how is that fair to the rest of us

anonymous asked:

please, please, please can I have a sneek peak of next part of Full Circle? Please? Its so good... I love it...

As you asked so nicely anon, here is small snippet from Chapter 6:

“Spoken to Amelia yet?” April greets me at the start of my shift. 
“No I haven’t.” I shake my head in defeat collecting my tablet from the nurse’s station. 
“Just give her time.” April smiles up at her resting her hand on my forearm. “But be warned she is mad as hell. She vividly described to me how she would love to cut out the parts of your brain that make you an ass and an imbecile.” I chuckled painfully. “Though I did change some of the words she used to make them work place appropriate.” To be fair Amelia does have a point. “She thinks you’re the one with a brain tumour. She’s also refusing to come to the pit for consults.” 

This Chapter should be out at the start of next week! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜


Ok this blog is not about politics, but somehow it’s about my life.
So here I am, living in Russia, the country of beautiful people: talented musicians, artists, dancers, doctors, teachers and all other professionals who know how to be a good person and how to do things right.

But the rest of the world judge us just by one politician. Radical, homophobic, aggressive. The world says - that’s their leader as a representation of the nation. So let me show you what our nation is.

Today, on March 26, we had meeting protests against the government throughout the country in 99 (!) cities and towns. People were clamoring against the system and corruption with slogans ‘Russia shall be free’, ‘Russia without Putin’, ‘The criminal has to go to the prison’. In Brazil or South Korea that would end for the government in a fair law court…  But what we got as a feedback? When thousands of unarmed russians went to the street to shout out for justice, thousands of policeman and soldiers started to arrest them. There was no exception for women, children or oldman. I was there, in the heart of Moscow, protesting with others. 

And here I want to say that it literally hurts me when I see in social networks like tumblr all the hatred adressed to Russia. When you are afraid of russians, when you think of us as rude homophobic savages who barely know what civilization and human rights is.

, try to look deeper on what happens here.
We are people. And we need your support. 

As a bonus, photos from another date in St. Petersburg

Hey y’all please don’t come after Katie for laughing like I think she looked really embarrassed and uncomfortable especially after she was very visibly singled out. She’s been very clear and vocal with fans, and interviews too so not just privately, that she believes in us and believes in Supercorp. I know we’re all hurt, and I am too, but I don’t think it’s fair to jump to conclusions about her in light of that. The rest of the cast? Idk them.

A lot of people, including myself, automatically laugh when uncomfortable. Or when all their friends who are present are laughing. I find it really hard to believe that she thinks Supercorp is something to make fun of especially with the number of times she has specifically validated it. I bet that if she did social media she would apologize asap and clarify how highly she thinks of us, but she has no way to do that.

TLDR Katie has been extremely supportive of her WLW fans and of Supercorp every time anybody has talked to her about it, both fans and interviewers. We don’t know what her laugh meant so maybe give her of all people some benefit of the doubt.

anonymous asked:

i love love ur voltron hcs!! would you have any about hunk? i feel like he deserves more attention from this fandom,,

thanks bud!! have some hunk o’ burning love

  • that friend who’ll draw on your face in sharpie if you fall asleep near him but also get you a blanket so you don’t catch a cold
  • things hunk would take a bullet for: 1. his friends 2. duct tape
    • he’s an engineer, duct tape has saved his grade and his life on multiple occasions 
  • has Opinions™, will make sure you hear them whether you want to or not
  • he and allura are the squad gossips
  • yes he can benchpress lance, they established this very early on in their friendship
  • Anxious and Annoyed
  • shit: *goes down* hunk: *determinately adjusts headband*
  • is continuously blown away by how normal he is compared to the rest of the team. aliens show up and everyone else is like “business as usual” meanwhile hunk’s like?? we’re in a robot cat the fuck?????????
  • the kind of guy you’d want to play barbies with
    • he can cook up some choice drama
    • (he uses lance as inspiration)
  • lance: “dude you read my diary?!” hunk: “okay to be fair, I didn’t know it was your diary at first. i thought it was just a very sad, handwritten book”
Thursday Night Dinner at the Byers

I keep mentioning ‘Thursday Night Dinner at the Byers’ in all of my Stranger Things fics (here, here, and here) and, like, I just realized this is my random ass season 3 headcanon and I should probably explain it: 

