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1. Take a clipboard to school.
You have to be prepared to do homework ANYWHERE at ANYTIME. Carry it in your hand with some paper and your homework clipped onto it and get work done whenever you can. Don’t keep the clipboard in your bag.

Keeping track of assignments and important dates helps clear your mind. You don’t have to worry about remembering everything because all of it is written down. If you have a lot going on at once, start a bullet journal. If you can, divide your planner into sections based on different activities. For example, my bullet journal has 4 major sections: school work, extracurricular activities, community service, and general life issues. This creates order in the midst of chaos and also enforces the idea of taking everything one at a time. Your planner shouldn’t overwhelm you.

3. Get the biggest calendar you can find and hang it on the wall.
The purpose of the calendar is to allow you to establish a general time frame for everything you need to do. PLAN AHEAD. Make sure EVERYTHING is on that calendar. Being overwhelmed by your planner is bad because it leads to a stressful day; your calendar takes on the role of allowing you to see the big picture. Having everything written down on a calendar creates a sense of urgency that’ll decrease the likelihood or duration of procrastination.

4. If you’re taking multiple AP classes, dedicate at least one day of the week to each subject.
I had 7 AP’s so I studied a different subject each day. For example, every Monday was Macroeconomics day. I took my econ review book to school on Mondays and studied whenever I had some extra time. Start doing this 3 or 4 months before the exams in May to avoid cramming and excessive stress.

5. Sleep whenever you can but avoid sleeping on the way home from school.
If you enter your home feeling sleepy the bed is going to be extra enticing.

6. If you NEED to pull an all-nighter (try to avoid them), drink a cup of straight up black coffee (no sugar) and take a 20 minute nap.
It takes some time for the caffeine to kick in so you might as well get some sleep. You’ll eventually get used to the bitterness.

7. Sometimes you need to skip school but don’t skip unless you absolutely have to.
If you do, you better not sleep in! Wake up normally and get to work ASAP. Do the makeup work and turn it in the next day, even if you don’t have to.

8. Study smarter, not harder.
Figure out which study methods work for you. Note-taking is time-consuming so try to find alternatives. You don’t have to make everything aesthetically pleasing to post it on tumblr. In fact, if you’re compelled to take pretty notes just to post it on tumblr, LEAVE NOW. DO NOT WASTE TIME.

9. Do homework for the learning experience instead of the grade.
Don’t copy work from your friends. If you use homework as a study resource, you won’t have to worry about long review sessions before a test. I have never studied for a Spanish test but the lowest score I’ve ever gotten on one is a 93. How? I did my homework.  

Perfection = waste of time. Don’t spend 10 hours writing an essay if you know you can get the same grade by only spending 2. I used to believe that the most important thing was being proud of everything you put your name on but none of that matters when you haven’t slept in 48 hours.

11. Complete the difficult tasks first.
One of the many reasons people procrastinate is to avoid difficult tasks. If you save the hardest assignment for last, you’re more vulnerable to wasting time.

12. This one is very bad because it involves lying but it saved my grade a couple of times: ALWAYS turn in your homework.
Why? Rarely missing an assignment gives you a good reputation and teachers tend to trust hardworking students. If you ever forget to do an assignment and you’re known to be a good student, your teacher is more likely to believe your excuse. Or, if you really left it at home, he/she/they might give you an extra day.

Can’t turn in your essay because you told yourself you’d print it in the morning and forgot? No worries! It’s in google drive! Need a past assignment for reference but have the copy at home? No worries! It’s in google drive!

14. Your study space significantly impacts productivity. Organize your room/space to maximize concentration/productivity.

15. MOST IMPORTANTLY, give yourself some time off.
If you don’t, you’ll eventually burn out and nothing will be able to motivate you again. I like to go watch a movie alone once in a while because it clears my mind for 2 hours. Being constantly bombarded with due dates can lead to massive anxiety issues. And guess what? You can’t get anything done if you’re having multiple panic attacks or if you’re in bed all day because you’re depressed. Take care of yourself. School can wait but your physical and mental health can’t.

Hands To Myself

Roughly inspired by Hand to Myself by Selena Gomez. 
Just a side note that I really can’t write smut, I feel incredibly weird so I do apologize for the cliff hanger ;)

Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
You’re metaphorical gin and juice

I mean I could but why would I want to?

It was convenient that Tom and [Y/N] lived right across the street from one another. It meant that they could just walk over and not have to worry about the awful London traffic. Or even that if they drank a little too much, their home was just a few feet over. It was great. What wasn’t convenient was that Tom and his best mate, Harrison, always, like clockwork played basketball every morning. And [Y/N] had the front row seats with her window facing the cul-de-sac they played on. 

[Y/N] had never been a sexual person. She just kept her hands in her lap and behaved like a good girl but ever since she had starting dating Tom, it was getting a lot harder to maintain the proper ladylike persona her parents had raised her to have. It seemed that even the simplest movements Tom would make would send her senses into overdrive and force her to have the mind of horny thirteen year old boy. And [Y/N] could bet money that Tom had no idea what he was doing to her, he was always such a gentlemen when it came to her personal space. Of course they would cuddle and have make-out sessions but he was always aware of where his hands would be. And [Y/N] loved that for the most part, she was adoring that Tom wasn’t acting out on his hormones and was being respectful of her body because her body wasn’t a piece of property that he could invite himself into whenever he pleased. But, there were days where she wished he would just use all his pent up sexual urges and show her what she did to him. 

And it didn’t help that this morning, Tom was shirtless. The sun was kissing his body and causing every curve and dip of his muscles glisten from the sweat that was covering his upper body. It was a taunt and it was driving her insane. She stood by the window, watching Harrison and Tom play for a few more minutes before she decided that she needed to do something to get the idea of what laid beyond the shorts that were covering the rest of him out of her head. 

Splashing cold water on her face, she looked in the mirror and noticed a small purple mark poking out from her shirt. Wincing, she pulled the collar down to inspect it a little more. She would admit the night before was one of their more friskier nights, Tom had never left a hickey before. It left her flustered and she could bet that seeing Tom this morning made the feelings come back twice as hard. Blowing air out of her mouth, she dug around in her drawer to find some concealer. Even though she was twenty, her parents would freak the hell out that she was engaging in any kind of physical contact with her boyfriend. If she didn’t still live at home, she would have shrugged and went on about her day. 

Dabbing some on until she felt that it was hidden enough, she closed her eyes when she heard the victory yells from Tom. Gripping the counter, she looked at herself. She could feel herself getting hot at the thought of what more could have happened the night before if her parents hadn’t came home so early. Swallowing hard, she told herself to get a grip. 

Walking towards her closet, she threw on some running shorts and a matching sports bra. Reaching around her jacket, she zipped it up halfway. [Y/N] needed to run off her hormones, put something else in her head. Walking into the kitchen to grab a protein bar, she noticed a note from her parents. 

Went shopping at the mall and then going to see a film. After that we’ll be going grocery shopping. Be home right before 6. Send a text if Tom and Harrison will be joining for dinner so I’ll be prepared. xx mom

Plucking the note from the fridge, she laid it on the counter and sent her mother a text saying that most likely Tom and Harrison will be coming over. Four out of the seven days, they normally did. Grabbing a sip of her water, she headed out the door. 

“[Y/N]! Come play with us, Haz needs all the help he can get.” Tom chuckled. 

Walking over towards the two boys who were dripping with sweat, she placed a peck on Tom’s cheek and patted Harrison’s shoulder. “Love to, but I’m going to go run a few miles.” 

“Ew,” Harrison groaned. 

“Ew, yourself.” [Y/N] responded, sticking out her tongue. She turned towards Tom in time to find him rake his eyes over her attire. Biting her lip, she tried to ignore his lingering gaze over her exposed torso. 

“I agree with Harrison, why are you running?” Tom asked, “You could get in your daily exercise right here with me.” He motioned towards the basketball hoop.

[Y/N] really wanted to respond with something inappropriate but decided against it. It was only going to make her situation worse. “I’ll pass, but maybe next time. I’ll see you in an hour.” 

“An hour?! How many fucking miles you plan on running, [Y/N]” Harrison sputtered. 

Shrugging, she started to jog backwards, “However many I can run in an hour, Haz.” Shaking her head, she smiled and blew kisses towards them and turned to face forward and headed off. 

[Y/N] had needed a lot more than an hour to get her mind off of her sexual thoughts about Tom. She had ran for thirty minutes before she slowed to a walk to give her burning legs a rest and in that time, she had made up five million fantasies. All of them ranging from innocent fluffy to extremely fifty shades. After walking for another thirty, she decided to run back to the house. Figuring that Harrison had probably either gone home or knowing that Tom would be spending time with her and went inside to hang out with Sam and Harry. 

Slowing down her pace when she spotted Tom sitting on her porch in the comfy bench her mother had insisted on spending four hundred dollars on. She smiled as she hopped up the steps, “Hey you.” 

Looking up from his phone, Tom smiled back. “Hey yourself. I thought you said you were going to run for an hour? How many miles did you clear?”

