i don't know if any movie will ever top it for me

  1. The meaning behind my url:
  2. A picture of me:
  3. How many tattoos i have and what they are:
  4. Last time i cried and why:
  5. Piercings i have:
  6. Favorite band:
  7. Biggest turn offs:
  8. Top 5 (insert subject):
  9. Tattoos i want:
  10. Biggest turn ons:
  11. Age:
  12. Ideas of a perfect date:
  13. Life goal:
  14. Piercings i want:
  15. Relationship status:
  16. Favorite movie:
  17. A fact about my life:
  18. Phobia:
  19. Middle name:
  20. Height:
  21. Are you a virgin?
  22. What’s your shoe size?
  23. What’s your sexual orientation?
  24. Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?
  25. Someone you miss:
  26. What’s one thing you regret?
  27. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:
  28. Favorite ice cream?
  29. One insecurity:
  30. What my last text message says:
  31. Have you ever taken a picture naked?
  32. Have you ever painted your room?
  33. Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?
  34. Have you ever slept naked?
  35. Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?
  36. Have you ever had a crush?
  37. Have you ever been dumped?
  38. Have you ever stole money from a friend?
  39. Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?
  40. Have you ever been in a fist fight?
  41. Have you ever snuck out of your house?
  42. Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?
  43. Have you ever been arrested?
  44. Have you ever made out with a stranger?
  45. Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?
  46. Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?
  47. Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor?
  48. Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?
  49. Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?
  50. Have you ever seen someone die?
  51. Have you ever been on a plane?
  52. Have you ever kissed a picture?
  53. Have you ever slept in until 3?
  54. Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now?
  55. Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?
  56. Have you ever made a snow angel?
  57. Have you ever played dress up?
  58. Have you ever cheated while playing a game?
  59. Have you ever been lonely?
  60. Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school?
  61. Have you ever been to a club?
  62. Have you ever felt an earthquake?
  63. Have you ever touched a snake?
  64. Have you ever ran a red light?
  65. Have you ever been suspended from school?
  66. Have you ever had detention?
  67. Have you ever been in a car accident?
  68. Have you ever hated the way you look?
  69. Have you ever witnessed a crime?
  70. Have you ever pole danced?
  71. Have you ever been lost?
  72. Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?
  73. Have you ever felt like dying?
  74. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
  75. Have you ever sang karaoke?
  76. Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?
  77. Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?
  78. Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?
  79. Have you ever kissed in the rain?
  80. Have you ever sang in the shower?
  81. Have you ever made out in a park?
  82. Have you ever dream that you married someone?
  83. Have you ever glued your hand to something?
  84. Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?
  85. Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked?
  86. Have you ever been a cheerleader?
  87. Have you ever sat on a roof top?
  88. Have you ever brush your teeth?
  89. Have you ever ever too scared to watch scary movies alone?
  90. Have you ever played chicken?
  91. Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
  92. Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger?
  93. Have you ever broken a bone?
  94. Have you ever been easily amused?
  95. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?
  96. Have you ever mooned/flashed someone?
  97. Have you ever cheated on a test?
  98. Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?
  99. Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?
  100. Give us one thing about you that no one knows.
Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.
Questions to ask me!
  1. How are you doing today?
  2. How tall are you?
  3. What color are your eyes?
  4. What is your zodiac sign?
  5. When is your birthday?
  6. What is your sexual orientation?
  7. Do you have/want any tattoos?
  8. Do you have/want any piercings?
  9. Who is your best friend?
  10. What makes you happy?
  11. What are your top 5 favorite bands?
  12. What are your top 5 favorite songs?
  13. What are your favorite song lyrics right now?
  14. What are your top 5 favorite movies?
  15. What are your top 5 favorite TV shows?
  16. Favorite blog?
  17. Favorite color?
  18. Favorite book?
  19. Favorite animal?
  20. Favorite food?
  21. Are you a vegetarian?
  22. Biggest pet peeve?
  23. Are you single?
  24. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?
  25. Describe your crush?
  26. Describe your dream girl/guy?
  27. Who was the last person you held hands with?
  28. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
  29. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
  30. Random fact about yourself?
  31. Do you play any instruments?
  32. What are you bad habits?
  33. Do you smoke, drink or do any drugs?
  34. Are you outgoing or shy?
  35. Do you have trust issues?
  36. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
  37. Where are you from?
  38. Where would you like to travel?
  39. Have you ever been arrested?
  40. What pisses you off?
  41. What turns you on?
  42. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
  43. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
  44. Do you believe in life on other planets?
  45. Do you believe in love at first sight?
  46. Do you believe in ghosts?
  47. Are you afraid of the dark?
  48. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
  49. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
  50. Do you regret anything from your past?

destielisgonnabecanon  asked:

hey there, i'm writing an essay about how destiel is real for a friend of mine and I was wondering what you think the most important pieces of meta that i should put in? can you recommend anything?

