honestly it was really hard to narrow it down to 10


First off, a little context. You can skip this if you want.

So Chris from GetLazy recently posted a few very interesting pictures he had taken from the design documents that were made around 2001. Some of you might have already seen this, but since I assume that not everyone here on tumblr is active on GetLazy (me neither honestly) I decided to make a post about it for everyone to see. So as the title might suggest, the documents hold quite a bit of information about LazyTown prior to the TV series. Unfortunately however, we can’t see the whole thing. He was only able to make a few blurry and shaky pictures, but, trust me, it’s still worth reading.

I also decided to make a few notes in case it’s too hard for you to see or if you’re too lazy to read it yourself or whatever. If you can catch more information than I wrote down feel free to add. I also left out information that is already common knowledge.


For this one, I didn’t make notes but I will quote directly from what Chris remembers reading, as it is much more informative. But I will still post the pictures.

So, as an abandoned and unnamed child, Sportacus worked in mines under a man named Mr. Kicker. Since none of the kids in the mines had names, Kicker referred to the kids by numbers.. Sportacus being number 10. There wasn’t much fun to be had under the mines, so the kids spent a lot of time learning lots of different kinds of sports. At some point during mining, number 10 accidentally found a strange crystal that shone whenever someone was being hurt, and he kept it. After years of abuse, number 10 finally decided to revolt. In secret, he built a hot air balloon powered by pedals and one day, he flew it out of the mountain, taking some kids with him. Soon after, he came back and dropped down a ladder and started rescuing other kids. He eventually rescued all of the kids from Mr. Kicker, and was even able to take Kicker’s spyglass from him before leaving the mines forever. Also, the mustache comes from rubbing his face with coaly hands.


- “his mother is a very busy nutritionalist”
- his parents love him immensly
- but they are not very strict with what he eats
- I think it might be because his mother didn’t have candy when she was young
and doesn’t want to take it from him as well


- forgetful and easily distracted
- which “should not be confused with stupidity”
- makes sure everyone feels included
- from a very warm and loving family
- her father is an elementary scool teacher and her mother an ornithologist
- “they are frugal but not cheap”

(Honestly I couldn’t find much new information here, but you can look at it yourself of course)

- demands and sues money from everyone
- “lives in the biggest, most decadent villa in LazyTown”
- “Mr. Spoilero”


- “he may seem stupid, but”
- saves the day when Sportacus isn’t there
- “a hero who has no interest in being one”
- lives with his mother in a very narrow building
- his room is dirty and messy


- “She is completely uninterested in her outward appearance”
- new in town
- “her family has moved quite a lot”
- lives in a trailer
- parents work very hard so they can buy a house
- which is why she has to fend for herself most of the time
- has two older brothers
- they’re not very nice to her from what I can tell
- “her best friends are her books”

(this text is hard to figure out I’m sorry)

- his parents own the local TV and radio shop and are also very busy
- “… monitor instead of his own mother”
- “Crying violently whenever…”
- communicates with his parents through the intercom or e-mail
- “…his inability to speak normally”


- “would challenge anyone who said a bad word about her” (just curious who “her” is)
- his father was a prominent politician and his mother a compulsive gambler
- has younger siblings
- went to a private school
- was very active in both the drama and chess club
- was kicked out of chess club for cheating in the championship
- not sure but I think it says that he stole his catsuit from a play in drama club, ran off with it and disappeared for years
- when he returned he has become a skilled con-artist

Officer Obtuse/Lolli

- good friends with the mayor
- they’re compared to Laurel & Hardy and their friendship dates back to high school
- which is literally the only reason he is employed as a police officer
- doesn’t have his own home but instead stays in his office in case something happens at night
- the kids call him “Officer OB” and he thinks it’s fucking disrespectful
- is the youngest of nine (!) brothers who ALL joined the “SFLC, Special Forces for the Leader of Country” except him
- he tried to join 18 times but was never accepted
- good at sports though
- caught Robbie cheating in the chess championship

The Rooster/Cock-a-little-do/Haninn

- really doesn’t like Sportacus
- silently helps Robbie but doesn’t want to make it known
- has sisters or something
- used to take pride in waking up every morning until he discovered that being lazy is much more fun
- left the farm he used to reside to find the laziest place on earth so he could be lazy in peace
- is now the laziest inhabitant of all LazyTown

Alright, sorry for the long post but I felt like this was very necessary for all of you to know!!

anonymous asked:

How would the RFAs react if MC absentmindedly keep licking/wetting her lips in front of them because it gets chapped due to the cold weather?

This is gonna be quick because I have 10 minutes before class starts but I have some free time so~~

Edit: I changed Seven’s and added V and Saeran!! c:



  • The two of you are just hanging out, him chattering away about LOLOL while you listen quietly, amused by his varying expressions
  • He’s so cute,’ you think to yourself, unconsciously running your tongue over your lips as you smiled
  • He suddenly faltered in his rambling, eyes darting quickly to your mouth before coughing to cover it up
  • “Are you okay?” you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder out of concern
  • His cheeks reddened, and he backed away slightly
  • “N-no, it’s nothing… Just the cold weather getting to me,” he laughed nervously, eyes still flickering to your lips.
  • It was hard to pretend he didn’t feel compelled to kiss you when you did that…
  • but of course the little cutie persevered!! He could never make such a bold a move on you so suddenly!!


  • he’d invited you for a drink on a cold winter morning (you know~ slowly, subtly but surely making his move on you)
  • but for some reason…
  • the windows…
  • in the cafe…
  • were OPEN.
  • the cool air from outside made the room temperature drop several degrees, and you kept shivering
  • quickly, Zen removed his coat and draped it over your shoulders
  • “Take this, try to stay warm, babe,” he smiled sweetly
  • you thanked him, hugging his coat as you sucked on your lower lip slightly, feeling bothered by the mild pain of chapped lips
  • he clenched his hands into fists, his gaze dropping to your lips with desire
  • …not today, he told himself. Can’t scare her off already… control. the. beast.


  • she couldn’t help but notice how you kept wetting your lips
  • after the sixteenth time, she finally dug into her purse to hand you some chapstick
  • “I think you need this more than me,” she chuckled softly, holding it out to you
  • you took it gratefully, your fingers brushing against hers
  • the chapstick fell– Jaehee dropping it out of shock
  • her cheeks were flushed pink
  • not that you noticed, since you were picking it up from the floor…
  • W-we’re only friends, she convinced herself
  • You’re not the only one who thinks they’re friendzoned…….


  • he really couldn’t understand why you kept licking your lips like that
  • honestly, all he could think of was that he wanted to kiss you.
  • “You really shouldn’t provoke me,” he muttered darkly, pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss
  • …Sure he left a few bruises
  • At least your lips aren’t chapped anymore?


  • “HMMMM”
  • You groggily opened your eyes, finding golden ones staring back at you with a  ಠ_ಠ expression
  • “AAH!!” you shouted, pushing him off the bed
  • You blinked a few times, taking in your surroundings, before focusing your gaze on Seven. You sighed heavily, “Dude… I’ve told you so many times, I hate waking up, and that ugly face of your ain’t helping.”
  • Immediately, he pouted, wrapping his arms around your feet, CLINGING TO YOU FOR D EA R LI FE.
  • You stared down at him with a weirded-out expression. Sometimes, you had no idea what the heck was wrong with him…
  • Licking your chapped lips absentmindedly, you asked him to get off of you, but his eyes seemed to be focused on…
  • You followed his gaze, blushing as you realized he was staring at your lips.
  • “P-pervert!! Stop touching me!” you kicked him away, flinging him to the other side of the room.


