i cant keep my eyes off you

anonymous asked:

one of your peter drawings got me thinking...his earpiece is actually a hearing aid

How cool would that be tho.,,,,HOW COOL. yondu and the ravagers picking him up and in the mix of everything peter lost his aid- and the ravagers not understanding why he wont listen to them- not understanding why his hands are shaking and moving so frantically….yondu asks him if this is some sorta game of charades before remembering DUH he isnt listening to you- “what! Are you deaf boy?” And practically screams it at him before peter nods exasperated because YES THAT’S EXACTLY IT. and then peter sits and has a good cry and suddenly things make sense to the ravagers now.

i doubt any of them really know sign language before peter teaches them best he can…yondu is the only one really alright at it…the others are too sloppy and have an easier time just talking to him and having him either read their lips or when he’s wearing his hearing aid.

IM NOT SURE THE ACTUAL ORIGIN OF HIS MASK, but i like to imagine yondu steals it from somewhere and gives it to him “so you can understand what im sayin all the time boy” AND PETER IS SO HAPPY BC IT LOOKS SO AWESOME??? he loves it… eventually tho, all the ravagers become pretty decent at signing and they all use it to communicate quickly and subtly on missions.

HIS TEAM THO, omg his team…drax always wonders why he never takes the earpiece off and peter has to go through another explanation as to why and that he doesnt exactly hear as well as others. Rocket obnoxiously asks why he keeps flappin his hands around and making dumb faces whenever he cant think of something to say…gamora argues that he’s expressive and “that’s just how humans are”. Peter rolls his eyes and has to explain asl “sometimes i just talk with my hands…like when you gesture, but uh, with more purpose”- “that’s a language??? Well i guess ive heard weirder…well- you know what i mean” ….so the team sets out to learning sign language (imagine groot only ever signing “i am groot”) and rocket thinks it’s pointless “you always wear the piece anyway, so why we gotta learn a whole other language…” but does it anyway and the dumb smile on peter’s face is totally worth it when rocket insults him one day using asl…

i had to clean out the mop bucket and get rid of the mop head because some kid puked in my room and i couldnt keep using the mop head and i come back after cleaning everything up and cleaning my tools and this woman blocks my room so im like “excuse me can i pass you” and she said rudely “uuuuhm i need these three tables cleaned” and looks at me rudely. so i said “well i can get that for you but can i please pass through first” then she rolls her eyes and says “did you even hear a word that i said” keep in mind i cant get to the buss room if shes blocking my way(let alone to the damn table) and i was being as nice as possible then i dropped my sweet voice and said as rude as i could “yes ma'am i heard you. please get my way so I can get the tools that I need to clean off your table” and she gawks at me with her eyes wide open and says “wow you’re being so rude to me”. iconic huh?

Daddy's Girl

Originally posted by damagefuckingplan

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Request: Chibs smut based on Daddys Girl by Shawny Sanders

Behind the face you see
Another part of me
Take closer look
You know the cover not the book
My skin is pale and white
My soul is dark as night
Come closer if you dare
Do or die I just dont care


You walked through the crowd, shoulders pushing past you as you made your way to the bar.
The music was loud, pumping through the speakers and you could hear people yelling over the music, trying to hold conversations. The air was thick was the smell of cigarettes and spilt alcohol and you couldn’t deny you were definitely drunk already.
But thats what parties were for, right? And everyone knew; SAMCRO threw the best kind of parties.
It didn’t bother you, seeing half naked women scattered around the room. Hell, some of them were topless but you didnt care. You were confident in your body and you didn’t need to compare yourself to these girls.
Who were you to judge them anyway? The things you got up to in the bedroom weren’t exactly ‘classy’.
“Whisky, please.” You told the strange man behind the bar.
“I accept that.” He said and moved to grab the bottle of Jack from behind the bar.
You scanned the room, eyeing the men in leather and you didn’t notice one of them lean against the bar beside you.
“Ye got good taste, lass.”
You turned towards him and the bartender passed you your drink.
The man raised his matching glass of whiskey and you smirked as you clinked your glass with his.
“Whats ye name?” He asked you, raising his voice so you could hear him above the music.
“(y/n),” You smiled at him and fluttered your lashes.
He nodded. “Chibs.”
You raised the glass to your lips and tilted your head back before doing the whole glass, enjoying the smooth liquid burn down your throat.
“You coming, Chibs?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“To dance.” You explained.
He laughed lightly and shook his head before taking a swig of his glass.
“I dont dance, lass.”
You shrugged, a playful spark in your eyes as you spoke.
“Guess you’ll just have to watch then.”


This is not a scam
No this is who I am
They say eyes so blue
Could never be untrue
But if you look into my eyes
The truth is full of lies
Man you should be brave
I ain’t nobody’s slave


His eyes watched you as you moved, your hips swaying to the music.
You ran your hands down your body as you moved and locked your eyes with his.
On a normal night you wouldn’t have danced so.. provocatively. But you were drunk, it had been a long week, and you’d be lying if you said that his accent didn’t do things to you.
Girls danced around you and you grinded your hips against a blond girl in front of you, both of you moving together.
You didn’t take notice of her, though. Your eyes were locked solely on his and he licked his lips as he watched you move, your hips moving dangerously to the music.
The skirt you wore swung around you as you moved and you made no effort to keep it down. Every now and then Chibs would catch a glimpse of your panties beneath and he had to adjust his jeans that seemed to be getting tighter the longer he watched you.
The song was coming to an end and you decided to head to the bathroom.
You moved through the crowd of people around you, never lifting your gaze from his hungry eyes.
As you neared him you bit your lip and winked before changing direction and walking across the room to the bathroom.
You didn’t look behind you; you were certain he’d follow you.
You entered the bathroom and locked the door behind you before quickly doing your business and washing your hands.
The mirror hung above the sink and you looked at your reflection. Your cheeks were flushed slightly from the heat of the room and the people around you and you touched up your hair quickly before heading out of the room.
The door opened and you smirked when you saw Chibs leaning patiently against the wall.
He licked his lips when he saw you and you walked towards him.
There was no hesitating with you and you grabbed his face and pulled it towards your own.
His lips were soft and you kissed him deeply before letting your tongue run along his bottom lip.
He held your waist, his fingers slightly digging into your skin and you could already feel the bulge in his jeans.
You ran your hands  through his hair, holding him to you as your mouths moved in harmony.
He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes and there was a certain hunger in the way he kissed you that sent shivers down your spine.
You pulled back from him and stepped away.
He met your eye and a low growl left his lips before he grabbed your wrist and led you down the hallway.


Shine like a diamond
My heart is a black pearl
Baby, I’m spoiled and rotten
but I’m not daddy’s little girl
Shine like a diamond
My heart is a black pearl
Even if you offer me the world
I’m not daddy’s girl


The door had barely closed behind you when he pushed you against it, his body pressing against yours.
His lips crashed down against yours and you let out a soft moan as you felt his hands reach down and grab your thighs.
You let him lift you and he growled when his bulge pressed against your core.
His kiss was hungry and rough and his lips left yours and trailed down your neck.
You clutched at his hair, holding him to you and you moved your hips trying desperately to create some friction.
Chibs growled and pushed his hips against you and bit into your skin softly, making you moan.
You moved your hands to his chest and pushed him away and he lowered your body to let you stand.
He looked down at you, hunger burning in his eyes and you licked your lips before pushing him back against the wall.
A playful smirk lingered on your lips and you walked backwards towards the bed, your eyes never leaving his.
With each step you took you lifted your dress a little higher and as you neared the bed you lifted it completely off your body.
Chibs pushed off the wall and stepped towards you with a certain dominance.
Cute, you thought to yourself. He thinks he’s in charge.
The lingerie you wore hugged your body and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, the way the fabric sat on your skin.
In a matter of steps he was in front of you and you looked up at him through your lashes.
You reached up on your tip toes and kissed him softly before pulling away again.
He reached for you but before he could you slapped his hands away.
“Nuh uh uh..” You tsked. “You can look, but you cant touch.”