  • Hopper means it when he says he shouldn’t have lied to her. That there are a lot of things he should’ve done differently. But he also knows that he’d do anything to keep her safe, that if Owens suggests one year then he’s gonna go with one year. But he keeps his promise and things are different this time around. 
  • He suggests Thursday dinners at the Byers house as a way for El to see her friends. He can’t very well take her over to the Wheeler’s house and the cabin is too far away to bike to every day and there’s no way in hell he’s shuttling kids back and forth to his house all the time, so he sets up a weekly dinner at the Byers because it just makes the most sense. Nancy can bring Mike, he can bring El and no one will ever suspect anything. 
  • He doesn’t think too deeply about the fact that no one questions, that no one even seems all that surprised about the fact that he’s going to weekly dinners at Joyce’s house. Flo takes to telling him to say hi to Joyce for her, encouraging him to dress up nicer on Thursday nights and goddammit Flo, for the last time there’s nothing wrong with what I wear.
  • Except that at some point, he does make it a point to rush home early on Thursdays and change out of his work clothes into something that’s ironed and not khaki. 
  • Jonathan is the one that cooks most nights and he has to admit that the kid is a damn good cook. Hopper makes El and Mike and Will set the table so that Joyce doesn’t have to worry about rushing home from work and taking care of it. He always helps her with the dishes afterwards, while Mike and Nancy and Jonathan and Will take turns tutoring El. 
  • Nancy bargains for a movie night every other week after dinner rather than tutoring and he gives in because she gives him these huge puppy dog eyes and he can literally feel Joyce laughing at him as he begrudgingly says yes. They take turns picking movies, though he always gives his turn to Eleven. 

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Islam isn’t a violent religion any more than Christianity is.
(Twitter: MuslimIQ)

This was directed at a white supremacist, but it’s a good response for the Bill Maher Liberals in your life too, especially the atheists.  The Angry White Man brand of Liberal Atheist Absolutism is probably one of my least favorite factions among people I generally agree with, because it always comes with a condescending air of I’m Right And You’re Wrong.  Things are this or they are that, and because I am an educated white man, I am smart, and I don’t have to listen to your rebuttals to whatever I just said.  One of their hot button issues is religion, wherein all religions are stupid and terrible, but Islam is the worst because it makes people violent.

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Dinner Party

Warnings: Smutty, language, and a  good, fun time.

A/N: This was inspired by an episode of Game of Thrones, enjoy!

“I can’t believe you did that!” You shouted as your friends roared with laughter around you.

Harry was hosting a small dinner party for his close friends which, of course, included you.

You had only known him for a short amount of time, maybe six months or so. You had met at a birthday party of his hair stylist, Lou, who also happened to be your boss at BLEACH. Admittedly, you were a little intimidated at first, but that soon subsided when you realized just how sweet he really was. You had your fair share of celebrity clients at the salon, but being around them so often still took some getting used too.

Nick, a mutual friend of both you and Harry, had just finished telling an absurd story about the first festival he had attended which included sex, drugs, and rock n roll.

“Swear to it.” Nick held his hands up in surrender.

“You’re absolutely fucking insane.” Harry quipped up as he laughed.

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Bitter Sweet

Jughead x Reader 

Requested: - Anonymous said: Hey um… I don’t know if you do requests… but I’ll just request and see what happens I guess? Okay, I really enjoy your writings and I was wondering if you could do a Jugheadxreader story where the reader is kinda depressed2 


can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?

Words: 2752

Warnings: self harm; depression; suicide attempt; suicidal thoughts.

Originally posted by xoheatherkw

“I’m sorry Y/N, I still love you but-”

“Then why are you leaving me! This isn’t fair.” I sobbed and gripped his shirt in my hands trying to stop keep him close.

“Y/N please. You’re making this harder for both of us. I promise you’re not losing me or anyone else.” He sighed and carefully pried my hands off of him and wiped my tears before walking me the rest of the way home.

I tried to go to bed but my thoughts kept me up as well as my constant crying and pain. I didn’t get any sleep that night despite how hard I tried to calm down and try get a few hours of rest. When my alarm went off in the morning I was already up, I pulled myself out of bed after convincing myself that it would be the best thing to do. I grabbed a pair of leggings and a huge baggy sweater from my cupboard and put them on before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I looked in the mirror and only then could I see how badly I needed to rest, my eyes were puffy, red and had dark circles around them and tears stains ran down my cheeks with the general paleness of my face topping it all off. I left my face alone, make up can’t cover all this up so I just did my hair and went to my room fetching my bag and stepping outside.