  • “Oh dear… do your lips hurt?” he asked worriedly, noticing how you kept wetting your lips
  • His warm hand rested on the side of your cheek as he took a closer look at your lips, checking to make sure it wasn’t bleeding
  • You tensed up, feeling his breath on your lips
  • He’s way too close..!!
  • Your heart was beating erratically– did he not realize what this close proximity was doing to you??
  • You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to handle the beauty of the man before you any longer
  • V blinked in surprise as you did so, and let out a soft chuckle
  • “Hey…” he poked at your forehead, making you open your eyes. “…I’m going to misunderstand, if you look at me like that.”


  • Most winters, the two of you would travel up north to a little cottage, where you could see the Aurora Borealis at night
  • Cuddling next to each other under the waves of colour in the sky…
  • Definitely your favourite pastime.
  • Shivering and suffering from chapped lips, on the other hand, gosh, you hated it.
  • But you knew that Saeran loved the view, and you’d keep quiet for his sake
  • But tonight, he seemed to stare at you, more than the sky…
  • He narrowed his eyes at you, lips parting slightly
  • You shrugged it off, not thinking much of it. You were too cold to think, honestly. Again, you licked your dry, freezing lips.
  • “Are you tempting me?” he drawled.
  • Startled, you honestly had no idea what he was talking about.
  • He brought his arm to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him as he kissed you, nibbling and sucking on your lower lip before pulling back to rest his forehead against yours, your cold breaths making a smoke of white between the two of you
  • “I don’t want to watch the Northern Lights anymore,” he stated bluntly.
  • “What do you suggest?” you smiled wryly.
  • “…We haven’t tried doing it in the car yet, have we?”
Taken [Chapter 10]


Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.

PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15
Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Epilogue

The first time he came, he already caught your attention.

He was incredibly handsome, so it wasn’t strange that he made an impression on you and the rest of the employees. He always seemed to have a gentle smile on his face, and emits a calm and comforting aura. He always came around sundown, when the rays of the dying sun comes pouring in through the bakery windows. It always made him seem like he glowed warmly.

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10 Things They Don’t Tell You about Finding Your First Teaching Position

Congratulations on graduating you teacher/educator! Wrapping up your student teaching and walking across that stage is a validation of four long years of work. Now all that’s left is to find your first teaching job.

1.) You will not have a job in May. Breathe.

Especially if you’re not math, science, or SPED expect not to have a job in May. This can be an incredibly scary and daunting position to be headed towards, but it is also completely normal. Schools do not even start thinking about the next school year until late June/early July. This isn’t to say you shouldn’t even start your search until then, but don’t panic until August 1st. Perhaps you’re a self-driven “go-getter” who just knows in your heart you’re going to be one of the few with a job. That’s great, be determined, but know that the system you’re headed towards does not really reward go-getters, and often you’ll feel like you’re constantly speeding up to a red light. The people who are graduating with a job are either: student teaching at a school that has an opening, their CT is head of the department, or they return to the high school they themselves attended. There is nothing wrong with using connections, but if you’re not in the one of the above three categories, it is a tough process to get your foot in the door. Thousands of teachers just like you go through this process every year. Breathe, and you will be fine.

2.) There will be peaks and valleys

There will be days that you are nailing it; there will be days where you are wallowing in self-pity on the carpet blubbering about how you’re un-hirable (and maybe un-lovable) and should crawl under a rock and die. As with any job search, the journey is a long one and is filled with peaks and valleys. This is something that your education prep courses notoriously under-prepared you for. To start with, they do not give you a real scope of just how much time the search itself is going to take you and the courses, (no matter how many resume building classes you attend) can’t prepare you for how personal it feels when you never get a call back, or a reply email. The valleys are so long and so deep and the peaks are so short that you may accidentally trip over one on the way to another valley. You present the best version of yourself for so long and seem to still face rejection at every corner. There will be days where you get that email or a principal will leave a voicemail and you will feel as if you have vanquished a monster every time. Those are glorious times in the kingdom. Know this: it is not personal, there is nothing wrong with you, keep up the good fight.

3.) Take Sundays for you

Obviously being determined is important and you want to start early and have your application materials (resume, letters of rec…etc) as soon as you can get them together. However, nothing ever gets accomplished on a Sunday. It’s rare for any principals to be in their office, district offices certainly aren’t open, and everything shuts down on a Sunday. In the mad, stressful search that is finding your first teaching position, take Sundays for you. Go to the movies, hang out with friends, go swimming. Whatever the case may be you will never get anything accomplished on a Sunday, so you might as well take the day to unwind and enjoy what little of a summer you have. A lot of your search is going to be about balance and not stressing yourself out into a panic. Taking one day a week is a very manageable way to organize your time and make sure you’re not going to get burned out too early.

4.) Everyone’s a critic

Teaching is a unique profession in the sense that everyone around you, teachers or not, will think they know how to do it and will give you advice on your job search. Random people will ask “well, did you call any principals yet?” and you’re supposed to act shocked at this revelation that is going to single-handedly turn your career around. Your friends and family will mean well, which it makes it very difficult to get upset with them when they turn to you in May wondering why you haven’t found work. You have done your research; you know when districts start hiring or when they have career fairs…etc, just hold your head up high. It’s difficult when you feel you’re doing every little thing you can to find a job and your family and friends are breathing down your neck and offering patronizing advice like “make sure you have extra copies of your resume.” Extra copies? WHAT? Slow down, let me get a pen, I want to get all of this written down! The best advice is to smile and nod and don’t let their ignorance of our profession get under your skin.

 5.) Learn to love the hoops

Contrary to what movies (and your family) will tell you, teaching is not a one “30-minute-interview-handshake” sort of thing anymore (see #2). A very plausible scenario: you to attend a career fair and give a 5-minute meet and greet, to which they will schedule another follow-up interview (usually lasting about 30-40 minutes) after that interview you would make it to the second round, which is a 20 minute teaching demonstration lesson, followed by an hour-long debrief on your lesson’s strengths and weaknesses. Finally they’d narrow it down to two candidates, and you would have to interview an additional time for the position, then wait a week and a half while the principal/admin team makes their decision for which you have a 50/50 shot at. That is roughly 4-5 hoops to jump through. Urban districts, rural districts, and every district in between have a lengthy screening process that, (unless you’re in one of the three categories mentioned in #1) will take some time to complete. There is no way around this process, and the only way to win the game is to play it. You will have to love the process, because if you don’t life will become a meaningless abyss and you’ll end up like one of those teaching majors who take some desk job somewhere and convince themselves they’re happier not being in a classroom. Stick with it! It is what everyone else is doing and you will make it out alive.

6.) There aren’t always right answers

So congrats, you landed the interview! That is a feat in and of itself because principals and assistant principals have to sort through so many different resumes and qualified applications that making the cut that first time is a success. When looking for your first teaching job out of college, it is hard to get out of that “right/wrong, black/white, yes/no” mentality. In your education classes there were right or wrong answers. However, in interviews with principals (especially the earlier ones) they are just looking for how you think or how you shape your ideas/philosophy over time. Answer the questions as succinctly and honestly as you can. Sometimes they may ask a question you know nothing about, such as a specific theory or score-reporting software. In these cases, just admit you’re unfamiliar with whatever concept they are asking you about, but are willing to do some independent research. Hundreds of applicants will be b.s.-ing answers all day to their faces, and most principals will thank you for your honesty. Get out of that “right/wrong” dichotomy because it’s going to put a lot more stress on you when speaking with the principal. There is, of course, the possibility that whomever is interviewing you will hate all your answers, and that’s fine (see #7) that just means it’s somewhere you don’t want to be, or wouldn’t “gel” well with the rest of the staff.

