattern down her back. It’s automatic, familiar. He feels her shake in his arms, although whether she’s crying or laughing, he can’t really tell.

Eventually, after a second or a lifetime, she pulls away and tugs him from the van. They half-fall out of it and further into the alley, away from the bodies, her legs wobbly from restricted circulation. As he steadies her he can see the welts left around her wrists, the bruise just visible beneath the sleeve of her blouse. He seems to get stuck again on that, a moment.

There is a rushing sound in his ears. It’s blood, he thinks; it’s familiar, it’s his state of calm, the one that’s carried him through his wars and he needs it now, because this isn’t done, it isn’t close to fucking finished.

“…Frank.”

She’s asking him another question.

“…are you ok? Are you hurt?”

He looks back at her. She’s moved closer. She’s waiting for a response, he remembers.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah,” he manages, after a moment. “I’m fine. You, how are you? Did they-?”

“I can handle it.”

He finds himself laughing. She could, yeah, she had a way of dealing with shit even when it scared the hell out of her, when she should be running the other way. He’s fished her out of a van and the evidence of what he’s had to do is all around them and she’s still looking at him, trying to get a hold of his gaze.

She panting, still, and there’s blood blotched on her blouse - from him, he realises, and he’s got blood on her face too. She’s pale and trembling. Christ, she’s still here.

The itch is still there too. It’s growing stronger: it’s not finished, Frank. This is not finished.

He hears a groan from back towards the van. He’d left one of them alive; he’d forgotten that.

“Down the street,” he croaks, forcing the air through his throat. It feels like he hasn’t spoken in a week. She frowns at the non-sequitur, still trying to catch his eye, to read him, but he looks away. He nods down the street. She needs to get out of here. “Red truck, scratch down the left side. Lie low with a friend a while, alright?”

He swipes at his nose, fishing his keys from his pocket, and she doesn’t move.

“Without you?” she laughs, but it’s forced, hoarse, and her mouth tightens after it. “Frank,” she tries again. “It’s over. It’s-”

He cuts through her tumble of words. “Not over. I need – information. I’m going to get it.”

Her eyes flick back towards the van almost unwillingly, and her expression changes, a cycle of emotions that pass too fast to read. “Then I’ll stay until you get it. We’ll bring one of them with us. We’ll go through it together, but Frank-”

I don’t want to lose you again, she doesn’t say, but he hears it anyway.

He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. He starts to get it; she needs him now, needs him to be present, but he, he’s got to see this through, he needs to see it through.

“What do you think is going to happen here,” he states, and it’s not a question. She understands what he means. Of course she does. She hardly flinches, though, and he’s not sure if that’s new or not, or if that’s something that’s broken in her, that he helped take apart, all of those months ago in the woods.

Frank.” She says his name again. Without the excuses, the attempted reasoning: simple, honest emotion. “Please.”

He remembers the last time. His little girl, she asked him, she fastened herself to his hand and pulled him towards her room and she didn’t care that she wasn’t twelve anymore, she waved that book in his face and she begged him to come with her.

Regrets and almosts. He almost did it. Lisa almost made it. Karen Page almost didn’t.

He stares at Karen, dumbly, and his words fail him.

“You need to go.” He manages, eventually. He’s repeating himself. He doesn’t know what else to say.

She looks at him another long moment. There’s that multitude of emotion crossing her features – too many for him to read, but maybe something in his voice gets to her because she takes the keys from him with shaking fingers, and then she leaves.

She leaves.

He looks at his hands. He clenches them, watching the way the knuckles stretch the skin, before he fetches the knife and strides back to the alley mouth. He glances back down the street when he reaches it, checking, but Karen is gone from sight already. Good. That’s, good.

Another groan, weaker now. The survivor, half-slumped over the bumper with his hands pressed over his ribs and when he turns towards it the groan becomes that little more strained, that little more panicked. Good - he steps forward, he takes it slow, each step calm and precise and the survivor tries to scramble away. It’s one of the ones that had been in the back with her, that had got the knife and not the bullet. Frank feels that chill sink back into place.

The piece of shit was not going to last long. The man’s breathing is already a bit wet; he must’ve nicked his lung earlier, but they didn’t need much time, did they?

Frank’s at the van now and the man slip-slides onto the floor, squeaking as he lands – he has cracked ribs as well, Frank could use that. The man tries to pull a knife and he kicks it away and stomps on his sternum, feeling good when he hears the scream.

He presses his knee into the man’s chest and bends down, close enough to see the whites of his eyes reflected in the knife.

No, he doesn’t need much time at all. 