I waited outside for two minutes out of habit which made nearly cry again, Jug always walked me to school, even before we were dating but I guess he doesn’t need me anymore even if we were just friends. So I walked to school all by myself with tears threatening to fall the whole way there. Once I got to school I cheered up a little when I saw Betty at her locker which is a few paces from mine, I strolled over to her and greeted her with a sigh which made her turn around quickly in curiosity.

“Oh hey Y/N… I’ve got to go.” She said bluntly and basically ran off in the other direction as I laughed which wasn’t a happy laugh it was a sad laugh at the crushing realization of the reality of my new world.

I spent the rest of the day trying to confront the people I used to call best friends but they all made up an excuse to leave before I even got my first sentence out. Even Archie ignored me, Archie Andrews, we had known each other since first grade and now it’s like we had never met. I blame Jug for all of this, he’s turned the people closest to me against me and what pisses me off even more is that I haven’t seen him all day, I thought I wasn’t going to “lose him or anyone else.”

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‘of course he didn’t deserve it, this boy who had barely lived, who couldn’t even imagine what we had to endure. but life isn’t fair, is it? not for our kind, especially. and so of course, he would be the one who managed to steal the fire of the gods- whilst the rest of us tore ourselves to shreds. a boy would make us all bow- grudgingly, bitterly and unwillingly- to that great and terrible strength.’ 

i think a lot about how young alfred is next to the rest of them, and how that all would have seemed in 1945. 

Sansa’s safety is at the forefront of Jon’s mind.

Jon’s every encounter with men who have had some sort of relationship with Sansa has so far been confrontational. The extent of aggression in each confrontation varies. During the Battle of the Bastards, Jon saw red in his confrontation with Ramsay. Whether or not he meant to murder him or simply lost control in his rage, it is unclear. What Ramsay did to Winterfell, Rickon, and Sansa is unforgivable, and the rage is understandable. 

There is a particular moment specifically about Sansa where Jon bristles. 

“Fine woman, your sister,” Ramsay says. “I look forward to having her back in my bed.”

A cut to Jon’s face, and there is a quiet rage about him. We see his mouth part ever-so-slightly, and he shifts forward on his horse, as though he means to be closer to Ramsay for attack. Or perhaps the horse under Kit Harington’s bum moved just at the right moment. Still, I am grateful that that was the winning shot in the editing room.

Still, the rage at Ramsay could be explained by anything. He was a vile person with a track record of wrongdoings to most of the people in the North.

The confrontation with Littlefinger, however, was more Sansa-centric, and gives more meat to the bone that is “Is there something romantic in store for Jon and Sansa?”

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I had a lot of feelings this week. This is what came out of them.

Spoilers for Episode 85 ahoy.


When Percy opens the door to the inn room, he sees Vex standing in front of a long mirror. Her hair is loose, cascading over her shoulders and back in long waves, and she’s wielding a brush as fiercely as she might wield her bow, yanking on a knot near her ear. When she notices him, she doesn’t look up. “We have enough money to each have our own rooms, you know.”

After the last couple of days, he doesn’t take it personally. “I’m sorry, is this Vex I’m speaking with?” he says mildly. “Maybe our rakshasa friend came back early and replaced her.”

“Fuck you,” she replies, but her heart is clearly not in it.

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bad omen | C1 | sweet pea

I spent a better half of the last year wondering what the world gained from kicking people when they were already down. I never saw the compromise in giving into the crap hand people had been dealt — I had always assumed that you were in control of your destiny. That every decision you made, every choice, had a consequence and each consequence would mould who you were supposed to be. Would you learn from it? Would you run?

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Patater Week - Day 4

Feb. 9 - Alternate Universe – Soulmate AU, 2.4K (everyone has their soulmate’s first thought about them on their skin – both still in NHL - coda of sorts to Dot Your Ts and Cross Your Is

“You’re in a good mood today,” Jack comments, as slides in next to Tater in the nook.

“Mhm,” Tater hums and chews his sandwich. “I find soulmate,” he says, like he’s commenting on the weather.

Snowy and Thirdy look up from their breakfast, and Marty nearly snorts out his cereal. Guy pats him on the back a little harder than necessary.