All these demons that I hide
I keep ‘em locked inside
In my closet are the victims of the past
Watch out boy
Every kiss might be your last


Chibs licked his lips as you ran your hands up your body and caressed your breasts.
You looked down too, both of you watching your hands move before you reached behind you and unclipped your bra.
It fell to the floor and you glanced up at him proudly, letting his eyes soak in the sight of your bare chest.
A soft groan came from his chest and you smirked before sitting on the bed.
You lay down and lifted your knees and spread them.
His eyes devoured you and you blushed slightly under his gaze.
“You are beautiful.”
He pulled the leather of his shoulders and folded it before placing it neatly on the bed beside you.
Next he lifted his shirt and let it drop to the floor. He palmed himself through his jeans and you could see the outline of his cock, already hard.
You ran your hands over your body, caressing your breast once more.
Slowly you moved your hands lower and you bit your lip.
You ran your hand over your panties, stroked softly over your clit.
Chibs growled and you slipped your fingers beneath the fabric.
You loved being watched. There was something inherently naughty and decadent about it and nothing made you wetter than teasing someone like this.
You slid your hand further into your panties and ran a finger between your slit.
A soft moan left your lips when you felt how wet you were and you closed your eyes.
You moved your hand back up and rubbed your clit gently in circles.
Chibs unbuckled his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor, pooling around his ankles.
His eyes were fixed on you, watching intently the way your hand was moving beneath the lace panties you wore and he felt his cock get even harder.
Slowly he reached down and slipped his fingers in the waistband of your panties.
You began to protest but he hushed you.
“I want to see all of you.”
You bit your lip and nodded before letting him pull the fabric down your legs.
As soon as they hit the floor his eyes were back on you and you spread your legs further, letting him see every inch of you.
He groaned as he watched your fingers move, now glistening and he pushed his boxers down his thighs.
You bit your lip as you watched him rub himself and you moved your fingers a little faster now.
“Good girl.”
You moaned and slid a finger inside yourself. With your free hand you squeezed your breast roughly.
You dipped a second finger in before moving your hand back to your clit.
He stroked himself as he watched, his eyes glued to the movements you were making.
You rubbed your self faster and moaned loudly, knowing you were close.
“Fuck!” You moaned.
“Mmmm good girl,” He stroked his cock slowly. “Cum for me.”
You rubbed faster and waves of pleasure rolled over you.
You moaned loudly as your body shook and your walls tightened.
Chibs dropped to his knees and pushed your hand out of the way.
A gasp left your lips when you felt his tongue on you, lapping up your juices.
You clutched his hair as shivers took over your body.


Shine like a diamond my heart is a black pearl
Baby, I’m spoiled and rotten
but I’m not daddys little girl
Shine like a diamond
my heart is a black pearl
Even if you offer me the world
Even if you offer me the world
Im not daddys girl
Im not daddys girl


Chibs stood and looked down at you, cheeks flushed and panting heavily, your skin glistening.
He stroked himself a couple times before grabbing your thighs and pushing them back, spreading you further and he leant down and kissed you.
You moaned against his mouth and you could almost taste the hunger in him and you knew just how badly he wanted you.
He grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance before he ran it over your slit, coating himself in your juices.
You moaned at the sensation and bucked your hips, making him smirk.
He moved his cock back to your pussy and pushed himself inside.
“Fuck!” You gasped.
His hands slid beneath you and he squeezed your ass before lifting you up slightly.
Your legs wrapped around his waist and withy a sudden movement you got him on his back, his eyes wide with shock and you held his hands down to the bed.
His cock twitched inside you and you smirked before rocking your hips.
Both of you moaned as he filled you, stretching your pussy with each movement.
You let go of his wrists and sat up, arching your back and bouncing up and down.
Chibs watched your tits bounce and he grasped your hips tightly.
You rolled your hips against his, moaning loudly and you opened your eyes to see him looking up at you, an expression you couldn’t read on his face.
His hands slid up your body and he cupped your breasts.
His thumbs brushed circles around your nipples and when they hardened he tweaked them between his fingers.
You leant down and pressed your lips against his.
His hands slid from your breasts and he wrapped them around you, one holding your head to his and with the other he held your waist.
He began to move you, lifting you openly to thrust into you as he pulled you back down and the change in the angle sent shock waves through you.
You moaned into his mouth and he began to thrust harder.
You leant back and placed your hands on his chest, holding yourself up and you arched your back.
Chibs reached down with one hand and the brush if his fingers over your clit had you clenching around him. Your climax was so close you could almost taste it.
He pounded into you and you fought to hold yourself up, the added sensation of his fingers on your clit was making you weak.
“You wanna cum for daddy?”
“Please! Mmm!”
You didn’t know if you were begging him or god, but all you knew was that you had to cum.
He pounded into you slightly harder and his fingers moved faster around your clit.
Your body convulsed around him and you collapsed into his chest.
His hands held you as he continues to thrust into you.
Your moans filled the room and yu trembled against him and he thrusted once more before you felt himself finish inside you.
Panting, you rolled off him,both of you glistening with sweat.
You both gasped for air and your body shook with aftershocks.
Finally you caught your breath and Chibs kissed the top of your head.
“Jesus Christ lass, that was amazing.”
You smirked in agreement.
“Just one thing though,” You said.
Chibs raised an eyebrow and looked a you curiously.
“Im no daddys girl.”



Group Project... (Parker x Reader)

(A/N) HII! So, I’ve been working on all the requests so far and I’m so excited for what I have in store for you guys, in the mean time, I hope you all can enjoy something I’ve been working on for a while. While there was no official request, it was something I had a lot of fun writing, enjoy!

“I have no clue what this is supposed to be.” I said, my eyes widening as I glanced at my friends laptop screen.

“Oh, come on… it’s obviously something to do with chemical compositions of water…” (Y/F/N) said. My face read disbelief.

“You’re delusional…. how are you in AP CHEM?” I asked sarcastically. She laughed a little before closing the picture, returning to the random game of solitaire she was playing instead of working on our group project.

“Nick, you got anything on aragonite saturation? We should include that in our presentation if we decide to go in depth about the acidification effects on water.” Nick looked at me as I spoke.

“Yeah, I got some reports about the reliability of the testing, but it’s outdated and scientists have switched to more modern method of study,” Nick replied, pulling up the various articles he found to show me.

“Interesting, can you find more information about the new tests?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m on it.”

“Peter…” I called across the lab table, he looked up startled. “How’s your progress on the physical properties of water?”

“Uh… go—good.” He stuttered avoiding my eye.

“Do you think you have enough to pull the presentation together?” I asked hopefully.

“Oh… yeah—definitely…” he trailed off, glancing up once to meet my eye before blushing intensely looking back to the laptop screen.

“Good good…,” I trailed off returning to my own research.

It was obvious Peter was uncomfortable with the group he was placed in for our chemistry project, he clearly wasn’t friends with any of us, and he preferred to do his work alone as opposed to in the group, like I had been pushing for all of us to do. Peter insisted he could handle completing the work that was meant for two people on his own, leaving the three of us, me, Nick and (Y/F/N) to tackle the chemical properties of water, and its affect on the ecosystem.

“Ok, presentations are Monday, that gives us one more class day to work on it. We still need to start on the slideshow and practicing if we want a good grade,” I said with three minutes left in class.

“We’ll work on the slides tomorrow. Don’t worry, we got this,” (Y/F/N) said, still playing the solitaire game from earlier.

“Yeah, well that doesn’t make up for the fact that we’ll probably need to work on this over the weekend. We still need to incorporate all the information we’ve found into one, smooth presentation.” I glanced over at Peter who hasn’t looked up from his computer and who hasn’t said a word, apart from when I forced him to update me on his progress.

“Peter, what do you think?” I asked, curious about someone else’s opinion.

He looked up, his eyes shifting from me to (Y/F/N). He opened his mouth to respond when the deafening bell sounded instead. Nick and (Y/F/N) sprinted out of the room, having packed up a few minutes earlier, leaving Peter and yourself to pack up together.