Shrugging, [Y/N] unzipped her jacket all the way, fanning herself with her hand. She hated to feel so hot that the only thing she wanted was to peel off her own skin. “I don’t know maybe five or six? I wasn’t tracking it but I reached the fountain and came back.” 

Tom whistled, “Look at you speedy.” He chuckled and got up from the bench to hug her. 

“No, I’m gross.” She whined. 

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he shook his head. “No, never. Impossible.” 

Trying to ignore the skin to skin contact, she pushed him away and rolled her eyes. Reaching into her hidden pocket for the spare key to her house, she unlocked the front door and walked in. “Did Haz go home or is he with the twins?” 

“The twins,” he responded, following her in. 

“So, he’ll be over for dinner too? I was supposed to tell my mom for sure.” 

Tom shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll ask him,” texting Harrison, he slid his phone back into his shorts pockets. 

Chugging some water to cool down, she tossed him a gatorade. “You going to eat dinner with my parents with just that on?” [Y/N] teased. 

Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, the well-defined muscles flexing and tightening made [Y/N] lick her lips. “Are you going to wear that to dinner with your parents?” He squinted his eyes, pushing off the counter, he walked towards her in just four steps. His thumb rubbed against the spot on her neck where she had covered with concealer. “Bloody Hell, your father is going to kill me.” He muttered. 


Tapping your neck, he chuckled. “I’ve given you a hickey. I guess the sweat from your run rubbed the makeup off.” 

Chewing on her lip, she shrugged. “I’ll cover it back up when I get dressed. No big deal, they will never know.” 

“Good because that is not a conversation I want to have with your father.” He shuddered at the thought of being confronted by one of the seriously intimidating men he had ever come to meet. Tom reminisced to the time where he had first met her father, he was ready to piss himself. 

[Y/N] shook her head and laughed, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. She could have keeled over and died from laughing so hard at her father and Tom’s first encounter. She had to reassure Tom that her father really did like him after the first few times and he had even told her that he preferred Tom over her past boyfriends. 

“Hey Tom?”

“Yes, love?”

She fidgeted with the bottom of her jacket, running the zipper up and down causing Tom to look at her with a confused look. “How long have we been dating now?”

Tom tilted his head to the side and did the math in his head. “A little over two years, why?”

“Do you not find me sexually attractive?” 

Tom choked on his spit, completely blind sided by her question. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Avoiding his baffled stare, she sighed. “Am I not sexually appealing? Like, is there a reason why we haven’t had sex?” 

Tom seriously couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. He moved in her line of sight, speaking softly, “Hey, look at me.” Waiting until she met him, he smiled softly. “Are you seriously asking me that? If I didn’t find you to be sexy, I wouldn’t have left that hickey on your neck. Of course I find you to be sexy. I find you to be sexy all the time, [Y/N].” 


“Really.” Tom confirmed, shaking his head at how crazy her question was. He chuckled a little before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Have I thought about sex with you? Yes. But I, it’s not, I don’t. Sex isn’t just something we do because it feels good, [Y/N]. I want it to be special, meaningful. We’d be sharing ourselves in a more personal way and I might be ready to do that but you might not be.” Cupping her face, he smiled again. “I would never want to pressure you into something because I don’t have to have sex with you to know that I want to be with you. Is it difficult, yes, especially when you wear things like what you have on now.” His eyes trailed down her and then back, “But, I love you for you not for sex or anything else. It would just be an added bonus.” 

[Y/N] couldn’t help but blush at his words. Again, he was always so respectful. “I love you, Holland.” 

“And I love you, [L/N]” He pulled her into a hug, the kind that she melted into. [Y/N] would swear up and down that Tom had different kind of hugs. And the way he was hugging her now was her all time favorite. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, almost like she was completely safe and nothing could harm her all while feeling the love radiate from his body. 

Pulling away a little, she took a deep breath. “What if I’m ready now?” 

Tom’s eye sparkled a little as he studied her expression, “Then I’d plan it to be special.” 

“No, like now.” 

Now?” Tom asked in surprise. 

“Yes, like right here, right now.” Wincing and giggling lightly, she shrugged, “Or well in my room, not here in the kitchen, that’d be weird. We eat and cook in here.”

Tom pulled apart from her completely, looking her dead straight in the eyes. “You want to have sex right now? Really? Are you sure, [Y/N].” She could tell he was getting flustered, “What if your parents come home? Or Haz decides to just come over? Don’t you think it’d be more special if I had planned it out to be romantic?”

“I love you, Tom, I really do but when has anything you’ve ever planned romantically gone according to plan?” She raised a brow, waiting for him to answer.

“You have a point….”

She grabbed for his hands, “I think it would be special right now. Don’t think I haven’t notice the looks you’ve been giving me when you think I’m not looking. Isn’t passion what makes it special?” 

“Bloody Hell,” Tom mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. “You’re going to kill me, absolutely kill me.” 

nell411  asked:

I don't remember which blog you posted about this on, but on one of your blogs you mentioned a theory that it was actually Jeremiah that encouraged Kara to hide her powers and act normal not Eliza. Having just finished season 1 again, seeing the references to the past and what I remember of season 2, since I've only rewatched the first 2 episodes so far, I can totally see how that would make sense and if you ever post the details of that theory I would read the shit out it.

I think I mentioned it here at some point? Maybe. I have talked about it with @ultranos​ and with @motorcyclegirlfriends​ a couple of times.

It’s not really a *theory* in that I think it is the One True Way to read the family dynamics, it’s just … an interpretation of canon that nobody’s really considered that is both interesting and frighteningly easy to spin into a plausible headcanon.

The starting point is Alex.

Namely, it’s the fact that Alex is not a reliable narrator when it comes to any member of her immediate family.

She admits repeatedly in S1 that her own insecurities and jealousy toward Kara colored her perception of their relationship for years. She spent the better part of a decade inaccurately reading her relationship with Eliza, again because her insecurities clouded her judgment.

So, if Alex wasn’t seeing Kara or Eliza clearly for all those years, why should we expect her assessment of Jeremiah to be accurate, either?

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anonymous asked:

what about the stairs in the forests!!! and what doc were you watching and would you recommend?

ok so I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE STAIRS IN THE FORESTS! mainly because I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service, and I Have Some Stories to Tell a) is posted on /r/nosleep so it’s definitely made up, b) the op admits to knowing about David Paulides, and lbr knowing about = being influenced by, so it’s definitely made up, and c) if you read all the way through to the end it stops being even vaguely believable and starts reading like a WTNV transcript, and then he plugs his book, so it’s DEFINITELY MADE UP. however, it is an amazing (read: terrifying) thread, some of it is obviously based on truths/insider SAR knowledge which means a lot of it is probably uncomfortably close to actually being true, and it’s a good Gateway Read into MISSING PEOPLE IN NATIONAL PARKS CONSPIRACY THEORIES, which is where I live now. (plus, if you read this before getting into anything else it imbues every single missing persons case with an unsettling sense of Eldritch horror, which is why I had to turn on three overheads and unfocus my eyes all the way to the bathroom last night at 2am.) 

so yeah, after reading that /r/nosleep thing for the first time I drew a line under it and moved on until SOMEONE (ahem@roundtop) sent me a link to an article called How 1,600 People Went Missing from Our Public Lands Without a Trace (on a legit and sensible outdoorsy people website), like ‘haha, stairs in the forest!’ and I SWAN DIVED DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. thus: the documentary-watching, staying up till 2am and spending all day today trying to find copies of David Paulides’ books for less than $80 inc. postage. 

THIS DUDE DAVID PAULIDES. he was in law enforcement before, for some reason, deciding to become a ~*~cryptozoologist~*~ and certified gung-ho Bigfoot conspiracy theorist, and through that found out about how many people had disappeared without a trace from National Parks in the U.S., did 7,000 hours worth of digging, and wrote a bunch of books about it. his books are called Missing 411 and are about the ridiculous number of people who go missing in National Parks, the usually weird circumstances around their disappearances, the fact that when people are found (dead or alive) it’s often in places miles and miles and sometimes waaaaay higher up mountains than where they disappeared from, and all sorts of creepy crap to boot. like they can’t get bloodhounds to find a scent, or they find tiny children miles away from where they got lost, barefoot, without a scratch on the soles of their feet, human remains being found years later in places that were search dozens and dozens of times. not to mention the National Parks… People (? I really don’t know enough to be making this post) are aware of what’s happening but don’t keep a list of the people who’ve gone missing on their lands. 