Baby Girl You're Just My Type (Seventeen Preference)
  • S.Coups/Seungcheol: Definitely someone girly; he's the tough, man's man, and he'd need a very feminine partner to contrast that. He seems like an ass man to me, so someone who is very bootylicious and likes to show off their ass/doesn't mind having it grabbed. He'd also probably be into a girl who is quieter or who doesn't feel pressure to talk a lot so that he can be the one to do the talking, and so that he can feel listened to, and so that the two of you can just sit in comfortable silence when you feel like it. He would love the type of girl who can wear heels all the time and not feel overdressed, but also rocks a messy bun and flannel. His type all around would be the "girl next door" to the extreme, but in a good way.
  • Jeonghan: He would like a softer type of girl. Being someone who doesn't conform to gender norms himself, he would never be opposed to dating a tomboy or someone who often bounces between ultra feminine and masculine. He just wants someone who would be easy on the eyes - someone that everyone could look at an agree is absolutely beautiful, just like him. It would also have to be someone with amazing hair, so that you could be a stand out hair power couple. As personality goes, he would enjoy who is very cute without trying. Maybe they're awkward or clumsy but this turns out very cute and he enjoys those moments to the maximum even if you get embarrassed, just for the cuteness. He would also like someone shorter than him so that he can lay his head on top of you during hugs, and he can cover you completely when spooning.
  • Joshua/Jisoo: He would want someone opposite of him. He's all shyness and blushes and giggles, so he'd need someone who's confidence and certainty and standing tall. He would love the contrast you make against him and the confidence you give him when you're together. He also loves that when he gets shy or embarrassed he can bury his face into your shoulder or hair and you'll be the one laughing with a brave face because you enjoy how cute he's being. He'd also want someone very cuddly. Because he seeks physical comfort, and he would want his partner to be very okay with that happening when he needs it. And although he might not always be completely okay with showing PDA because of how shy he is, his ideal type would also know how to use words to calm him down and make him feel good because you would be smart and linguistic like that.
  • Jun: As predictable as it sounds, Jun would like a bad girl. But not just a "bad girl", a genuinely bad, doesn't give a fuck, bad attitude kind of girl. The kind of girl that the rest of the boys and Pledis would hate and probably ask him to stop seeing. Mostly because he would like the thrill. This is the kid who 9/10 legitimately thinks he's a vampire, so if he found a girl who smoked and had dozens of piercings and tattoos and swore more than his little ears could handle, he would want to hold onto you forever. Eventually he would find out you have a whole other side, a softer side, and this would just make him melt, and then you'd never get rid of him. Because as much as fishnets and barbells are appealing, actual emotions are like the jackpot here. And he would follow you around like a lost puppy, hanging on your every word, waiting for your next move, wanting to see just how bad you could get. You just might get sick of him. But he would be a lovesick puppy because being with a bad girl is the closest he's ever really come to living on the edge.
  • Hoshi/Soonyoung: Hoshi would need someone versatile. He can go from literal puppy to walking sex monument in two seconds flat, and he needs someone who can embrace his many sides and roll with them. I can also see him falling for a plus-sized girl. Saying that he enjoys the curves more and that your gorgeous body is part of what captured his attention when the two of you first met. He'd want a girl who is very good at taking care of herself, but can also take care of him when he needs it. He can work long hours and dissolves into a child-like state, and he needs somebody there to pick up the pieces and put him back together at the end of a hard day. He might also like a girl that he has to bring out of her shell a little. Maybe you're more shy around others, around the boys, and from time to time he has to help you loosen up and he loves that about you. He loves the challenge, and he loves the reward of when he finally gets to see the same you in public that he does in private.
  • Wonwoo: He would go for one of two types of girls - he would either date the ultimate goth girl and live out his emo dreams, or he would date the softest, girliest hipster/kawaii girl and defy everyone's expectations. If he dated a goth girl, they would match perfectly in your emo appearance and attitude, and your occasional slips of undeniable cuteness and happiness. Black is the perfect color that goes with everything, so he would love seeing his girlfriend dressed in it every single day, and would delight in finding black lipstick stains on his skin and even items of his clothing. He would also love that he would get to see the cutesy and caring side of you that people never expected when they saw your harsh appearance, and he would always be right their defending you if people judged you too harshly. If he dated a super soft kawaii girl, it would a lot like the cinnamon roll meme. It appears that he could kill you, but he is, in fact, a giant cinnamon roll, and he is protecting you, a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this earth, too pure. That's what he believes and that's what he upholds. He doesn't let anyone come near you, look at you the wrong way; he doesn't even let anyone speak badly about you when you're not around. You would be his one weakness, and he would both love and hate that about being with you.
  • Woozi/Jihoon: His ideal type is definitely someone who appreciates music. Someone who can listen to his work and it's afraid to give him critical feedback about it, but also isn't afraid to tell him when it's perfect. He wouldn't mind dating someone taller than him. He might even enjoy dating someone taller than him, but continuously claim that it's just a coincidence (I mean he is only 5.3") when in reality he enjoys the bear hugs and feeling so safe all wrapped up in you. He's the type of guy to feel confident and secure enough that he doesn't need to be taller than his girlfriend. He would also want a to date a girl that he finds genuinely interesting. Whether this be because you're into the arts, or because you're athletic, he'd find something about you and then from there, he would want to learn everything about you. He'd study you like it was his job. He also might prefer a girl with coloured/pastel hair so that you could match and be ultra cute together.
  • DK/Seokmin: DK would want to date a sporty girl. He would love everything about you from the fact that you always wear ponytails to your muscle tone to your yoga pants (probably especially the yoga pants). He would watch you jogging by one day and be hooked. He'd want to know your name, everything about you, and the fact that you might not be much of a talker only baited him so much more. He would love dancing with you and trying out all the sports that you're into, even if he sucks at them. And in the rare moments that he could get you to open up, that he could get into your mind instead of the physical aspect of your being, he would feel so rewarded he would be over the moon. He would also love the times that you dressed up. Seeing you all the time in sportswear, you always looked amazing no matter what, but when you dressed up, it always shocked and amazed him, and reminded him that he was so lucky to have you.
  • Mingyu: He would probably like a really quiet, shy girl. As cheesy as it is, he would be the type of guy to dream about finding the introverted girl and sweeping her off her feet. He would probably think it's so romantic and dreamy to pick up a girl at a coffee shop or a book store and all the other boys would make fun of him because deep down he's just a sucker for John Green and Twilight. He would want to find a girl who would blush whenever you looked at him and giggle at all his jokes and used her hair to hide her face out of shyness. He'd be a sucker for a girl who had sweater paws and stared at her shoes and spent a lot of time reading or writing and liked watching old movies. He'd get weak in the knees for a girl like that.
  • The8/Minghao: I can't really pin down his ideal type. He is a puppy, but at the same time he's very mature, so I feel that he'd be very versatile when it came to girl. He mostly would probably wouldn't care what his girlfriend looked like because he believes that all girls are beautiful in their own way. But if he fell for someone, he would fall hard and fast. You would sweep him off his feet, probably within days, and he wouldn't know what hit him. He might even think he was getting the flu with how lovesick he was feeling. He wouldn't be able to get you off his mind and he would come to the undeniable conclusion - you had captured his heart. You were his ideal type.
  • Seungkwan: He'd want someone sassy. He is the king of sass, and he'd want someone who could at least try and compete with him and his sassy antics. This also means you would have to have a very good sense of humor, because even though he can be very serious, he loves his jokes. He would also need someone to help keep him calm, because he gets very tense and aggravated (especially when asked to do aegyo) and he'd need someone who knows how to calm him with words and simple touches. I also think he'd want his girlfriend to be stylish. Because, let's be honest, out of all the boys I think he'd be the one to most pay attention to what his girlfriend is wearing. So if his girlfriend has a very defined sense of self style and image, he would be very proud to be around her and show her off to everyone.
  • Vernon/Hansol: I feel like he would actually go after a very nerdy girl. On stage he's all "$wag $wag money" but he's actually just a huge dork, so I feel like a nerdy girl would be the perfect match for him. Someone who would watch anime with him and obnoxiously scream the themes, someone who would poke fun at him and not mind being mocked as well. He probably also thinks that glasses are hot, so he would embrace that in a girl. He's got plenty of confidence, he's maybe even a little cocky, so he needs someone who will knock him down a few notches and remember to keep him level headed. He would love someone who's really smart, who can teach him things, someone who's very energetic like himself, very enthusiastic about life. I also feel like he'd be very into just sitting and listening to you talk for hours about what your passionate about - whether it's TV shows, or the book you're reading, or stars - he'd just want to listen because it would give him peace and it would give him a chance to learn more about you.
  • Dino/Chan: He's the little maknae (which nobody will ever forget) so he needs somebody who will balance him. Somebody who can be funny and immature with him when the time is right, but also somebody who can be serious and talk about serious things when he needs that. I also feel that he's still uncertain - he's still young and shaping his confidence, so he needs someone who's not afraid to shower him with compliments to help him boost his confidence over time. He would also need to date someone who shares his interests (dancing, music) but can also introduce him to new ones that you can explore together and use to bond. Overall he needs someone stable. He wouldn't do well at all with someone playing with his feelings, he needs someone to be straight with him (where some of the older boys might like "the chase"). Dino would probably also like someone very girly who wears skirts and has longer hair.
  • AN: yeah so this is the obvious thing so post under kpop, right? sorry if it's kind of all over the place, i tried. i also tried to make it a little more unique than other ones i've seen and i genuinely tried to imagine what each of the boys types are. pls lemme know what you think! <3