“If you need any help at all with your part, I’m always open,” I offered Peter. He glanced up at me, mumbling a quiet thanks before looking back at his backpack.

“Honestly, I’m not just trying to be nice. Anyways, the whole project is about tying the chemical and physical properties together, so it might help if we collaborate or something…” I said, following Peter out of the empty lab room and down the hall to his locker.

“Ok, thanks… for the offer,” he said, opening his locker quickly and grabbing his sweatshirt before slamming it shut. “I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N).”

“See you…,” I trailed off, my voice quieting in the busy halls of the emptying school as I was left alone in a sea of people.

“So what’s our status on this project?” I asked no one in particular, closing my eyes and rubbing my forehead in attempt to alleviate the headache I have.

“We have the background and intro slide done,” Nick said, making a face as if we spent the entire class period working as efficiently as possible.

“Ugh….” I groaned, my head falling into the table as a sign of defeat. “So we definitely have to do this over the weekend…”

“Yeah… sorry (Y/N), not gonna happen. I have soccer practice all day tomorrow, and then playoffs Sunday. I’m booked solid,” (Y/F/N) said, her eyes growing tired at the mere thought of all the energy she’ll soon exhaust.

“Nick?” I asked hopefully.

“Sorry… the football tournament, we have like— three games.”

“Peter, please tell me you’ve got my back,” I begged my head on the table and giving my best pout to him.

“Yeah, yeah, I—I have no plans,” he said, his gaze quickly diverting back to the slideshow we had been working on.

“Great, meet me at the library tomorrow, noon?” I asked, hoping he’d look at me for confirmation.

“Noon sounds fine.” The bell rang, and the room cleared. Like usual, I was left the last in the room with only the teacher. I waved goodbye to him as I left.

I began my walk home, but the brisk wind cut against my cheeks, burning them raw from the cold of late October. Walking home in terrible weather was a usual for me, unless I took the subway which I hated with a passion.

I was one or two blocks from the apartment when, through my loud music I heard screams from up ahead. I stopped suddenly. They were abnormal, loud. It was a shrieking that seemed to rattle my bones. I was almost scared to continue walking—did I really want to know what was up ahead?

I took out a single earbud, listening again but only hearing the wind against my ears. Then, it happened again. A loud shriek, I swear someone must have been getting murdered. This time, it was followed by a noise that sounded like the air getting cut.

It seemed to be coming from behind me, and I turned just in time to see a red blob swinging down the middle of the street in record time. He must’ve gotten two or three blocks down before he swung to a right side street. Spiderman. I should’ve known. But, he was a legend; literally. Stories told in the streets. Rarely seen, but greatly appreciated. I was amazed I had even seen him at all.

I smiled an awestruck smile, and continued to walk to my apartment, taking extra caution, but keeping my eyes open for the man in a red suit.

“You should’ve seen him! It’s amazing! He’s amazing! I cant believe I saw him with my own eyes!” I exclaimed, recounting yesterday’s events to Peter. He sat across from me at the table in the library, and he seemed half-interested in what i was saying, half-focused on our science project.

“Imagine being that athletic, that—that fit. Having, powers—or whatever. He must feel like he could do anything,” I trailed off, my mind wandering to the hero I’d seen yesterday. “Don’t you think?”

“Sorry, who are we talking about again?” Peter asked jokingly, looking up from his computer with a small smile.

“Spiderman! Who else?” I played along, smiling back. My eyes trailed to my left, my thoughts traveling away as I began focusing on a bookshelf across from us. “But, I guess it isn’t always sunshine and flowers,” I said, I looked back at him, leaning slightly farther towards him.

“Huh?“Peter asked, maintaining eye contact with me.

“I mean, with any power, control, abilities—whatever,” I struggled to find the right wording. “There’s always gonna be responsibility…”

“I guess you’re right,” Peter said. He looked around the open room.

“Sure, he might be fighting crime and being a hero, but whenever something goes wrong—whenever a criminal gets away—who’s going to be the first person to get blamed?” Peter was glaring at me intensely now, giving me his full attention.

“And then there’s the guilt, the guilt of not being able to save everyone. I mean, he’s just a guy right? He’s gotta have a life. What happens when one day, he’s not there to save the city?” Peter looked away, his eyes lost with his own thought. “Sorry, we should probably get back to work.”

“You make a good point,” Peter said after sitting in silence for minutes. “There has to be negatives to protecting the city. But he’s obviously willing to accept them, the consequences of the ‘job’, for the better good. He’s willing to accept that responsibility, so long as someone gets saved along the way.”

“I suppose,” I started, “he’s truly one of the good ones then. Willing to risk his life, his sanity, for a bunch of strangers in New York City.”

“What a guy,” Peter said, cracking a smile at me when I looked up at him.

“What a guy,” I repeated, laughing slightly. I looked back down at the computer screen and continued on the group work that had to be done Monday morning. It was a lot of work, but I had no doubt in my mind Peter and I could get it done.

After a long four hours, Peter and I had managed to completely finish the twenty slide PowerPoint, and write Flashcards for each one of us to read from when it was our time to present our findings. It was starting to get dark out, but I wasn’t going to admit I was nervous to walk alone. Fortunately, Peter offered to walk me back to the apartments. I’m pretty sure he lived nearby anyway.

“Thanks, for offering.”

“No problem,” Peter said.

I think that in a matter of a few hours, Peter and I had actually become friends. He wasn’t awkwardly stuttering around me, and he actually made eye contact and conversation. I hope this ‘friendship’ goes beyond this weekend, because honestly he’s pretty kind.

“You’re pretty cool, you know?” Peter said after walking in silence for a bit. “You’re not like the other girls you hang out with.”

“I’ll take that as a complement?” I questioned.

“Oh! Yeah! I didn’t mean anything by that just—,” he put his hands out in defense. “You’re nice, not hanging off every boy just to get laid.” He took a breath, a bit of hesitation. “You made an effort.”

I chuckled. “Thanks, I guess.”

We walked in silence for a couple of more minutes as we approached the block that I lived on. I dreaded having to end the walk, because Peter’s company made me feel happy.

“Well, this is me,” I said, stopping short at the apartment entrance. Peter looked at the building and turned to me.

“We should do group projects together more often, it was fun.”

“We should,” I said, “we work really well together.” I smiled slightly.

Peter smiled back, looking at his shoes quickly, blush taking over his face. “We should definitely do more group projects together.”

“Definitely,” I agreed.

“Even if like, it’s just the two of us, we could still, y'know, work together,” Peter was back to his stuttering self. Now, I was the one blushing.

“I’d like that,” I said, “if you’re up for it, of course.”

“I mean, definitely, I am,” Peter said, looking up again, his arm slightly reaching towards me as he spoke. He realized he was reaching for me and blushed intensely, immediately moving it to his head, rubbing it as he turned.

“I guess I should be getting inside then?” I posed it as a question, wondering if we were done talking around this subject.

“Of course, its freezing!” Peter said. “Sorry, I babble.”

I turned to go inside, my hand pushing the door open. I turned around, leaning into the slightly open door and debated saying the words on the tip of my tongue. I got enough courage to say it. “I’d love to go out with you.”

“Oh good, you see, I was going to ask…” Peter continued to talk mindlessly, seeming to speak a mile per second, I smiled again, rolling my eyes as I pushed the door open some more.

“See you Monday, Parker,” I said, turning around and walking through the door.

“Yeah, Monday,” he waved, smiling widely as I walked away.

(oh man, talk about eleventh hour)

Ok, Happy B-day @trashasaurusrex! I read your post: https://trashasaurusrex.tumblr.com/post/160122450972/i-love-this-image-sooo-much-i-cant-get-over-it

And this is what came out… Keep in mind that a lot of reference material and judicious use of my new tracing pad went into this. Also you said that you like “Can’t keep my eyes off you” so I added some effective lyrics.

