i could find a better video

Some (possible) references to the “old Taylor” I found in the “Look What You Made Me Do” lyric video:

Dear John:

I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday

Long Live:

How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you/We are the kings and queens, you traded your baseball cap for a crown

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together:

You called me up again tonight

All Too Well:

I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it

1989:

The birds in the video vs the birds on Taylor’s shirt

Blank Space:

As well as the whole list of names concept

Style:

Out of the Woods:

The monsters turned out to be just trees

Mija, serve your brother.

He is a year younger than me. 

We are children. My dad calls me to go outside with him to help fix the car. He needs me to find him a wrench in the garage. The garage is always filled with spiders and he knows I’m afraid. My brother is not. He’s inside playing video games. He doesn’t have to help look. He never has to help look. “You’re better at finding things.” 

Practice makes perfect. 

Mija, serve your brother.

My maternal grandma comes up to visit. The house is still a mess. I juggle honors classes, caring for the baby, caring for my brother, the bulk of the chores. Something had to give. My grandma looks at the house and then at me. “I could just beat you!” She growls. Nothing is said to my brother.

Later, she is helping make dinner. She brought a chicken and wants to show me how to cut it properly. I don’t want to. I’m tired from all the cleaning. She threatens to kick me. My mother says nothing about it. Just “You’ll have to learn to cook for when you have a husband!” My brother continues to play with his toys. 

I drop my honors classes.

Mija, serve your brother.

We’re in high school now. The washing machine has broken. It’s been broken for weeks. We’ve run out of money and can’t afford to go to the laundromat. My dad arranges for his sister to pick us up and take us to his parents house so we can use their washer.

I’ve done my own laundry since I was 12. I wash, dry, and fold and then put them in my hamper. I then decide to go on a walk. I come back hours later. “Thanks for leaving me with all the work!” My mother snaps. My brother is playing with our cousin.

I will not serve my brother. He can serve himself.

I put myself through college. I want a STEM degree. My days revolve around homework, notes, clubs, work. I no longer have time for all the housework. I will not sacrifice my education, my glimmer of a chance out of this nightmare. 

My brother lives on Youtube. He stays on Netflix until the sun rises. He is glued to the couch with the Playstation controller in his hands. Dishes are crusty. The laundry goes undone. The trash piles.The cat shits behind the chair because the litter is too dirty. He doesn’t want to pull his weight around the house.

My parents vent in frustration. 

“Why is your brother so lazy?”

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Coming Soon: Mountain Dew Holiday Brew and Pepsi Salted Caramel

It seems two new jolly-themed beverages will grace store shelves this holiday season for a limited time. A mixture of regular (green) citrus DEW and the longstanding (red) cherry variant Code Red, Mountain Dew Holiday Brew gets it’s color scheme from the reds and green color shceme associated with Christmas. This follows a theme of 2017 DEW flavors being primarily mixtures of existing flavors, such as DEW.S.A. being a mixture of the brand’s red, white, and blue flavors for Independence Day.

Meanwhile, the Pepsi line will be seeing a new limited edition flavor variant: Pepsi Salted Caramel. Whereas Holiday Brew’s link to the holidays primarily lies in its color scheme and naming, this cola will feature flavors of salted caramel treats, a favorite of those celebrating the holiday season.

These drinks aren’t due to release until November 6th, 2017. There is very little information available at this time, as they have only been leaked by a youtube review video. As such, the images above are the only I could find to share. Edit: Updated with better photo of Holiday Brew.

Stay tuned to MountainDewFTW, where we will be reporting on this and more DEW News.

KEITHS VLOG BROKE MY HEART SO HERES A FIC

MEGA THANKS to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for sending me quotes from the vlog so I could write this without internet and also motivating me


“I think it’s dumb.”

“Well of course you would, mullet,” Lance retorted.

“I’m just saying, there are better things we could be doing,” Keith fumed.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe trying to find Lotor?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shiro interrupted. “We haven’t found any trace of Lotor, so in the meantime, why not strengthen the coalition? It will be good for our allies to know more about their ‘defenders of the universe.’”

“Exactly,” Lance said. “So, Keith, get your butt in there and make a vlog!”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

Lance groaned. “Come on, mullet, it’s not rocket science. Vlog. Video. Log,” he drew the words out, one at a time. “Like a journal, but as a video.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Anything you want,” Shiro said. “Just be careful not to give away sensitive information, in case these ever get into the wrong hands.”

“Right. Sounds easy,” Keith muttered under his breath. Why couldn’t somebody else go first? That would make it easier. So far only Coran had done it, and Keith had learned from experience not to follow his example when it came to film making. But Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran were all working on castle upgrades, and Lance and Shiro had a one-on-one training session planned. That left Keith to sit alone in what Coran had deemed ‘the recording room,’ talking about himself. Something he’d never been particularly good at.

“Hey, man, take it easy,” Lance said. “No need to cry over it.”

“I’m not,” Keith said, confused.

Lance groaned again. “It was a joke.”

Of course it was a joke. Lance always made jokes. And they always flew right over Keith’s head.