anonymous asked:

Lydia gets bored in class one day and starts drawing Stiles. It starts to become a thing after awhile and she doesn't really think much of it until Allison sees her notebook full of Stiles

Hey anon I really like this prompt! here you go:

(Post 3b)


It started during English.

The new teacher (since the last one turned out to be an evil druid) was droning on about his completely subjective interpretation of A Streetcar Named Desire, and Lydia couldn’t be bothered to hear another word about how Blanche was some completely innocent damsel.

(Maybe she didn’t want to be reminded of how she too used to fool people with a conjured image.)

Her hand was itching to write something, because Lydia was still a conscientious student, and taking notes was second nature. But she knew that she was bored and would start doodling, and she feared if she started doodling she would end up drawing another supernatural motif.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Seda, for the prompt thing, love me or value me for Poliver (obscure ship I know so it's ok if you don't want to - also doesn't have to be those prompts I'd just love to read what you have to write about them, if it's not too much trouble / difficulty for you ) xxx

I have written another Percy x Oliver a few months ago, i will link it if you want to read that, too. (x

Also, one of the things I love the most is how some of you send me a ship I usually don’t write because you want to know my take on it. It feels like you trust me with your ships and it makes me feel fuzzy inside. So thank you :)


“Oliver, for the love of Merlin, stop tapping your fingers on the desk,” complained Percy. It was very hard to concentrate on his Transfiguration essay that was due in four days when Oliver was being an insufferable arse. He checked what he was doing stealthily.

“There’s a game tomorrow Weasley,” he said angrily without lifting his head up from the game plan in front of him. “Maybe you should re-read your Charms essay for the hundredth time somewhere else.”

“It’s Transfiguration!”

Whatever,” snorted Oliver and raised his gaze guiltily to look at Percy. “I’m sorry. You know how stressful I get before Slytherin games.”

Percy stood up and went for the stairs without even replying Oliver, he had enough of how careless he was with his words. Percy had tried to be nice to him, he had even helped him with his homeworks when his Captain duties made it hard to keep up. Percy had even considered that maybe he liked him but it was impossible. He knew people said opposites attract but Oliver was impossible to handle.

“Percy, don’t be ridiculous,” shouted Oliver as he stood up. “I won’t tap my fingers, promise.”

Percy started climbing the stairs, he was used to being ignored by his siblings but when Oliver did the same he felt his veins get tighter because even though he was obsessed with Quidditch, he was one of the few people on Percy’s level. He was smart, he was determined and he was a perfectionist. He was tall, he had broad shoulders and a hoarse voice, he was as perfect as someone would get but Percy didn’t have the patience to deal with someone like Oliver.

“Percy don’t make me walk there,” he sighed. “You know how lazy I am.”

“I know how lazy you are and I know how stressful you get before games, not just Slytherin games because that’s who you are.”

Percy couldn’t believe what he was saying but he never left anything unfinished, he knew that.

“I know everything about you even though you may think I hate you but you, Oliver, still haven’t learned that I hate it when you out of all people scorn my commitment to my academic life and I’ve had enough. Good luck at the game tomorrow.”

“Aren’t you coming?” asked Oliver, he was looking down like a small child who had been scolded by his parents.

“No, I’m not,” replied Percy firmly. “Why should I support you when you don’t support me?”

“I never thought–”

“Well, there you go,” mocked Oliver. “You never think. I can’t believe I thought I had a crush on you.”

Percy clapped his hand on his mouth as soon as the words left his mouth.

What?

“Um, pretend I never said that,” he mumbled and started running up the stairs.

“Weasley!” yelled Oliver. “I need you at the game tomorrow.”

Percy stopped on his tracks but still, he didn’t speak.

“I play better when you’re there,” smiled Oliver, Percy could hear it in his words. “I can’t help but show off.”

Percy climbed back down slowly and stared at the Gryffindor Keeper who had a wicked smile on his face. 