(which is all part of why I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service is so freaky – enough of it (people being found miles away, kids being found up mountains, the people in charge being cagey about it all) sounds real that you can believe it was actually written by a SAR Officer. heebies!) 

it’s all real nightmare fuel, if you’re the sort of person who is absolutely terrified by all this Scary Forest Disappearing People Unexplainable Deaths stuff, i.e. me. luckily I can’t afford to buy any of them! phew! however, I haven’t let that stop me from a) SCARING MYSELF SHITLESS and b) BECOMING A TIN HATTER, and it shouldn’t stop you either: you can read loads of stuff over at /r/missing411, listen to one of his initial interviews (in which he talks about how he was approached by two park employees in plain clothes who were like ‘please investigate this, there’s SOMETHING going on and it’s so goddamn weird’) on Coast to Coast AM (which is, like, a paranormal radio station… I’m sorry), watch a bunch of Paulides’/CanAm Missing Project’s vids about disappearances on youtube, and listen to hours worth of interviews and late night spooky radio/podcast discussions with Paulides. 

the documentary I thought I was watching was Missing 411, which is based on his books and Kickstarted by the public in 2015, but it turns out that they’re apparently shopping it around at festivals so it’s not out yet. what I was actually watching (and quickly abandoned) was a weird supercut of all of David Paulides’ tv interviews and some cryptozoologist chatter about Bigfoot. Paulides, god love him, never ever SAYS Bigfoot in any of his books, and everything he presents is 100% factually accurate and extensively researched, but… I think we can safely say he thinks it’s Bigfoot. tbh, after reading about Jaryd Atadero I think it’s Bigfoot. I mean, goddamn. 

so, yeah. I’ve finished reading every search and rescue story on this blog (Hunt for the Death Valley Germans is LONG but awesome), I’ve got West of Memphis ready to watch after work tomorrow because I remembered how much I love that case and spooky true crime things, if you have any related LINKS or STUFF about This Shit then REBLOG THIS/MSG ME AND TELL ME, or if you have a copy of a Missing 411 book you wouldn’t mind mailing to me then LET ME KNOW, and in conclusion I can’t believe America is so fucking huge and unkind, goodnight.

Newcomers Pt 17

Creten gathered what was left of his belongings from his home that had been burned down during the battle for his small town. There was not much left but he was happy to find a few of his books were still in good order or were salvageable. The Humans had offered his father a temporary robotic arm that he refused probably still bitter about being defeated. In fact Creten was sad to be leaving at all, for the last few days he had been welcomed by them and they had answered his mountain of questions and seemed pleased to meet someone who was interested in their culture. He and the rest of the now refugees as the Humans called them were being sent to Geeda with the others, they were told that it was being used as a holding area for those caught up in this war.

Ruffling through the burned wreckage he found what he was sent to find, a picture of his mother, he snatched it and ran out to the street.

“Father I found it!”

“Ah good” he said taking and looking at it with a smile on his face, he ran his finger over her features as if he was scared he might forget them. He knew that she had gone west towards the capital and that was likely where the Humans were going next. He hoped like they had done here they would not kill anyone they did not have to.

“You guys ready?” asked one of the Humans that was helping them into the trucks.

“Yes, let us go”

Creten helped his father to his feet and the Human picked up the bags and followed them to one of the rear trucks. Just as his father got on Creten turned to the Human.

“Can I really not stay here? I want to stay and see everything”

Hopkins looked down at him smiling and handed him one of the bags.

“You are brave little one and you have a good head on your shoulders, but the front is no place for you. Your strength lies inside your mind and your people will need you once this war is over”

“Can I at least…” Creten looked at Hopkins pocket smiling and he pulled out a few sweets.

“There those are my last ones”

“Thank you”

Hopkins lifted him into the truck and he sat by his father.

“Take care all of you, there are clean beds and hot meals waiting for you in Geeda.

“What about those who defended it?” asked Creten’s father and Hopkins turned to him.

“I can’t say for anyone specific but there are many survivors” Hopkins banged the side of the truck and it began to pull away with Creten waving goodbye to the Humans they passed.

They rode for hours with the tracks of the truck kicking up dust and dirt behind them making the small town they had called home fade from view as if being erased.

Going past them heading the opposite way were Gal and Human infantry running on foot and vehicles carrying other supplies and to Creten’s joy a Bastion. Behind him a flap that separated the drivers from the occupants opened and a Human handed them some protein bars saying the journey will be longer than expected.

The reason was traffic, there were a lot of vehicles trying to get in Greeda through only a small number of gates, and not all were Human vehicles.

In the weeks since Greeda fell it became the place for refugees to go and be housed by the Humans who felt it their duty to help those caught up in the war. One thing they did not stop and even in fact they encouraged was the travelling of Benemar merchants. They would come and trade their goods with the refugees and Humans alike who paid them well. Soon other merchants were making their way into Human controlled territory to trade their goods.

It was nearly midnight when they arrived at one of Geeda’s recently repaired gates and they were stopped once more by Human guards that came and inspected the truck. Many feared this was the moment the Human would show their true colours and kill them but all the guards did was ask them their names and hand them ID bracelets.

They passed through the gate and into the city which was rather quiet as it was close to the middle of the night now and everyone had retired to bed, the truck suddenly stopped and they were asked to disembark.

There was a waiting waiting of them and once they had all exited the truck it left them in the middle of the street with this guard holding a clipboard watching them.

“Hello everyone my name is Lieutenant Rosev and I am the one in charge of this section of the city. This building behind me is your new home” he indicated the large housing block that could hold hundreds of families, small townsmen like them could only dream of living in one of these.

“They have all been checked and stocked with beds and basic living needs, the water is a bit dodgy but we are working on fixing it. Tomorrow food will be distributed from a centre down the road. So yeah, find a bed and fall in I guess, goodnight” he saluted then and walked off.

They all looked around a bit dumbfounded, these were supposed to be luxury apartments for only the highly rich or privileged Benemar and they were being given to them freely and without questions.

“I don’t know about you lot but I have no intention of freezing out here on the street” Creten’s father Malthos said heading inside. He had become the town elder since the last was killed during the battle and the town survivors looked to him for guidance. They slowly followed him inside.

The next morning Creten ran to the window having been woken by the sound of low flying aircraft, there were hundreds of fighters and bombers heading west and flying low. He watched excited and memorizing their strange shape and holding his ears at the loud booming sound they made when they passed overhead. His father was none to happy at being woken so abruptly and simply shouted at his son to go to this distribution centre the Humans had told them about to get food.

Creten did not need telling twice as he already had his boots on when his father called for him.

The streets were packed, you would have been forgiven for believing that the city never came under attack nor was under Human occupation. The streets were filled with Benemar, both survivors of the when the city fell and refugees from other such towns like his. Children played in the streets, merchants had set up stalls and adults chatted. He headed in the direction the Human had told them the centre was and on the way he passed a building that was once a gathering hall but had been turned into a walk in hospital by the Humans. He looked inside and saw Human doctors treating sick Benemar offering such services freely. Such services on Bento were hard to come by sometimes and even if one could find a healer the price of such treatment was extortionate. But the Humans asked for nothing and gave without question. They were not unobserved though, looking up he saw Gal, not a large number maybe half a dozen looking down and moving along the buildings slowly, there were a few Humans sitting on perches but they seemed more interested in chatting with each other than keeping an eye on them. He went on his way and found the food centre, naturally there was a long line as it was the morning and people were waiting for their morning meals. He hated waiting, he wanted to explore and talk to the Human soldiers who he saw every so often wandering around unarmed but completely at ease.

“Creten?” he heard someone call his name and looked around but could not see where it was coming from. “Creten!” he heard again louder and closer and he was suddenly seized from behind and spun to face this newcomer.

“Selan!” he shouted leaping into the arms of his big sister “You’re alive!”

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Um..our town fell, the Humans sent us here”

Selan’s face fell “Why didn’t you leave and go to the capital?”

“Mother did, father and me along with a number of others stayed and fought”

“You fought the Humans?” Selan said shocked at the thought of her baby brother even lifting a rifle let alone firing it.

“We lost as you can see but they did not mistreat us, most of the those who stayed survived”

“Father?” Selan said quickly.

“He is at home, or the home we have been given”

Selan let out a breathe of relief.

“Where is Jeqan and Kop?” Creten asked.

Selan’s face dropped and she shook her head “They died fighting to the last and with honour”

Creten grew angry, he hated that word honour for in his mind it was worthless and so many died for it. “They shouldn’t have died at all and we shouldn’t be fighting either”

Selan glared at him “They are the enemy” she hissed.

“Are they? They have been nothing but kind to me and father once they saw we were not warriors, like now I am in line to get food which they say they do not charge for”

Selan said nothing.

“How many long hours did we spend in the salt fields scratching at the dirt in the hopes we might eat something or find enough to sell?”

Selan was a bit taken back by this, Creten was usually so submissive and easily spoken down to but now he stood tall. He had a new confidence that she had not seen before.

Finally he arrived at the desk where a Human female greeted him.

“Bracelet please” she asked holding out her hand and Creten put his arm up with his ID bracelet on and it was scanned.

“I see you have your father is in the city with you” she said reading a screen “Do you want to collect for him as well?”

“Yes please”

“One meal or the entire day?”

“Um…the whole day please”

She disappeared behind a curtain for a few minutes and Creten turned back to his sister who had said nothing.

“Have you tried their food?” he asked.

She looked at him out the corner of her eye as if refusing to face him “It’s not bad” she finally said and the Human reappeared with three large bags.

“This is your morning meal, your afternoon meal and your evening meal. There are few sweets in there as well”

“Chocolate?” he asked excited and the Human smiled and nodded. “Yay”

“Yay?” Selan asked not familiar with this word.

“It’s a Human word it’s used as a small celebration for when something happens that they like”

“Oh” she said “Let’s go see father then”

Creten turned and led the way and Selan watched him go a few paces “Traitor” she whispered to herself before following.