“I’m not going to cry,” he said in frustration, after the door to the recording room had slid shut behind him. He sat down. Took a deep breath. Turned on the camera.

“I’m Keith, the pilot of the black lion…what should I say?” he asked. “I’m a paladin. I fly the black lion. I-I said that already, see that’s why I’m bad at this. What else am I supposed to tell you? Okay, um, I guess I’m part Galra…”

After stammering through an introduction, finding words seemed a little easier. Whenever they visited planets, people always seemed most interested—or disgusted—to learn about his heritage, so he opted to talk about that for a little while, pulling out his knife to try and bring up the memories of the trials. Then he remembered what Shiro had said about sensitive information. Maybe talking about the Blade’s secrets wasn’t such a good idea.

Keith paused, staring down at the knife, at his reflection in the shiny, rare metal. “I guess being part Galra is a big deal. Might explain why I was never really good at…connecting with people.” He thought back to the events on Arus, how Lance had tried to teach him some sort of team chant. He still thought it was dumb, not as dumb as this video, but still dumb enough. He said as much, and before he realized what he was doing, his face was heating up and he was raising his voice in anger. Why did he have to get angry so easily?

“I am so sorry,” Keith said, remembering all their allies would be watching this. He leaned back, closed his eyes to calm down. “I am so sorry, I guess…I have a bit of a temper, so…”

Words were becoming hard again. Sticking to his heritage, Keith realized, might also not be the best idea. He didn’t know enough to talk about it with the ease he’d like. And not knowing was making him angry. Not knowing where he came from. Not knowing where his mom went. Not knowing why she left.

Words were hard, but for some reason Keith couldn’t seem to make them stop coming out his mouth. Emotions were rushing out, and he couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore, but this wasn’t the time or place. There was never a time or place for the leader of Voltron to break down.

Breathing was getting hard, too. He felt tears coming, sniffled once, and frantically thought of a way to cover this up. But it was too late. He’d spilled his guts and now everyone was going to know, the team was going to know, the allied planets would know, the universe would know that Keith Kogane was just some scared little kid lost in space.

“I'm—I’m outta here! Get me outta here,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “I'm—I’m outta here!”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pilot Black, he couldn’t lead Voltron, even with Shiro back, hell, he couldn’t even make a damn vlog, whatever the hell that was. It was frustration more than anything that made him yell, “I said I wouldn’t cry!”

Keith stalked out of the recording room, the colours of the hallway swirling together as tears blurred his vision. It occurred to him that he’d left the camera on, but he didn’t care. He just needed to be alone. He was already alone. He was always alone. He was a loner. Right now, he needed to be alone somewhere safe from discovery.

He stumbled into his bedroom. He was dizzy, he couldn’t walk straight, he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a leader. He didn’t want to be a paladin. He just wanted to be home, alone in his cozy little desert shack, back when he liked being alone, when it was easy to pretend he didn’t care about his parents, when he had no idea that he was an alien.

Keith was really crying now, hot, messy tears dripping down his face. The armor that encased his shaking body was too tight, too constricting. He fumbled to get it off, piece by piece, fingers slipping over the smooth surface as he trembled with sobs, until eventually he gave up and sank to the floor. He was all alone. Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared. Why would they? All he’d ever done was push them away.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, crouched in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. Surely there were better things he could be doing right now. Like trying to find Lotor. Or training. He could’ve taken down the gladiator at least twice by now.

The sound of the door sliding open was barely audible. Just a gentle whoosh, a whoosh Keith had heard many times before. He didn’t pay it any attention, even as someone walked into the room and knelt beside him. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing up and down, slow and gentle, heard soft words being murmured in his ear. He tried to focus on that.

“Hey, Keith. Hey, it’s okay. Shhh, it’s okay, Keith, you’re alright.”

Keith swallowed hard and steeled himself to meet the kind pair of blue eyes that looked down at him.

“L-Lance?”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s me,” Lance smiled worriedly. He brushed tear-soaked bangs from Keith’s face. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I—” Keith froze. That was just the problem. He could never bring himself to open up. He never told anybody what was wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to take down all the walls he’d spent years putting up.

“It’s okay,” Lance soothed. “You can talk to me.”

“No, I can’t!” Keith cried, much louder than he’d meant to. Lance flinched. “Can’t you see that I can’t talk to you? I can’t talk to anybody! I’m no good at it. I can’t connect with people, I can’t open up. Nobody likes me, and I try so hard, but I can’t make people like me because I always push them away and I don’t mean to but it just happens because I don’t know how to do it any different and then I’m all alone but I don’t want to be alone anymore but I can't…I just…I can’t.”

“Keith.” Lance’s strong, steady hands found Keith’s shoulders. His voice was soft, caring. “What are you talking about, man? You’re not alone. I’m right here. I’m always here for you.”

Keith wiped viciously at the tears stained on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s get off the floor, huh?” Lance suggested. Keith nodded. Lance guided him to his feet and helped him take off the pieces of armor he’d missed. Keith tried to do it on his own, but he felt so clumsy and useless he ended up just standing there while Lance reduced him to the black bodysuit that was underneath all their armor.

