can i just say, i’m really really proud of mark? he’s only 17 and he’s already being looked up to by singers and celebrities much older than him and based on the preview for snowball project you can tell he’s having so much fun and being so happy on the show making music and having the opportunity to make new friends. i’m very happy for him and i’m glad he’s getting the recognition he deserves, this boy is pure gold
Dean’s sweaty hands grip and re-grip the steering wheel as he surreptitiously looks over to the passengers side. It’s weird to be driving Cas’s truck, but he insisted under the pretense of letting the angel rest—”Like hell’m gonna let you drive home, Cas. Get in the car.”
Castiel stares listlessly out the window. Dean swallows thickly.
“…So, are we gonna talk about it?”
Dean’s heart is beating a mile a minute and he’s convinced he’s gonna be sick. When he side-eyes his angel (and he can say that now, because apparently the idiot loves him), Cas is gripping the edge of his trench so hard his knuckles are white.
“Castiel,” Dean says. His full name feels foreign on his tongue. “You–You can’t just leave me hangin’ here, man.”
BTS still can’t get that harmonization right so they blame it on our prodigee lead vocalists Jsinger and Vocal monster
Rapmon choses Jungkook as the lucky guy. Yoongi Jimin as the luckiest guy and then RM picks Jin over Taehyung because they are married
Suga’s team’s name is Chica as they were in chicago lol
Rapmon’s team name is Go as they were also in chicago LMAO
Team Chica provokes Go and ofc it is the eldest mature hyung Jin that falls easily in the trap and makes his team lose
The chica team trying to pronounce “crocodile” is the cutest
Jungkook’s english. ATTA BOIII is studying hard to communicate with bieber sanbaenim?!
Jin screaming that jac and zipper are the same thing
Suga saying that in daegu they call it zipper (they don’t)
Jimin memorized well but Suga and Jhope have a memory a goldfish (How can they memorize all that hard rap tho?)
Jhope using his head “literally” to play a game and then Jungkook does too but contary to Hobi that golden maknae succeeds
Rapmon tries being loud to disturb the other team, but It is Jin who is from HIS team that tells him to stay quiet then Jin screams when they won and it is rapmon who calls him loud this time (KARMA Beach)
V detroys everything his team has built
V also cheered for his soulmate’s team without knowing (friendship goals)
V doesn’t get the rules he just plays
Suga is a construction expert too he knows “the floor area index” (you can find a link here if you want to get some of his knowledge HERE).
Thanks to Jin now we know how to spell “YEAH” (add that to Pizza and pasta. Army now feels so smart)
Jungkook telling Taehyung who do not seem to get the game to come to his room later (don’t jump to conclusions) to beat him up (Save that child)
V gets beaten up at uno by EVERYONE as he still doesn’t get the rules. he even calls “UNO” “One cadzeu” (MUST PROTECT) -The V hands’ stans are still crying-
AND Taehyung ended up getting 2nd place in UNO without even getting the rules (”All you need is luck and looks and you are set in life” said my grandma while I doubted her … maybe now I get it)
Jhope whispers to Jungkook to say Uno because he forgot and Mr I am the most EXTRA didn’t deceive
Jimin making Jin win by picking blue proving that he is the luckiest guy when it comes to losing and making people win (He just loves giving happiness)
Jimin and Suga are the only ones left, they decide to pick cards and the highest number wins. Jimin wins at first but as he is an angel he gives suga another chance just to lose shortly after (again) because he is the luckiest (Of course)
This episode made me wanna play board games again. It was truly fun By @mimibtsghost
It’s four am and the
diner is quiet. Derek finishes wiping down a table; life as usual, he’s alone,
he’s at work, everything goes on as it does. He refills coffee for the two
tired-looking truckers sitting at the counter and goes back to refilling the
The last time Cora was
home, she’d asked if he and Laura ever considered selling the place. “Doesn’t
do much business,” she said, trying to be gentle. Say it was okay to let go.
But she’d only been a baby when the accident happened that took their parents;
she didn’t have memories growing up here the way Derek and Laura did, playing
hide-and-seek under the counters, watching their dad bake pies and their mom
fill coffee, listening to travelers talk about their lives on the road.
Hale’s is fifty miles from the nearest town in either direction, a
blink-and-miss-it diner still stuck in the ‘50s, right off the Pacific Coast
Highway. The little town of Beacon Hills is an hour away, so almost all the
patrons are travellers, people looking for respite from the road, on their way
up to the redwoods or heading down to San Francisco and Los Angeles. There’s a
little wall of autographs from famous people who’ve dined here; cowboys and
starlets and authors and people Derek’s parents took a shine to. The diner is a
historic landmark, not to mention it’s always been home to Derek.
So Laura manages the day
shift and Derek does the night. It works out well; he doesn’t have to interact
with people much. He and Laura were homeschooled until high school, and Derek
had found Beacon Hills High School overwhelming with its crowds.
The radio starts a new
song; it’s one of Derek’s favorites. He doesn’t remember the name of the
artist, but it makes Derek feel alive. The song lyrics aren’t
particularly sensual, but the man’s voice is— Derek shudders, feeling his blood
run hot under his skin, and he imagines the warm touch of someone pulling him
close, embracing him, kissing him—
“Can I take this coffee
“Oh. Sure,” Derek says,
pouring the trucker’s coffee into a plastic cup.
They leave him a decent
tip and are off, the bell jingling as they go.
Derek sighs, watching
the moonlight dance across the ocean in the distance. He listens to the
rustling of the trees, and occasionally a car will drive past the diner, lights
He turns off the radio
and hums the song to himself as he sweeps up.
There’s longing here, of
a love long lost, and Derek is lost to the song, to the memories it drags up.
Nothing but the sound of
waves crashing on the shore, the white hot sun burning just beyond Derek’s
closed eyes. He can feel the warm body next to him stir awake, and then fingers
carding through his hair.
“Derek… hey. You awake?”
“Nope,” Derek says, and he
can already picture it: Stiles leaning over him, his hair still wet, eyes
bright with laughter.