If you’re reading this, God is allowing your heart to beat, He is allowing air to flow through your lungs, there is blood running through your veins, and you were able to open up two wonderful gifts I call eyes to witness a new day. You still have the activity of your limbs to move around, you have your senses to enjoy all that God has made. That in itself should push you to make a joyful noise.
David wrote in the Book of Psalm, “Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name,“ (Psalms 103:1 , KJV). We should always bless the Lord. Whether during times of happiness or during our times of sadness. God is so good to us daily. He has never failed us.
We should bless Him for our lives, health, and strength. We should bless Him, because His mercies are new each day. We should bless Him because He protects us from danger seen and unseen. He provides for us and sends us resources.
We should bless Him, because His love is never ending and though we fail Him daily, He is still full of compassion. We disappoint Him daily, but He still blesses us over and over again. Many times we become distracted and wander down the wrong path, but He is there to take our hand to lead us back down the right path.
We must learn to bless God at all times, because all of the time, He is blessing us.
So the new villain’s hair, or rather, the dark parts of it, remind me a bit of a cardiogram. Those jagged lines and all?
Since Kaminari’s and Tsuyu’s hair and hairstyle hint at their quirk - his having a lightning bolt “drawn” on it and hers looking like a frog when looking at her from behind - I really wonder if that new guy’s quirk has something to do with the heart? Or wavelengths, at least?
Or I’m just reading way too much into this, which could also be possible.
Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected. Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU Word Count: 4,072 Author’s Note: 12 fucking pages of notes and outlines and ideas have led to this. Please enjoy. Title taken from Taylor Swift’s Wonderland. I’ll try to upload part 2 within the next few days depending on the response.
To say you are completely floored would be an understatement as you unconsciously curl your fingers tighter around the phone pressed against your ear, confusion and questions settling itself across your features as you try to put a rational thought into this situation only to come up completely short because—!
“What do you mean you’re going to be late?” You demand, trying to keep the nervous touch out your tone, but it’s hard to sound casual when your heart starts to pound a little quicker at the thought of plans not going the way you had once envisioned it to go. “You realize the only reason I’m here is because you insisted that I had to come with you!”
“I’m really sorry (Y/N)-ah!” Hoseok says from the other side of the line, at least trying to make an effort to sound apologetic. “Class ran really really late, and there’s traffic. There must have been an accident or something.”
“I knew we should have just gone together,” You huff out, high heels tapping loudly against the sidewalk pavement as you continue making your way to the restaurant. As much as you would rather simply wait around for Hoseok to arrive to the scene, the idea of just sitting in your car makes you feel slightly congested. While you would be slightly uncomfortable in the restaurant given the company you are about to surround yourself with, it’s better than sitting in the dark.
Request: Ok so I got this idea from @platonic-otp: Person A and Person B play Never Have I Ever with shots on a boring, Saturday night in. After they run out of shots, they decide to continue playing with clothes–taking one piece of clothing off every time one of them has done something the other hasn’t. Person A says “Never have I ever given someone a lap dance” and watch with lust-filled eyes as Person B takes off their last piece of clothing save their underwear. Person B then turns on seductive music (Partition, One Dance, etc.) and situate themselves in Person A’s lap as they get ready to give them a show.
Follow them their prompts are good as fuck
And encouragement from my fave @dylpicklesprays (even though she’s mad at my ending)
Warnings:Sexy as fuck Sebastian Stan, smut, mentions of one night stand, cussing, SMUT
With the release of Civil War, the cast finally got to showcase the work that they had worked so tirelessly on for months, long days followed by even longer nights, and now finally coming to a conclusion. The film had premiered weeks and weeks ago and now for the first time in a while, Sebastian had a lot of free time. Time that he didn’t know what to do with.
The two of you had been friends for as long as you could remember, you remember meeting him back in New York in a coffee shop of all places. Both aspiring actors, talking for hours on end before inevitably hooking up. A one night stand. You had left before he had woken up and even if he was awake it was obvious what you were. A hook up. Blowing off some steam, and you were fine with that. You would never even see the guy again, well, at least that’s what your thought until you walked into your interview for a new marvel film, and there he was.
You glanced around the waiting room for a seat, a mixed population of faces. ‘There must be other characters auditioning today too’ you had thought before your eyes landed on an empty seat and without a word you sat.