Sparks | Joshua Hong

Originally posted by misskoalacouture

Pairing: Joshua x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Joshua and you spend the day at the beach/board walk

He makes my heart flutter. He might not know it or feel it, but I feel it.

“Y/N?“ Joshua waves his hand in front of my face from across the table. I smile shyly and look down at my hands.

"I was thinking about something I’m sorry.” Joshua laughs and there goes my heart again. His smile was so bright and warm.

"As I was saying, did you want to go to the bonfire tonight at the beach?“ Joshua asked. 

"Who’s going to be there?”

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Alright, rant time. Fuck Coworkers, man. One in particular.

I work in a distribution center for the behemoth From-A-to-Z as a Packer. I, as well as many others, pack over 100 boxes an hour and those get shipped to customers literally all over the world. While almost everyone I work with is amazing, friendly, and more than willing to help a friend in need, there’s one guy who is just CONSTANTLY COMPLAINING. Let’s call him Whiner, cuz that’s all he is.

Our shifts are 10 hours days for 4 days a week. It’s a hard shift to maintain but it gives us 3 total days off and we can get alot of overtime like that. Our building did not open like this, we used to be the traditional 8-hours-5-days shift, but we switched over for multiple reasons. I was all for it, wanting that overtime opportunity. Many people were against it, and many people respectfully left. I wish them all the best of luck and for the best opportunity. Whiner here CONTINUOUSLY STILL complains how he needs to leave, how he’s so tired from the shifts, and how he didn’t vote for the 4-10s. Bro, we’re all tired. We get you. We spend 40+ hours with each other doing the same shit. Just leave then. “I can’t I need this job.” THEN SUCK IT UP.

He’s always asking for accommodation for his low packing rate and complains that it’s everyone else’s fault when he’s not hitting it. Dude. I have tendonitis and I still hit rate every day. If you stopped getting Time Off Task and stopped fucking around, maybe you can HIT THE GODDAMN RATE. There are people who legit can’t hit it for different reasons, and those people get moved to other positions. You’re just being lazy.

Whiner got a chance to ride our automated pallet jacks and take carts full of boxes to our Sorter section (to separate which boxes go to which location and which truck). Whiner here lost his license to drive those for running multiple stop signs. When he was forced to go back into Pack, he did what he did best: COMPLAINED. “I’m the best rider there is!” Bitch, no you’re not. Literally almost everyone else is better than you, and I’m not saying that to be facetious or cruel. That’s a true and honest fact.

Since Whiner was complaining about being in Pack and not hitting rate, Manager (she’s sweet and amazing and though she has her flaws she’s helped me out tremendously and tries her best to work with everyone) put him into Pick, which you get items off the shelving units and put them in totes for Packers.

And guess who doesn’t fucking make rate.

Like. Goddamn dude. I’ve been asking to be Pick for a bit now because it would be easier on my tendonitis but they said there’s no room for training. Then WTF is this shit.

Our Team always jokes around with each other, since we’re all practically family and it’s always out of love and respect for each other. Everyone also knows that I have a list of health problems. They may not know what exactly is wrong, but they know I’m practically falling apart and need a new job, for the sake of my health. When I come in after a physical therapy appointment, I always have colourful kinesiology tape on (that my physical therapist puts on) because of my sore muscles and tendons. Everyone laughs (out of love and not ridicule) and jokes that the tape is holding me together. I’ll joke back with them, saying that this KT Tape™ is just glorified duct tape and that my arm will fall apart without it, like in the cartoons.

Whiner takes the joking way too far and inappropriate. “So how do you and your man ‘do it’ if you’re arm is hurting??” Bro, none of your business. Sex talk and anything in that nature is a normal thing we mention, given that we always see sex toys since they’re sold on this website. Not a big deal, and it always gives a laugh. We respect privacy though. Whiner does not. He’ll ask the most inappropriate questions, or “How someone will like it better” and it’s just. No. Stop it. He had to be TOLD that no, he can’t talk like that, so sex talk has stopped at work for this sake. We still laugh when we see a toy though, we just don’t show it to Whiner so we don’t hear his input.

ALSO. Stop complaining when you don’t get VTO! Our schedules, while they allow for some sweet overtime, also gives opportunity for Voluntary Time Off. If we don’t have enough units to support the amount of workers we have, management will let some people go home early if they want to. Sometimes it’s the entire warehouse, sometimes it’s one small group. It varies.

Many people on the shift will check the amount of units we have just to know if we need work hard or might get the opportunity for VTO. I personally don’t really care if we get VTO, but it’s nice to go home early and rest, so I’ll take it if the opportunity is there. Whiner is not only constantly asking about units but will–you guess it–complain if we’re low on units and they won’t give us VTO. Manager once assured that we would VTO at lunch because units were so ungodly low, but our new OPs Management wouldn’t bite for whatever reason, so no VTO. Whiner got so pissed that he didn’t get to go home early that he slammed his hand on our metal chutes and started yelling like a madman. He was suspended after for this, No Tolerance For Violence™ thing, but returned the next week.

Dude. VTO is like a treat for us. We are here to work. We have the same scheduled time every week. VTO is not a God-given right. If you want to go home, THEN DO IT with your own Hours! Stop saying “we have to go home, there’s no work, why aren’t we leaving”. Just stop. We are here to WORK.

Everyone has learned to ignore the complaining as much as they can, but it’s just so hard when you’re literally constantly hearing it. If your so unhappy with your job, fucking LEAVE. Not only are you doing yourself a favor, but you’re doing everyone else around you one too. Stop complaining.

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the-sloth-woman  asked:

Can I request some V and mc summer headcannons? What they do together, where they go, who ends up with a terrible sunburn, things like that

So first things first, V has no sense of self preservation. I’ve said this many times, but it’s important to bear in mind when talking about him running around in the sun. He’ll suggest all kinds of fun things to do, like Lotus festivals and climbing mountains and spend hours going to fetch MC tea or finding one photo opportunity or another that he’ll most definitely have to be reminded to drink water and apply sunblock. 

This is bad for so many reasons and not just sunburn, since he’s also risking sunstroke and dehydration in general. MC probably follows him round and gives him a scolding like, ‘one of these days you’ll pass out and what will I do’, which will prompt him to tell a story of how he did pass out once and when he woke up he actually got an amazing shot.

Cue MC going through all of his historical photos-especially the dangerous shots they previously assumed were done safely- and having to sit down.

MC getting a shot of him sleeping under a tree on one of the hottest days of the year.

The entire sunset aesthetic from my fic Memento Mori:- the planned scenes with perfect lighting, underwater photography, MC as his muse and an image that crossed his mind for some reason that he’d want to explore while the weather was at its best. 

Swimming by moonlight!

I think V probably burns easier than MC and more than once MC would lean over him as he takes a picture to tap his face with a water bottle or tube of sunscreen. If MC ever tried to put it on him, it would be a disaster because he’d probably pull them into a kiss and end up smearing it completely. 

V actually having a mild sunburn and it clashing with his hair. MC scolding him gently as they apply skin treatments. 

MC and V taking cold showers together and using the same shower gels and shampoos; between the covers they almost smell identical.

V having way more of a tolerance for mosquitoes, ants and things because he doesn’t like killing insects. V also getting bitten by just about everything whenever he goes hiking. 

He would insist on going to a firework festival at least once and find the perfect spot to shoot pictures. It’s mostly a ploy to smooch MC under the stars, though.

His favourite pictures have MC in them and he accidentally deliberately takes ones where they’re in the shot casually checking their phone or admiring the view of whatever he’s taking a picture of.

V taking MC to his favourite bar for peach soju and snacks and inviting Jumin along because (in V’s own words) “he’s been spending so long in the office he probably thinks it’s still October”.

Dinner dates with Jumin on the balcony of his penthouse, drinking in the view and a bottle of wine.

Tl;dr V planning surprise vacations and MC braiding flowers in his hair.

Being one of the only Kryptonians left and dating Kara would include:

Originally posted by missmaclay

Anon ask: Being one of the only Kryptonians left and dating Kara would include please?

Warning: mention of sex


Glossary: Y/SH/N- Your Super Hero Name

Masterlist / Prompt List / Fandom List / Ask me anything!

  • When Clarke inform Kara that you were also a Kryptonian
  • She almost had a heart attack
  • Finding out that she and cousin are not the only ones made her heart flutter
  • especially when she first saw you
  • Oh Rao she fell, she fell hard
  • and after she got to know you better, your personality, she was sure that she had to be with you
  • you are the one and she was not going to stop until you feel the same
  • at first, Alex making fun of Kara cause she got so flustered around you
  • She just rambles a lot around you, she rambles about you, and how exciting is to know that you are a Kryptonian too, and how beautiful you are, and so on until she realizes how much she’s talking
  • you don’t mind, it’s adorable
  • Everyone in the D.E.O shipping you two
  • Kara blushing everytime she hears anyone whispering about when you two can be finally together
  • Maggie and Alex hardcore shipping you two
  • Even Clarke is trying to set you up with Kara
  • and Once you two are officially dating, they almost throw a party

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Toys R Us

Pairing: Finn Balor X Reader

Summary: Finn loose in Toys R Us, need I say more.