Hi - wow, that’s some dedication. All I did for my friends was send them some links - and, on one memorable occasion, I spent one entire 30 minutes conversation occasionally glancing at my (female&blinded by heteronormativity) friend’s lips instead of looking at her eyes, and by the end of it she was uncomfortable af and half convinced I was into her, and that’s when I presented her with a list of gifsets like -

- and basically dropped my mic and sashayed out.

(Man, I wish my hair was long enough to be flicked back.)

She changed her mind after that, by the way. And it’s really weird how most behaviours and gestures are used on screen precisely because we understand them as human things we all do on a deep level, and yet we’re suddenly unable to figure out what they mean if they’re not about a man and a woman. Uh.

(That applies to me as well, by the way. We see what we know about, not what is actually there, and that’s just inevitable - but can be unlearned, with some patience and many, many mistakes.)

Anyway, here are a bunch of things - I hope they’re useful.

Also, the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU, and the entire S11, because, again, that Amara thing didn’t make sense without Destiel subtext, and finally @deanswingsbothways’ drunken rant (spoiler: contains the line “Destiel is not a story we are telling each other. Destiel is a story we are being told.” and bless).

You should also consider pimping your essay a bit, because there are a lot of posts and gifsets about how Destiel is regularly paralleled with canon couples on Supernatural, or follows the same rules as romantic relationships in movies. Here’s a bunch of them: Destiel and Sam/JessDestiel vs Dean/AnnaDestiel vs Sam/Amelia, Destiel vs David/VioletDestiel and Spuffy, Destiel and Clexa, Destiel and Phoebe/ColeDestiel vs Charlie/Gilda, Destiel vs every other couple on SupernaturalDestiel and Lucifer having funDestiel and romantic movies, Destiel and the Doctor, Destiel and Belle/Rumplestiltskin, Destiel and Tangled, Destiel and Saileen, and, of course, the beautiful and despairing trainwreck that was Repo Man.

And finally, there was that one time I went crazy and spent an entire weekend mapping every single love trope they’ve ever used around those two idiots in love, because I was just that fed up and the thing’s there, okay, and the more they say it’s not the more layers of tropes and mirrors and longing glances and narrative parallels they keep slathering on top of this thing, so, whatever and who even knows. At this point, you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because they’re homophobic or assume their audience is homophobic, and you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because of internal narrative reasons (God knows both Dean and Cas are never going to believe they’re actually good enough for each other), but to say there’s nothing there at all - that’s beyond whatever.

Anyway, my post is here, and these were the final conclusions:

As you may have guessed, this is something I’m sort of interested in - I came for the monsters and started to reblog stuff out of spite when I realized I was being treated like a crazy fangirl who sees love everywhere because women (right). If you’re looking for more sugary goodness, I tag stuff as destiel, spn meta (my own opinions), awesome meta (other people’s opinions), love tropes and parallels, and you can also have a look at some excellent meta writers who have eyes and therefore see Destiel and sometimes discuss it - people like @elizabethrobertajones​, @grey2510​, @tinkdw​, @bluestar86​, @mittensmorgul​, @floralmotif​, @k-vichan, @treefrogie84, @thevioletcaptain or @postmodernmulticoloredcloak (and I know I’m forgetting someone - that’s what sleeping four hours does to you, sorry). So, again - I know this post is a bit ‘join our cult’ (which is what you asked for, but still), but really - what I like about this fandom is that we can talk about stuff and we can disagree about stuff and still be friends, but this new idea currently spreading in the real world like wildfire - that not only you can have your own opinions (totally legit), but you can also have your own facts - nope. I hope your friend reads your essay (you’re welcome to share it, by the way) and sees that yes, there’s objectively something going on. If they still don’t, the final test is, “What if Cas were a woman? Would you see it then?” 

(And we all know the answer to that question, don’t we?)

Seriously, good luck.