“Y/N?” The voice next to you spoke. Where had you heard that before- oh my god. The guy from last night. What was his name again?
“Holy shit, hi!” You had greeted him, avoiding having to say his name.
“You left awfully quick this mornin’.” He had laughed.
“Had an audition to get to, just like you did, plus you and I both know you would have done the same… dude” Oh god, why did you call him dude?
He had raised an eyebrow. “Dude?” before it sunk in, “You forgot my fucking name didn’t you?” The tone of his voice had seemed serious until laughter poured out. He held out his hand for you to shake.
“My names Sebastian Stan.”
From then on you were friends, sure, you found him painfully attractive and there may have been a small-not-so-small crush once you both got the part and had to see each other pretty much every day, but after a few weeks it was fine. You were friends, and that night was never spoke about, no matter how often it toyed on both of your minds. Sebastian had changed since that night. His hair was now much longer, often pushed back, lines now etched into his skin that at one point hadn’t been there adding a sense of maturity to him - but in no way was this unattractive, if anything it made him somewhat more attractive. His shoulders now more broad and muscles toned, clear definition. He was older, not that boy you had met that night, Sebastian Stan was a man.
But you were friends now, and as much as you wanted something with him, often finding him tangled in your thoughts as you pleasured yourself after a long day, you knew nothing would happen, so you tried to forget the idea, and failed. There was something about Sebastian that you couldn’t quite ignore. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, the closer you got the more dangerous it would be yet you couldn’t help yourself. But, as you constantly had to tell yourself over and over again, you were just friends.
During filming you had even agreed to stay with him for a while, he had a spare room and in exchange you gave him a ride. Fuck, no not like that. A ride to work. Carpool. But now, with a ridiculous amount of time on your hands and, with nothing else to do on a Saturday night in, shots became a good idea.
“Ok, never have I ever…” He thought hard for a moment as you watched Sebastian intently, a small, innocent smile at his lips as the alcohol making his eyes glassy and reducing him to a giggling fit every once in awhile “called someone the wrong name while hooking up?”. Honestly, the questions had started out innocent enough, but the more you drank, the worse the questions got. You shook your head and he scoffed. “Take the shot, Y/N.”
“You called me Carter that night.” He reminded you.
“Oh shit, yeah I did.” He giggled to himself, as you brought the shot of whiskey to your lips before letting it run down his throat, leaving a burning sensation behind. You squinted and shook your head before looking back at Sebastian with a smile. “But in my defense, you were hot as Carter Baizen on Gossip Girl.” Not were, are.
“Can’t argue with logic.” He laughed picking up the bottle to refill the shot glass.
“Hey, Seb, I have a question about that actually.” Your voice trailed off. Oh fuck, why were you bringing this up now? Oh yeah, tequila. No- you couldn’t ask him now, maybe he hadn’t heard. You glance to see his blue eyes piercing your own. Ok, no he definitely heard, a small smile tugging at the side of his lip.
“Shoot, Doll.” Doll. That nickname made you physically weak.
“It doesn’t,” Fuck, well now was as good a time as any right. No, no it was not! Alcohol is never a good addition to something like this. Fuck it. Blurt it out.
“Do you regret that night?”
There was a silence in the air as Sebastian watched you, brows furrowed. “No. Not at all.” He replied. “Do you? Cause, I get it, I wasn’t very… experienced back then?”
“No, I don’t. I mean it was great, you were great… I did at first. I was worried it would be awkward but, it wasn’t- isn’t.”
“I figured we’d get together at some point you know.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian simply shrugged as if that was common knowledge, words accidentally slurring together. “I had the biggest crush on you, ya’ know, Doll.” Had.
You almost choked on the sip of beer. Did he just…? “Oh really?”
He nodded, grabbing another one of the green bottles at his side and picking up the bottle opener, his large hands making it seem so small and frail. His hands. “C’mon you must have known.” He laughed, emphasizing on the word in disbelief. “Anthony even noticed, I made it so painfully obvious.” He brought the bottle to his lips and took a big swing, not taking his eyes off of you.
“Not obvious enough apparently.” You shrugged.
“Bullshit. I literally flirted with you any chance I got. Always finding ways to talk to you, or touch you…” His hand resting on your thigh casually. “But, I realized you didn’t feel the same and stopped, or at least tried to. I ain’t ever had very strong will power doll.” He laughed again, sipping his drink once more.