“I mean only if you want to, of course.”

“You’re an idiot,” teased Percy even though he knew full well that Oliver Wood was no fool.

“I know,” he replied and went back to his game plan as he patted the chair right next to him. “I promise I will be quiet. I don’t know how but you calm me down.”

“That was you calmed down?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Merlin help me.”

anonymous asked:

i want there to be a hc about possibly anonymous designer! adrien who designs to escape but doesn't want it to seem his father is helping and anonymous fashion blogger! marinette starting to talk and they send letters to one another and their pen names are chat noir and ladybug and on her blog you know it's something by her because of a little ladybug symbol next to what she wrote and you know he's designed something because of the little paw always on it. or possibly those roles are reversed?

i know you said headcanons but i couldnt help myself im so sorry

man no one should encourage me to do aaaanything. although this did bump me a bit out of my writing funk so thank you for that this is kind of like…..a how this situation would happen fic? sorta?

honestly i wrote most of this after 1am so no promises on quality of literally anything. i haven’t sewn in y e a r s. enjoy?

[on ao3 in case of problems opening]


Adrien knows that there’s a bit more than just a hint of irony in this situation. The son of a world famous designer, one of the top designers in the industry, hiding his designs. Adrien could easily announce that he’s going into fashion and be given not only all the supplies he could ever need but also all the publicity in the world in a matter of seconds.

But he won’t do that. He never will.

Being the son of Gabriel Agreste means two things:

  1. He’s expected to be perfect in every way.
  2. If he went into fashion, no one would believe he got there with his talent and hard work alone.

If people didn’t think his father got him a job directly, they’d think it was the name. The name Agreste is synonymous with high end fashion. The name and the designer are impossible to separate, even with Gabriel’s line being called Gabriel.

It doesn’t help that Adrien’s been modeling since he was born.

It’s kind of…cliche? that Adrien wants to go into fashion. You’d think that after so many years of being surrounded by it and smothered in it he’d stay far far away. But it’s the opposite. Adrien is expected to inherit the Gabriel fashion empire. He’s expected to possibly handle the business side but mostly just be the face. He doesn’t want that. He wants to be hands on, he wants to be creating. He wants to be like his father. There are very few times he is able to say that.