“You found your soulmate, Tater?” Poots asks carefully. “Like, the one who said ‘You’re tall and hot, I want to die,’ that soulmate?”

Almost everyone’s seen that particular marking in the locker room, and though no one actually voiced it, a large majority of the team had covered up their jealousy with chirps. Who doesn’t want a confidence booster like that as a soulmark? Tater simply nods, and Thirdy flies up, excited.

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Request: Idk if you’re doing requests but I absolutely loved your recent Ivar imagine, and was wondering if you do one for Ivar and His pregnant wife.. any type of plot, It would be awesome! :) 

Note: This is probably the biggest pile of fluff I have ever produced. Well, sometimes a bit of fluff doesn’t hurt, does it?

This is also for @ivarthebonelessx to entertain her while she is on bedrest. Get well soon, hun!


As you entered the great hall you heard the clatter of wood on wood. A warm smile appeared on your face at the sight that met you. Ivar was sitting on the floor in front of his throne, playing with your son.  And for these two playing of course meant sword fighting. They were armed with wooden swords and Ivar grinned at his son’s concentrated face and his serious attempts to wield the weapon that was almost as long as he was tall.

“Good. Keep going, Sigtrygg.” Ivar encouraged him. “Legs a little more apart. It gives you a better stand. You will need it when you use a real sword and behead your first enemy.”

You shock your head but chuckled. “He is three years old, Ivar. Don’t you think it’s a little early to behead enemies?”

“It is never too early to learn important things and he picks up on that stuff real quick. One day he’ll become the greatest warrior the world has ever seen.” He replied, eyes full of pride.

“Of course he will, he is your son after all.”

You took the time to watch them a little bit longer, enjoying one of these rare moments of pure happiness with your family. Soon enough you and Ivar would have to go back to reigning a kingdom, fighting battles and keeping your people save. But for tonight it was just the three of you, everyone else had left the great hall.

Well, the four of us, you thought, placing a hand on your round belly.

You sighed. It had been a long day and your back was hurting, but now you felt your body relax, all the tension of a stressful day leaving you while you watched your husband and your son. Ivar seemed to be enjoying the time as well. The perpetual tautness had left his face and he looked calm and relaxed. You were probably the only one who had ever seen him like this, his guard completely let down while he played with his son. In moments like this you almost couldn’t believe that he was Ivar the Boneless, the most ruthless of all Viking leaders, feared by everyone around the known world.

“That is enough for today.” Ivar exclaimed. “It is time for you to go to bed, little man.”

Ivar crawled over to the table to take a sip from his ale.

“Father, why can’t you walk like all the other men?” Sigtrygg asked, curiously eying his father.

You saw a shadow cross Ivar’s face, his jaw clenched. You desperately thought of something to say but Ivar was faster to react.

He reached out his hand for his son. “Come here.” Sigtrygg went over to him and Ivar pulled him into his lap. “The gods wanted to test me. They wanted to see if I could still achieve great things and prove myself worthy.”

“You are our king. For sure the gods favour you.”

“It appears that they do.” Ivar said and scuffled his son’s hair. “Now of to bed with you.”

You quietly let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You had feared this moment. You had feared that thinking his son didn’t see him as perfect would open a wound that you knew had never fully healed. But now you saw that the love for his son was stronger than any feeling of shame or hurt could ever be. You gave your husband a loving smile.

“He is way too smart for his age.” Ivar said, shaking his head.

You smiled. “I will go and tell him goodnight.”

You found your son already in bed and pulled the furs up to his chin.

“Mother, when can I go on raids with you and father?”

You chuckled. He really was his father’s son, never wasting any time. “When you can beat your father in a fight you can come with us.”

He scowled. “That is not fair. How can I ever beat father? No one can do that.”

You smiled. “Then you better keep on training. Now sleep. You can become a mighty warrior tomorrow.”

You gave your son a kiss and blew out the candles.

You found Ivar sitting on your bed, back resting against the wall.

“He worships you like a god, you know?” You said, sitting down on the bed and taking off your boots.

“What is a god without his goddess?” Ivar said jokingly and pulled you to him.

You rested your head against his shoulder and he placed his hand on your belly, slowly rubbing circles.

“How long does it still take?”

“I’m not sure. Six or eight weeks, maybe more.”

“I hope it is a girl this time.”