(A/N): I really liked writing this and I hope I’m getting better with my writing.

Requested by: @ambrosegirlforever

Originally posted by breakingintohogwarts

Come on, come on where is he? You whisper to yourself, after walking down what seemed like the millionth isle of the Toys R Us.

You don’t even know how you ended up here, you turn your back for one minute, and all of the sudden Finn disappears into the store not uttering a single word. You were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him as he marched into the store, or else you wouldn’t have known where to look.

Big didn’t even begin to describe the size of the Toys R Us, as a matter of fact it’s an understatement. You had already been searching for your Irish mate for the past 30 minutes with no luck due to the never ending turns down each isle.

To be honest, It feels like one of those moments where a mothers child gets lost in the store and the mother has to track them down by whatever means possible.

Only difference in this situation was, Finn isn’t capable of getting himself lost, nor is he a child, and if anything you were the one immeasurably lost, You already walked by the same isle of Barbie dolls at least 5 times since entering the toy filled wonderland.

You would’ve sent him a quick text asking for his whereabouts but your phone was locked in the car, which Finn had the keys too.

Note to self, never take your eyes off Finn, even for a mere moment, as a matter of fact, you would have absolutely no problem glueing your eyes to that man for the rest of your life.

“Where the hell can he be,” You question a little louder this time since no one was in a close vicinity of you. “I’ve looked everywh-”

You cut your own sentence off visioning what Finn would most likely be drawn to in Toys R Us, or any toy store he comes across.

“The lego's…” You whisper to yourself finally realizing where he’s most definitely been hiding for the past 30 minutes.

Ok, it can’t be to hard to find the legos. You think

As a matter of fact, you do recall passing the lego’s section when you entered the building, but you were to caught up in searching for Finn that you didn’t realize the lego section was his own personal heaven.

By now you’ve already located the legos section, now the task at hand is to locate Finn.

The thought of Finn sitting in the middle of the floor while he built legos with the happiest grin on his face made you giggle. You’d be astounded if that’s not exactly what he’s doing now.

Just like the other isles of toys and such, the lego section was like a maze. Every corner you turned there were legos, after legos, after legos. This would indeed be a personal heaven for Finn. All legos and nothing else. That man would build lego’s all day nonstop, only moving from his post to eat something, or go to the bathroom.

You even tried to sit and build with him one time and you couldn’t even sit still for more than an hour. You weren’t sure how he did it, but it made him happy and that’s all that mattered to you.

As you turned another corner in the lego’s section you finally caught a view of your handsome Irishman. You sighed in relief but stopped to watch him for a second.

Finn stood in front of the large shelves which held a variety of different lego sets.

Finn’s back was to you, so he had absolutely no Idea you were watching him from behind. Even the back of his head was great to look at.

You could only imagine the smile he probably had on his face right now, and even the gleam he probably had in his ocean blue orbs. You knew lego’s were one of the many things that always put a whopping smile on his face.

You began to approach him from behind, quietly making sure you didn’t alert him of your presence. You just wanted to surprise him with a hug from behind since he always did the same to you.

Once you stood a good couple inches behind him, you snaked your arms around his waist pressing the side of your face into his muscular back.

You felt Finn’s body tense up from your touch, much like you did when he embraced you from behind unknowingly.

Finn swiftly rotated around in your arms, once he saw you his confused expression turned into a bright smile.

“Hey, love.” Finn happily says wrapping his own arms tightly around your small body.

“Thank god I was able to find you.” You exclaim smacking his chest.

Finn emits the most adorable laugh and puts his hands up in defense.

“I’m sorry, love,” He apologizes placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “But ya know how excited I can get about lego’s.”

You chuckle at his comment and return a kiss too his cheek making some of the hairs from his beard scratch against your face. You noticed Finn’s complexion turn a noticeable shade of pink.

“No need to apologize,” You state while shaking your head from left to right. “Just let me know where your going next time, goofball.”

“Why didn’t ya text me?”

You let out a nervous giggle in response to his question, earning a skeptical look from him.

“I thought about it, but I left my phone in the car and you have the keys…” You say nervously grinning at him.

Finn’s facial expression remained puzzled and sure enough, Finn reached down into the pocket on the right side of his jeans and fished out the keys. Finn eyes went wide in realization, he brought his hand that didn’t hold the keys to his forehead. He sighed heavily.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.“ Finn apologizes again.

You bring a hand to either side of Finn’s face, pulling him down to your level. Finn wasn’t much taller but you still had to bring him down to your shorter stature. You gently press your lips against his in a lengthy kiss. Finn snaked his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body.

“Stop apologizing…” You whisper against his lips while keeping your forehead against his. Finn smiled against your lips, something he always did when you two kissed each other.

You pulled away from Finn, although his hands remained on your waist. You both stood there for a minute just gazing at each other in awe. An even wider smile creeped into Finn’s face, as did yours.

“Come on,” you say motioning to the large shelf full of Lego sets. “Lets buy the biggest one and go home and build it.”

You couldn’t think of an accurate word to describe how much wider Finn’s smile grew when those words left your mouth.

“Yer gonna sit with me for god knows how many hours and build this with me?” He asks like I’m crazy while he held a box in his hands he just picked off the shelf.

You vigorously nod your head.

“If that means getting to spend time with you the rest of the day, then yes.” You beamed.

As if it couldn’t get any bigger, Finn’s smile grew, again. He looked like the Cheshire Cat with that grin on his face.

“What did I do ta deserve someone as amazing as ya?” Finn cooed slinging an arm around your waist as you both walked away to the checkout.

You snuggled into Finn’s side, all you could think about was spending the rest of the day building legos with your amazing boyfriend.

Saeyoung - Valentine’s Day Special

  After you chose the happiest member, but with a tragic past, as if affected by a spell, you felt tired. Your body was heavy and your eyelids were closing instinctively. Just as if you hadn’t slept for days. You gave up quickly, without reading the messages.

 Some hours later, you woke up feeling a lot better. Unlikely before, your body seemed extremely light. However, you weren’t expecting that.  Everything seemed wrong.

  You were in a strange place, lying on a couch and everything was a mess. What you made you more confused was how that room was identical to Seven’s. After playing his route so many times, you were sure about it.

  While looking around, you found your phone. But seeing all those Honey Buddha Chips made you hungry. You would be so happy to eat it with Luciel.  That’s when someone suddenly appeared.

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Do You Care? (Scarlet Heart Ryeo! Wang Wook)

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: do you still do scarlet heart requests? if so, could you do a wook imagine in which y/n is his wife and ever since hae soo came, y/n started to be distant from her husband, one day just letting all her emotions out, and thats when wook realizes how he really feels about her. its kind of angst to fluff hehe thank you!

It’s not that you two had an overly romantic relationship in the first place. You loved him and you always hoped he loved you too. But you were pretty sure he didn’t really have any real feelings for you. You could see the way he looked at Hae Soo, the way she had changed once she woke up. “Y/N” you hear as your head peaked up, you gave him a light smile “yes” you respond “would you like to go for a walk?” Wook asked lightly as you looked down. “I am fine you can go” you respond as his smile faltered a bit but went back to normal “alright, I will see you later then. We will eat together?” he asked “possibly” you tell him. He didn’t fight you about it and left. 


You sighed as you had hid yourself in your room away from Wook and the others. Wook even noticed that you had withdrawn yourself from him. He didn’t know why you were like that or what he had did but he knew he had to have something to do with it. He knocked on the door to your room before he opened it. “Hello” he spoke as you looked up from the book you had in your hands “hello” you said calmly as he sat down across from you. There was an awkward silence between the two of you, your eyes went back to your book and for a few moments he remained silent but then cleared his throat. 

“Y/N” he says as you look up again “have you been avoiding me?” he asked as you closed the book “no” you tell him as he sighs “you have. We have not had a real conversation in days” he told you. “You have been busy” you tell him “but we still eat and walk together, everyday” he spoke. “I have not been in the mood” you tell him as he frowns. “Why?” he asked “you are not pregnant correct?” he then asked thinking maybe you have been going through mood swings or something like that “no I am not” you tell him as you roll your eyes. “Then what is it?” he asked annoyed. Your jaw clenched as you looked him in the eyes. “I said nothing” you told him as he sent you a glare. 

“Tell me what is wrong” he said through his teeth “Hae Soo” you told him as your eyes began to well. “She is all you talk about or see. I understand our marriage is not grand but I would like if you told me you have feelings for her " you spoke harshly as you quickly covered your mouth. You too a deep breath. “I cannot stop your feelings nor can I keep you from her but I would just want to know” you finish as he doesn’t speak. “Please leave” you spoke as he looked up “what?” he asked “leave please” you insist as he nods getting up.


Wook had ventured to his library where he began to drift into deep thoughts about how he felt for you. He did care deeply for you but he also cared for Soo. He sunk more and more into his thoughts about it.You were jealous which lightened his heart. You still felt deeply for him even after all the years you had been together. He smiled lightly as it all came into view for him. You loved him and he loved you. He loved the little things. Your cute sneezes, the hours you could spend talking about a book, and how you had to touch many thinga in nature when you went on your walks. All things that most wouldn’t pick up on he did.