Lance sat them both down on the edge of the bed, keeping an arm around Keith’s shoulders. He was still warm and a little bit sweaty from training, but Keith didn’t care. It felt good, Keith realized. It felt good to be close to someone and have them look out for you.

“We all care about you, Keith,” Lance said. “You do know that, right?”

“I…” Keith paused, “don’t know.”

“Well, we do. All of us. And yeah, okay, I guess your people skills could use a little work, but we know you’re trying. You’re part of the team, Keith. You’re family.” Lance squeezed his shoulder, smiling. Keith looked at him uncertainly. “What is it?” Lance asked.

“I’ve never had that before,” Keith admitted.

“You’d better get used to it,” Lance chimed. “Because we’re not going anywhere. We love you, man.”

“I love you too,” Keith managed. He was tearing up again. Lance pulled him in for a hug, and Keith went with his instinct to hug him back. Things weren’t great, but with Lance here, they were better. Speaking of which…

“How did you know to come find me?” Keith asked.

Lance ducked his head. “I, uh, kinda saw your vlog. You left the camera running.”

“The vlog,” Keith moaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking, saying all that stuff. And now the universe is going to see it. What do I do, Lance?”

“Don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been sent anywhere yet, and I’ll bet there’s a way we can delete it. And we could make a new one.”

“I don’t think my second time around will be any better,” Keith frowned.

“We’ll do it together,” Lance grinned. “We’ll call it ‘Get to Know the Two Bravest Paladins of Voltron!’ Razzle dazzle, right?”

“Yeah,” Keith chuckled. “Razzle dazzle.”

EVERYTHING IS BETTER WHEN YOU WORK TOGETHER.
If you are anything like me, I love it when Team Arrow gets together for a fitness video. For many reasons.
When they work together we get gems like this and we all fan-out into our favorite fan-outing feels. They are awesome, and by association it makes us feel pretty awesome too. Awww, our OTP are swolemates and we couldn’t be happier about it! Eeeeek!!
Then, we get inspired by it. “I want to do that.” “I could totally do that.” “ I need to find myself a partner so I could try that/do that.”
If you have a partner like this already, you know the strength it gives you. First, accountability, because now your not only doing the workout for yourself but you’re also doing it to help support someone else, and we as humans generally like to help others, it makes us feel good! And we are less likely to quit when someone is counting on us to keep going with them.
Second is the pride factor. You will push yourself a bit further because someone is watching and you don’t want to fail the workout in front of them. Excuses get thrown out because you don’t want to be a whiner. See, everything ends up more positive and encouraging which is extremely powerful in getting things done.
Third is the competitiveness. No one wants to be the weak one, so you at least match each other, and sometimes try to out do each other. And that does amazing things for both of you. You realize just what you are capable of.
My favorite thing about Stemily workouts is how much they compliment each other. Building each other up just makes you want to do more of it. It makes it more fun when you have someone telling you how much of a badass you are when you do it.
So, find yourself a partner. A friend, a significant other, heck I run with my mother-in-law and it’s great! Get to it! You got this!

Originally posted by felicitysmoakq

I need your help

READ THE DETAILED POST HERE :) 

Hi everyone! (I’m actually really nervous about this.. but.. here goes nothing..)

I am in need of your help. I’m gonna explain why. One of the reasons is actually very sensitive as I would be risking my family and my own safety if I did so say the sensitive reason why I’m asking for your help. Well, I have a few reasons why I’m doing this. I would be fine with sharing it to any of you if you want to know, just message me. I hope that you’ll read til the end. Please bear with me as this might be a long post. But I’ll try to summarize everything as much as I can. I might not share all the details because as I’ve said, it’s really risky and complicated. 

But I can’t take it anymore, I can’t just keep my mouth shut and let life drag me down as the days go by. It’s really heart-wrenching for me everytime I think about my situation, my family’s situation. This mess we’re in is even tearing our family part bit by bit. My mom and I aren’t in good terms because of this. This “mess” is the root of all the disaster that’s happening in my family right now. Ok, so I’m gonna tell you why I’m asking for your help. I have some plans to help my mom because we’re struggling financially, and by struggling, I mean that we’re really having a hard time financially. It’s actually the reason why I think she’s depressed. I noticed how she’s been irritable and sensitive lately, she’s also a lot more aggressive. I honestly don’t know where it started but I have a feeling that it’s due to our endless problems. 