You looked at him in surprise. “I thought men always want sons.”

“We do. But I already have a son and I’m sure we’ll have more sons in the future. And I can’t help imagine how it would be to have a daughter.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “She’d be strong and beautiful, just like her mother.”

“Well, we’ll have to wait and see.”

“It will be a girl, I tell you.” He said, yawning.

“If you say so.” You snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes.

“I can’t wait to meet my daughter.” He mumbled, already half asleep.

Okay, the cute small story about this photo is actually really funny. So my friend and I heard that Jay park, Loco, and DJ Pumpkin were coming to Cleveland for the Cavs game and since we live (relatively close) to Cleveland we wanted to hang out and try to run into them.

Now the first day we didn’t see them but we still had a fun time together at a fan fair and seeing a lot of over very very attractive Asians walking around.

A day passes and neither of us go out because we didn’t have time and we thought they had left. But the following day was THE DAY.

We were walking around and we happen to find the hotel they were staying at (don’t ask how it was weird) so we walked around for a few hours and then we sat down to rest. Then after waiting for a little I see a yellow beanie…. and I thought… Loco wears a yellow beanie….

My friend and I didn’t want know to do or want to say so we walked past them and sat “closer” to them. About 3 feet away from them really. They went back inside and we thought they were probably waiting for Jay. And this was a once in a life time chance so we waited for them to come back out. About 5 minutes later Jay and Loco come back out and went to a car that was beside us. Without even thinking I got up and said “Jay Park can I please have a hug” He was like of course! While hugging him I said “ I would ask for a picture but I know you probably wouldn’t want that ” and he said that a picture was no problem! His body guard tried to stop it but Jay said it was fine.

While my friend was getting hugged by Jay I called out for Loco before he got in the van. Now, I don’t know if he just didn’t hear me or didn’t understand me but his reaction was the sweet more purest thing ever and he gave me a hug also.

After the hugs and pictures my friend and I said bye and thank you and went on our way. Jay told us to have a good rest of our day and Trust me we did ;)

DJ pumpkin was already in the van and his head is poked out in the back xD

We saw Jay again the next day but we didn’t say anything because we didn’t want to disturb him (and he was also with a girl)

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I finally finished this fic of Malec’s night together after leaving the party!! Hope you all enjoy :) it’s very domestic aka my weakness :-)

word count: 2000+

The newly reunited duo looked just like any other couple returning home from date night in NYC. However, Alec was sure that he was definitely the happiest boyfriend, or person, in New York for that matter. He relished in the feeling of Magnus’ hand in his again, the soft skin and the cold metal of his rings. Secretly glad that Magnus was too drained to conjure a portal, they made their way back to the apartment on foot.

“Are all the warlocks still here? I’d like to thank them for their help,” Alec said as they approached the door.

“No, they left once they heard about the victory. But I’ll be sure to pass on the message.” Magnus’ eyes were warm as he looked at Alec before shouldering open the door and pulling him inside.

Alec let out a sigh of relief at finally being home again. Sure, he had a room at the Institute, decorated with a few pictures and personal things. But Magnus’ had become his safe place, and the loss of it had been heavy over the past few days. The familiarity of the red and orange tones warmed Alec to the core, and he felt the tension of everything that had happened drain out of him. It made him smile to see some of his things still around, like his spare jacket on the coat rack, and his favorite blanket on the couch.

He wandered around a bit, Magnus following close behind, unwilling to let go of his hand. He thumbed over the photo booth pictures with a smile, remembering the matching ones he kept tucked into the pocket of wallet.

“I didn’t know you kept this,” Alec smiled as the memories of the night began to swirl through his mind. Flashes of the bright city lights, the warmth of Magnus’ lips replacing the chilly night air, the hotel at the end of the evening.

“Of course I did. That was one of the best nights of my life,” Magnus replied, letting go of Alec’s hand and instead wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him closer to his side.

“Better than your night in the palace with Casanova?” Alec teased, turning on his heel so he was facing his boyfriend.