Please be kind, this is my first attempt at Tumblr art. *hides in shame at the bad shading…*


SO, I’ll just get to it and tell you about my experience seeing BTS Wings in Newark. Luna and I went together so when I say “we” that’s who i’m referring to.
We got to the line at 9 am and it was already wrapped around to the other side of the building. The day started out cold but it got even colder to the point that the rain that started to fall became snow momentarily. There was also a St. Patrick’s Day Parade happening for some of the waiting. We all had to wait in line until about 1 pm for the Prudential Employees to hand out numbered wrist bands, that way we could leave the line and come back later and have the same spot. I was #819 in line. There was a really nice Japanese fansite girl who spoke Korean and a little English behind us. She said she flew from Japan. JAPAN! dedication man… anyways she gave our little line group a pack of really awesome Jungkook photocards she had taken. Her fansite is 하트트리‏ @HEARTTREE_JK on Twitter. Here the cute Photocards (Just the JK ones, Luna got me the Yoongi ones and I don’t know who made those)

After we got our wristbands we finally went to the bathroom and ate lunch and stood in line for that photo booth that has the video of your bias. After standing in line, you go up to a table with two girls and they check to see if you filled out the survey before they let you pick a ball blindly from a box. If you pick an orange ball you get a photocard and a personal photo with your bias. If you get a white ball, you just get the photocard. I happened to get an orange ball :D !
When you get the orange ball you wait in line again and they direct you to one of the photo booths where you enter and they close the curtain. You choose which member you want on a touch screen and then a countdown begins. So obviously I chose yoongi. He entered from the right speaking korean so I couldn’t fucking understand but I mean he was cute I think he was just telling me to do the poses he was doing or something, I hope someone took video of it and translated it anyways. He was too cute. I chose the V pose picture, you had the option of choosing which of the two photos you liked the most. I’ll show you his part of the photo because I look atrocious. 

Yeah, he cute.

One of the girls who went in after me absolutely freaked out and was screaming and laughing like crazy, I wonder who her bias was… I bet it was Jimin….
 All the staff for the photo booth were laughing with the rest of us. It was cute.
After that, we wanted to get some merch but the line was freaking HUGE and they were running out quick so instead we asked a couple girls at the front to buy what we wanted in exchange for some extra cash.

Then we went back to the hotel to warm up and change and headed back to the line a little later. They started letting us in through security check around 5:30 I think. It took an hour for us to get to the security check. 

Here is where I want to point out the extraordinary amount of trash and debris that was strewn all over the ground, increasing as we got closer to the doors. No doubt left behind by the people that camped out overnight or early in the morning. There was blankets, trash, makeup, and food spilled everywhere and i was highly disappointed and embarrassed by our fandom. There were trashcans and trash bags everywhere that they could have used so there was ABSOLUTELY NO EXCUSE FOR THAT MESS. And even though some of us tried to clean up there was just TOO MUCH. And the line kept moving toward security check. I hope BTS didn’t see it :( . 

Once we passed security we flat out ran to the pit to try and get as close as possible. We got pretty darn close, maybe 15 rows of bodies?
There were two screens on either side of the stage playing BTS’S mvs in chronological order of their release. We all sang along and watched while we waited until 8 pm. The energy increased as we got closer to showtime.
I can’t exactly remember but I think the show started directly after BS&T MV ended. Immediately as the lights dimmed we were forcefully shoved and pushed closer as a video reel began playing. I will break that up in two or more videos and post on tumblr soon so you can watch.
The pushing and shoving was absolutely REDICULOUS. Not to sound like the old person in the room but OMG. There were people falling and fainting and I literally was holding the people in front of me so we both didn’t fall. Do not get pit tickets if you needs space or are clostrophobic. 

Your body is pressed against strangers harder than it’s ever been, I mean I got to third base with everybody around me.

Every time a member moved across the stage, the crowd would shove that way, I ASSUME so they could follow with their phones. Wtf, just turn your phone, NOT YOUR FUCKING BODY YOU ANIMALS. Anyways. It got bad enough that the security was repeatedly telling us to back up and a move so they could help people who had fainted and fallen and almost NO ONE was listening. EVEN BTS AND NAMJOON HAD TO STOP AFTER THEIR SONG AND TELL US TO STOP AND BACK UP AND CALM DOWN I MEAN COME THE FUCK ON PEOPLE. I’m embarrassed for American ARMY.

So I’m not gonna go through the song order because I could never even begin to try and remember that. Especially since I couldn’t see half of it. 😡
But I will describe as much as I can.
Omg where do I start.
The most memorable thing for me was HOBI surprisingly because he’s not even on my bias list, he’s like that best friend that I would never be attracted to but OMG he was so flirty and sweet and cute and I could tell he was enjoying himself the most. All those smile and cheeky grins.
“I’m your hope…… you’re MY hope….. I’m Jhope!!!”
Omg I love him so much. He did something to me that night. I wanna squeeze him and hug him till he pops.

FUCKING JIMIN WAS RUDE AS ALWAYS. he bent down and interacted with the front rows the most, with that stupid sexy grin and face and aaaaaaahhhh!!!! He killed.
Kookie was the one who bent down and interacted the most after Jimin with that cute smile and bright doe eyes I can’t even begin to describe how much I love him.
Tae was being cheeky and cute the whole time as expected. He did that tongue bite and smile and I can’t believe I fucking saw that 15 feet away from my face I’M DEAD. he also had that rude, intense glare a lot too, but let’s not talk about that AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ha.
I didn’t see much of Nams or Yoongi unfortunately but every time I saw Nams he was amazing. His dimples. Ugh. During cypher he did that dorky but adorable jumping he does, you know what I’m talking about. At some point I was in the middle and so was he and he was turned to the side and I’m just gonna say that I had a clear and up close view of that crotch AHHHH FUCKKKKKKK. he also smiled and laughed a couple times like a cutie.
I barely saw Jin. I’m sorry for you Jin stans reading this but he killed his solo song. He did beautifully and we all sang with him. UGH, MY HEART.

 SO. Kookie’s solo. That fancy footwork, I mean damn. He killed it. And not to mention he was wearing a white satin shirt that was immediately soaked in sweat and sticking to his chest YAS! Literally during the second or third song, he did a turn in the choreography, I don’t remember what song it was sorry but as he turned I could literally see the sweat fly off the ends of his hair. Sadly, it did not hit me in the face. I saw his beautiful hands and his mouth moving as he sang, ugh. I will never not appreciate every moment.

 Namjoons solo was chill and deep as fuck. He told us to
“feel the flow and rhythem”
and let his hand just dance in the air as he rapped/sang with closed eyes and it was so beautiful and I did. I felt the music. When it came to his “I wish I could love myself” we all shouted “WE LOVE YOU” after each time. I hope he really knows how much we meant it. 😢

 Yoongi’s solo was also chill and heavy. His song always makes me too emotional to the point that I barely listen to it. I cant, it’s just too much. As expected he rapped so passionately and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. There were live instrumental and I was so excited for that. It was beautiful BUT they didn’t play the end of his song the same, so that drawn out violin/cello wasn’t there, I was kind of disappointed because that’s my favorite part. But it was still amazing.

 Jimin’s solo. I mean. Yes. So. Fucking. Good. I. Cant. Even. Begin. To. Explain. The lighting was on point. He was on point. The dancing was flawless, the blindfold part was so fucking good, he is amazing. It was sexy and powerful and just right. Jimin stans, how are you still

 Taehyung’s solo was so great, he hit that high note from what I could hear, which some people said he didn’t do in the previous concert. I’m not sure if that’s true though. At some point he was wearing a silver choker and… omg. Like, hah, like, I’m so speechless. I’m sorry but Taehyung is so gorgeous, he really is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and I can’t understand it yet. His voice was smooth and soulful and So Fucking Good.

 Jhopes solo was amazing, the dancing was on point as always and during the middle there was a breakdown way different from just the original song, I wish I had taken more videos. I’m sure you can find it. Watch it. We all sang with him especially the end chorus of “hey mama!”, you know. He just did do amazing, he was so memorable, omg and gorgeous. I’ll say that Hoseok looks the best in person compared to photos or videos. Some people just look better in person and he’s one of those people. His hair for this concert was perfect for him, the color, the parted and flippy style. Mm, so good.