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Make Happy Starter Pack
  • Mix of comedy, deep stuff, out of context stuff, and potentially NSFW-ish sentences.
  • "Ladies if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Fellas if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Virgins, if you haven't felt a person, say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like drinking booze, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like smoking weed, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "I can't wrap my mind around exactly why I'm here."
  • "I know you paid money."
  • "I should be funny."
  • "Look at the world. I don't know why I'm here."
  • "I would love to tell you that everything is fine."
  • "You wanna be happy... Well, get in line!"
  • "It gets old after a few minutes."
  • "Let's get this show started."
  • "I already fucked it up."
  • "Haters gonna hate. Lovers gonna love."
  • "You have to reject both sides of the spectrum to leave a healthy middle."
  • "Stop participating."
  • "Not a participatory thing going on up here."
  • "Did you not think I was gonna use this, idiot(s)?"
  • "It's not a prop."
  • "I've got a lot of problems in my life."
  • "I got no one to talk to."
  • "There's everyone and then there is just me."
  • "If I could change, don't you think that I'd do it?"
  • "God only knows, why he cursed me to be ________/(a straight white man)"
  • "I state my problems, other people roll their eyes."
  • "Three trips to the mall, zero _______ in my size."
  • "I've never been the victim of a random search for drugs."
  • "You can't say my life is easy."
  • "I know the road looks though ahead."
  • "Can't you just leave us alone?"
  • "Also, 'no' to the things you asked for."
  • "They are being greedy and they know it."
  • "Everyone thinks that I got it easy."
  • "Just because it's true, doesn't mean that it's right."
  • "So pull up a chair and put down your pitchforks."
  • "We still do, but it's not as fun now."
  • "If you were offended by that, it was ironic."
  • "Isn't that fun?"
  • "I meant the whole opposite of it."
  • "White guys... it's easy to be a white guy."
  • "We deserve a cheer once in a while."
  • "We invented a lot of stuff."
  • "Everything but peanut butter."
  • "Your grandkids are going to see this."
  • "Put the lights down."
  • "Their faces creep me out."
  • "I'm not perfect, ok?"
  • "Twice in a week? What is this?"
  • "Do you want to sing a song with me?"
  • "Hey, _____, guess what?"
  • "You're a (insert insult here)."
  • "So I was interrupted the other day-"
  • "Can you turn the lights off at least?"
  • "Why was it on a record player?"
  • "It's gonna outlive me."
  • "Do not give those dumb fucks any credit."
  • "It's all me baby, all me."
  • "How dare you make that joke so late!"
  • "I like poetry."
  • "Do not veer credit to people outside this building!"
  • "Two examples is enough."
  • "I'm right in the sweet spot."
  • "I could give that money to a homless person. But I don't do that very often."
  • "Tomorrow is a relative term. We're not getting there."
  • "You don't know where I'm going, so don't act like it."
  • "You're not ahead of me."
  • "I will retain the element of surprise."
  • "I'm trying to break out of that."
  • "This might not work."
  • "________, I heard you had sex with an older woman last night?"
  • "How does he do it?"
  • "I'm not honest for a second up here."
  • "I think country music gets a bad rep."
  • "A dirt road, a cold beer, blue jeans, a red pick-up."
  • "No shoes, no shirt."
  • "Sort of a mental typo."
  • "I could sing in mandarin."
  • "I own a private ranch that I rarely use. I don't like dirt."
  • "Now it's time to talk to the ladies."
  • "Good girl in a straw head."
  • "Thought it was a human woman."
  • "That is a scarecrow."
  • "I'm wanting you. I hope you're feeling me."
  • "You don't know what land you're in...?"
  • "They are lying to you, that's all."
  • "You deserve better."
  • "I'm not saying I'm it, but I'm the person that says you deserve better."
  • "It's the end of culture."
  • "We lost."
  • "How is this entertainment?"
  • "I saw a gorgeous dick. I was in a public restroom."
  • "You're not picturing this."
  • "I need to earn it."
  • "You need to earn it."
  • "There's more where that came from."
  • "Ladies, I know where that came from."
  • "You want a guy that's sweet."
  • "This ugy only exists in your mind."
  • "Guess what? You're right."
  • "If you want love, lower your expectations a few."
  • "Prince Charming would never settle for you."
  • "Just pick a guy and love him."
  • "Just pick a girl and love him."
  • "You wan't a girl that is noce, a girl that is not."
  • "A real girl, a hot girl, a really hot girl!"
  • "She's real, but last week she died."
  • "You might think you dick is a gift, I promise it's not."
  • "I won't settle for less than perfect."
  • "Deep down we know we don't deserve it."
  • "We all deserve love."
  • "We all suck, but love can make us suck less."
  • "It's the very best part of being alive."
  • "Original does not mean good."
  • "Anyone can do anything."
  • "What is it good for?"
  • "I don't want to get political..."
  • "They just liked the lights, I didn't even need to do jokes."
  • "Yeah, you like that?"
  • "Honey are you ok?"
  • "Are you drunk?"
  • "What's behind your back?"
  • "It's a jar of peanut butter. Alright? Sue me."
  • "Why are you holding a jar of mayonnaise."
  • "I'll clean it up."
  • "You'll make it worse if you try it."
  • "Who are you talking to?"
  • "You just gestured to the sink."
  • "I bought something."
  • "Sit in silence."
  • "Nothing tastes better than not getting sued."
  • "You don't want that desperate sort of cloying thing."
  • "I'm just overpaid, ok?"
  • "I sound mean and rude."
  • "Let a professional hear it."
  • "Stick your tongue in a plug."
  • "Hold your breath until it's gone."
  • "Take your pants off!"
  • "You think it's ok because I'm a dude?"
  • "You think it's ok because he is a dude?"
  • "It's over."
  • "We shouldn't fight to stay together just to fight again."
  • "We need to take a break from us to make it right again."
  • "Honestly are you fucking five?"
  • "I've got my father's temper. I'm emotionally inarticulate."
  • "I'm hurting inside, I'm trying to hide it."
  • "I thought you were lashing out in anger."
  • "I deserve better than you."
  • "Sorry, you're not what I need."
  • "What am I talking about, you know?"
  • "It's about... but for real, what is it about?"
  • "No one gives a shit about what we think!"
  • "The arrogant is taught."
  • "It's prison. It's horrific"
  • "I know very little about anything."
  • "He talked about his problems."
  • "I thought... maybe I could do this."
  • "Can I say my shit, _______?"
  • "I got lots of shit to say."
  • "I can't fit my hand insdie a pringle can."
  • "It's way too small."
  • "You think you can. I know you can't"
  • "Just... make them wider?"
  • "I wanna have a daughter."
  • "But that is priority numero uno."
  • "I don't go to the gym 'cause I'm self concious about my body."
  • "I'm self concious about my body because I don't go to the gym."
  • "Irony can be so painful."
  • "Dude, you should have warned me."
  • "No one wants to have a messx burrito."
  • "I wouldn't have gotten the _______ if I knew it wouldn't fit."
  • "I wouldn't have got half of it."
  • "I'm ok with small mistakes."
  • "I don't think that I can handle this right now."
  • "I can sit here an pretend that my biggest problems are pringle cans and burritos."
  • "The truth is my biggest problem is you."
  • "I want to please you but stay true to myself."
  • "Part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of you needs you, part of me fears you."
  • "I should probably just shut up."
  • "You can tell them anything."
  • ""I hope you're happy."
  • "Oh, good, it's just us."
  • "If you hated it, it's fair."
  • "On a scale of one to zero, ________?"
  • "Are you happy?"
  • "But what the fuck kind of question is 'are you happy'?"
  • "Oh god, my dad was right."
  • "You're everything you hated. Are you happy?"
  • "Hey, look, Mom, I made it! Are you happy?"
My take on how Riley realizes her feelings for Farkle.
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> It takes place after GM Goodbye.<p/><b>Location:</b> The Matthew's Living Room.<p/><b></b> Riley's family and friends are having a party to celebrate the good news. Everyone is dancing. Riley sits on the bench at the kitchen table. She doesn't look happy. She stares at the ground. Morgan goes to her.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Riley, why aren't you celebrating?<p/><b>Riley:</b> (looks up to Morgan) I just don't feel like celebrating at the moment.<p/><b></b> Morgan sits next to her.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Do you want to talk about it?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't want to even think about it, let alone talk about it.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> If you change your mind, I'll be over there. You can always talk to me.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Thank you, aunt Morgan.<p/><b></b> Riley gives her a hug. Morgan walks back to the rest of the group. Riley walks to her room. Farkle stops dancing with Smackle and follows Riley.<p/><b>Location:</b> Riley's bedroom.<p/><b></b> Riley is sitting at the bay window. Tears are falling on her cheeks. Farkle walks in.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Riley, are you ok?<p/><b></b> Riley wipes her face.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Yeah.<p/><b></b> Farkle walks to the bay window and sits next to Riley.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Why are you crying?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I'm just emotional.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> It's more than that. I know you Riley. We don't lie to each other. You can talk to me about anything.<p/><b></b> Farkle puts his arm around her. She rests her head on his shoulder.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I know. But I need to figure it out on my own.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I'm always here for you. Now and forever.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Thank, Farkle. Same goes for me. But I need some time to think about things alone.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Ok.<p/><b></b> They both stand up and hug each other.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I love you Farkle.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> And I love you.<p/><b></b> Farkle walks to the door. Riley sits down and stares at Farkle as he is leaving. Farkle looks back and smiles at Riley. Riley smiles back. Farkle leaves. Riley starts to have tears falling down. She hears a knock on her door. She wipes her face again.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Come in.<p/><b></b> Morgan walks in.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Farkle sent me to check on you. He's worried about you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I told him I'm fine.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> But obviously you're not. I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong.<p/><b>Riley:</b> You're gonna think I'm a bad person.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> I would never think that about you. You don't have a bad bone in your body.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Well, I think I'm a bad person.<p/><b></b> Morgan hugs Riley.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Just tell me what's wrong.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't know where to start.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Just start talking.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Lately I've been confused alot. I've been confused for a while.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Confused about what?<p/><b>Riley:</b> My feelings for Lucas. My feelings for Farkle.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Ok.<p/><b>Riley:</b> When Lucas and I started to date, I was really happy. He's my first love. But it feels like something is missing. A spark or something. I can't explain it. I love him, I do. But there are times when I feel that he doesn't get me. In the past when I was going through things, he wouldn't even noticed or he'll be the last one to find out. I don't think he does it on purpose, but it hurts. Sometimes I feel we are better off as friends than a couple.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> How does Farkle fit in all of this?<p/><b></b> Riley starts walking back and forth.<p/><b>Riley:</b> That's what I'm confused about. Farkle has always been my best friend. He's always just been there. I knew him as the goofy kid who had a crush on me and Maya. He wanted to take over the world. He used to wear turtlenecks. I missed those turtlenecks. He promised me and Maya that he would love us equally. He kept his promise. But there are moments when I see him in a different way and it terrifies me.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Why does it terrify you?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Because I think I could be falling in love with him. I look back on all the memories that we have together and I don't know why I couldn't see it sooner. We have great talks. We can talk for hours. We read each other really well. He puts my happiness above his. We both can tell when the other is lying. Today is the perfect example. He knew I wasn't ok, when I told him I was. There are so many things I wished I seen sooner. If I knew how I felt sooner, I wouldn't be in this mess. I'm in a relationship with Lucas. Farkle's in a relationship with Smackle. I don't want to hurt Lucas or Smackle. Plus, Farkle doesn't feel the same way. I can't let anyone know. I have to keep it to myself.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Can't you tell Maya?<p/><b>Riley:</b> No. I was the one who started the whole triangle dilemma. If I told her about my feelings for Farkle, not only did I take Lucas from her, but also Farkle.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> That's not what happened and you know it. Maya's your best friend. She would understand that your feelings changed. Sometimes what you feel for one person can just change. It's nobody's fault. It just happens. It's how you handle it, that makes you the person you are.<p/><b>Riley:</b> But I'm supposed to stay with Lucas. He's my first love. My mom was my dad's first love and they're still together.<p/><b>Morgan:</b> Riley, I love you but you're acting stupid.<p/><b>Riley:</b> What?<p/><b>Morgan:</b> You're not your parents. Just because they fell in love at a young age, and stay together for the majority of their life, doesn't mean you have to do the same. You are your own person. You had feelings for Lucas since you were 12. You can't expect to have the same exact feelings three years later. I'm not saying he's not the one for you, only you can decide that. But it doesn't have to be now. You're only 15.<p/><b>Riley:</b> What should I do?<p/><b>Morgan:</b> In my opinion, I think you should break up with him, if you have feelings for another guy. It's not fair to him, you or even Farkle if you stay with him. You need to be honest with Lucas.<p/><b>Riley:</b> What if he doesn't want to be my friend anymore?<p/><b>Morgan:</b> It might be awkward at first, but I think eventually you two will go back to being friends. Just think about what I said. It's not right to stay with him when you love Farkle. You're not a bad person. I love you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I love you too.<p/><b></b> Morgan hugs Riley and leaves. Riley sits at the bay window. Lucas walks in.<p/><b>Lucas:</b> There you are.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Hi, Lucas.<p/><b>Lucas:</b> Are you ok?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't know. But we need to talk.<p/><b></b> The end.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you do a Jimin smut where his best friend lose a bet against him and now Jimin wants to take a naked picture of her in a very embarrassing pose, since he has crush with her (she doesn't know it). (Also, the girl is shy). <3 Thank yoy