Then, we had an argument. I talked back because I didn’t like the things she said. Take note : I know she didn’t mean any of the words she said, she was just able to tell us such horrible things because she’s stressed. I know because I’m completely aware of what my family is facing. She said things like how me and my siblings are such nuisances in her life, that we’re such a huge “responsibility”, that she wants to leave us, she threatened to poison us so we’d just die. I have two younger siblings and yes, I’m the eldest. My brother’s 12 while my little sister’s 10. So yeah, I know it sounds crazy and complicated, much like straight from a drama film. I cried, of course, I mean, who wouldn’t? I wasn’t able to contain my anger because I was truly hurt by the things she said, that’s why I was able to talk back. I know it’s wrong, very very wrong, but I’ve apologized. I can’t say that she accepted my apology because now she’s being cold to us. Specially to me. She acts as if I’m invisible. She doesn’t call me by my name, refers to me as ‘it/her’ when she talks about me with my younger siblings. I’m doing all the work at home, woke up very early to cook breakfast because she won’t do it. Me and my brother were even late because like I said, I had to do all the work by myself. It’s really taking a toll on me. And the fact that she’s really mad at me hurts me more.

Just this morning, I almost cried when a friend of mine smiled at me. Yes, it is that hard for me. To see someone smile at me, it’s as if someone lessened my pain somehow. I’m feeling really hopeless that’s why I decided to write this, to you. I am in desperate need of your help. Any amount will be very much appreciated. I will use the money to buy a new laptop for my blog because the laptop I’m currently using is broken, it’s actually a gift and it’s kinda old but It’s about to reach its limit. It might just suddenly break again and I don’t have enough money to have it repaired, (I have created a new blog) and a camera (a cheap or second hand mini dslr camera will do.) I’ve signed up to a blog advertising company and once I earn enough money from blogging or any other online job I could find, I want to make a business to help my mom out. Please, I’m not sharing these details with you to act meek so that you would give me money. I can’t ask help from my friends either because they’re all connected to that one “person” who wants to harm us. My boyfriend is trying his best to help me at the meantime but I don’t want to ask any more help from him like money because my mom doesn’t want to accept it. I’m sharing these details with you to let you know why I need your help. :( But all of our problems have one root, and I can’t tell you that root (unless you message me about it, I’d be okay with sharing it with you) because once I expose it, it’s like I’m calling out to the person who wants to .. I’m sorry, I really can’t say it. I actually thought of making a video about this, to explain everything elaborately (verbally) but I can’t either. Because I really cannot expose myself.  My mom doesn’t know I’m asking for your help, and I don’t have any plans of telling her yet.

If you’d like to send any amount of money, please message me via Twitter or here (on Tumblr) for the Paypal link. I can’t share it on here as well because it contains our location. It’s just really risky. We can’t ask help from anyone in my country because 1.) It could make our problem 10x more complicated and worse. 2.) We are all terrified to death if anyone finds us. 

I will be very grateful to any amount that you’re willing to give. And if it won’t be a bother, could you please reblog this? Thank you so much! <3

When things get better in the future, I will make video about this ^-^

Thank you so much and god bless you. <3

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This is going to be such a long post….

What to say about Jack’s show…

It’s weird. You watch someone on YouTube for so long and somehow, they don’t seem like a real person anymore, even though you keep telling yourself that they are. It just becomes routine to watch someone on a daily basis, it becomes the “norm” to you… To forget about all the shit you’re going through, to listen to what feels like a friend, or just to have someone talking while you’re busy doing something. It maybe the only bright part about your day, week, month, or even year. Hell, it’s probably been the only bright thing about my life since my brother died almost 4 years ago. To know that each day, you’ll have a reason to forget about everything bothering you, to smile, and to laugh. Even though these people you watch may not seem real anymore, it’s comforting to watch them. When I get in a dark mental space, I just watch YouTube, which has replaced my TV, and these YouTubers pull you out of that dark place, and you feel, well, sort of normal.

It’s not until you see someone live that all these feelings and emotions come flooding to you. Your mind knows they’re real, but when you see them live for the first time, your brain starts to believe it as well. Personally, only when you meet them, does everything ‘click’. That’s the only downside about these types of shows. I feel the exact same way when I see a band live… I can’t really explain how my brain works…

Anyways, going to see Jack, and it being his first solo tour date, was nothing more than astonishing, an honor, and a huge pleasure. No one has ever seen this show before, and to be at the very first show is something that I will never forget.

I personally feel like Jack is the most personable YouTuber there is. He seems absolutely and 100% genuine in everything he says, and to him saying it’s not about the fame, popularity, number of subscribers, or money, I truly and honestly believe him when he says that. And to hear him tell the story of, pretty much his life, growing up, starting on YouTube, to where he is now, is again, an honor.

Listening to Jack tell these stories of key parts of his life was just incredible. Everyone calls him the “loud Irish YouTuber”, and I can confirm that that is a perfect description of him. He’s so bombastic and talks to the crowd like he’s talking to each individual person in the audience. You feel, well, special.

Going back to the stories he told, it’s so different hearing these stories in real life than through a YouTube video… This was so much more intimate, and you learned so much more about him… What makes him tick, what he’s gone through to get to this point, and you can see why he is such a genuine person.

—–

It’s 2:30am, and my sister and I just got back from Jack’s Milwaukee show… And wow… I don’t even know where to begin. My mind is going a million miles an hour, and I want to say so much, and am speechless at the same time. My mind won’t let me process what just happened… So, I’ll just start at the beginning.