7.) Go to every interview

This sounds like common sense, and the angry skeptic might read this point as “oh yeah, let me turn down all the NOTHING I’m getting offered.” Hold tight. After working your way through May and June and maybe even early July you will finally start to get some traction. Schools will start calling you back slowly, but surely. Think of it as the first snowflake of an avalanche, or the first drop in a rainstorm, or whatever various “more will come” metaphor you’d prefer. You start to hack your way through the jungle of hoops and a few schools tell you you’re being “highly considered” or “you’re the favorite candidate for this position.” That is great news! However, be wary of ever assuming you’ve got a job in the bag. There may be a point where you’re so sure one school wants to hire you, and then you’ll get another call. Go to that interview. Until your signature is ink on paper, keep jumping through the hoops. Sometimes the best school will contact you later in the year and might be the best thing for you. The universe is a random and chaotic thing, so keep as many options open as possible and be careful about shutting doors too quickly.  

8.) Don’t kid yourself on where you want to be

In line with #6, be honest about what kind of environment, and what kind of student body you want to teach. Some of your peers will opt for the more rural areas where you have to drive 30 minutes to get to a Wal-Mart; the class sizes are smaller and the kids have a lot of parental involvement. However, some of your peers will opt for more urban areas, some of your peers will opt for a suburb area or a private school; they all have pros and cons. At any rate, make sure you know what kind of area you want to be in, and make those a top priority in your search for a job. Spending a year in an environment you hate will drive you nuts and, frankly, it will rub off on your students and will be a bad situation all around. When you feel like you’re drowning, you might be quick to accept “any port in a storm,” and this is entirely natural. However, fight this urge. Your students will sense it, your administration will sense it, and that’s bad news. You may be waiting a bit longer, and other jobs might pass you up in the meantime, but it is better to wait for a position you could really see yourself in rather than taking the first offer that comes along.

 9.) Your resume will never matter as much as your personality

Over the years you may have added many fellow education majors to Facebook (through classes, for projects, whatever.) You will have seen these peers teach in classes, and through four years you’ll have a rough idea of how these men and women are in a classroom. These peers will forget to turn on projectors, refuse to accept any criticisms of their lesson plans, or speak so softly they couldn’t command an army of ants let alone a classroom. Every other day you will see someone post a status announcing their new position of gainful employment. Some of these people you will remark “oh, good for them!” and for others your jaw will drop in disbelief that some district out there in the world gave that person a job. It’s rude, it’s petty, but you will think it. Bottom line: be prepared to see bad teachers get jobs before you. That’s because they met with a principal who, more than likely, just felt like that applicant would be a “good fit” for their building. Often they are correct. Your resume is incredibly important to getting your foot in the door, but at the end of the day that personality has to shine through because that is what’s going to clinch you the job.

10.) We are all on the same ship

There are some who believe that finding your first teaching job is a zero-sum game. (Your loss is their win.) These people will commonly say things like “I’m not sharing any of my resources!” or “Why would I tell people about openings I know about? Then someone else could get them!” Do not, under any circumstances, choose to be one of those people. Teaching is a profession built on collaboration and the people who respond to the stress of searching for a job by lashing out and treating everyone like the enemy make this process practically unbearable. Sometimes a friend will get a call from an urban school, and she’ll pass your name along to them instead because she’d prefer something more rural. Sometimes it is just that easy. We, as educators, have enough to deal with trying to find that first job without worrying about our peers stabbing us in the back.  We are all passengers on the same ship just trying to get into classrooms to inspire and foster students. Rest assured you will get into a classroom, and all the effort will be worth it. Once you finally secure that job, do you really want to turn around and see that no one’s behind you because you were more interested in stepping on necks than helping people out?

One day your grandkids will ask “what was the best day of your life?” and having kids and grandkids and winning the lottery and solving the world’s problems will pale in comparison to the day a principal calls you to offer you the position. That moment is coming; be prepared and try to relax.

Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) Part 13

Here, have some: scooby doo, innuendos, drunk feysand sexytimes + nessian and if you squint there’s rhycien

so with that. this chapter is NSFW. enjoy.

bonus points if you correctly count how many times i wrote ‘fuck’ or a variation of it in this chapter. no ragrets x

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18Part 19

Only two weeks ago, had Azriel sat at his Birthday dinner sipping whiskey and being treated like a King.

Now? He had really drawn the short straw with this one.

The Senior Halloween party was taking place at Helion’s house in the suburbs, and it was absolutely essential that you wore a costume, otherwise you just wouldn’t be allowed entry. Even Amren was participating, though, she was most definitely not participating in the group costume that was organised.

“We’re just missing Velma,” said Ines, already taking a horrifically large amount of photos that made Azriel want to die.

Cassian patted Azriels’ head, “Oh liven up, Scooby.”

Azriel resisted the urge to bite Shaggy’s hand off.

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Just wanted to try my hand at writing out a dumb speculation of mine of how Flug and Black Hat met.

(Also, I’m headcannoning Flug’s age to be around early 30s, so this would be taking place around 10 years ago)

AND I DON’T CARE IF I’M BEING REPETITIVE, IM'MA SCREAM THIS OUT FOR THE WORLD TO HEAR: Thank you all SOOOOO much for all the support, your awesome comments in the tags, all that jazz!!! It really does mean so much and is super motivating! ❤

Also, that awkward moment when you’ve been typing Black Hat’s name wrong this whole time, and kind of always realized it, but just never bothered fixing it till now. Is that just me? Yeah, probably

Previous works in chronological order: Lovestarved, Trial & Trust, Deeper Than Skin, A Small Solace


So this is how I die.

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Falling (Peter Parker x Reader) Hogwarts AU

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader 

Prequel to the Improper series

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

When you moved to London during the summer it was terrifying to leave your friends and past life behind for a whole new world, but you managed… And then the owl knocked on your window. At first you dismissed it as a small bird or common bat, but it kept tapping on the window until you looked over. Cautiously opening the window, you ran back to your bed, scared that the wild creature would attack and scratch. The barn owl ruffled its feathers and opened its wings once again, gliding over to perch on your bedpost. You were wary of the owl but noticed something held in its beak. The owl opened its mouth and dropped an old looking envelope on the bed before making another brief flight to land on your shoulder, sharp claws scratching your skin. You panicked, staying perfectly still. There’s an owl on my shoulder. You thought in disbelief. An owl. On my shoulder. What the fresh hell am I supposed to do? The owl nudged your neck with its head and looked pointedly at the envelope on your bed.

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 10.)


Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
The Reader catches up with Negan and Simon.
Word Count: 3,051
Author’s Note: The feedback I have received for this story has inspired me a great deal! You guys have no idea how much it means to me that you like what I’m writing. It seriously makes my day whenever I see a new like, a comment, or even a new ask in relation to this story. So, seriously, thank you. I couldn’t have done this without you guys! And fear not, smut will soon happen ;) Also, I dropped a line from Grey’s Anatomy, so let me know if you find it! 

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At the sight of the two men, you quietly began to laugh. It was hilarious to see that you still had such an effect on them. Simon had moved to sit next to Negan and you arched a brow. The world had ended and as of yesterday, you were now given a new lease on life. You weren’t under the control of Chris’s reign anymore.

You felt free and you wanted nothing more than the two men sitting in front of you to take what was theirs.

Though deep down, you were still waiting to wake up from some sort of dream. It seemed too good to be true that Negan and Simon were alive and well. Hesitantly, you reached out to cup each of their cheeks.

You shut your eyes, allowing the stubble of their facial hair to brush against your fingertips. You felt Simon lean against your touch and so did Negan. You gasped instantly when you felt each of their lips brush against the inside of your wrists. Instantly, you pulled away and opened your eyes to look at both men.

They were both grinning.

“Why don’t you go on and take a seat, doll?” Negan smirked.

“I can’t. You both are occupying my tiny bed.”

“Well, you can always sit on my lap,” Simon winked.

“Or mine,” Negan added quickly.

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Anon Requested:  8 10 and 25 for chanyeol if possible! Thanks<3

This one took forever but I think I will be making this into a series ♥ I really liked this one so much :)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: No warnings

Word Count: 764

“It’s complicated.”