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So adding to that I’m going to add context with some whining.  After getting my tax return I finally decided to use this gift card to Best Buy my mom got me for Christmas and pick up the new Intuos Pro since they’re $50 off right now.  I figure spending $100 on a brand new tablet to replace my really old and scratched up Intuos 4 isn’t a bad deal at all.  And now that I’ve gotten it, I feel like Wacom deliberately keeps making these new versions of the Intuos more and more rough specifically so the nibs wear out quicker and quicker.  Long rambling ahead…

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Im Yours | Part two

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

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It’s been three weeks. Three weeks of waking up early to be welcomed by BamBam, who now was so comfortable with you he started waiting in your living room and helping himself to coffee once he got there. Three weeks of the tinted car ride to the house filled with jokes and laughing as you and BamBam picked on the driver. Three weeks of making three meals a day for seven boys, and three weeks of still not knowing who the hell the seventh person was.

You didn’t mind though, the boys you did know were enough as it was, given their loud personalities.  You’d find yourself in between meals still with the boys who came and went in usually groups of two. You knew they were mainly in there for the snacks you’d make but you enjoyed their company so much you didn’t care. That didn’t stop you from teasing them though.

“Can it Youngjae, I know you’re only in here cause I’m preparing you a stupid cheese platter.” Or “If I throw out this cookie dough would you leave me alone?”

Today was just like all those before, but today Yugyeom would take his boss the egg Benedict you had prepared before you turned to prepare it for the rest of the boys. Jackson always seemed to make you laugh so hard that you almost dropped your spatula, which would send Youngjae into a fit of giggles. BamBam finally walked into the kitchen, his eyes going from tired to excited as he watched the commotion around you.

“Oh, hey Bam, can you add oregano, vanilla extract, and more eggs to the grocery list?” You started as he walked over to sit on his usual spot on the counter. You turned in time to see him nod and you noticed something on the collar of his shirt. Wiping your hands on your apron you approached him and took the fabric between your fingers.

“Did you nick yourself while shaving?” You asked, eyebrows pushing together as you pinpointed the spot as blood.

“What?” He’d say rubbing his hands down his neck. “I don’t think so?”

“There’s blood on your collar…” you said pulling at it more incase there was a cut somewhere else he didn’t notice.

As you pulled at his shirt, BamBam let his eyes flick up to Jackson and Youngjae, all of them knowing perfect that that wasn’t BamBams blood.

“Take your shirt off Ill try to get that out.” You said patting his chest and bringing his attention back to you.

Without wanting you to ask any more questions or suspect anything he quietly stripping of his jacket and white shirt while you quickly finish breakfast, Yugyeom and Mark entering. The kitchen just as you slid the communal plate across the counter to them. You turned back to BamBam and thanked him as he handed you his shirt.

“I cut my finger.” He lied, folding his arms over his chest that was still covered by a wife beater.

You nodded and crouched, pulling a few things out from under the sink before turning the faucet on. The boys watched you scrub at the stain, cursing it as it only faded a little.

“BamBam how long ago did you cut your finger!? It’s not budging!” You said, knowing that around the 12 hour mark was when this concoction you’re grandmother had taught you stopped working well. He just shrugged and took another bite of his food.

You gave up, it wasn’t going to come out fully and you were surprised you were even able to get it to turn to more of a light coffee stain color.

“Don’t wait so long next time, BamBam, damn.” You scolded tossing his shirt back to him.

Jackson chuckled at this, the thought of you scolding one of them was humorous, especially since if you knew how he really got that stain you wouldn’t have even been in the same room as him.

What do you MEAN he slipped?” Jaebum said dangerously to all of the boys as they crowded around the table. Seeing BamBam returning to his room without his shirt sparked curiosity in Jaebums eye. He didn’t expect to have to deal with the fact that BamBam was wearing the blood of the man he had beat into talking the night before.

“At least she thinks it’s mine!” He said waving a hand.

“This time!” Jaebum said smacking the table hard, causing everyone to jump and fully look at him. “I’ve been nice. I’ve let you have your friend. There was ONE RULE!” He said siting down to try and calm himself but just working himself back up again.

“If any of you slip up and she becomes suspicious, you are the one who’ll get to shoot your new friend.” He said before waving his hand.

You didn’t mind that no one was in the kitchen with you, usually after breakfast no one was as they all left to get work done. You took this time to start preparing the meat for dinner, creating a dry rub and needing the meat through it. The sound of a light bang followed by the sound of muffled yelling startled you, but made you smirk and after a few minutes when Yugyeom and Jackson filed back into the kitchen and started to pick at the nuts you were going to use during lunch, you looked at them smugly.