Coming up to Jack’s shows, I was beyond excited because we had 2 chances to see him live, something that most likely won’t happen again. After the Chicago show, I was still happy because we still had the Milwaukee show. Going to the Milwaukee show had me feeling a lot of different things. I was so excited to see how he was on stage compared to his first show.

During the show, you can tell how much more confident he was, that he wasn’t as nervous for the first show, but Jack, you looked pretty damn tired. Even though we had heard the stories from the Chicago show, my sister and I were still laughing so hard. Jack just has a way with words and how he tells stories. You can listen to him say the same thing, but the way he says it was just a little bit different, and it felt like I was hearing the story for the first time. The show was again, amazing.

After the show, my sister and I already said that we would try to meet Jack because, well, he has never been here and we know we would never have the chance again. There was so many people waiting with us. The security guard told us that Jack wouldn’t be coming out until 2am, that he will ignore everyone, and he will be surrounded by cops, and will not talk to anyone. Everyone but about 20 people left. So, we sat and stood around for hours… Probably about 3 hours. It was a little after midnight and there was 6 people left, and everyone was saying how it was probably time to leave.

We then spotted a group of people walking from the front of the building, and I instantly spotted Jack, and jumped up. We all looked at each other and stood in a line for some reason. Jack came up and said we were crazy for waiting this long, and I was the first one to ask him for a hug. Let me tell you something, Jack’s hugs are the absolute best. He just kept hugging tighter and tighter, and wow, writing this is making me tear up, something I have only done twice since.

He turned to my sister and I and we got to thank him. I told him about my brother, and a few other things. I didn’t say everything I wanted to say, but I said the important things. I’m so happy I got to tell him that he’s helped me out so much ever since my brother passed.

It’s been a very rough almost 4 years with really bad depression and PTSD, and constantly reliving the day I couldn’t save him, so to meet the guy that has helped me so much, helped me even more. He talked to us for almost 10 minutes and I cannot believe how sweet the guy is. He actually seemed to want to learn more and cared about everything my sister and I were telling him. Now I can say with 100% certainty that Jack is such a genuine and humble person.

We wanted the other 4 girls to have a chance to talk to Jack so we talked to Arin for almost another 10 minutes… I’ll write about that in a different post.

Vernon told us that they had to go, but before they left, Jack ran up to my sister and I and gave us such a big hug. I’m still at a loss for words right now…

I’m happy… I haven’t been this happy in the almost 4 years since my brother died. It’s just such a weird feeling… But I’m also sad at the same time, emotional too. I’m happy because I met one of the main people that I have looked up to, and someone who has helped me overcome some really rough shit. I’m also sad. Sad because those 15-20 minutes went by extremely fast. Sad that I know he will forget about my sister and I. Sad that I’m positive we’ll never meet him again. Sad that we can’t just sit down with him for a little, and just talk, and fully explain how thankful I am. There’s just so many conflicting emotions going through my head right now.

I think I’ve written more than enough, and it’s a few days later… I’m just going to end this with one last thing:
@therealjacksepticeye, I know I said this already, but I really just want to reiterate it. You have helped my sister and I so much more than you will ever know. We lost our brother on October 31st, 2013, when he was only 18. My brother and I played video games together all the time. We had the same exact hobbies. We did so much together. When he passed, it felt like my life was over. Then I found you. I found the loud Irish YouTuber, and at that point, I didn’t realize just how much you would help me down the road. You make me laugh, but most importantly, you make me smile at least twice a day, no matter how shitty I feel, or how bad my depression or PTSD is. You’re videos are sometimes the only good part about my day, and other times, they help make my day so much better.

Now, I really don’t have anyone to play games with, so my sister watches me play games. Not as much as I would like, but she used to always watch my brother and I play. I wish I could play video games like I used to when my brother was here.

Anyways, I just want to thank you again. You do not know how much you have helped my sister and I out, and I don’t think I will ever find the right words to explain.

We both really hope you come back to Chicago/Milwaukee again because we would love to see your show again, and see how it’s changed from the “test run”. (It would be lovely if you came back!)

We will never forget Sunday night. We still can’t process that we met you… Our minds still think it was all just a great dream. We really do hope we get the honor of meeting you again.

Thank you from the bottom our our hearts, and keep doing what you’re doing, because you have helped countless people. We love you! ❤️

P.S. My sister wants to ask you to a drum off. She’s been playing for almost a decade. 😊
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Character / Genre / words: Christian Yu ( DPR +IAN / Yu Barom ) x reader | Fluff | 7,115 words

Warning: Nothing yet. For now. Possible smut scene ahead

a/n: inspired by the infamous DM mishap which happened to me about a week ago or more, so I decided to just write the whole thing down as a cute reminder. This is the first time I’m writing for him, so I hope I do him justice | dedicated to: @rapmonluv , @meanyoongis who have been supporting me into actually writing this, and @2seoke who has shown me the light^^

Part 01 | Part 02 | Part 03


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This is a segment of Dr. Barry Taft talking about the Moorpark Shadow Person. In the late 1980s. A couple contacted Dr. Taft and his team, after suspecting that their house was haunted. The footage shows a black shadow figure manifest on camera, and the figure is seen reflected in the mirror. Due to its age and the reflection, many believe it to be authentic. However the documentary spoke with a video effect expert, who suggested that the film was reverting to a negative state after being exposed to bright light. What do you think?