Oh wow this would be interesting…

[Warning: EXPLICIT Content]

bets & regrets {smut}

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“The awkward game?” You frown at Jimin’s game suggestion as you roll over on your bed cover to be on your stomach, allowing yourself to look at Jimin who’s sitting on the white beanbag chair by your dresser. You prop your head up by resting your chin on your hands, and your elbows on the bed. You give Jimin a questioning look, indicating that you’ve never heard of his suggestion. “Is this another one of those drinking games? Jimin, I’m a poor college student. I don’t have extra money for hard liquor.”

Jimin starts laughing as if what you said is so amusing. He grabs his stomach, closing his eyes and tilting his chin up. “No it’s not… well the version I was thinking of doesn’t involve drinking.” His laughter dies down as he starts speaking.

Your eyes motion him to continue, but just in case he doesn’t get the message. “Go on, JimJam. I’m listening.”

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hepa-tight-ass  asked:

Prepare yourself for this angst. So there's a mole in kingsman HQ and somehow they mistake it for Eggsy, and they torture him until the actual mole is revealed. Afterwards, Eggsy doesn't quit(bc he's very professional, and stuff like that might happen, deal with it) but at some point they used Harry to interrogate him, and now Eggsy sorta connects Harry to dean. I just want angst, and maybe there was existing hartwin? However you want it dear!

(Wow. Um. I don’t even know if my heart can handle this! ;A; I’m getting sad just thinking about it. But I will do it! I will do the angst because it is necessary for the fandom. And I can’t turn down the chance to write a good torture scene. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Violence, Blood, Torture, SHEER ANGST)

Eggsy woke, his head pounding like someone had decided to take a sledge hammer repeatedly to the inside of his skull. He looked around, but he couldn’t see anything. The room was pitch black, the darkness cloying and consuming him. His heart rate spiked, sharp panic metallic on his tongue.

He took a moment to assess his situation. His hands were bound with zip ties around the the back of the metal chair. Other than his head, nothing hurt. He still had all his limbs, teeth, and though he couldn’t see an inch in front of his face, he was pretty sure he had his eyes.

What happened?