He lifted himself from his chair to search for you. He didn’t expect you to go too far and you really hadn’t. You were still moping in the same spot as he reentered. “I care for you” he simply says. “Only you ” he finishes as you look at him unsure. “You are my wife for more than politics. You are my wife for love and care as well” he spoke as you felt yourself heat up at his words.


A/N: So, this one is long. I plan on continuing this storyline as a series with multiple chapters, as long as you guys enjoy it. I have it organized in my head and am very excited for what’s to come. I hope you guys like it. If you would like me to continue it; like it, reblog it, or simply send me a message. I wanna provide content that you want to read! I love you guys.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

“Ya! Don’t lie to me.”
“You’re even speaking English, you must be angry.”
“I’m going to be angry if you’re lying about this opportunity.”
“I am not lying. SM sent an email to me this morning. They’re expecting an answer by tonight.”

I had to hold in my screams. Anguish? Excitement? Who the hell knows anymore.

“Tell them yes! Yes, yes, yes!”
“I will be sure to send them those exact words. Stay safe, Pink.”
“Will do. Also, thank them. For the opportunity. Maybe save some thanks for yourself, as well.”

I heard a grunt on the other line before the click signifying my call had come to an end. I turned my phone off, covered my face with my hands, and swore. Multiple times.
What else would I be expected to do? After all, I was just invited to collaborate with one of the most influential men of the Korean wave. One of nine multiple-million sellers. One of the people that could make my heart flutter without even having met them. No one other than Byun Baekhyun.

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Your Savior - 8

Hey y'all! I’ve been mentally working on this part for so long, it’s nice to finally see it come to fruition! As always, thank you for taking the time to stop by, I hope you enjoy!!!!

Link to Chapter 7

Chapter 8



As you followed Negan to the mess hall you began to realize the actual size of your new home. You walked past building after building, in total awe of what he had built and managed to maintain.

“How did you do all of this?” You finally asked, gesturing to the compound around you. “How are you still doing it?”

Negan grinned with pride before answering, “Honestly, getting it wasn’t that hard. Me and a couple of guys stumbled across this place not long after it all began. We claimed it, secured it, and set the new standards for life in the new world. Now keeping it going? That’s the fucking hard part. That’s where the rules come in. Not everyone likes the rules all of the time, but rules are fucking important, they keep us alive.”

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Wait in Line: Chapter Four - Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: (Y/n) has been Derek’s best friend for as long as he can remember and he can’t help being hopelessly in love with her. But then he loses his family to the fire and has to leave before he can tell her and now he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see her again. 

As always, thanks to @agirlwithpointlessideas

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

Wait in Line Masterlist

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“Mike asked me to the winter formal today” Derek’s shoulders tensed as he searched for an appropriate way to react. Somehow cursing the heavens didn’t seem suitable. (Y/n) shifted to lay on her side as she waited for him to respond. Stubbornly, Derek kept his eyes trained on the sky. She’d dragged his outside despite the fact it was the middle of winter to watch a meteor shower and he was determined to see something. The silence stretch between them as (y/n) let herself fall back to rest against the ground. She pulled at the sleeves of her coat, her nerves settling heavily in her chest. (Y/n) didn’t know what she’d expected but it wasn’t silence.

After what felt like hours, Derek finally spoke. “Did you say yes?”

“Of course not, we always go together…we’re going together right?” Her nerves flared again and she was certain he could hear her heartbeat.

“Yeah” He bit his lip, considering if he could face the embarrassment of telling her the truth. Squeezing his eyes shut, he rushed out his words “I already bought you a ticket”

Derek reached for her hand, eventually finding it under the pile of blankets they’d wrapped around themselves. Guilt pooled in his stomach when she pulled in a shaky breath. Before he could stop himself, he was wrapping his arm around her shoulder and drawing her closer. She didn’t say anything but she didn’t have to for Derek to know that she was upset. “(Y/n)…”

She hummed in response, turning to him with a small smile on her face killed him. He opened his mouth, an apology on his lips when she sat up in excitement.

“Look! Derek, look” His head shot up as he stared at the shooting stars in wonder. There wasn’t many of them, but there were enough to make spending an hour lying in the cold worth it. When they’d passed, they both relaxed back into their blanket pile with amazed smiles on their faces, their previous conversation forgotten.

“What did you wish for?”

To kiss you, to be able to tell you how I feel, to call you mine. Derek cleared his throat before turning to her with a wide smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he hoped that it was too dark for her to notice. “That would be telling”

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Beach Day

Here’s another gift for @strikecommandher because I’m a ridiculous sap and love trying to help people feel better ❤

Same deal as last time, I’m still approximately 5.7 billion light years away from a computer so enjoy this 1.5k word post without a -read more-

It wasn’t very often that people found time to relax at the watchpoint- between training and meetings and missions, they barely had enough time to eat and sleep. But sometimes, when the planets align and the sun is shining bright and the water is warm, a group would just say ‘fuck it’ and head down to the beach.

The beach wasn’t too far from the watchpoint, just down a steep set of natural stairs carved into the cliffside. You could hear the alarms and base-wide announcements easily enough and if not, everyone kept their communicators with them anyway. If they were really needed back at base for anything, it was just a five-minute walk away. But being down in the sand with the waves covering up most of the usual din from the base, it was almost like being in another world, a peaceful world.

So it was with a smile that you found yourself stretched out across a towel on the beach today, basking in the sun and soaking up your friends’ laughter. It was a rare sound, especially when it was so genuine. A few people were splashing around in the water, a few were building sand castles, and a few more were just resting like you. You were all regular agents, nothing particularly special in the ranks of Overwatch, though you had to be special to get here. There was something pretty amusing about a group of incredibly intelligent, deadly people spending a day on the beach playing like children.

Around noon when some people were getting hungry and considering sneaking into the kitchen to steal some food back out for the rest of you, you spotted a lone figure walking down the stone steps towards the group. They cut a striking figure, but it was their hair that gave them away. Without the long blue coat, Commander Morrison was hard to recognize and you wouldn’t have known it was him until he got closer except for his hair, shining bright gold in the noon sun. You two were pretty close, in your humble opinion. He talked to you outside of missions, outside of meals even. You two could spend time in the rec room silently reading or something on the same couch or talk for hours about everything that came to mind, and you have. He was a good friend, and not one you expected to make with the difference in your ranks.

Most people paused their activities when he got closer, freezing in fear of being caught and expecting a stern lecture about professionalism. But you knew better. You could see the amused sparkle on his eyes, the smile he was trying very hard to conceal, and the easy gait with which he walked. He wasn’t upset, he was here to relax like everyone else. When he sat down next to you and waved his hand in dismissal, everyone went back to what they were doing before, low murmurs of confusion just heard above the sound of the ocean.

“Well, well, look who decided to join us finally.”

You poked at his side gently and sat up, looking at him with a smile. This was a pleasant surprise.

“I figured I could join my team for a little bit, show ‘em I know how to have fun too.”

You both laughed before you stood and held out a hand to him to help him up.

“Come on. You gotta get in the water if you wanna show them you’re a fun guy. I don’t think reading silently with them for hours on a Sunday night will win many over.”

You said this with a smirk but your tone was gentle. You appreciated him spending time with you like he did and didn’t want him to think you found it strange or unnecessary. He laughed, picking up on the joke, and took your hand to stand. But he didn’t let go of it when he started walking to the water. You were glad you were already flushed from the sun so your blush wasn’t too obvious.

He laced his fingers with yours and looked over to gauge your reaction, his smile growing when he saw your small smile. He stayed quiet until you got to the edge of the water, the waves just barely lapping over your feet. Some people were looking at you two with curious expressions, most likely wondering the same as you: Why was Strike-Commander Morrison holding your hand?

You wanted to ask, but worried he would let go. So you just took a couple steps further into the water and tugged on his hand so he would follow. When he did, you ran into the water at top speed, pulling him along with you with a breathless laugh. You ran into the waves until they reached your waist and almost made you lose your balance. He caught you but spun around and let the next wave wash you both over, making you fall into the water and get completely soaked. You hopped back up quickly with a shout.

“Hey! No fair!”

Your words had no heat behind them and your smile was too wide to hide now. You splashed at him and he splashed back, getting some people nearby wet too. Your laughter and games were infectious, and soon more people joined in the water in what became a splash war, trying to get everyone else as soaked as possible.

Jack managed to drag you under a few more times, wrapping his arms around your waist and dropping gracelessly. A few times, he kept ahold of you after you both stood again, making your blush return. You wouldn’t have pegged him as a tactile person before today, you two had barely even hugged before, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

It was a while later before someone spoke up asking about food again. Jack’s surprise arrival and splash war distracted everyone from their growling stomachs but they could ignore their hunger no longer. Jack looked at his watch then back up to the watchpoint like he was debating something before shrugging to himself and turning to address everyone.

“My next meeting isn’t for three more hours. If you can all dry off quickly enough and come help me get the supplies, we can have a barbecue down on the beach!”

Everyone cheered and ran to shore for their towels, ready to keep their beach day rolling. You started for shore too, wanting to help so the cooking could start sooner, but you felt Jack’s arms around your waist again holding you back.