“Someone got in troubleeeee.” You teased not looking up from the meat you were working.

“You’re a smart ass.” Jackson said.

“What are you gonna do.” You shrugged getting Yugyeom to laugh slightly.

You were really excited for dinner. You were making a personal favorite so when the boys slowly started to file into the kitchen from the smell all you could do was smile. Everyone was there, to include Jinyoung who had warmed up quite a bit since you first met him. Right now he was laughing at something Yugyeom had said his eyes watching your hands as they worked.

“Wow it smells amazing in here.” You heard from beside you. You watched everyone straighten in the seat and BamBam hopped of the counter before you turned to the voice.

He was even more handsome up close than he was from where he stood in the balcony. His hair now sleekly swept away from his face and in one of the nicest suits you have ever seen. His lips had turned slightly up as he smiled at you before looking down to the food thy was cooking in front of you. Looking to Jackson you mouthed boss? And nodded when he rose his eyebrows as a way to say yes.

“Um, Brown sugar glazed porkchops with garlic lemon asparagus and a balsamic peach and feta salad.” You said telling him the menu for dinner.

“Very impressive. Do you mind if I join you all?” He asked, his eyes not leaving your face as you smiled.

“The big bad boss is finally coming out of his cave?” It slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it and seeing the way Yugyeom’s head snapped up to you instantly mumbled a sorry.

But the sound of him chuckling made you, and really everyone else in front of you, snap your head to look at him.

“Jinyoung was right, you do have a mouth on you.” His smile dropped slightly but the spark behind his eye was still there.

“It’s both a blessing and a curse.” You shrugged biting your lip a little while making him chuckle again.

Dinner was a little awkward for the boys with him there, but you found yourself enjoying that he was there, as he asked you question after question. At one point his eyes tightened and his lips opened to revile the most beautiful smile you ever seen. You couldn’t help but blush as he laughed, thanking yourself that it was an embarrassing story.

“Were such bad friends.” Mark, who was still chuckling softly at your story of how you ran around your neighborhood naked until you were 7, said pulling your attention away to look at him. “We’ve been your friends for what? Three weeks now? I feel like I’ve learned more about you in the 20 minutes Jaebum has been sitting here.” He said as everyone agreed.

“Well to be fair the only thing I know about you guys is your name.” You shrugged, not really caring since they were fun to be around.

“Y/n.” Jaebum said, obviously about to change the subject. “I think it’s safe to say having you here is great for all of us, but BamBam was telling me you live almost an hour away?” He said, the rest of the boys sitting up and smiling as if they knew what was going to be said next.

“Yeah.. never realize how much you guys wear me out till we get in the car to go home.” You said chuckling.

“They are behaving right?” He asked raising an eyebrow, you smiled noticing the two moles that kissed the bottom of his brow.

“If they weren’t I’m pretty handy with my knife skills so you don’t have to worry about me.” You said making everyone around you laugh.

“Good to know. These guys can be animals sometimes.” He said slightly raising his eyebrow even more as all the others looked to their neighbor trying not to be too cocky at the compliment their boss had given them.

You had stayed a little big longer that night, red wine flowing around the large table you all settled in. The boys even started to open up a little, chiming in with child hood stories here and there. You found yourself completely entranced by Jaebum as you laughed at everything he said and turning to look at him every time he made a noise. It was the getting to the point where you were blushing at every word he said towards you.

“Damn this wine…” you said looking at the last sip you had, shaking your head as the boys laughed before you’re hands went to your hot cheeks.

“Okay, I’m going to start cleaning so I can go home.” You said fanning your hot face before standing up.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jaebum started, catching your hand as you started to reach for his plate. “The boys will do it.” He said.

You looked to the boys who all fell into a grumpy state before standing up and taking their plates. You sat back down and thanked Yugyeom for taking yours before turning back to Jaebum.

“I still should probably get home though, I’m a monster in the morning if I don’t get eight hours.” You said shrugging slightly.

“Alright. Let’s go.” He said smiling before instructing Jinyoung to get your things.

“Really, I can get my own stuff.” You said as Jinyoung disappeared into the kitchen.

“Y/n, you have been basically babysitting these guys the least they can do for you is collect your knives. You shrugged at this, he wasn’t lying.

When Jinyoung returned he bowed slightly before telling you goodnight and soon BamBam was exiting the kitchen.