Eyeshadow Part 1

A/N: So now I’m writing a thing for this too apparently. I hope people like it. I didn’t plan for angst and it’s not too intense but there are some feels later, not really in this part though.

Pairings: Prinxiety, background Logicality.

In a desperate attempt to get attention so this doesn’t totally flop: @prinxietys (sorry you’re great please Validate Me™)



“Hey Anxiety, if you HAD to have a new years resolution, what would it be?”

“Probably to find darker eyeshadow to better match my soul.”

“You, are an emo nightmare.”

“Thank you.”


It had been months and Roman couldn’t figure out why the exchange was still going around and around in his head.

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Pairing: Sam Holland x Reader

Requested by: @dej-okay

Request: hi! I noticed you were taking sam holland requests, and he’s my absolute smol bean, so I was wondering if I van request an imagine where the reader is always sad, and Sam notices, so he leaves little positive comments about her in her locker, or writes them on her folders, but she doesn’t know it’s him? 

*Notes: i luv sam he’s a qt


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anonymous asked:

Hi, I've seen RFA reacting to mc listening to kpop. So how about MC finding RFA+Saeran+V listening to kpop? I know since theyre Korean, it's regular music. But it's funny to see which groups they listen to:3 thank you so much for everything. ahaha sae-yoongi-buns x'D

LOL, that’s so true…hope you enjoy these hcs! Sorry it took forever~


Zen:

  • You were out doing a quick grocery run
  • But ended up coming home earlier than you thought
  • When you open the door, Zen was cleaning and vacuuming
  • Me Gustas Tu by Gfriend was blasting on his speakers
  • He was doing the dance moves and everything
  • So you just watch and purposely accidentally takes a video
  • When Zen spins around and sees you, he’s tripping over everything trying to turn it off
  • “It’s for a show,” he tries to explain.
  • “Uh-Huh, Sure.”
  • For the next week, you use the video for blackmail
  • “Aww, babe, I don’t wanna take out the garbage again!”
  • The video begins to play and he’s out the door like lightning
  • After awhile, you find yourself humming along
  • It’s not long before you’re jamming together

Yoosung:

  • You had come to visit him since he had been locking himself up to study lately
  • He left his window open and you can hear Bad by Infinite coming through
  • You giggle and ring the doorbell
  • He thinks it’s just the mailman, so he leaves the music on
  • When he opens the door and sees you standing there, his eyes go wide
  • He didn’t expect you..and the music was still going
  • “O-oh! Haha…the music…it’s just on some weird shuffle. Must’ve added this by accident.”
  • You almost believe him until the next song comes on
  • The Eye by Infinite blasts from him room
  • He’s so embarrassed, he can’t look you in the eye for half an hour
  • You feel bad, so you just say, “I bet your bias is Sungjong.”
  • He looks very offended
  • “I’ll have you know…It’s Sunggyu.”

Jaehee:

  • She brought home some extra paperwork
  • So, you didn’t want to bother her
  • She put in her headphones and set to work
  • After a few hours, you brought her a cup of coffee
  • Your presence startled her and she jerked awkwardly, making her headphones unplug from her phone
  • Beautiful by Monsta X blasted into the open air
  • You two stare at each other for a few long moments
  • Jaehee just quietly says, “There’s a reason I have headphones on.”
  • Finally pulling yourself together, you manage, “Jaehee, what are you listening to?!”
  • She gathers her headphones off the ground
  • “Beautiful melodies….Stan Monsta X, MC. Stan talent.”

Jumin:

  • He asked you to help test out a new stereo system he bought for his place
  • He says to play something off his phone
  • You find a playlist named, “Jammin’ Han”
  • You don’t know what to think so you just click it
  • Eyes, Nose, and Lips by Taeyang starts blasting throughout his home
  • He was upstairs when it started, and you expected him to rush down to turn it off
  • Instead, he casually comes down and is humming it
  • He’s fixing a wire and smiles up at you, “I didn’t know you enjoyed this song as well.”
  • “Actually…I just played it off of one of your playlists…”
  • His eyes grow wide and he gets really flustered
  • You think it’s because his playlist actually has a lot more mainstream and trot songs than you would’ve expected him to listen to
  • But no…he’s mortified that you found out what he named his playlist
  • What a dork


Seven:

  • You guys wanted some snacks, so he says to hop on his car
  • Only, he forgot the bluetooth on his phone was still connected to that particular car
  • Ice Cream Cake by Red Velvet starts blasting
  • After you get over your initial heart attack and lower the volume, you just stare at him
  • He doesn’t say anything
  • He’s just looking out the window in utter shame and embarrassment
  • There’s just a long awkward silence before you start giggling
  • “Do you know the dance moves too?”
  • “Maybe…”
  • “Well, turn it up, fam!” you say as you jump out of the car and start doing the dance in the garage
  • Cue him blasting it and dancing with you
  • You both are horrible, but who cares
  • Saeran walks in to check what’s up with the noise
  • He sees you both and slowly backs away before he ends up being dragged into something stupid