“Oh please. I was so into you!” You blurted, laughing awkwardly. “Why else would I agree to come over just to watch Star Wars with you on a Friday night?”
“Well shit, you should’ve said something, babygirl.”
“I just did, didn’t I?” He watched you intently, you saw his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. Running his tongue across his own and taking his bottom lip between his teeth. His hand was still on your lower thigh. He scooted closer to you and you held your breath. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours. Ok, you and Sebastian were no strangers to a quick make out or two when you were drunk. Usually it was messy and sloppy, feeling rushed. But this was different, it was gentle, as if he feared you might break at his touch. When he kissed you, all other thoughts fell away, the room became silent and it was just the two of you, in the moment you were sharing, every inch in your body was alive. His hands would usually have gravitated to his favourite part of you, your ass. This time his hand rested just under your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek the other at his side, supporting him. The gaze you engaged in before asked a question that the kiss answered; “do you still feel the same?”
The kiss was over before it had barely started, so short yet so perfect. His hand lingered on your cheek which was now flushed and surprisingly, so were his.
Sebastian cleared his throat. “So, uhh, shots?”
You nodded, and with that Sebastian picked up the transparent bottle. “Ok never have I ever-” You stopped when you see Sebastian pouting. “What’s up, Seb?”
“We’re out.” He gestured to the bottle of tequila in his hands,
“I’m pretty sure we have some more in the kitchen that I can go get? Or we can just use the beer.”
A mischievous grin formed on his pink lips. “I have a much better idea if you’re up for it?”
In your slightly-past-tipsy state you shrugged. “What is it?”
“Instead of shots, you take something off. You’ll get it as we go on.” He explained, simple enough. He nodded for you to continue your question.
“Oh, uhh, Never have I ever… had phone sex?” Sebastian shrugged, gripping the thin fabric of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. Oh, so it was that kind of game now? Not that you objected. Sure you had seen Sebastian without a shirt countless times but, whether it was the liqueur or the topic of conversation, this time you couldn’t drag your eyes away.
“No where near the real thing, but it’s interesting.”
You shrug, no point arguing on a topic you barely knew. “Okay,” you thought for a second, “Never have I sexted a colleague.”
“Now when you say that, as a joke or genuine? No, nevermind, I’ve done both.” Sebastian laughed, then telling a story of how he sent Chris links to a ton of fanfiction that had been written about the two of them and classing that as sexting because, ‘some of them were pretty damn spicy’.
The game continued, you inevitably losing, wait, were you losing? No clue, all you know was that you were left completely exposed to him, the only pieces of clothing left being your underwear with Sebastian close behind in sweatpants and his boxers. At least, you assume he was wearing boxers.
His eyes burned into you, scanning every inch of your body over and over again. “Never have I ever given someone a lap dance?”
“I guess there’s a first time for everything.” You mimicked his shrug.
Sebastian’s eyes widened, he clearly hadn’t expected this. “S-seriously?”
“With appropriate music, of course.”
“Of course.” He repeated, rising from the floor to sit on the single chair behind him. He handed you his phone with spotify open. You played the first thing that came to mind, and it was a damn good choice.
See me up in the club with fifty of the girls
Posted in the back with my things on my grill
Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, about to make a joke about how Beyonce’s Partition was your choice, closing it immediately when he looked at you, bent over giving him a perfect view of your ass as you placed his phone on the floor. You knew his eyes were on you, as if you could feel his gaze so you lingered, teasingly before straightening up and looking at him. “See something you like, Stan?”
“Not the first time I’ve seen it.” He answered, a smug smirk on his face. “I check you out any chance I can.” He teased.
You walked towards him, his hand outstretched, welcoming you to his lap but instead his fingertips merely grazed your thigh. You stand behind him, leaning down as your arms stretched down bare his chest and torso, breath tickling his ear. “No hands, Seb.”
“No hands,” He repeated.
You leave a few kisses on his neck before walking around to face him, straddling him as the music continued. You started out slow, grinding your hips lazily against Sebastian, though you were aching to just let him fuck you. You laced your fingers in his hair, tugging his head to the side, smiling as you heard Sebastian groan. “One thing I always remember about you Seb,” You started, you hips still moving slowly but with enough to drive him crazy. “You have a spot, right here that drives you crazy when I touch it.” Your lips briefly press onto his soft skin, right above his collarbone, earning another moan from Sebastian.