As I said, Jin did so amazing on his solo, he hit all the notes and he wasn’t shaky or messed up from what I could hear and remember. He was just chilled up on stage and singing out his heart with us. I managed to get a little bit of video with him at center stage and he was dancing with an ARMY bomb as always lmao I love him ahhh.

I only noticed one mistake the whole concert. At one point, kookie went to move from his position and he needed to cross to the other side of the stage as Namjoon was coming up the middle, they bumped into each other slightly but it was so small and they carried on so smoothly it was barely anything but it made me smile for some reason. Also, Jimin was just slightly off key at like ONE point but I mean, they’re singing and dancing live. I expect that. The others might have had a moment or two but I just can’t recall if they did.

I want to talk about their backup dancers for a second. Not only did they do amazing, they were so fucking adorable! Some of them were really interacting with the fans and it made me laugh so much. They would look at us, laugh, smile, and I could tell they were just really loving it. I assume they all want to either be dancers or performers/musicians like BTS and I could see the joy in their face at being on the stage and seeing the crowds reactions and energy. They really enjoyed themselves and I hope they can one day get a stage for themselves if that’s what they desire. Ah, they were so cute. 😁

 Towards the end, Namjoon kept saying “this is the last song” and we were all like lol nah, we know you’re coming back out lol. And they did haha. We had the rainbow ocean and Namjoon said “it doesnt matter what color you are, pink, purple, blue, yellow, orange, we love you” or something very similar. He was so amazing THEY WERE ALL AMAZING. I wish I had taken videos and pics but tbh, I wanted to just try and really enjoy the concert in person and focus on them with my eyes. Also there were so many people recording, there was no real point for me to do so as well. And the crowd was so pushy I was afraid of dropping my phone and it being destroyed. Knowing me, I would’ve dropped it.

 At the end, they were walking around and waving and sending hearts and such. People were throwing gifts on the stage, I noticed Kookie took a tiny iron man plushie and I thought it was so cute.
I can’t remember what they said at each brake but I really tried to get Yoongi’s attention. He was really focused on the whole crowd though. There was ONE point where he might have seen my, what do u call it, like his face on a stick thing, and he has this smirk like he was trying to not smile or laugh. I’ll show it below. 

The experience was amazing and next time I got to their concert I will be sure to camp out the night before because if I’m gonna buy pit tickets, I WILL be at the damn front next time! I won’t be satisfied until I am. I only buy BTS concert tickets for this reason, so I can save and get the expensive front rows. Also, P2 area standing is better than P1 because they interact more with us and we face them, so don’t bother with P1, I know a lot of people wanted those for like sound check or something. I forgot to say that at one pint I could see the back of Hobis, tan, sweaty, thick neck and all I could think was “Das a nice neck…" because it is, it really is a beautiful neck, I must say. 

And then we left the venue and my body was failing because I stood literally from 9 am to like 11 pm. It was worth every moment, even when it got bone cuttingly cold and started to snow and rain. WORTH IT. BTS is worth everything I have to give and I can’t wait to attend another amazing concert. Next time I’m taking a selfie stick or something and filming it all on my phone. 

SOOO, I want to also include that the next day, Luna and I went to Korea Town in New York and it was awesome. UGh, they had a Tony Moly and The Face Shop and so many restaurants. We at at Mukeunji and it was delicious. 
We popped into Nature Republic to buy some things, and the lady asked Luna if she liked EXO. She answered that she liked BTS and the lady SAID THEY WERE JUST THERE ON FRIDAY EATING LUNCH!!!!
BOI!!!! I swear to god, we both felt like dying, but i mean, we were waiting in line for their freaking concert so what are ya gonna do??! (JUST DIE, thats what im gonna do) those sneaky, clever boys….

(lmao i make myself laugh way to much)

So yeah, that was the concert and I probably didn’t properly describe it. I’m sorry for not having any videos or pics of the concert but I know you can find so many from other people. 

Here’s some other things I bought. Spoiler, its all basically Yoongi.

OMG hes so cute, they’re all so cute. My bedroom looks like a shrine….

What is the recipe to a good night’s sleep?

Is it staying awake minutes and hours and days until you cant keep your eyes open no more?

What about reading your favorite series of books and dream all night and day on what could’ve happened if only your favorite character hadn’t died?

Or is it listening to your favorite album on repeat until you can’t tell apart the voices inside your head from the songs?

Could it be binge watching your favorite comedian sing into your ears and putting a smile on your face as you drift off?

For now, i’ll keep looking for the perfect answer while I refill my bottle of antihistamine until I my body can’t function no more…

Why me?

Summary- Having Daryl confess his feelings for you, was the only thing you ever wanted in this ruined world. But what happens when Negan shows up and everything changes.


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Characters - Father!RickxReader. DarylxReader. NeganxReader.

Note- it’s going to be a series.

Warnings- Smut in future parts, maybe? Violence. Abuse.

Number of words - 2044

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

I fucked up

I shouldnt have done this. I shouldnt have done this.

crap, crap, crap!!!!

I’m dead. they will kill me and kill everyone here because of me.

I’m so stupid! thats why dad never lets me do anything.

thats why daryl never noticed me

oh crap, Daryl!

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes.

his eyes were wide. everyone’s eyes was wide.

i had 200 guns pointed at me.

I’m going to get everyone killed.

I should have listened to Gabriel and stayed home.

“Let them go!” I said, trying to hold my grounds. trying to appear strong. keyword- trying!

“Wellll, Helloo there!” Negan said in a singsong voice

“Do you think you are cute? I will blow your brains out!” I said my voice raising. I pressed my gun harder into his head “Now!” I screeched and he raised his hands up in surrender.

“This, is sooo, not cool!” Negan said greeting his teeth.

“I said. LET. THEM. GO!” I said each word dangerously low.

“I say, how about you drop the gun, before someone gets hurt sweetheart?”

“If your men, take another step, from there place, I will seriously blow you all up!” I said, my voice fluttering in the end.

“You will regret this!” Negan said angrily.

“Y/n, drop the gun!” Carl said, his voice wavering with fear

“Y/n, get out of here” Michonne said

“Y/n, please.” Daryl said and thats when I half turned to take a good look at him. he was bleeding, oh god

“Y/N!” Dad’s voice yelled.

Before I could react, Negan had turned, and flipped the gun out of my grasp.

Everything happened fast.

The yelling, the kick I received in my abdomen, my hands being twisted behind my back and my hair getting yanked upwards and my face getting shoved in the ground.

Well, fuck!

“What do we have here!” Negan said as he squatted next to me looking at me.

Someone yanked my head up and now I came face to face with Negan

wow. if this wasn’t the time, i would totally tap that! but he was a maniac. who had my family on their knees and the only thing I’m going to tap, is my knife through his face.

“You are a kid!” Negan said amused

“Depends on your defenation of kid, asshole!” I spat

“Well, i give you A for the effort, sweetheart! but what you did here wasn’t cool, oh so not cool and I cant just stand for it. oh i certainly would not!”

“Just let us go, and we wont kill you!” i hissed at him, and the fucker holding my hair yanked it down and up again. i shut my mouth, trying to not hiss in pain

“Y/n, shut up!” Rick hissed and i rolled my eyes

“I dont think you realise who has the upper hand here, sweetheart.” Negan smirked

“Well how about you tell your minions to let me go and give me back my gun and we will see about that, asshole!” I snapped at him

“Y/n!” Daryl warned

Whats wrong with everyone, why is no one fighting. is this our end?

“I like your spirt!” Negan chuckled “Get her in line, with the rest!” Negan said and in a second i was yanked up and thrown in line next to Dayl

“What the hell were you thinking?” Daryl hissed at me, as he gave me a deadly glare

“You’re welcome!” i snapped back

“So what was I saying before I got interrupted?” Negan asked

“Picking who gets the honor.” A guy, with his hair combed back spoke

“Right!” Negan chuckled “I gotta say, this shit is hard!” he said as he started walking

Oh no. he was going to Carl, not Carl, dont you dare.