The last thing he remembered was coming out of the cinema with Harry. Harry had said something, and Eggsy had thought how strange it was that Harry sounded so sad. The movie had been a comedy, why did he sound like he was going to cry? And then it had gone dark and Eggsy had been pitched into the nothingness.

Someone drugged me, Eggsy told himself.

A light went on, blindly bright–well at least his eyes still worked, though Eggsy wasn’t so sure anymore–and Gawain walked into the room.

“What the ‘ell is going on, bruv?” Eggsy snapped, tugging forcefully at his arms. “Why the fuck am I tied up? Where’s ‘Arry?”

Gawain’s expression was unreadable, which was strange since Gawain always had a smile on. Eggsy enjoyed working with him because Gawain always had a joke on hand. But now he stared impassively at Eggsy, his eyes cold and calculating.

“Who are you working for?” Gawain asked.

“What? What the fuck are y’ gettin’ on about? Is this another joke? Y’ know ‘Arry is going to be pissed when he finds out,” Eggsy said. “Now let me up.”

Gawain didn’t move, but there was a slight tremor up his arm from how tightly he clenched his fist. “This isn’t a joke, Bors. We know you’re the mole. We found the transmissions. But we can’t decipher who they’re too. If you tell us who you’re working for, we’ll make this quick.”

Eggsy’s heart dropped into his stomach with a loud splash. “What?” Eggsy asked, incredulously. “Are y’ taking a fucking piss? I’m not the mole! I work for *Kingsman* y’ arse. Where’s ‘Arry? Does he know about this?”

“He knows,” Gawain answered, and it was a hard slap to the face, completely wrecking Eggsy.

“What?” Eggsy whispered. The two words rang in his ears. Gawain observed Eggsy with a predatory glare. The silence was violent. Eggsy could feel the noose around his neck, tightening with each passing second.

Harry knew? He knew and he left Eggsy here? How… how could he think.. Eggsy would never betray Harry. Never. Eggsy would die before he did that.

“I’ll give you one last chance. You can’t deny the evidence, Bors. There’s too much against you,” Gawain said. Eggsy met his glare, his mouth clamped shut tightly.

Gawain let out a long breath through his nose. “The hard way than.” He closed in on Eggsy, and for the first time in Eggsy’s life, he learned what true pain was.

It lasted for an hour, each cycle going in ten minute intervals. Gawain was a calculated killer and the best interrogator Kingsman had. He knew where to hit to make it hurt, but to not leave permanent damage. He stretched it out, and at first Eggsy resisted, keeping his mouth sealed. But his resistance was nothing compared to Gawain’s iron will, and as the strikes grew harder, the cuts deeper, the tactics deadlier, Eggsy began to crumble.

He screamed. He screamed for Harry. He screamed until his throat bled. And when making a sound choked him, he screamed around the blood.

Where was Harry? Why was he doing this? How could he believe Eggsy would do this? They’d been together for three years. Eggsy had been an agent for five. Why would he betray them now?

Eggsy didn’t know when the lights went out or if it was him going unconscious, but eventually the light returned, and when his vision cleared, Eggsy was looking at Harry from across the table.

Eggsy sobbed, trying to strain at the restraints, but too exhausted. Each breath was a struggle. Gawain had broken a few of his ribs. He avoided Eggsy’s face, but that didn’t mean that the rest of his body didn’t feel like a large open wound that someone kept pouring salt on.

“’Arry,” Eggsy croaked. “’Arry, please. It’s me. Y’ know it’s me. I’d never…”

Harry’s eyes were distant. They weren’t cold. They weren’t steel. They were dead, turned off to Eggsy. And that hurt more than anything Gawain could ever do. Harry rose to his feet and walked around the table to Eggsy, towering over him.

Eggsy craned his neck to look at Harry, whispering, “Please, ‘Arry… I love you.”

Harry sucked in a sharp breath, and something between ruin and fury passed over him. The slap echoed off the walls. Eggsy felt the pain radiate across his face, blood pooling in his mouth.

Harry had never struck him, ever. But now… Eggsy stared at him in horror.

“Don’t,” Harry whispered harshly, words trembling. “Don’t say those lies. We know. Tristan found everything. I loved you.”

Loved. Past tense.

Eggsy didn’t care anymore. He sagged in the seat, entire body going numb. His mind slipped into the place where nothing existed but a single snow globe, which he shook and watched, mesmerized by the falling glitter. It was the place he went to when Dean beat on him. It was his only safe haven.

“Tell us,” Harry demanded, his voice disconnected. “Tell us who you work for and we’ll end this now.”

End it. Kill him.

Eggsy rolled his eyes up to look at Harry. Maybe he should just tell them what they want. Come up with a name. Anything to make this end. Because what was the point of going on when Harry didn’t even believe in him?

Harry looked away, a shudder cascading down him. “I’ve never been more disappointed.”

Eggsy gasped, and his heart cracked straight down the middle. He let out a sob, head dropping. “Okay,” Eggsy croaked around snow and tears. “Okay.”

The door suddenly banged open and Merlin cried, “Stop!”

Eggsy’s head shot up. He winced at the pain that penetrated his neck and stared at Merlin, who gaped at him with wide horrified eyes.

“It’s not him,” Merlin said hoarsely. “It’s not him. It’s Tristan, he set it up–we have him. He forged the transmissions. Eggsy didn’t do it.”

Harry collapsed at Eggsy’s feet. No one spoke. What could they say? Eggsy hung from the chair, doing the only thing he could do–he sobbed.

Everything after was a blur afterwards. Tristan was taken in for questioning. Eggsy was taken to medical and tended to. Merlin oversaw his care personally. The damage, while excruciating, wasn’t life threatening. Gawain knew what he was doing.

Eggsy spent a few days in the medical ward. Gawain visited and pleaded with Eggsy to forgive him. Eggsy did, because he knew the man was acting on orders. When Merlin asked if he would quit, Eggsy said, “Of course not. This shite happens, right guv?” The response was hollow.

Merlin nodded, placed his hand on Eggsy’s, and murmured, “Good, lad.”