“You can’t just run away from this!”

“I think you like me.”

Your door was thrown open and slammed in a matter of seconds, you heard the sound of your door being locked and you raise your head to meet the eyes of Chanyeol’s. Chanyeol was your brothers best friend but you two were good friends as well, being in your brother’s life since EXO started you two grew pretty close in a short amount of time. “Hey Chan-”

“I think you like me.” He interrupts you causing you to suck in a breath. Your eyes widened momentarily before normalizing in size again. You breathed out and just let out a quick little laugh trying to deny his allegation. “What? Where would you get that from?”


Just deny it.

He won’t be able to see through your lies.

“I think you like me.” He says again, his eyes boring into you with such intensity you shift in your spot on your bed. “I don’t like you Chanyeol, where are you getting that from?”

Good. Just deny it.

“Honestly,” You speak up again. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke? Did Baekhyun put you up to this? And why do you look so mad?” Your head tilts to the side seeing his chest heave up and down while he listened to your words. He did look mad. He looked angry yet you couldn’t understand why he was so upset. He couldn’t have known you were denying everything, he couldn’t know that you actually did like him, if ‘like’ was even the proper term. No. Cross off the last thing, you don’t like him. You can’t like him. That’s right, there’s no feelings what so ever for Chanyeol.

You shake your head at your thoughts looking back at the angry boy in front of you. His customary warmth that he always had was gone, he was cold and stiff and you couldn’t understand why him thinking that you liked him caused this. “I don’t like you Chanyeol, you can go-”

“You can’t just run away from this!” He yells at you quickly cutting you off. You jump slightly at the low roar from him but compose yourself swiftly. You huff out a hard breath and now your eyes are the ones that look angry, though you weren’t angry. Your eyes narrowed at him. “I’m not running from anything!”

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not lying Chanyeol! Things are…You see it’s-”

“It’s complicated yeah yeah your brother told me you’d say that.” Chanyeol waved off your words as if they didn’t matter to him.

“It is compli- wait…what?” A laugh escapes Chanyeol at your confusion. “Your brother seems to think you like me too, he’s the one who told me to confront you about it because you won’t act on your feelings.” You instantly shake your head at his words, you were only shaking your head because honestly, you were a loss for words. Your brother? Sehun? It completely baffled you that Sehun would even say this let alone tell Chanyeol to confront you about this.

“I don’t-”

“You like me, just admit it.” Chanyeol smirks making his way to you. Despite all your nerves racking up in your body you manage to stay still on your bed. Eyes staying on him the whole way he walked towards you, you’re able to shake your head. “No.”

“You’re in denial.” Before you know it Chanyeol was in front of you, he was dangerously close, he had a smirk plastered on his face though you couldn’t see it from the closeness between you two.

You can’t deny from the close proximity you two were in that your heart wasn’t racing, it was, but it’s just because of how close he was, it was just because of the way his breath fanned your face and it was just because you could feel his fingers ghosting over the fabric covering your lower back. It wasn’t because you liked him, you don’t like him. Yup, as long as you keep repeating it, it has to be true right?

Still, you have to deny it. You shake your head at him slightly. “No I’m-”

And just like that your words were halted by his lips. Your eyes close in instinct feeling the way his lips moved against his, his hand pressed down against your back pulling you in closer. Your hands ran up to your chest and you pulled back while pushing his chest. Your eyes fluttered open and he was still close to you, the same smirk plastered on his face. “Not.” You breathe out. “I don’t like you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Josh Hutcherson AMA Transcript

This is the transcript from Josh’s AMA on Reddit on February 16th, 2017.  All spelling and grammar errors are as written by the original people  This is very long, so the majority is under a read more.

Q:  Do you miss working with the Hunger Games cast?

Josh:  yes… they were the best! family forever. i miss them all dearly… however we still hang now and then and keep in touch.

Q:  Hi! What’s your favorite television show to watch?

Josh:  the Bob Ross painting show… i can benge for hours

Q:  Hey Mr. Hutcherson, is there any actor (that you have not yet worked with) that you wish to work with someday?

Josh:  so many…. joaquin phoenix is up there for sure.

Q:  Hi Josh, You got second class treatment from Rosemary Telesco and continued with Katniss Everdeen. Does it hurt your feelings?

Josh:  hahaha…. life imitates art…

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hamallama  asked:

i stg i will cry when part 9 comes. you are blESSED,,,,, mama blue is my girl!!!¡¡¡

What if I told you….. that part 9 was already here?
Enjoy my dear! There’s a lot of angst in this part ;3
Blue narrowed her eyes at her eldest sister. “Yes, please do explain. Answers would be helpful in this situation.” She huffed, the Paladins all making soft sounds of curiosity and confusion.

Black sighed. “Our metal forms are for war, for battle, as you know. However, our condensed Quintessence form, which mirrors the species of our Paladin, is for comfort. War can do terrible things to the mind, so we were programmed with an ability to form what you’d call companions for our Paladins, there to listen and provide advice and generally look after our pilot to prevent breakdowns among the team. This was originally the job of the Blue Paladin, but there isn’t much one person can do, nor can they be with their team every tick of the day.” Blue nodded sadly.

“So our creators made the program to allow us to condense our… spiritual selves, I suppose, into a form most suited to providing comfort to our Paladin. It’s usually a family member, like Yellow, Green, me and Blue. Usually someone female, since they are generally seen as more soothing. I believe Red is someone Keith looked up to, her human counterpart anyway.”

Keith scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “I really admired this one instructor at the Garrison… she was really cool and taught me the more advanced flight maneuvers… plus the cookies she gave me were pretty good…” he muttered, a tad bit embarrassed. Black chuckled quietly. “Like I said, someone soothing.” She said, while Red punched her pilot lightly in the arm.

"As I was saying before, these forms are for comforting our Paladins in the case of the Blue Paladin not being enough to stem the flow of troubles in the team. Though Lance is certainly the best I’ve seen at keeping you all sane and smiling.” She praised, grinning proudly at the Blue Paladin. “We didn’t think we’d need to, with how well you were doing. But sometimes even the best is not enough, and these bodies were needed. I suppose we got carried away, and forgot to allow you to do your job. I hope you can forgive me, Lance. I did not mean for you to be forgotten… it is only the fault of our selfishness in wanting to spend time with our Paladins.” Black finished, frowning.

"I’m still upset this happened again, you know.” Blue grumbled, folding her arms across her chest and pouting.

"Again? What do you mean, again?” Pidge asked, leaning forward. “Black isn’t the only one who’s lost a Paladin to the dark side. We all have, but I think Blue’s had the second worse breakdown next to Zarkon.” Yellow provided sadly, Blue pulling her knees up to her chest and pressing her face into Lance’s shoulder with a soft whine of sorrow.

He was treated the same as Lance, ignored because of us, and snapped before there was a chance to fix it. He betrayed us to the Galra empire, only a decafeeb after Zarkon went insane. It hit Blue hard, because he used her to trap us. The Yellow Paladin was permanently crippled because of it. She developed cryokis because of the ice beam Blue was forced to use, or as you’d call it, frostbite, and couldn’t get the ice off in time.” Green piped up.

Yellow made a pained noise and Hunk patted her back soothingly. “So, what happened to him?” Lance asked. Blue reached over and gripped the sleeve of the med suit he’d been changed into midway through healing, as his armor was trashed and going through repairs, distressed.

"I had to use my vine cannon to pin Blue down so we could get in to take him out. It… wasn’t a very pleasant thing for Blue.” Green sighed. Blue spoke up, voice muffled as she talked into her Paladin’s shoulder. “They didn’t even drag him outside to put him down… my mouth still tastes like blood sometimes…” Lance froze, horrified, and wrapped an arm around Blue in an attempt to comfort her.