“You got one of our guns!” he told him as he kneeled in front of him “Lighten up, at least cry a little” he chuckled

“Leave him alone!” I said annoyed and some one hit my back with a gun

i fell on my face, fuck this was embarssing.

i looked up and it was the half burnt face dude, what was his name again? Elite? Blite? Dwight?


“Sweetheart, next time you cut me off, I’m going to do something you wont like!” Negan glared at me and i scoffed

“Next time you call me sweetheart, I’m going to do something you wont like. you know what, coming to think about it, I’m going to do something you dont like just to piss you off” I glared back at him and he smirked

what the hell?

why is this bastard smirking? I’m bloody serious!

he ignored me and went to Maggie

oh no, not Maggie

i turned to Glen, he was freaking out!

shit, shit shit

i showed have kept my mouth shut

if he hurts her because of me? oh god no

“You look like shit! let’s just keep you out of your misery right now!” he said as he raised his bat, swinging it. I closed my eyes shut, tight. I cant see this

“NO, GOD, NO!” Glen’s voice made me snap my eyes open

he has crossed to Maggie, lying in front of her. Dwight the fucking asshole was standing above him, with Daryl’s crossbow.

I’m going to get that crossbow back, and i will burn Dwight and Negan together at the stake, like they do to witches

Negan rubbed his jaw, his face turning serious “Nope, no! get him back in line!” he said annoyed, Dwight dragged Glen back, glen was whimpering.

“No, please no..” Glen sobbed

“Listen” Negan said “Dont anyyyy of ya, do that again!” he said as he swung the bat in front of everyone “I will shut that shit down! no exceptions! first ones free, its an emotional moment” he said “I get it!” he said cheerfully, flashing Glen, a hundred dollar smile.

what a fucking maniac!

Rick was sweating, his eyes tearing up. Maggie was swallowing her pain. Glen was sobbing. Eugene was terrified. Daryl was bleeding. Rosita didnt seem to register what was going on

And just now, it hit me. this might be our end.

i could be cocky and try to get his attention to keep him away from everyone else, as much as i wanted. but it wouldnt make a diffrence. we all were dead

he walked to Carl, oh no, please not again. kill me first before you touch anyone, please.

“He is your kid? right?” he said pointing at Carl. looking at Rick thoughtfully and then looking at Carl again, before turning to me “She is yours too!” he snickered. crap! “They are defiantly your kids!”

“So stop this!” Rick yelled

“Hey!” Negan yelled equally loud.


“Dont let me kill the little future serial killer, dont let it be easy on me!” Negan said pointing at Carl before turning to me and winking


what just happened

“I gotta pick somebody! everyone is waiting for me at the table waiting for me to order!” he said as he started walking and whistling

how is he even this calm

“I got an idea!” he jumped excited. like he lost something and suddenly found it.

I’m going to kill this son of a bitch.

“Enie, Menie, Minii, Mo” he sang



Everything happened so fast, Negan choosing his victim, my hands shaking, my body stiffening, i wanted it to be me. i tried to speak, tried to volunteer, but I couldn’t find my voice, just Daryl’s hand holding mine tightly

“Anyone moves, anyone says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father!” he smiled. he is sick. disguesting. I dispise him “And then we’ll start! you can breath, you can blink, you can cry. hell you all will be doing that!”

he said as he smashed the bat in Abraham’s head

I couldn’t turn, i couldn’t shut my eyes. I saw everything happen in front of me.

Abraham stood his grounds, not like he just got hit by a bat, through his brain.

Abraham is like my big brother, he thought me how to fix cars. he shared with me his secretes, his conflict emotions, his love for Sasha and the guilt he felt for leaving Rosita. Abraham is my big brother.

Everything started so fast, but Negan smashing Abraham’s skull went so slow, i saw it in slow motion, as if the universe was laughing at me, taunting me. I couldn’t breath. i tried to move but Daryl gripped my hand tight.

Michonne was the only person between me and Abraham, Michonne was the only barrier between us. Michonne do something. someone do somthing.

Sasha was whimpering, Rick was shivering. Rosita was crying.

Abraham was smiling softly.

he accepted this

i didnt accept this

“Oh look at that!” Negan’s voice echoed. Rick turned his face “Taking it like a champ!” he whistled. no…

“Suck… my… nuts!” Abraham’s chocked words came out

Negan swung again, and again, and again, and again.

“Did you hear that!” Negan laughed “He said suck my nuts!” he repeated as he started hitting a dead corpse.

Abraham was my big brother.

Rick tried to get up, but his legs seemed to fail him

Maggie was shivering.

Eugene was crying big fat tears.

“Guys! look at my dirty, gurl!” Negan smirked

He walked towards Rosita, and i felt Daryl stiffen next to me.

he pointed the bat towards Rosita “Look at this!! he smiled “Damn! were you two together? that sucks! but if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this, he just took six or seven for the team!” he yelled the last part and I could feel Daryl shift next to me, letting my hand go.

oh Daryl, I wont let you.

“Take a damn look!” he said “TAKE A DAMN LOOK!” he yelled making Rosita flinch.

Before Daryl could move, i shoved him back, and jumped on Negan, swinging my fist at his face.

if someone else was going to die today, it wont be you, Daryl. i wont let it ever be you.

I reached for my leg knife as i pulled it out as fast as i could, trying to stab Negan, but he pushed me off of him as easy as you shoved a book.

Two men shoved me to the ground, one of them stood on my hand, crushing it under his weight, making me let go of my knife. I’m ready to die, just leave Daryl alone.

“NO!” Negan yelled as he shoved the bat right in front of my face “Oh, no!” I could hear Daryl curse, I could see Rick’s tears fall, I could see Carl fall back scared, I smiled at him. its okay little brother. take care of Judith.

I sent my silent prayer to anyone who is listening

Negan walked away from me laughing

“Oh my! That!” he said smiling at me “That” he repeated as he squatted next to me, just like he did before as his men shoved my face in the dirt  "Is a no, no! The whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here!“ one of his men moved away and Dwight approched me with Daryl’s crossbow, pointing it at me

"Do you want me to do it? right here?” he asked Negan.

“I’m going to kill you, and take that back!” I spat at him and he pointed it towards me head, Negan chuckled.

He took my hair in his rough big hands as he yanked it, not so hardly up. studying my face he looked back at Dwight

“No” he smiled, and i could see that this bastard has dimples

cause god went like, ‘Sure why not make a crazy phsyco manic, hot. wait lets give him dimples for extra measures, so that if his gun runs out of bullet he can kill with his bloody looks’ yeah thanks god!

“You dont kill that! not until you try a little” he said, what? he wont kill me? why?

His fucking men dragged me back in line, tossed me like i weight nothing.

i will have to eat more

“Anyway, thats not how it works, now i have already told you people first one is free! and when i said i will shut that shit down! no exception!” he said as he walked towards us, shooting me a gloating smile “Now i dont know what kind of lying assholes you have been dealing with but first impressions are important” he said as he stared at me for a couple of seconds before he turned his gaze away “I need you to know me” he smiled as he raised his bat in front of him, smiling evilly “So, back to it!” he said as he swung his bat.

he hit Glen

Maggie screamed

My eyes were open, wide

“Maggie….” Glen chocked

Negan made a remark but i didnt listen. I did this. i killed Glen

“I will find…. you” Glen chocked out

Guardian angel (d.l.)

▹Short imagine 

A/N: okay this is so freaking long!! but u should read, its not even done bc i have so many ideas for it!! so there will be a second part!! I hope you guys enjoy thank you love u -i


Request stuff here

“Why do you keep hurting me?” I asked, he was hurting me but not physical worse, mentally.  My eyes filled to the brim with liquid and I just cant help but let the tears fall.  I take a long gulp.

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uwagbooee  asked:

How did it feel to get crucified? Also how the fuck did your glasses not get destroyed in that crash???

“Being crucified was easily the most physically painful feeling I’ve ever experienced. My whole body’s weight hanging off of two holes driven right through my hands… Sure didn’t make me feel holy.