Saeran:

  • You stop by his house unexpectedly one day
  • He was still in the shower, and unbeknownst to him, you can hear his speakers blasting
  • The faint echoes of Not Today by BTS comes from the bathroom
  • You almost want to scream when you hear him yell, “Chong! Jojun! Balsa!” in a high pitched voice
  • You’re nice enough not to record him
  • But you do sit close to the door and listen as he finishes the song
  • He trips over you on his way out
  • Thankfully he’s already dressed not seeing any of that…not today
  • You grin, “I didn’t know you had a hidden talent of rapping….NOT.”
  • He jumps up and starts running after you
  • You run from him so long, you two end up being wiped on the couch
  • He finally grabs your phone, thinking you had recorded him
  • When he finds no video, he just screams in a pillow
  • So much for that shower

V:

  • He’s editing his photos in the dining room one day
  • He usually listened to Mozart or classical jazz most of the time
  • So you were quite surprised when you heard a familiar tune coming through the speakers
  • You turn it up so you could hear it better, and you recognized it as Prism by Shinee
  • V said he started listening to them when you mentioned of their music
  • You remember only vaguely talking about them, and you didn’t think he would get so into them
  • You start scrolling through his playlist and see songs from EXO, f(x), Super Junior, amongst others
  • You realize you accidentally turned him into a kpop stan

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BTS Reaction to finding their s/o’s blog/youtube channel

request: Hi Could you do a reaction of bts finding a blog or youtube channel where their s/o uploads videos dancing/singing or rapping

A/N: sorry it’s a bit sucky, I was quite tired while writing them

[requests are open]

-Kim Seokjin-

Jin would be amazed nonetheless and a bit irritated that you kept this from him especially since you usually told each other eveything. He would confront you about it and continuously praise you about your singing.

“How could you keep this from me jagiya? I’m hurt.” “But you really do have a great voice, it suits you very well.”

Originally posted by jjilljj

-Kim Namjoon-

He would be thoroughly excited when he found your youtube channel. He had no idea you could sing AND rap, but was glad he was learning more about you. Namjoon would talk to you about it a soon a you came home.

“I didn’t know you could sing (y/n)!” “How long have you been doing it?”

Originally posted by bangdulce

-Min Yoongi-

Impressed, that’s just about it. He had found your videos from a couple of fans who had sent links to your youtube. Yoongi never thought you were able to rap so greatly, and he would try to collab with you.

“You rap. Why haven’t you told me?” “We should collab. Or maybe have you feature on cypher.”

Originally posted by btsgotsvt

-Jung Hoseok-

Hoseok would be surprised, but proud after finding your the blog where you had posted choreography videos you had made yourself. He’d see how happy it made you, so he wouldn’t mind that you’ve kept it from him. He’d want to have dance parties with you.

“You’re dancing is great!” “Come and dance with me (y/n)”

Originally posted by nycbtslover

-Park Jimin-

Jimin would fee slightly intimidated by how well you could sing and dance after finding your youtube channel. But since he loved the way your voice sounded he would ask you to sing to him the instant you had come over. He would understand why you kept it a secret.

“Please sing for me?” “Wow, can you teach me that dance move?”

Originally posted by ciutae

-Kim Taehyung-

Taehyung would be a bit whiny and would pout at you after finding your blog. He loved the idea that you loved had a passion for singing just like he did. It’s your rapping that messed him up. He kept whining that you were better than him, even if you told him you weren’t.

“What if Namjoon asks you to be on cypher?!” 

Originally posted by saikokpop

-Jeon Jungkook-

Jungkook would already know that you could sing and dance, but it bothered him that you kept your youtube channel a secret from him. He would confront you about it, but wouldn’t be mad for long. He’d constantly ask to be in your videos.

“I wanna be in your videos!” “Please??”

Originally posted by ken-z-the-aesthetic-queen

“The Wrong Derek” - Derek Hale

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

(not my gif)

REQUEST: (Y/N) kinda skypes Derek by accident and she is working on a project or Something and then they just start talking and over the course of a few weeks they meet up.

(Y/N) had spent most of her childhood in Beacon Hills before she had to move out at the age of thirteen to go live in New York with her family when her father got promoted. The young girl hadn’t been too delighted to leave her friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski behind but she had promised them that they will see each other again one day. And (Y/N) had kept her promise.

After building a new life in New York, she still spent hours on the phone with Scott and Stiles over the years and when she came back to Beacon Hills, it felt like Nothing had changed between the three of them, except for the fact that they were now grown-ups.

(Y/N) had arrived in Beacon Hills less than a week ago, and Scott and Stiles had welcomed her home with open arms. She was staying in her old house – which her parents desired to keep in order to move back in Beacon Hills at an older age.