"The point is, I’m glad we stopped this before something like that incident happened again. You five are the best Paladins we’ve had in a long time, and none of us want to lose you. We hope you can forgive us, Lance. Can we make it up to you somehow?” Black asked, and Pidge jolted up. “Well…” Lance started, but the gremlin blurted something first.

"Gaming night! We can set it up in the room downstairs! Green helped me modify the monitors down there and I managed to build a TV out of some old parts and stuff! We can play that game we bought at the mall! Please?” She turned big brown puppy eyes to the Cuban teen, who wavered.

He was used to little siblings pouting and giving him big wide puppy dog eyes to get what they wanted, and was honestly immune to it by now, but she looked so hopeful he decided to indulge her. They really were trying to include him now… and he wasn’t one to hold grudges anyways. Especially not after an apology.

"Sounds good to me. Blue, you in?” He said cheerfully, and Blue sat up, rubbing at her eyes but nodding with a faint grin.

"Lets go play!”

part 10 will be pure fluff if you guys want it ;) and maaaaaaayyybbbeee a Shance confession, I dunno… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( Masterlist post here: https://tokyoteddywolf.tumblr.com/post/160315750213/mama-blue-au-masterlist )
Not That Biased II

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/JB/Jinyoung

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1,374

Summary: You work at JYP as an analyst and are assigned to help a group of idols with their new collaboration song. Both Junior and JB are assigned to the project – very distracting, as you bias Junior. All of this would be fine though, if only that Im Jaebeom weren’t such a pain in your ass.

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Heaven Help The Fool Who Falls In Love Pt. 5 (James Madison x Reader)

Time Period: Modern (College AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6Part 7, Part 8 , Part 9Part 10

Word Count: 1,108

Warnings: None. (Wow. For once I think I didn’t swear.)

A/N: Here is part five!! I’m still trying to get the mobile masterlist to work, but I’m doing my best. 

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James Madison sat alone in the library, a stack of books next to him. He only had one class today, which was in the evening, so he liked to use the mornings to catch up on his work. He sniffled several times, before pulling out a handkerchief and blowing his nose as quietly as he could (even though he was the only one in the library, minus the desk clerk).

He typed away on his keyboard, his eyes flickering from the screen and his notes, which he had laid out on the other side of his laptop. He had a highlighter sitting between his teeth, which he occasionally took out, uncapped, and used on a particular note that he wanted to come back to, before returning it to his mouth. 

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Title: Business (Not) as Usual
Author: BlueMasquerade
Artist: Dreym
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: Accountant!Cas, Mechanic!Dean, friends to lovers
Posting Date: 10/16/2017

Summary: Castiel Novak has a love-hate relationship with the Cherryvale Small Business Owner’s Association. He’s already gained new clients since becoming a member, and made many valuable connections. Cherryvale isn’t a big city by any means, nothing like Chicago. Still, it’s not exactly small town America, either.

Being the new owner of an accounting services firm requires that he reach out to the local business community. Since Cas is an Introvert with a capital ‘I’, networking is high up on his list of things he detests. Still, he wants Novak Professional Accounting and Tax Services to be the first name other people think of when they need help with their books or taxes. The CSBOA seemed like the easiest and best way to accomplish that, so he started attending, and the organization has met all of his expectations.

So he has nothing but a healthy respect and appreciation for the Association itself.

His love/hate relationship is with his fellow members of the Association – namely one Dean Winchester, owner and operator of Winchester Automotive Repair and Restoration.

- - -

Castiel arrives at City Hall and makes his way to the community meeting room in the lower level. It’s used for committee meetings, and sometimes for public hearings. Those are never on the third Thursday of the month, though.

There wasn’t a meeting in December because of the holidays. So it’s been… he does quick mental math, something that’s easy for him, though slightly more difficult with dates than with dollars. It’s been nine weeks since he’s seen Dean.

He makes it to the back entrance to City Hall, stomping his feet on the floor mat as soon as the door closes behind him. The meeting room is a short distance down the hall; he can see light and hear the sound of people chatting before the official start of the meeting. He pauses inside, stripping his leather gloves off of his hands and tucking them into his pocket before unbuttoning his coat.

Charlie looks over and spots Cas. Her brilliant smile lights up her face and she half stands, waving at him and pointing at the empty metal chair beside her. He raises his hand in acknowledgment. He unwraps the wool scarf from around his neck, carefully folding it and sliding it into the pocket of his overcoat before hanging the coat on the rack with the other outerwear. The winter wind actually isn’t quite as awful in Cherryvale as it was in Chicago, but it can be bad enough.

He moves past a couple of the other members in the narrow space between the tables in one row and the chairs in another. “Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry.” Getting to the empty chair, he pulls it out and seats himself to Charlie’s left, while Dean is to her right.

Dean leans past Charlie, a smile of welcome on his too-perfect face. Honestly, how can anyone really be that gorgeous?

“We were beginning to think you weren’t going to make it, man,” he says, his slightly raspy baritone going straight to Cas’ groin.

Dammit. Inappropriate reactions. All the man had done was talk! And, of course, made eye contact. No one else has eyes quite like Dean Winchester, summery green with flecks of sunny gold, long lashes sweeping over his boyishly freckled cheeks.

“January,” he replies succinctly, as though nothing more is needed.


Charlie elbows Dean, hard enough that he grunts. “Dude. Accounting.”
It takes a moment, but Cas can see the precise moment that Dean connects the dots. “Ah, yeah. Year end, huh?”

“Yes.” He opens his briefcase and pulls out the legal pad and Cross pen he’d gotten as a Christmas gift from his employees, prepared to take notes. Cas hopes that if they notice the flush on his cheeks they’ll attribute it to the cold weather outside, rather than his pleasure at being with them. With Dean.

anonymous asked:

Dunno if you’re accepting prompts, but I haven’t really watched the show to write anything, but could you write something of raven and Chelsea before they get together? Like getting jealous, small touches, and just them dancing around each other wondering if the other feels the same? Thanks! Amazing writing by the way!

Hi there, thanks for the prompt! :) Sorry it took a while.

It started out innocently enough, just a girl making sure her best friend got home safely after a blind date with a stranger from the Internet. Chelsea would put the kids to bed, pour herself a glass of wine, and then find a nature documentary to run in the background while she did a little housework or searched through the Chicago job listings, though she’d rarely find anything she felt remotely qualified for. Her interpretive dance major had been great for her personal growth and self-discovery, just like her parents had said it’d be, but not for very much else in the long run. If she was feeling really restless, some nights she’d do all three by the time Raven walked in around 10:30.

“How’d it go?” Chelsea would ask. And Raven would collapse on the couch beside her, take a sip from Chelsea’s forgotten glass of wine, and tell her about all the weird things her date had done during dinner or at the club or, the worst one so far, at the bowling alley. The documentary on Chelsea’s computer would inevitably be changed to reruns of the Real Housewives, although this always went unnoticed by her until the night’s story was finished, Raven was tucked into her side half-asleep, and the episode was already halfway over.

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Gotham Prompt List

So I’ve decided that the current prompt lists that are floating around are excellent, but a lot of them just don’t fit with Gotham as well as I would like. So I took it upon myself to bang out a list of Gotham-specific prompts.

Like all lists, all your followers will have to do is send you a number and a pairing, and hopefully some good fic will come out of this!

Feel free to like and reblog.