“To answer your second question though: titanium frames and polycarbonite lenses. Cost half a fortune, but lifesavers, I’m telling you.

“Especially if you’re a cameraperson for someone like Lynn. Jesus, she can just keep moving. Never thought I’d need them for uh, well, you know what happened.”

buffysummere  asked:

spuffy + 34 hmmmmm. mmmm. mm

34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
500-ish words

Date night for Buffy and Spike usually involves a few more beheadings than date nights for other couples, but it’s been the norm for them for so long that neither of them really minds.

In fact, Buffy realizes, as the fourth vamp that night crumbles to dust in front of her, they’re kind of lucky. She mentions this aloud.

“How d’you figure, pet?” Spike asks, tossing her his favourite axe. She catches it and swings at the last vamp’s head: it connects, and the demon’s face turns to bone, turns to dust.

Faith had said something once: something along the lines of ‘sweating nightly side-by-side’. And it’s a little of that. It is. But it’s something else, too. Buffy struggles to explain it, leaning against a headstone as Spike watches her with careful eyes.

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okay but consider lucy lane coming back to finding out the danvers being Gay Disasters™

  • “actually im bisexual lucy” “kara thats not really the problem here”
  • “cant believe you broke up with james for a luthor kara the scandal” “wait til i tell clark” “dont you dare!”
  • lucy “i leave for a little bit and suddenly you two let pretty girls ruin your bravdo” lane giving dating advice
  • unasked for dating advice
  • not that she expected either of them to know how to ask for Help With Girls
  • meddling!!! the meddling!!! lucy lane who always has a plan and clearly knows what shes gotta help them
  • “what are you doing on my crime scene lane” “cant i just miss the deo danvers”
  • lucy lane in all her military get up even though its not even relevant nor needed
  • but ofc what is very much needed is the hand on the small of alex’s back with the “lex, whos this on our crime scene?”
  • maggie sawyer flashing her very not so fancy and clearly needed ncpd “sawyer, detective. i detect. who are you” making eyes with lucy
  • maggie who cant keep her eyes off lucys hands who seem to linger too long against alex the entire time and who ends their conversation with “were still on for dinner tonight right” not making it seem as if her statement let anyone know that dinner included kara and james and winn too bc why would she
  • lucy lane who does it all and pulls some strings and i gets lois to get new and upcoming reporter kara danvers into a high class event with lucy by her side
  • an event who just so carefully is hosted by our very favorite l corp head lena luthor
  • lucy who cant just help but find a very good reason to bump directly into lena luthor causing lena’s wine to spill all over kara
  • and lena who feels terrible and just has to make it up kara by giving her a sweater and taking her home that very second she cant have her being uncomfortable
  • lucy lane who clearly thinks this plan is going very well into motion cleaRLY SHES A GENIUS
Exo Creeping

creeping creeping creeping 


~the sassy hunnie creep~

“I see you bae… you’re mine now”


~creepy horror film doll nini~

“Watchinggg…Always watchingggg”


~magic yeol creep~

“Hey babe wats up…you look so good from behind soo”


~nostalgic original satansoo creep~

“I know you wanna be this foam six already”


~cant even see his creepy eyebrows baek~

“hey there lady’ssss”


~sugardaddy suhodaddy creep~

“Dammm gurl… I’ll buy you all the diamonds in the world”


~creepy eyebrow wiggle unicorn lay~

“heh heh heyaaa there cutie”


~suspicious skill with yogurt dae creep~

“creeping creeping creeping…with my yogurt”


~suggestive cheek motions creep xiu~

“hola senoritaaaa”


~the creep who is proud of butt tao”

“don’t you just wanna touch it” 


~more yogurt skills creep with mr galaxy”

“I’ll just lick this off while keeping eye contact cause I can”


~china’s manly creep master lu~

“Ooo ooo oooo blow it like a flute babe”

Trust Issues

Devon had been in his room when he heard a thud, causing him to look up from his phone. He put the phone down and got up from his bed, stretching his wings as he quietly opened the door and peered down the hall. He didnt see anything, but grabbed his bat from his closet nonetheless and walked down the hallway cautiously. He kept his wings folded behind him as he looked around the living room, narrowing his eyes and checking the kitchen as well. Nothing had fallen over, the door was still locked, but he knew he had heard something.

He frowned and moved to check the balcony, opening the door and looking around outside for a few moments, then sighed and shut the door.“ Must be hearing shit…” he muttered.

“Well, you certainly heard something.”

Devon spun around, raising the bat and yelping as someone shoved him against the door. A knee sharply impacted Devons stomach, causing him to wheeze and drop the bat as the attacker grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall behind him. The man who attacked him had short brown hair and blue-green eyes. He smirked as two others appeared behind him; a blond and another brunet.“ Still slow reaction times, huh Devon?” He chuckled.“ You’ve never been that fast at all…”

Devon huffed, squirming and trying to spread his pinned wings a bit behind him.“ Casius, nice to see you again..” he glanced behind him and nodded to the others.“ Sirus, Jackson. Still lackeys, huh? What a shame you two cant just stand up on your own, hm?”

Casius narrowed his eyes and harshly stomped down on Devons foot, causing him to yelp and glare at him.“ Ok, fine, what the fuck did I do this time? Figured you just said,’ fuck it, leave the asshole alone’, but I guess I did something to piss you off?”

“Something like that,” Casius huffed, stepping back to push Devon to the ground and watched as Sirus and Jackson moved forward to keep him pinned there. Devon glared at the both of them before looking up at Casius.“ Arent you like… legally obligated to read my charges or something?” Casius rolled his eyes and crouched to be eye-level with Devon.“ We had someone say you were in Boston a few weeks ago. When there were thousands of demons loose.”

“And? That wasn’t my fault. Let me go and fuck off.”

“No, of course it wasn’t your fault,” Casius drawled.“ It was a Darkshine, wasn’t it? Lucifers grandchild. We’ve been told to leave them be, but that little stunt still caused a lot of damage.” Devon narrowed his eyes, retorting,“ What, gonna torture me to tell you where he is or something? He’s just a kid; pretty sure his parents are already taking the steps to make sure it won’t happen again. Besides,” he added with a smirk,“ You’re all a bunch of fucking pansies. You all suck at torture, I do worse things to my own victims.”

“Yet another reason why we’re here, but not the main one for once,” Casius huffed, standing up and pulling a gold and silver blade from his pocket.“ We cant hurt the Demon; that would cause too much fuss, and he’s clearly very powerful. But you, on the other hand…”

“Did you not just hear me when I called you a bunch of pansies?” Devon snorted.“ You wont kill me. If I didnt have a bucket list to get through, I would welcome it, but you all wont do it.”

“There are other ways,” Casius smirked, nodding to Sirus, who flashed a length of rope into his hands and began to tie Devons arms behind his back. Devon rolled his eyes and joked,“ Ive done kinkier things than this. Think we should have a safeword?” Jackson deadpanned and stomped down on one of Devons wings, earning a sharp yelp and a long string of curses thrown at him. Casius chuckled and crouched in front of Devon again, holding the blade against his throat to make him look up.“ My my, you seem quite fond of your wings. You’ve been taking care of them rather well.”

“Just cause I fucking Fell doesn’t mean I don’t care about my looks,” Devon retorted.“ I don’t think you’d like your precious holy wings getting stomped on either.”

“I suppose,” Casius agreed, smirking.“ But that is the least of your worries right now.” He pulled the blade away as the other two angels moved to pin both of Devons wings down, bringing up another round of swearing as Casius stood up and walked behind him.“ Now, how should we do this…” Casius huffed, watching Devon writhe underneath them as he struggled to get away from them.

“Fucking- let go of my fucking wings-!” Devon snapped, but froze when he felt Casius’ blade press against the base of one of his wings. He tsk'ed, shaking his head.“ My my, Devon, such foul language. Just another reason added onto your list of why we should do this.”