When Harry came to visit, he looked like a specter of his former self. He stared at Eggsy from across the room, mouth open as if he were going to say something–maybe apologize–but Eggsy turned away and curled in on himself. That wasn’t his Harry. That Harry was gone. The man before him was just another face of Dean, another face of a man who would wield his strength and power over Eggsy until he bowed.

Eggsy would stay with Kingsman and he would be loyal to Arthur, but Eggsy would never look at Harry the same again.

(I hope everyone is sad now!! XD)

anonymous asked:

Oh no did the Sam training Stiles just go angsty? Because of course Derek would think he's not good enough for Stiles, can't protect him as well as Sam can. Everyone around Derek gets hurt, he obviously doesn't know the Winchesters background. And now I just realized that both their mothers died in fires!

From X & X

(It’s kind of ridiculous how many of my favorite characters’ mothers died in house fires. Derek, Sam & Dean, Daryl from TWD… What’s that about, really?)

But I’m feeling this angst, anon.

Because Derek would register how Stiles is acting around Sam and pull a hard retreat. It was one thing when Sam was getting irritatingly up close and personal with Stiles, but it’s another thing entirely now that Stiles clearly wants him to.

And of course Stiles would want Sam, Derek thinks. The Winchesters are legends. They’ve faced things Derek has never even imagined and come out victorious. They have literal demons flinching at their names. And all Derek seems to do is get beaten down and lose people.

Stiles would be so much better off, happier, safer, with one of them. So it’s a good thing, really, that Stiles is so clearly interested in Sam.

Stiles, meanwhile, is suffering emotional whiplash from how fast Derek had gone distant. He’d been there every day for weeks now, eyes a hot, heavy presence every time Stiles moved, always there after training, checking him over for bruises. Ready to strip down to a threadbare tank at a moment’s notice to spar with Stiles, pinning him to the mat and trapping him with those muscled arms in holds Stiles almost didn’t want to learn how to break out of.

And now all of a sudden he’s just… not.

And sure, maybe training goes a lot more smoothly now that Stiles isn’t trying to screw up so Sam will touch him and Derek will swoop in like the big jealous dork he is to wipe his scent away. Maybe it’s actually kind of awesome, learning to fight and handle a gun and defend himself… which had, you know, been the whole point of the Winchesters coming here to begin with. Not to mention that Sam’s stories about hunting are legitimately all kinds of awesome.

But it’s hard to enjoy it with Derek so plainly avoiding him now, hanging far away whenever the pack gets together, looking away fast whenever Stiles finds his gaze, suddenly polite to the point of being brittle whenever Stiles tries talking to him.

Honestly, Sam is probably the one who catches on to what’s happening, because in Stiles’ mind he was being so obvious about his interest in Derek. Because, come on, he’d been doing everything possible to get Derek to come to him… it kind of slips past him that he’d been falling all over another guy to do it, because that had just been a means to an end, duh, and because Sam is so clearly not interested. Well, clearly to everyone but Derek, anyway.

So Sam probably finds some quiet time to sidle over to Derek, because Sam is used to getting through to grumpy tough guy types, and let him know that “hey, in case you’re not aware, that kid is completely gone on you.” And Derek narrows his eyes, but there’d been no lie in Sam’s heartbeat. Sam waves Derek away toward the training rooms, where Stiles has been working off all kinds of frustration against a punching bag (to which he’s taped a decidedly angry eyebrowed stick figure).

Derek probably hangs back for a while, watching Stiles move like he hasn’t let himself for weeks, watching the way his brows knit in concentration and perspiration glistens over muscles that definitely hadn’t been that defined a month ago. Stiles finally catches sight of him and falters, frowning a little when Derek holds his gaze instead of looking away or darting off like usual.

“Did you want something?” he asks, and Derek gathers the courage to move forward, closing the distance between them the way he’s been holding back from for too long.

“Thought you might want a training partner.”

And yes, obviously Stiles wants that, but he crosses his arms as Derek closes in because “I thought you were done helping. You’ve been kind of a dick lately, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“I thought you preferred another partner,” Derek replies, and oh. All at once it clicks into place and Stiles feels like the biggest idiot because yeah, messing up to try and get Sam to touch him had… well, probably looked like he wanted Sam to touch him.

He reaches out to grab Derek’s wrist, frustrated with both of them for being so dense.

“You conditioned me, you idiot.”

Which, yeah, Derek can’t possibly get. But he seems to catch the gist of it anyway because he’s smiling suddenly, wide and wicked, and then he’s reversing Stiles’ grip and using it to twist Stiles into his chest, front pressed in a hard line along Stiles’ back.

“Show me what you’ve learned,” he breathes against Stiles’ ear.

And this time Derek’s the one who ends up pinned to the mat.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your fics and wondered if maybe you had fic recommendations to share? Searching Tumblr FFN and AO3 is really hard ((there's a lot of fics ; ^ ;)) but maybe you can direct me to a few you liked? Angst or fluff doesn't matter, rating doesn't matter either. Thank you friend!

[ Sorry for the late response, gray! I needed to go through my arsenal and also wanted to save this for fanfic writer appreciation day (I’m late, I know D:), just so some of my favorites get some extra love. If you’ve read my stuff, I can safely assume you’re into AoKise, but I’m gonna throw in a few others from other fandoms just because I wanna spread a little appreciation to those writers/fics as well. Here we go (under the cut for length):

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anonymous asked:

Hartwin prompt! So everyone knows Eggsy is Harry's 'dear boy'. But one day, Eggsy hears Harry calling a new recruit by the same name and was like WTF BRUV, THOUGHT WE WERE EXCLUSIVE!! Anyway, jealous Eggsy is jealous, proceeds to be passive aggressive to Harry who is so puzzled. Of course it turns out the recruit is Harry's nephew/godson or something. I just want jealous Eggsy who doesn't know how to handle his emotions in the right way.

I’m so sorry it took so long, but to make up for it it got rather long ♥

Killing With Kindness

Relationship: Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin

Rating: T

Words: 2.658


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