“Nope, not you. I’ve got another job for you.”

Just as you turned to complain about the unprofessionalism of favoritism, Jack tilted your head up with a hand under your chin and kissed you. You let out a surprised squeak but didn’t try to pull away. You had thought Jack was only interested in friendship; even in your wildest dreams when you confessed your deeper level of attraction, he politely turned you down and your friendship kept going. You never would’ve imagined your feelings were reciprocated.

Just as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, you heard cheers and clapping from the beach. The sudden reminder that other people were still here made you stop your action and jump back,falling into the water again. Jack laughed and helped you up, holding onto your hand again as you both waded to shore.

“Well it’s about damn time,” your best friend said, clapping a hand on your back.

Your confused expression sent them into a fit of laughter, and it took another of your friends to explain that everyone assumed you two were more than friends already since you spent so much time together. Jack didn’t spend a lot of personal time with anyone unless he was finishing extra work, but you were the one exception. The explanation made you blush again, feeling shy. Your first kiss with Jack was in front of all these people, and you didn’t even realize it was coming when they all did.

“Hey, what did I say? If you want lunch before your afternoon training, get your asses moving!”

Jack barked the orders in his usual Commander Voice, but his smile didn’t fade yet. They all laughed and gave lazy salutes along with very a sarcastic “sir, yes, sir” before running off to the stairs. You and Jack sat down on your towel and leaned against each other, watching the waves come and go, your hands still clasped together with your fingers laced.

This was an unusual beach day, but it was definitely the best one yet. You could only hope Jack would join you more often, and you were definitely looking forward to the new kind of quality time you’d get to spend together.

so guys i thought a thing

what if there was a surprise inspection or guest like some important professor comes in pretty late into the museum for a tour and larry is like OH MY GOD NO and he has teddy and sacajawea (the official Responsible Adults) frantically herd all the exhibits into their places and tells them to stand as still as possible while larry distracts the professor person as long as possible

so cue awkward tour through museum while everyone desperately tries to stay as still as possible (the professor keeps swearing they saw something move at the corner of their eye and- hey, wasn’t that statue over THERE a second ago?) and larry is trying to get them out as soon as possible because they are barely keeping this ruse together

things are going badly but nothing’s been blown yet

-the professor could have sworn that those lewis and clarke statues hadn’t been that close a moment ago

-wasn’t teddy roosevelt supposed to be riding a horse?

-why was there a fire extinguisher in the cavemen display?

-was the t-rex always in that position?

-pretty sure those jackal statues are glaring at them

-christopher columbus looks very irritated?? or is it just the professor’s mind playing tricks on them…

-pretty sure that lancelot figurine (why is there a lancelot figurine next to the easter island head?) just checked out larry’s ass

anyways, they get to the egyptian exhibit (one of the star attractions and thereby also one of the ones under the most of the professors scrutiny) and larry’s like “uh so this is the temple of Ahkmenrah, [he begins to obviously imitate someone, but the professor doesn’t know who it could possibly be] fourth king of fourth kings, ruler of the land of my- uh his fathers” and he’s starts melodramatically rambling everything he knows about egypt (basically repeating everything ahk’s ever told him about egypt) very loudly so that ahk can hear him (for two reasons: one, to show off, bc larry’s a little shit, and two, (tears alert) to reassure to him larry is still here, he’s not locked in, everything is fine)

and the professor is impressed like “damn you know a lot about egypt” and he’s like “WELL i have a friend who… really likes egypt”

“who is this friend?? i’d like to meet them”

“uhh… well…”

ahk is suppressing giggles

“uh his name is… [insert reference here. josh. elliot. basically a made-up name bc he can’t exactly say ahkmenrah, can he?]. and he is… an egyptologist! yeah anyways-”

and he sort of gets off track (”he does this thing sometimes where like he rambles everything he’s thinking out loud?? but he only does it when he’s really tired and there’s not too many people nearby it’s adorable. anyway that’s how i learned in way too much detail how, exactly, that particular river plant could be used to kill a man in like a thousand different ways”)

(ahk is smiling in the dark bc larry knows these things and knows him better then anyone ever has- bc his brother went psycho and his parents were always more the pharoah and queen then his PARENTS, even they did love him very much- they weren’t the type you could spend hours and hours with talking about cute boys or herbs or philosophy)

and the professor’s like ‘wow ok obviously this guy has less of a passion for egypt and more of a passion for his ‘friend’ (bc tablet guardians if i want to, bitches) but it’s sweet’


and just

oh my god

there is so much more in my imagination right now

like if ahk sneezed (bc the sarcophagus is very dusty and his wrappings are prob undone considering he was prob already half out when the professor arrived) so basically larry and this important professor are like chatting (larry is desperately trying not to sound stupid, but even if he doesn’t actually believe it he’s hella smart and capable so he only comes off as a bit awkward and the professor is very impressed) and the professor is like

“What was that”

“uhhHHHH well probably nothing”

ahk sneezes again (bc in my experience sneezes tend to come in pairs)


“oh no”

so maybe they gain a new ally up high if this guest is a good guy

(later they’re told ahk and larry’s ‘friend’ are one and the same and the all of the exhibits sympathize with the professor’s belief they are perfect for one another, despite the potential conflicts of one of them being a four-thousand year old undead egyptian king and the other is a middle aged single dad working as a night guard)

and when there are conflicts (someone wants ahk to go on tour through america, or someone wants to replace the sacajawea model with a newer one or someone has the brilliant idea of getting a wax figure of jean-baptiste for sacajawea so they can get that shit done) now they have more weight to throw around and get shit done or prevent bad things


or maybe not

maybe nothing happens (barely) and then at the end the professor’s like “well you are very well informed mr. daley, i’m impressed. so are you an intern here, or a professor?”

“uhh… i’m just the night guard”

“……….what? really??”

bc he knows A LOT about history due to both research to deal with/help out the exhibits and the exhibits themselves, and he’s smart and intuitive and shit and the professor is just very impressed like wow

maybe mcphee comes along later like “it seems you impressed our visitor very much, mr. daley” and he’s smiling and larry gets like a pay raise which is great

idek there’s just so much potential guys yes

Reputation Secret Session

Okay. So, I’ll like to begin this soliloquy by saying that NO, I was not at the session. So maybe what I’m about to say won’t matter to you or maybe it will. But anyway. I’ll just say what’s on my mind.

Here goes

So .. Taylor invited these people over for a SECRET session. She selected them carefully (by hours and hours of stalking) and basically made them promise her that they won’t give away anything (ANYTHING) about the album. (Except for the fact that it’s better than RED) Anyway, these unbelievably lucky folks got to spend more than 4 hours with Taylor and her family and that’s something we all wish for! Okay true. But does that give us the right to be mad at the fans who were invited? Hello? But like, THEY WERE CALLED. They didn’t go uninvited and omg if you ask me, we should be beyond happy for them!!! I mean, how many of us get the chance to see our favourite human being, tell them we love them in person and spend quality time with them? Being jealous is okay. It’s normal. But attacking someone? Or harassing them into telling us what they did at the session and make them divulge the information that’s supposed to be confidential? I’m sorry to break it to you but it’s the most shitty thing you can possibly do.

They cannot tell us anything. Please respect that.

Like why’s that so hard for some people to understand? Taylor trusted these fans with something she’s worked her butt off for and now y'all just want someone who attended and made Taylor a promise to spill the beans and break her trust? Please, don’t do that. You’re not just ruining this for yourself but for everyone else too! Many of us have waited 3 years for this new music. This album is way too important for some of us. For Taylor.

Things we all need to be doing:

  • Stop trying to get the deets.
  • Respect this album. Respect the fans’ promise to Taylor.
  • Stop posting things you know about the album.
  • If you attended the ss and are being repeatedly questioned by media outlets OR other fans, REPORT THEM/BLOCK THEM/IGNORE THEM. DO NOT TELL ANYONE ANYTHING.
  • MOST IMPORTANTLY, NO ONE OWES ANYONE AN EXPLANATION. Don’t feel bad if you didn’t tell your friend about the details, they’ll thank you later. You’re being a good friend by not spoiling it for them.
  • Be stoked cos Reputation is out in 26 days! OMG (Time flies like paper planes *wink wink*)

Also, If you invitees continue to spill the beans, Taylor might not do this again and the rest of us could miss the chance to meet her.

Thanks for reading,

Love ya! Xx

@taylorswift we can’t wait for reputation and I honestly can’t express how pumped I am for it!!

blackvampirecat311  asked:

McCree, Soldier and Junkrat with a s/o they kidnapped, the s/o can have lots of orgasms and they like to take advantage of that. Till s/o is a crying babbling mess >\\\\\\\<

I’m just gonna do one shot drabbles of them discovering how much their partner cums if that’s okay? And if you want something larger I will do it for a specific character at a time.

Jesse McCree

He was used to forcing you to go down on him to be honest, he never really considered going through the trouble of taking you until tonight. He smelled like cheap whiskey and sweat when he undressed you, making you cry out and hic in fear. It wasn’t long before he was inside you, his eyes rolling back a bit as he bit his lip.