1. “You smell like the docks.”
2. “It’s snowing? But it’s August!”
3. “How about we meet down at Sirens and talk this over?”
4. “Sorry I’m late. Our normal liquor store got set on fire by some weirdo with a flamethrower so I had to go all the way to the one on 45th street to get the red you like.”
5. “I thought he was dead! I killed him myself, I should know!”
6. “Well, slap on your best leather. Tonight’s gonna get real weird.”
7. “You can’t shoot him if I do it first.”
8. “I really don’t think you’re qualified to be doing that.”
9. “Blackgate really did a number on you.”
10. “I honestly appreciate your creativity, but next time why don’t we just go to dinner or something like a normal couple?”
11. “I guess I just don’t feel comfortable in the Diamond District. Can’t we just go to the burger shop we like down in the Narrows? You know I’ll protect you.”
12. “God, you’re really slumming it, aren’t you?”
13. “Why the hell is someone like you hanging around here? You’re gonna get yourself stabbed!”
14. “I don’t care if you were personally invited, if you go to that Foxglove party you’d better not come home.”
15. “I feel like it’s been raining for weeks. Everything is so gray.”
16. “What do you mean she’s your daughter? When did you end up with a daughter?!”
17. “So I found out that it actually isn’t illegal to own big cats in Gotham. Meaning, I can absolutely have a tiger.”
18. “Metropolis? Why would you want to move to that backwater?”
19. “You have to go to Arkham. You don’t have a choice.”
20. “Care to explain why you’re here bleeding all over the carpeting I just had put in?”
21. “I need you to pretend we came here together. I’ll explain later. Just act like you’re into it, please.”
22. “You’re about as useful as the GCPD, do you know that?”
23. “I just want something to go right around here for once.”
24. “You’ve had some pretty questionable plans, but this one takes the cake.”
25. “I can barely keep track of who’s in charge anymore.”
26. “Well, that sounds completely stupid and unbelievable, but that’s pretty much par for the course when it comes to Gotham so I’ll choose to believe you for now.”
27. “If you wanted my attention you could have just called instead of breaking into my apartment. Again. The locksmith knows me by first name at this point.”
28. “You can’t just adopt random street children!”
29. “What? That isn’t biologically possible.”
30. “I love you, you idiot.”
31. “He owed me a favor.”
32. “It’s never been about the money. It was always about impressing you.”
33. “I know it has to be hard for you to trust anybody right now, but I need you to trust me. Please.”
34. “He’ll be fine. He’s survived much worse than this.”
35. “That’s so petty of you. I’m proud.”
36. “In a place like this you have to take the good with the bad, otherwise you’ll end up in Arkham screaming at the walls.”
37. “You shouldn’t be here. It isn’t safe.”
38. “I was only trying to help! I didn’t think it would end up like this…”
39.  "A circus? Absolutely not. Are you new to Gotham or something?“
40. "If someone told you I was straight they were lying to your face.”
41. “You know I’m always up for a little good old-fashioned vigilante justice.”
42. “I think I’m going to just drop out of the crime business and open up a store or something. This is too stressful for me.”
43. “You have 20 seconds to explain yourself, or I shoot.”
44. “Come sit on the roof and watch the chaos with me. I’ve got bourbon.”
45. “One of these days that mouth is gonna get you into trouble. I just hope I’m there to see it.”
46. “This is Gotham, nobody cares what you’re into! Who would I be to judge?”
47. “I would kill you but you’d probably find some way to come back stronger and fuck my day up.”
48. “This is fate, whether or not you choose to accept it.”
49. “Of all the people in the world I could end up tied to, why did it have to be you?”
50. “I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.”

The Celestial Maiden (Teaser)


Wow, this turned into more of a chapter than a teaser. Aw well, at least it gives a more rounded view of what the story will be like.

I don’t know when I’ll start releasing official chapters but let me know what you guys think so far! This story is still in its infancy so please be gentle.


The old woman gave a look of amazement.
“What?” Inuyasha snapped. His patience with the situation was starting to burn out fast. “If your damn prophecy says I have no soul mate then you’re not shocking anyone, so just spit it out!”
The hag chuckled, flashing him a conspiratorial look. “Oh, ye have one alright." 

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Who Killed Jihoon?

A Long Analysis No One Asked For

So! This murder mystery case has been making waves on twitter. With whatever medical knowledge I have, let me share to you my 50 cents take on this case (and I am taking this as seriously as I can; I used up 3 pages of my think book, 4 pages of MS Word, and 4 hours of my time for this asdfghjkl):

What do we know?

Lee Jihoon died via hydrogen cyanide poisoning, with his estimated time of death between 2-2:30. There was noted blood on the piano stool and the glass door, with leftover spaghetti by the piano. There were noted bruises on his right hip caused by a supposed fall. Blood found on the scene was Jihoon’s which looked like vomitus as it was mixed with bile. Last known food intake were tteokbeokki, spaghetti, and rice crackers. There were episodes of stomach cramps prior to death. No puncture wounds on body. Coroner reported that the killer must have some knowledge on the poison used because of the intricate amount needed, the route of delivery of the poison, and the means by which he got it. The poison takes effect in 3-4 hours, so the time of ingestion should’ve been around 10:30-11:30.

 All murders answer to the 6 questions: WHAT, WHERE, WHEN, WHO, WHY, and HOW. But before I give you a rundown of my take on this, let me first give you a very basic background on hydrogen cyanide.

 Hydrogen cyanide is a colorless, poisonous liquid usually used in mining. It is extremely poisonous as even a small amount of it is enough to kill a person. How does it do it? It stops cellular activity by stopping the production of energy needed by the body, in a simplified sense. The lethal dose of it is around 50 mg (Medscape), which is approximately about as much as big as a 50-centavo coin if you spread it out (you can think of various 50 mg medicine tablets too). At this amount, it can work in less than a minute. Even when ingested, it is easily picked up the body and travels quickly through the blood vessels to take effect. When this happens, it becomes nearly impossible to reverse it. Unless you’re able to take the patient in less than 5 minutes to the hospital, it is close to impossible to reverse the effects. This is the reason why it is a very popular means of elimination: not only is a small amount needed for it to be effective, but also the fact that it is nearly impossible to detect in the body given the small amount that can be used to kill a person. One of the few ways of detecting hydrogen cyanide poisoning if there is any exposure to it (mining work, prolonged exposure to car exhaust, eating lots of fruit seeds, prolonged pesticide exposure) or if there is the distinct almond smell.

While it is possible for hydrogen cyanide poisoning to take effects hours after it has been ingested if there has been a small amount, it would mean that the ingested amount would’ve been smaller than 50 mg, so imagine it having to take effect 3-4 hours after ingestion: it would probably mean maybe even a dot of it had to be ingested for it to take effect, and by then the body would’ve eliminated it from the body or by then it would’ve been impossible for it be detected via autopsy. We may also look at this from the point of view of the poison being put inside an extended-release capsule where the film would’ve only started melting approximately 12 hours after it had been ingested, but that wouldn’t fall in the timeline given. Also, with the way hydrogen cyanide works, I don’t think the victim should’ve been able to cough up blood like that. At most, he would’ve literally dropped dead because of how quick it works.

So what am I saying? It means a lot, since the murder weapon and how Jihoon was murdered plays a vital role in answering our case. If it has been really hydrogen cyanide, then the time of ingestion becomes different: it would’ve been a few minutes prior to death, which would make Wonwoo a very likely suspect as he was the one who gave Jihoon the rice crackers, which were the last thing he ate. However, if we need to go by the number of hours it should take for the poison to have an effect, then our time line would be different.

I will be thinking in terms of the timeline, so from here on out, I will be using the term ‘poison’ as I believe hydrogen cyanide wasn’t used.

Another note, it is important to note the bruising! I’m glad someone asked about the bruising because bruising appears differently pre- and post-mortem. If it is pre-mortem, a fall would be a likely explanation, but it would not rule out a possible fight (unless you take into consideration the surrounding: were there signs of struggle?). Post-mortem bruising would mean the killer would’ve been at the scene to move the body to a certain extent that would’ve gotten him that bruise, which would mean that someone had come in during or after his death (aka someone who had been to the Music Room from 1-3 PM!!). Compare this with someone who didn’t even have to be in the vicinity at all when he died once the poison had taken effect.