(Y/N) placed her laptop on a shelf and went on Skype to have a little catch up with her brother. She clicked on his name and waited for him to accept the video-call. While waiting, she started working on a painting which she had started the previous day. (Y/N) was an art student in New York and they had been given a project to work on over the holiday break.
(Y/N) started humming a song while cleaning her paintbrushes.
“Uh, hello?” A voice said and (Y/N) jumped. She turned around and saw an unfamiliar face on her computer screen which was definitely not her brother’s.
“Who is this?” The man on the video-call asked, confused. “Scott?”
“Who the hell are you?” (Y/N) asked as she took a closer look to the man.
“What do you mean? You’re the one who called me!” The man said defensively.
“No, I didn’t! I don’t even know who you are!” (Y/N) said, also very confused about the whole situation. “Did you hack into my computer?”
“Wha- No! I’m Derek Hale.” The man said as if it justified everything.
“You’re- Oh, damn it!” (Y/N) said. “That’s not my computer!” She added.
“Could you tell me what’s going on here?” Derek asked, still confused and also a little annoyed at this waste of his time.
“I meant to call my brother, his name is also Derek. But Scott and I must have switched computers by accident this morning.” (Y/N) explained and swearing under her breath.
“You know Scott McCall?” Derek asked, surprised to find out that Scott had a friend Derek knew nothing about.
“No, I just stole his computer and thought it would be fun to skype all of his contacts at random.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“How do you guys know each other?” Derek asked, ignoring the girl’s sarcastic comment.
“We grew up together.” (Y/N) replied as she picked up her phone to let Scott know she had his computer.” You know you can hang up the video-call, right?” She told Derek who seemed to feel like he had to make the conversation.
“Yeah, well, I got nothing better to do so I don’t mind the compagny.” Derek shrugged.
(Y/N) tried to suppress a smile.
“What’s your name, by the way?” Derek asked.
“(Y/N).” She said. “Wait, are you the Derek Hale?” She added as she looked at her screen more closely.
“Uh, yeah? I’m pretty sure there is only one Derek Hale around here.” He said, raising his eyebrows.
“I’ve heard a lot of things about you.” (Y/N) declared.
“Don’t believe everything you hear in this town.” Derek said.

There was a short and awkward silence for a minute or two while the two of them stared at each other on their computer screens.
“What’s that you’re working on?” Derek broke the silence and changed the subject. He knew (Y/N) must have heard about the fire which killed most of his family as well as the false accusation against him for the murder of his sister, Laura Hale. These ere the rumours and gossip going around about Derek Hale and he didn’t want (Y/N) to judge him upon those things.
“Oh. It’s just a painting I’m working on for school. I’m an art student.” (Y/N) stated.
“It looks nice.”
“Thanks. But it’s no way near done.” (Y/N) said with a shy smile. “Listen, I gotta go. My brother is waiting for me to call.” (Y/N) added.
“No problem. Make sure to call the right Derek though.” Derek said with a laugh.
“I’ll try.” (Y/N) smiled. “Have a good day, then.” She said before she hung up the call, still smiling.

The next day, (Y/N) asked Scott if she could borrow his computer and when she got home, she walked into her garage – where she was working on her art project,  and settled the computer on a shelf and called Derek Hale on Skype.
“You got the wrong Derek again.” Derek said once he had accepted the video-call.
“Nope. not this time.” (Y/N) said, smiling. “I thought you could use the compagny.”
“I’m not that lonely, you know.” Derek laughed.
“Oh, so you don’t appreciate my compagny anymore?” (Y/N) asked with a smug.
“I didn’t say that.” Derek said.

The video-call lasted hours that day. They talked about all sorts of things, trying to get to know each other a little better and even when they weren’t talking at all, none of them wanted to end the call. Derek would quietly Watch (Y/N) work on her painting while she hummed a song every now and then and he was surprised to find himself smiling like an idiot at his computer screen.

Over the following days, it had became an habit for (Y/N) to call Derek on Skype everytime she was working on her art project and it quickly and surprisingly became the moment of the day she was the most looking forward to.
“Hi.” Derek said after he accepted the video-call once more.
“Oh, sorry.” (Y/N) said. “Wrong Derek.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m kidding, relax!” (Y/N) laughed.
“Ha-ha. Very funny.” Derek rolled his eyes.
“Anyway, what about we grab a coffee sometime?” (Y/N) asked.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” Derek smiled. “When?”
“What about now?”
“Uh, y-yeah.” Derek said, taken aback.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to.” (Y/N) added quickly.
“No! I want to. Of course I want to.” Derek declared. “I’ll meet you at the coffee house in ten minutes, then?”
“I’ll be there.” (Y/N) said with a smile and hung up the video-call.

Derek and (Y/N) met for the first time that day. They were both a little nervous at first, but they were so comfortable around each other that it felt like they had known each other for ages. The night was falling upon Beacon Hills and Derek and (Y/N) felt like they were the only ones in the world right now, and it was more than enough. And as they were laughing in a corner of the coffee house, (Y/N) was glad to have skyped the “wrong Derek”.