“Wait-” Devon sputtered, turning to watch Casius with wide eyes.“ Im- you arent-”

“Ah, so now you’re catching up,” Casius grinned, pressing the blade down harder, causing Devon to yelp and struggle again as blood began to seep from the wound.“ Im surprised you didnt catch on earlier, but that’s your problem~”

“You cant just do this because I was there!” Devon protested.“ I didnt do anything-!”

“Exactly; you didnt do anything. Nothing to help the poor humans getting attacked, or to stop the demons from destroying everything. You could have gotten praise for helping, but you didnt. I, personally, take that as an offence. You really dont want to help anyone.”

“Im- Casius, come on, you cant take my wings, please-” Devon pleaded.“ Anything else, I dont care what it is, anything but this-”

“No,” Casius smirked.“ Thats exactly why we’re doing this. Because for once, it’s something you /really/ dont want us to do.”

“I mean it! Ill fucking do anything, just dont-!” Devons voice broke off into a shriek when Casius pushed the blade harder against his wing, breaking the skin and pushing against bone. He huffed and glanced at Sirus as Devon struggled even harder below him, asking,“ Sirus, do you have your knife? It has a better edge for cutting through bone.”

“NO, DONT DO THIS-!” Devon shrieked, yelping again when Sirus stepped down on his wing and handed Casius a knife with a saw-like blade. He twirled the blade in his hands for a moment, then moved back to start sawing away at the wing. Devon struggled and screamed every obscenity he knew at them, trying as hard as he could to free his wings so he could at least try to hit his assailants with them and get away; yet every struggle resulted in the knife digging in deeper and the two pinning him down to hit him or stomp down on his wings.

Then he couldnt feel his wing at all.

Devon froze when he realized this, eyes wide as he felt Casius move behind him and walk into his field of vision. He kept his eyes on the floor, shaking slightly as Casius chuckled,“ My, it isnt every day you see a one-winged angel, is it?” Devon hissed as Casius grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to look up as the angel held up the severed wing.“ Now, as much as Id love to see you try and flaunt yourself with just one wing, I do believe I’d like a pair to hang on my wall, not just the one.”

“Casius- please-” Devon begged, shaking harder.“ I-I get it! I know what I did, please just let me go-”

“What? No, you heard me, I want the other wing,” Casius huffed, letting go of Devons hair and stepping behind him again. This caused Devon to start struggling again, rambling and pleading again for them to stop. Of course, they werent listening, and soon enough he could feel the blade cutting through his other wing.

Devon didn’t struggle nearly as much this time, his energy drained as he started to go into shock. He eventually felt Sirus and Jackson step away from him, vaguely heard them chuckling and talking to each other as they held up his dismembered wings. He let out a startled yelp when he felt a hand sharply pull his head up by his hair, Casius now face-to-face with him.’‘ Maybe next time you’ll actually think for once.’‘

And with that, they were gone.

Devon wasn’t too sure how long he sat still for, but he knew he had to get up; he vaguely remembered Ingrid talking about how wounds could still get infected before they healed over, but… How was he supposed to tend to his wounds when they were out of his reach?

He carefully stood up, hissing in pain as he managed to squirm his arms out of the ropes Sirus had used; he must have only tied them tight enough to last for so long. Devon sorely rubbed his forearms, biting his lip anxiously as he thought of what to do next, but he was drawing a blank. He had no one to go to. No one knew he was Fallen. Except…

Devon let out a shaky sigh and picked up his jacket from the back of the couch, carefully pulling it on before flashing to Ingrids apartment. He stood in front of his door, hesitating for several long moments before knocking lightly.


// To start I would like to begin with my sincerest apologies. I should have gotten back to you MUCH sooner. I fully take responsibility for my rudeness to you, and hope you have not taken it as anger or me being upset. I cant remember what made me put this off, but in the end it does not matter. I am very sorry to keep you waiting as I have.

To clarify my point from before I did refer to Freed as feminine, but I will also state that I think 85% of Fairy Tail characters do have feminine features. You pointed out Gray, and I agree. Gray, Natsu, Laxus in the later episodes all have the same facial structure. Large eyes, thin noses, and pointed chins. It’s how the rest of the character design that pushes forward masculinity. Even things like posture help push that forward.

Another important part of my argument is I am using the word feminine out of lack for a better word.

The only way I can explain it is to say that Freed has very feminine features, but carries them in a masculine way. His long lashes could be boiled down to a feminine trait, along with his beauty mark, and long hair. As for his clothes I never meant that what he wears is feminine, but the silhouette he gives is.

He is slender, and his coat flares open and could give the impression of a dress. That is why I say his silhouette and clothes give him a feminine appearance. I feel like it is balanced, however, with the pose. Which gives the entire drawing a masculine feel.

When I try to explain these things I try to take it from the perspective of a designer.

I do not mean to insult Freed or his character. I love him, and I hate how he is characterized because I think is design is absolutely genius and works well as a fully male, powerful character. I am not trying to belittle or mock him, but assess what was used to create him, and see why it works.

As for the original comment about my own artwork, and how it has changed, I am still open to seeing your side of the argument, but I do not fully understand what has changed. If you are still interested in talking with me (which at this point I would not blame you if you didn’t) it would be helpful to me if you would send in examples of my old artwork and the features you have seen change. If you want to stay anonymous I do not have a problem with cropping your examples out and keeping your email (or whatever other information is sent in with a submission) completely private. I thank you for your interest in my work, your critique and your feedback. I appreciate it so much. I hope that you will respond, and if you decide to, I promise to give you a much more timely response.

FEB. *Liam Dunbar

Originally posted by neaarty

Liam’s P.O.V.

I take in a deep breath as I walk over to Y/N’s locker, hoping that I won’t embarrass myself. “It’ll be fine,” I whisper to myself, my handing holding the white bulky envelope with all the love letters I have written to Y/N in it. “All you have to do is is say like three sentences, and then hand her the the envelope. Easy,”

H-hey,” I say to Y/N, my heart picking up it’s face as she smiles at me. “I um… Have something for you.” I tell, almost shoving the envelope in her hand. “I um.. You can like, read it, if you like- want too,” Smooth Liam. Real smooth. 

“Sure,” She says, taking the envelope before Scott whisks me away to tell me about how I cant keep showing up to class late just because I want to talk to the girl I like. 

FEB. 8 2016

Dear Y/N.

So I’m just going to start off saying that this was Scott’s Idea to keep me calm, find my anchor. But you are off on some family vacation so I’m gonna write a letter instead. So as of the moment I am sitting in my room, my eyes are yellow and I am about to break my pen in half, but I have to write this letter so I can’t. 

I don’t know why I got mad, but I… You know what never mind. 

FEB. 8 2106

Dear Y/N

Second try. My eyes are back to normal and I thought I might as well finish my stupid damn letter. I tried writing to you while I was mad but then I kinda gave up and just sent you a text. I’m so lame. 

So I got mad at Stiles because he said something about my I.E.D. and I almost killed him. Kinda funny. I guess that’s just me. But Scott said to find my anchor, and I’m gonna be honest, I thought of you. I started writing the first draft of this but I got mad and thought I was being stupid so I ripped it in half and texted you.

Sorry if I’m disturbing your time in Hawaii. 

I looked over at Y/N, sitting with her friends. She was reading some of my letters, her friend (Friend’s name) talking her but Y/N was too concentrated on the letters to notice. Is that a good thing? 

“So did you do it?” Scott asked, noticing where my attention was. 

“Y-Yeah, this morning. I gave her the letters.” 

“Look at your pup Scott,” Stiles teased ruffling my hair, “He’s already getting the girls.”

“She hasn’t said yes.” I told him. But she also hasn’t talked to me today. 

Walking to my locker, I wanted to punch Stiles for trying to tell me that since she hasn’t talked to me, Y/N doesn’t like me. 

“I mean, she’s letting you down easy, so she doesn’t say no to my face.” He rambles on, I roll my eyes and open my locker. My attention now on the note that fell out. 

FEB. 10 2016

Dear Liam

You didn’t ruin my time in Hawaii, I was on the plane back home when you texted me. Also if you want to know something, your my anchor too. So how about I take you on a date sometime soon?

Xox Y/N