Let’s get down to the nitty gritty!

This is everyone’s collated timeline of events. The ones in grey have already been eliminated from the suspect list.


WHAT? Lee Jihoon is dead! Foul play is suspected and we have 12 suspects (now narrowed down to 8).

WHERE? No whereabouts/timeline is available for Jihoon but it’s a piece of evidence! SO! I! WANT! IT! j/k lol @thicckwan made a really good timeline for Jihoon! But it’s still a mystery where he was from 10-11:30, the supposed time of poisoning. Is it safe to assume that he was in the Music Room? I think not. For everyone who had Music Theory, they only had it once a day. If Jihoon was at the Music Room that time it is probably safe to assume his Music Theory is at 8:30. Which means he could be having Core Class or Dance Practice at the Studio. However, by elimination, he was not at the Studio (S. Coups, The8 did not mention him at the studio). That leaves us with either him being the Practice Room with Wonwoo or in Core Class.

And this is where we’ll need that map! (pls release the evidence please :’( ) The map is important because it’ll show us where everyone was. Was it really possible to see someone from the bathroom if they were walking down the hallway? If so, how well could they see him? Where were the classes held? Is it possible to go past the Music Room at one point to get to the Studio or Practice Room? HELP ME I’M DYING THIS IS THE ONE BIG THING MY BRAIN CANNOT COMPREHEND???

WHEN? In the field of forensics, the only thing you can trust is evidence. If the coroner says that the poison needed 3-4 hours before it could take full effect, we can trust that. That is why I will work on the assumption that the murderer had given him the poisoned food at around 10:30-11:30.

HOW? It was poison that had to take effect in 3-4 hours. Probably something odorless, colorless, or tasteless. Something that, even when mixed with food, wouldn’t make a victim suspect. Something that would give the killer an alibi for the time of death. If we are to go by murder-mystery anime logic, Wonwoo is someone we can eliminate. He gave him rice crackers at around 1:30 PM, and by then the poison was already ingested. So it is safe to assume that it had to be someone he was with somewhere between 10-11:30.

WHY? Motive, motive, motive. No murder occurs without one, even if they were unplanned. Let’s list down all the possible suspects and their motives!

Josh – he was close to Hoshi and knew Jihoon and him were secretly dating. Take note that if the poisoning did happen before 12 nn, the ‘fight’ hadn’t happened yet, so him poisoning Jihoon for the fight is out of the question. But! That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a motive. He could be out to plot revenge for (MAYBE!!) being closer to Hoshi than he was.

The8 – Good friends with Jun! We don’t exactly know what his relationship with Hoshi is, but he wasn’t that close with Jihoon, but it is safe to assume he respects him enough to ask him how he should interpret the song into a dance. Do we have a motive? If it is the general motive of Jihoon pissing everyone off at some point, then yes.

DK – close with Jihoon. Maybe probably jealousy for his talent? (BUT THIS BOY IS SO PURE HUHU)

Mingyu – Acquaintances with Jihoon, but goes tohim for help when writing rap lyrics, so it is safe to assume that he respects him. Again with The8’s, we will probably have a motive if Jihoon getting mad at everyone counts.

Wonwoo – Close with Jun! (WHAT IS UP WITH EVERYONE BEING CLOSE WITH JUN *eye wiggles*) He considered Jihoon and Hoshi as his friends, bu we have no idea how close. In Wonwoo’s interview, he refused to elaborate on how close he was with Jihoon by using a tactic well known to suspects: reversing the question (*MORE EYE WIGGLES*). Same with The8’s and Mingyu’s, we will probably have a motive if Jihoon getting mad at everyone counts.

Jun – AVOIDS THE QUESTION SO SMOOTHLY when asked of his relationship with Jihoon. Suspicious? Honestly him arriving at 10 AM with a car is really questionable for me. So what if your car had stalled? Normal students would’ve tried to commute. Or is he one of the rich kids who can’t and won’t commute? HMMMMMM well—close friends with Wonwoo and The8! Him getting to late to school gives him sooo muuuuch tiiiime to acquire the poison (and honestly, you’re in high school why do you have a car how old are you and how rich are you you’re probably from a family of dealers???). Did Jihoon catch him red-handed and now he’s out for revenge?

Hansol – Jihoon’s classmate who didn’t know him well! Tries so hard to be defensive when asked about his opinion of him. Also uses the excuse of ‘not being there at the time of death’ to escape suspicion and create an alibi (which, btw, is not airtight. I mean, no witnesses? Very suspicious.) Did he have a motive? Probably the same as The8’s, Mingyu’s and Wonwoo’s if ever.

S. Coups – Jihoon’s best friend! Denies having any other feelings for him other than being best friends. Knows of his relationship with Hoshi. GAVE SOMETHING TO JIHOON AT 9:30 AM??? What is this I am very curious???

I think that’s pretty much what I’ve summed up so far for motives.


I’ll be honest here ok I am no expert when it comes to things like these (I’ve been to 3 escape rooms, haven’t solved any of them //GROSS SOBBING) so this is just my honest opinion!

I’m cutting down my suspect list to people who are in the probably vicinity of when the poisoning took place: either the Core Classes or the Practice Room. Those in the Core Classes were S. Coups, Jun, and Josh. The only one in the Practice Room was Wonwoo.

But! More mysteries remain yet to be solved: Where was Joshua? Why couldn’t he remember anything from 1:15-3 PM? Was Vernon really in the vicinity when Jihoon died? If so, why?

Jeonghan has been announced innocent, so it is safe to assume his testimony is true. He had skipped class that day with DK and S. Coups, but now the question is: did they go out of school grounds? If they did, then S. Coups and Hansol’s testimonies confirm each other, and confirms that Hansol was in fact at home and not in school as what Jun claims.

Jun’s testimony reeks of holes because no one can confirm his alibi prior to 10 AM, and he had shown weird behavior by staying behind after school to practice while everyone else went home (and again, this is where the map comes in: where was studio placed anyway for it to be in a place where he can’t see students filing out?). He could’ve been lying about spotting Hansol to divert suspicion away from him, or he could assume that it was Hansol he saw (when in fact in was Joshua?!) during the 2:10 time OR EVEN NOT HAVE SEEN ANYONE AT ALL BUT HE NEEDED TO PUSH THE BLAME ON SOMEONE BECAUSE SUPRISINGLY THE TIME HE SAID HE WENT TO THE BATHROOM FALLS DURING JIHOON’S TIME OF DEATH?? What if he had not gone to the bathroom but in fact had checked in to make sure Jihoon was dead and erase all possible evidence leading back to him?

Joshua. This poor boy. What happened, really? He had left the library at 1:15 PM, arguably with his backpack (as evidenced by Chan’s testimony). He clearly insisted he was wearing a button down shirt but Wonwoo insisted he was only in a t-shirt. What if Wonwoo just had bad eyesight (this is a running joke ok)?

 In conclusion! I still have no conclusion y’all I’m just leading you on a wild goose chase lol

But as of this moment, without any new evidence I need, Jun is my number one suspect.

I’ll probably update this post once new questions have been answered and once we get our new evidence!!

Return - Part 10 - Jim Kirk

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Summary: series following the events of loot– takes place during events of star trek beyond. in this chapter, you play backseat driver.

Warnings: none

A/N: they’re called starships for a reason, captain. my favorite part so far

Though the floor of the Franklin was covered in a thick layer of dust and dirt, you sat against it with your back pressed to the wall dividing the transporter pad from the console. You figured your comfort was more important than concerning yourself with the potential for a filthy uniform.

You rested your head on the wall, your eyes sliding shut for a moment before Scotty asked, “You’re not still angry at me, are you, lassie?”