“Damn darlin’…you’re a tight one aren’t you..” He panted as he started to thrust in, his thick girth stretching you further. “I knew an angel face like you wouldn’t be loose.” He smirked as he picked up speed, causing you to drag your nails down his back in pain and pleasure, it didn’t take him more than a minute in that pace to have you crying out and writhing beneath him, your entrance tightening as he slowed down to look at you in a ragged shock before smirking a bit. “Well well well, beautiful..Didn’t realize I was that good..” He commented as your face burned and you lied limp below him.

“ gah~” You moaned weakly as he began to thrust again, smirking as you bit your lip, “Jesse please~! You got what you wanted, please stop, its too much!” You cried as you finished again, this time twice as quick as you grew more and more sensitive to his thrusts until finally succumbing to the pleasure, moaning nonsense below him, phrases between, “There~” or “I’m cumming~” Over and over, finally being freed by him finishing deep inside you.

Jack “Soldier 76″ Morrison

The first time you came, he could hardly tell. You had been bound and gagged, and with how rough he’d been fucking you, he figured your screams were in pain, it took him several days to notice that when he fucked you your cheeks and nose turned pink and that no matter how fast or slow he went you’d tighten around his dick, your eyes rolled back.

“Don’t make a mess..” He smirked, stimulating you with one hand while using the other to prop himself up as you whimpered weakly, he’d found out your biggest weakness, he’d spend hours making you moan and shake under him, only letting himself cum when you could manage to call out his name, which came out weak and gurgled between things like fake, “I..ll..ove y..ou..”s and “I..cant..take”.


He loved making you cum, the wetter the better. It made him feel masculine and sexy and like he was a sex god, he did whatever he could to get you going as many times as possible, tonight while you laid tied to his bed, shivering in fear of how hard he was going to fuck you this evening he hummed about, making sure your restraints were nice and tight and your legs were spread wide for him.

“Jameson…this position, it’s embarassing..” You blushed as he glanced up with a raised brow. “I’ll…do whatever you want if you just..untied me..” You pleaded sweetly before he laughed.

“No can do sweet cheeks, I wanna see ‘ow good mah tongue is.” He smirked wickedly, his tongue showing off a shiny silver piercing that made you shudder in anticipation, your face burning at the fact that it aroused you so much. He gripped your thigh firmly with his non-prosthetic before leaning down and biting his lip nervously. ‘here goes nothing.’ he thought, self conscious about his skill before running his tongue up and down causing you to bite your lip, your eyes welling up with tears as you  fought the need to scream out his name. When he finally hit your sweet spot with that cool little ball on his tongue you cried out in pleasure, your nails digging small pink crescents into the palms of your hands.

“James~!” You called sweetly, causing his eyes to widen as you arched and moaned, “It feels …t..oo good..” You whimpered weakly as he continued eagerly, pressing his fingers in and out roughly, every now and then curling them upwards. “S-stop it…I’m cumming..” you gasped as he began to get more rough with his tongue, the speed picking up until you were soaking it in your juices, his boyish sweet eyes turning to a dark and mischievous leer. He sat up, licking his lips before pressing himself to you with a low groan.

“Cmon love…call my name again..” He smirked.

{hi hello hey here comes a wall of text because I haven’t blogged in soooo long and I have all this stuff built up and I’m on mobile and have no idea how to do a read more so sorry just keep scrolling if you don’t wanna read okay bye}

so my Grandmaster posted this on my Facebook today.

(and yes, before you ask, he has “Master” listed as part of his name because he’s trained for like 50 years and nobody refers to him by his first name okay enough disclosures here)

if you’re just tuning in, I train in taekwondo. I have been for a couple years now. I’m currently an advanced blue belt. and I’ve loved it for the most part. It’s been a huge part of my life, yadda yadda yadda. read my “steph does taekwondo” tag if you want more backstory

recently I’ve been having a hard time. I have thought about quitting a lot. my main instructor predominately teaches at another dojang now, I only see him in passing maybe once a month. I miss him a lot. There was just a black belt class that tested, and most of them will stop training regularly. We’ve had a ton of changes in people, class time, focus, etc.

sometimes I’m the only adult training with a bunch of kids. sometimes grandmaster is too busy and the class is largely unstructured. sometimes he’ll tell the black belts to do one thing, he takes the white belts, and then I’m left to just figure it out. I do a lot of poomsae on my own.

in fact, since my instructor is at the other school right now, I’m alone a lot. Grandmaster largely ignores me.

the other day, we had an unusual class of 10+ people, 8 of them lower rank than me, so I was at the front of the room (we line up in order if that makes sense). Grandmaster stood opposite of me, calling out various kicks and drills he wanted us to do. he commented on everyone’s performance - “B, nice job. C, kick higher. R - switch your feet.” etc etc. except me. he said nothing to me or about me and I was two feet in front of him. it was as if he was looking through me. I even purposely did the wrong moves for one drill just to see if he’d notice or say something. He didn’t.

a couple Saturdays ago, we had a “poomsae seminar” with a master from Korea that Grandmaster has known forever and really respects. it was three hours long. THREE HOURS. and guess how many times we did each Taeguek form? once. the first 2.5 hours were spent on just punching, kicking, stretching, and having to do punishment push-ups and stuff because the younger belts couldn’t focus and kept mouthing off. I got a good workout, but I was sooo frustrated by the end. I was anticipating spending much more time going through each form, getting specific feedback, etc. the seminar was for colored belts, they had a separate seminar later that afternoon for black belts, and that’s exactly what they did. they all said they loved it.

Monday’s class, Grandmaster asked students what they learned during the weekend’s seminar. Each black belt stated something that the visiting Master taught them - the timing for a poom, clarification on whether it’s a blade hand over a fist, the height of the kick or the degree of the turn. they were all happy with it.

Grandmaster turns to me and asks me what I learned. I said “nothing new” which I immediately realized was the incorrect answer. He said, “nothing?” and I explained that I had envisioned spending more time doing the actual poomsae forms, since the seminar was called “poomsae seminar.” I said that I felt like it wasn’t for me and that I wasn’t interested in doing another seminar.

He. Went. Off. On. Me.

And I know I’m overly sensitive. but he began ranting about how dumb I must be to think that we would have done poomsae for three hours, that poomsae is made up of each individual movement and that the focus was to strengthen each piece so that the whole would be stronger, and that he was watching me at the seminar and I was making a lot of mistakes and that it’s foolish of me to think that I don’t need to work on the basics and how dare I think I deserve to go to nationals if I can’t even withstand a simple seminar

I just kinda bowed my head and said okay and tried to not cry. he walked away from me and left me to practice my poomsae. but how do you practice after that? he just told me to do individual pieces, not the full forms. I have four different forms that could be selected for competition - which do I choose? do I pick the part I’m least familiar with, knowing he’ll come by and tell me every little thing I did wrong, or do I do a part I know real well? but then I’m not practicing really.

I was kinda frozen there when he turned away from the other students and back to me. he said, “well go on then, Stephanie.” and I replied, “I don’t know what you want me to do.”

he began speaking again but honestly I didn’t hear any more of his words. because now is when I started crying. I work so hard, spend countless hours in the dojang, practice over and over, watch videos of other competitors to see what they do, and all I want is for him to see me and acknowledge me. I don’t care if all he does is correct me, at least that’d show that he’s watching. at the state competition last month, he didn’t watch me perform. He didn’t give me a pep talk before or criticism or praise after. he didn’t even wave from across the room. my instructor watched me; he was the only one.

I had just burst into tears in the middle of class and he. Kept. Talking. He didn’t soften his tone or do anything to show that he even realized I was upset. I, completely embarrassed, said “I gotta go” and ran off the mat. I went into the bathroom where I proceeded to have a full blown anxiety attack. It took several minutes for me to calm down. Finally, i got it together enough to leave the bathroom, grab my gym bag, return to the bathroom to change my clothes, and walk out. I heard him ask, “are you okay?” and I said no and just kept walking. I cried all the way home.

that was April 17, the last time I went to class. the next day, he called me. at least, I think it was him. I don’t have his personal number. He called at 8:30pm, the time the last class ends - no one calls me then. But I was too scared to answer. He didn’t leave a message.

I have a lot of other things going on in my life right now, including a job promotion that starts Monday and my continued house hunting, and I decided to take a little break from training. It’s been a major source of stress and I don’t need that negativity right now. I didn’t really choose a specific timeline for a break - I had my gym bag in my car but each day chose to drive home instead of to the dojang. As each day passed, the more anxious I felt about returning. I thought - “what if he’s mad? what if he yells at me again? what if I have another anxiety attack?” So I haven’t gone back.

I also thought - “what if he doesn’t care? I could just never return, would he notice? Would he say something?”

So on one hand, I’m glad he reached out to me on Facebook. Because he must care at least a little. On the other hand, I’m apprehensive. What if this just blows over and then he goes back to ignoring me?

Sigh. So that’s where I am right now. I don’t know if I’m going to nationals. I don’t know what will happen. I don’t know when I’ll see my instructor again. I don’t even know how to reply to his Facebook post.

but I do know I’ll be in class on Monday.