"I think I’ll join you tonight, if that’s alright.” He said looking to BamBam who just nodded and took your things.

Slow Dancing with the Chocobros.


The man has been trained to dance, at least to some degree, so you’re not heading into a rough time here. Sure, he might step on your toes once or twice, but you’ll laugh it off, and aside from that it’s smooth sailing. He doesn’t like to move around the floor too much, preferring to move in smaller circles around one specific area. He’s grown to realise that, when at balls, if he stays in one area then no one will pay much attention to him. He’s not the most enthusiastic to dance at balls, but get him at home? In private? He will sweep you off your feet. Expect many tender touches and being held close if he dances with you in private.

Suggested song: Like I’m Gonna Lose You - Jasmine Thompson


A Crownsguard member should always be prepared for anything, even the most unexpected of circumstances. Gladio took dance lessons for a few weeks just in case he had to dance with anyone at any Citadel engagements, and ended up quite enjoying it. He loves putting these skills to use with you, as he can see how happy it makes you. His favourite part is lifting you, being able to show you off in all of your beauty. Just watch out for the ceiling if he does this at home! You’ll feel incredibly safe, dancing with Gladio. His large frame guides you around the floor with ease, protecting you from anything and everything. Rest your head on his shoulder, he loves it.

Suggested song: Still Falling for You - Ellie Goulding


Dancing is actually something which calms Ignis down a fair bit. Being able to have an intimate moment with his significant other is a time he treasures deeply. He is naturally graceful around the floor, which is surprising considering he doesn’t really get many opportunities to dance. But put a nice, slow track on in the lounge one night and he’ll be leading you around the room like Fred Astaire, eyes alight with love. He’ll have you twirling, dipping, falling in love with him all over again as you dance.

Suggested song: So Close - John McLaughlin


With no dance training whatsoever, Prompto is not necessarily as smooth at dancing as his friends. However, he still does a damn good job. He likes to go extravagant sometimes, throwing you out to the side and dipping you forcefully. He didn’t mean to break the lamp that one time, honest. Sometimes though, he just likes to sway. Calm, close, together. He holds you like nothing else matters, nuzzling his head into your neck. Expect a breathy whisper of love as the dance comes to an end.

Suggested song: Perfect - Ed Sheeran

anonymous asked:

how are bangtan going to prepare for a cb in such a short time?(i mean, at least my lazy self considers it short lol) i hope they'll manage to stay healthy. do you think they started preparing for it long before we even suspected it?

it has never been a short period of preparation. they don’t start preparing for the next comeback after the last one ends, they have already prepared for it long before, i can say from before or after the last comeback happens. the rough draft for wings was crafted somewhere in the middle of hyyh era, the chorus of spring day was written around november after wings promotion ended and some melodies was already written before that. even the music videos, which are like one of the last steps, are usually filmed 2 months before the release. bts has quite a fair amount of preparation time and durations between comebacks, and it’s frankly a good strategy. not too rushed so they can bring quality music and also not too overdued so they wouldn’t be left behind in this rapidly growing music industry. you leave for too long and you’ll be forgotten, that’s how the world works, especially when there are many groups coming out. i think they get enough rest, constant short rests are more effective than a long one, just like sleeps, quite an amount of people find it more effective and less time-consuming to take short sleeps for a total of 5 hours per day rather than take a long 8-hour sleep. rather than taking a long 8 9-month rest with absolutely no activity to focus on making music, taking a 4 5-month rest with enough schedules in between and constant vacations keep them active, motivated and productive (jimin once mentioned that it took a while to get used to singing again after taking a month-long rest). i also think this is one of the factors that allow bts to consistenly release quality music? they never truly rest, as in doing nothing and just resting, they keep themselves rooted to work and creativity and develop a habit of finding ideas from everyday objects and actions (like how namjoon wrote the chorus of spring day while watching the leaves fall at a park). like if you keep doing something everyday, you’ll keep improving and improving. a fair amount of rest also brings the excitement and anticipation to release their ideas and creations, which a long rest sometimes can’t, because the longer one has to wait the more likely they will get frustrated and lose motivation. i frankly can’t wait for bts to come back soon, it’s been a good 5 months since ynwa and the industry is moving fast with big comebacks, can’t wait for them to come back and exceed my expectation again.

(sorry for this unnecessary long rant, my brain races faster than i can organize my thoughts lol)