You opened one eye halfway. “About what?”

“Telling Jim about the artifact— snitchin’ on you, as you called it.”

You craned your sore neck, stretching the skin that was painted purple, red, and yellow wherever Krall had gripped onto you. You looked over Scotty’s features, his forehead creased and his nose bunched over a deep frown.

You sighed and shook your head, answering honestly, “I was never mad about that.”

He pointed his nose down towards you. The confusion over his face was clear. “Really?”

“You did the right thing. I respect you for it— you’re a great Starfleet officer.”

“You’re not pullin’ my leg, are you?”

You snorted. “Scotty, I was only ever angry about you telling Bones that I was refusing medical care for a burn. And even that anger lasted five minutes, tops.” You sighed again. “It’s hard to be angry at a fundamentally good person.”

“Aye,” he replied, staring at the console again. “S’why we all forgave you so easily.”

“I’m not a fundamentally good person, Mr. Scott,” you laughed humorlessly, rolling your eyes as you tipped your nose towards the ship’s ceiling. “I stole that artifact, I lied to all of you, I—”

“So you made a few mistakes,” he shrugged. “You accepted your punishment without protest and have done nothing but help us all since you came aboard. S’quite honorable, eh, Chekov?”

Chekov nodded and leaned over the console to catch your eye. “You make the captain happy, too.”

You scoffed, tipping your nose down again so you could narrow your eyes at the bandage wrapped around your wrist. There was a tingling at the tip of your nose, a stinging in your eyes, and a pinching in your throat as you listened to what they told you. You couldn’t bring yourself to accept it.

“I think your captain might disagree.”

“With the way he’s been looking at you, I beg to differ,” Scotty chuckled. “That’s a man in love, lassie, dinnae let anyone make you think differently.”

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Beer 3 - Big Enough

Part 1


After the second beer I was starting to get what was going on. The beer was changing everything about their personality and no one seemed to notice. It was like they were always like that and nothing about them had changed at all. I was starting to wonder if that was okay though. David seemed a lot happier and so did that football player. But the question still rang in my head. I couldn’t tell if it was okay. I just tried to ignore it. Without an answer there wasn’t a reason to get too worked up about it.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. ‘Ready to work out?’ I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to work out with Chase today. I texted him back to just come up to my room. When he came up he seemed a little distracted.

“Everything alright?” I asked.

“Yeah, everything’s great. Let’s get going,” he refused to look me in the eyes. I knew he loved working out but this seemed a little different. My pause seemed to make him nervous. “Let’s go.”

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Yeah man,” Chase’s eyes stayed unfocused. I just stood there waiting for him to answer. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. “Alright man. Suze broke up with me. Okay? I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to work out.”

“She’s not that great anyways. Have a beer,” I shoved it in his face. It probably wasn’t the best thing to do but he looked like he needed a drink. Chase wasn’t exactly known for drinking but he finally accepted it.

Staring at the beer he didn’t know what to do. He sat quietly trying to formulate something to say. Something in him finally got him to take a drink. “I don’t know man,” he started, “I just thought we were so good together. She said she really cared about me but now she’s with someone else. Said I was too small.”

By most people standards Chase couldn’t really be considered small. Sure standing at 5’7” isn’t the tallest and being 160 pounds isn’t the heaviest. But he wore his weight really well. The insult seemed to be hitting him pretty hard though. I almost wondered if she was talking about something else. Shaking my head I tried to ignore my own curiosities and be a good listener.

“I don’t know. You think I need to get bigger?” he took another sip of the beer.

“Only if you want to. But don’t you think you’re taking bodybuilding a bit too seriously already?” I asked. I’d seen how often he’d spent his time at the gym and counted each and every macro he could. He trained so hard to one day be able to get on that stage. And Suzy had done everything she could to help him. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t gain the weight.

“I’m drinking a beer aren’t I?” he snidely said. “I’m sorry. It’s just I’m mad.” Chase finished off the beer. “Good beer though. Where’d you get it?”

“A magician?” I tried to make it sound like a joke. He laughed.

“Alright man, if you don’t want to tell me…” he suddenly let out a deep long burp. “Awww shit man. I mean excuse me,” He corrected himself. Chase wasn’t exactly known for cursing. He liked to keep everything proper. Even though he hung out with the frat guys all the time he still wasn’t quite like them. He burped again and laughed. “Aww shit man that one smells.”

I could already see the hair growing on his face. The face he’d always made sure it was perfectly shaven. People would often mistake him for still being in high school. Honestly it was hard to tell. He just looked young despite being nearly 20. But now his eyes were starting to narrow. His face becoming more defined; more masculine. He looked at me differently.

“You know she wasn’t all that great anyway,” my ears perked up at the statement. “You might be right.” He was definitely looking at me differently. He couldn’t seem to stay focused on my face. “So you think I’m big enough?”

“Uhhh…” my voice cracked, “Yeah? I think you’re big enough.” But his body was still growing. The dense well defined muscles were gaining a little bit of fat. Losing their hard definition. But he looked stronger. “You’re big enough.” I gulped. Another 10 pounds seemed to have added onto his body.

“Cause I can get bigger,” he laid down on my bed. His hands started scratching his chest. Dark hair filled in the blank canvas of his body. “You know I could. Right?” he scratched his belly. The deep abs, he’d spent so much time perfecting, softening up. Hair covered what little indentation still remained. “I could easily get bigger.” Each time he said it, it became more real.

“Do you want to?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I think that’s up to you isn’t it?”

“But what if I want to do it for you?” he turned to the side. Looked me in the eyes. “What if I want to make you happy?”

“I-I-I” my face went red. “I don’t know. I mean…” I looked away. He was so cute staring up at me. As though he wanted my permission. “It’s up to you isn’t it?” I repeated not realizing I’d just entered a uncomfortable conversation loop.

He laughed. “Maybe I also want it for you. Did you think about that?” His arm reached out for mine pulling me in. “Could it be that, maybe, I’d want to impress you?” He hugged me tightly; kissing the back of my neck. “Maybe I want to do it for you,” he held me tighter.

His beard tickled the back of my neck. I struggled in his hug. “Stop it,” I laughed not really wanting to get away. His big beefy arms gripped me tighter.

“You want me to stop?” he taunted me. His arms loosened up. He positioned himself above me; looking down at my body. “You want me to stop?” he asked again. However my eyes drifted away. “Oh…”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “It’s not you. I swear. It’s just my parents… And if they found out…”

“I get it,” he leaned and whispered, “But your parents aren’t here, right?” His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close again. “We can still have a little bit of fun.” His hairy face started nuzzling the side of mine. I could feel his dick rubbing against my asshole through our shorts. “What do you say?” his seductive tone sent a shiver down my spine.

‘There’s no way Suzy would think he was small now,’ I thought. He was slowly rubbing against me. I tried to fight my feelings. I knew I should have been the good son and just told him to leave. But I couldn’t. I turned my head around and gave him a kiss. It lasted longer than I thought it would. He was so much better than I expected. Before I knew it my shorts were already down. His large imposing body wrapped around me.

“Good choice,” I could hear his smile. The soft whisper in my ear lowered my inhibitions. I pushed up against him. ‘There’s no way she could have thought he was small!’ the thought shot through my head as he entered into me. It felt so tight inside me. I could feel him pulling back and forth, working his way in. He grunted softly as his strong hands gripped my shoulders. I could feel him speeding up. His grunts became more frequent. He paused for a second as cum shot inside me. The pressure sent me over and my hips bucked. He roared.

“Did you just roar?!” i asked trying to stifle my laughter, “God you’re weird…” I smiled lifting my head from the pillow. But there was a clear smile planted on my face.

He laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me again. “Just something you’re going to have to deal with.”

“Emm-hmmm…” I agreed while softly snuggling against my boyfriend.