You sped up your movement up, grinding against his thigh. Your hands raked back down his chest stopping just above the waistband of his sweats, a prominent bulge now there. You smiled to yourself, knowing he was loving every second. Your focus now shifted, you wrapped your hands around his neck, his face was merely centimetres from your cleavage, a sight he would never be bored of. He placed a small kiss on your left breast, his lips attaching to the same spot again, this time rougher and sure to leave a mark. His larger hands made their way to the clasp of your bra.
“Ah ah, Seb.” You warned, “No touching remember?”
“Lips don’t count?” He tried and you shook your head. You stopped moving and he groaned. “C’mon baby girl, don’t stop.”
You smiled, loving the impact you had on him. In one swift movement you unclasped your bra, tossing it to the side. Sebastian growled, “How can you expect me not to touch them, they’re perfect.” Without saying anything, you pulled the band on your underwear a little higher and grinded against him again, your breasts now free and in his face. “You’re such a tease, Kitten.” He growled. Kitten? That’s new.
You begin to move your hips in slow circles against his concealed cock, the friction sending small waves of pleasure throughout your body, making you want more. You move faster, tiny moans tumbling from your mouth. Sebastian’s head fell back, his lip so tightly in between his teeth you feared he may make it bleed as he restrained himself from touching you, a concept which was all he could think about.
“Baby, c’mon… let me have a feel… give me a taste.” He begged.
The more you moved, the better it felt, heat growing in your core. You moved faster, sloppier and couldn’t help but bury your face in Sebastian’s neck, his smell flooding your senses, engulfing you. Sebastian whimpered under you, bucking his hips up against you, and you couldn’t help it as your hands moved down his back, bringing him as close to you as possible.
“I’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep that up.” He breathed into your chest. “C’mon doll, let me touch you. Let me make you feel good. Let me treat you right. Baby, please. Let me fuck you better than anyone else could dream of doing.” His hands move to your hips, a firm grip that was sure to leave a bruise in the morning and this time you don’t stop him. Every fibre in your body wanted this. Wanted his touch, Wanted to him to fuck you.
“Sebastian, please. Do it.” You practically panted, begging him.
“Tell me what you want kitten, I want to hear you say it.”
“I-I want you to fuck me.” You pleaded and that was all he needed to hear. He gripped your thighs and stood, your body wrapped around him, leading you to him bedroom. His switched on the light and kicked the door shut behind him, practically throwing you onto his bed in front of you.
“We won’t be needing these now, will we Doll?” His fingers hooked around the band of your underwear and ripped them from you. He stood in front of you, his eyes taking in every inch of your body.
“Sebastian, come on.” You whined.
He pulled the remainder of his clothes off slowly, you threw your head back once his erection sprung free. You definitely didn’t forget about that. His size still ceasing to amaze you.
Sebastian hovered over you, pushing your thighs apart.
Steve and Max on the hunt for new CDs in 1994, making their way through crowds of people in the bustling city of New York, and then getting burgers and chili fries at their favourite diner (where everyone knows them, and greets them warmly).
Chanting Hare Krishna and the original problem.
Sacinandana Swami: As practitioners that chant the holy name we all know how difficult it is to connect the mind with the holy name because by definition, the mind is only able to grasp material things. The mind can think of holidays at the beach or any other material subject. It is especially attracted to think about how to increase one’s wealth and how to engage in sexual activities. These are things we can easily think about because the mind is shaped like this. It wraps itself around money and the opposite sex very easily; it’s made like this, it’s a perfect material match. but the mind has great difficulty to stay with Krishna. Since we have come to the world, this is our problem: we have turned our back to Kåñëa, and this bahir-mukha, being outwardly faced, especially manifests when we try to chant the holy names. In other words, our basic envy of god, our feeling ill at ease with the lord manifests to a very obvious degree when we chant the holy name.
As long as you turn away from Krishna, you cannot chant his holy name. You can try to concentrate, but after some time you can’t stay with it any longer. The mind will go back to the material subjects it is made for. Chanting the holy name is therefore only possible if you turn back to Krishna, in other words, if you chant with a sense of a relationship. Therefore we say during kirtana, when you chant – call out for Krishna! Without overcoming this tendency to turn away from Krishna there is no way that you will learn to chant Hare Krishna There is no way if you remain a bahir-mukha, an outward looking person. You can make kirtana which has a nice melody or rhythm or which is sung by a nice voice, but after some time you will give it up. You will switch it off like you switch off music that you have heard for too long. Only if you learn to get away from these external distractions, only if you learn to chant with your heart for Krishna, you will chant throughout the evening and the night. It’s that serious. You have to become a god-lover in order to love the holy name, or you have to love the holy name in order to love Krishna When we talk of the holy name, we talk of a love affair with god. Just as a lover will always think of the beloved, the devotee who engages with the holy name will always think of Krishna and therefore he will repeat the names of the Lord again and again. It will not be mindless repetition; it will be a loving journey. So this one offence, turning away from Krishna, is the root cause of all other obstacles. It is the primeval disease. Haridasa Thakura says about this, “Even if one successfully overcomes all the other offences in chanting and even if one chants the name continuously, prema or love may still not appear. The reason for this is that if one commits the offence known as pramada or inattention the progress to prema will be blocked.” (Hari-nama-cintamani, ch. 12) You may respect the devotees, you may respect lord Vishnu, you may respect your guru, you may respect the sastra, you may do all the other things, but as long as you have still turned your back to Krishna and are not thinking of Krishna while you do all the other things, you are still in the material world. Therefore, you must turn to Krishna, you must correct this one primeval, original problem of turning away from Krishna
The theme of Hatoful Boyfriend is 100% “Evil is how you perceive it”. The first we learn of that is Shuu, but there’s many different examples, in different forms. The constant between all of these is pure intentions. If we judged everyone in the game by their intentions alone, it’s possible that we would consider none of them evil.
So why is it that we see Shuu as the main threat, and not someone like Kazuaki, or hell, even Tohri? Shuu and Kazuaki share similar drives of love, Kazuaki wanting revenge and Shuu wanting to fulfil a promise. If anything, Shuu’s a lot less corrupted.
But when we think of Shuu, we think of a homocidal doctor, a cleaver-wielding partridge, a murderer, etc. We don’t think of a cynical man named Isa Souma, no, Ichijou Utsuro, dedicating his life to fulfilling the last wish of someone he loved.
And on the opposite side— When we think of Uzune Hitori or Nanaki Kazuaki, we all think of the sleepy teacher, narcoleptic quail, harmless cutie, etc, and not the heartless man who coaxed another person into suicide so he could take over his life.
We shout, “Shuu is still a murderer!”, but at the same time, “Hitori just did it for Nageki!” It really makes you think about the first impression you get from meeting a character. No one expected Kazuaki to have killed someone and be willing to kill again, and no one thought Shuu would’ve been anything but a ruthless killer, so we cling to that initial image of them. People that haven’t played Holiday Star, and ESPECIALLY people that haven’t played BBL, don’t get all of that character development.
But Kazuaki and Shuu aren’t everything. What about The King? The real Kazuaki? He was an antagonist too, but there’s no way you could call him evil at heart. Once again, it all comes down to intentions and execution.
I mentioned Tohri as well. Don’t laugh, but, objectively, Tohri is the most evil out of them all. He’s fuelled by nothing but jealousy and arrogance. Nasty. Unfortunately for him, he just sucks at being a villian, so he’s reduced to a comedic supporting character. However, if he only had more skill, he would be a major threat, and possibly a non-redeemable *problematic fave*.
This theme is not just laced between these four characters, but with almost every character in the game (excluding Okosan and Hiyoko of course, they’re pure).
-Yuuya, helping Shuu with his operation to shrug off the guilt of his past,
-Sakuya, obediently following and believing in his father’s rules of oppression,
-The Dove Party and St. Pigeonation’s fierce involvement in the coexistence movement, despite their launch of the Human Representative Project,
-Even Ryouta, who never wanted anything bad to happen, who never could even fathom being evil, blaming himself for not only the start of Shuu’s malice, but the execution of it as well.
In conclusion, I don’t mean to erase the wrongdoings of those with pure intentions, or the pure intentions of those who have done wrong. I don’t mean to tell you all that Shuu is an angel and Kazuaki’s a piece of shit, I instead mean to say that a careful examination of each character’s motivation, intentions, actions, and execution will wind up with the lines between “good” and “evil” blurred together. It’s one of my favourite themes to explore, and I personally love how they put it together in so many different ways.
My 7th grade English teacher would be proud.