EDIT - More great meta

( @destielisgonnabecanon - you’re welcome! Go win that bet! 😁)

The Lego Movie - Sentence Starters
  • "Cover your butt."
  • "Oh, now there's a prophecy."
  • "All this is true, because it rhymes."
  • "That was a great, inspiring legend...that you made up."
  • "Good morning, apartment!"
  • "Ah here it is, the instructions to fit in, have everyone like you, and always be happy!"
  • "Wear clothes. Whoops, almost forgot that one!"
  • "Honey, where are my pants?"
  • "What was I just thinking? Ah, I don't care."
  • "Take everything weird and blow it up!"
  • "Who wants to eat some delicious chicken wings and get craaazyyyy?!"
  • "...I think I heard a whoosh."
  • "I feel like maybe I should touch that."
  • "So you've never heard of the prophecy?"
  • "I watch a lot of cop shows on TV, isn't there also supposed to be a good cop?!"
  • "That guy's not a criminal mastermind."
  • "We all have something that makes us something, and ____ is...nothing."
  • "Am I gonna die?!"
  • "Yes, we've told him he'll live so he doesn't try to escape, but...we're lying to him."
  • "Come with me if you wanna not die."
  • "What are you, a DJ?"
  • "Darn darn darn, darny, darn!"
  • "Oh my g-o-s-h!"
  • "I'm not sure exactly why you'd bring that up."
  • "I never have any ideas."
  • "Blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff."
  • "I think I got it. But just in case... Tell me the whole thing again, I wasn't listening."
  • "How scary can someone's office be?"
  • "This meeting could run a little bit...deadly."
  • "It makes me just want to pick up whoever's standing closest to me and just throw them through this window!"
  • "All I'm asking for is total perfection!"
  • "Howdy guys! Come sit on me!"
  • "I don't think he's ever had an original thought in his life."
  • "Introducing, the double decker couch! So everyone can watch TV together and be buddies!"
  • "That idea is just the worst."
  • "Your mind is so prodigiously empty that there is nothing in it to clear away in the first place."
  • "I'm dark and brooding too! ...Guys, look! A rainbow!"
  • "Any idea is a good idea! Except the not happy ones."
  • "I know what you're thinking: he is the least qualified person in the world to lead us! And you are right!"
  • "You are so disappointing on so many levels."
  • "This is not how Batman dies!"
  • "Somebody get me some markers! Some construction paper! And some glitter glue!"
  • "I'm here to see...your butt."
  • "You're telling me that you have a machine to control the universe and you can't listen to tunes in surround sound?"
  • "I want speakers that you can hug with your arms and your legs."
  • "I didn't draw that, is that me exploding?!"
  • "Must be weird. One minute, you're the most special person in the universe. The next, you're nobody!"
  • "Unfortunately, I'm going to have to leave you here to die."
  • "So I guess running around and screaming is normal."
  • "You don't know me, but I'm on TV, so you can trust me."
  • "What in the world is that? It's adorable."
  • "Do not eat me!"
  • "Why is the dragon on top of the luxury condo development?"
  • "You don't have to be the bad guy."
  • "He's the hero you deserve."
  • "Everything is awesome!"

anonymous asked:


oh boy oh boy anon christmas is coming early this year lets get the show started


- jake is the little spoon no questions asked

- one night jake just plopped himself in front of rich, curled his legs up and wrapped richs arm around him and rich was like :00!! and pulled jake against his chest while snuggling into him

- rich is very competitive

- one time the squip squad went to hilltop or someplace like that and he goes beast during laser tag theres no mercy whatsoever he will shoot anyone. one time jake was like “hey you wanna team up?” and rich was like “haha yeah sure :)” but he shoots jake and sprints off and jake is like BRO!!! rich will not put up with teaming up he is a lone wolf and he will win this game on his own

- he wins every time and everyone just groans 

Keep reading

White T-shirt (Mark Fluff)

Mark X Reader

Genre: very fluffy

Word count: 900+

You and Mark had waited forever for this day, the day you both had free time. Mark was busy promoting 24/7 in NCT, the group he was a member of, and you were always so busy with school. You were unbelievably proud of him for participating in so many debuts, comebacks, and much more. You couldn’t help but miss him though, he was gone so often. He missed you just as much. But today was finally the day, you two could hang out together!

You sat on the couch exhausted from the day, then you got that text from Mark, and it felt like you had 1000 bolts of energy surging through you


Mark: I’m on my way darlingggg 💗

You: Ew you’re cheesy 😜😜

Mark: Hey, that’s my job lmao. See you soon~

Your heart was beating one million miles a minute, you were finally going to see Mark after months of waiting!

You heard a small knock at your door, you ran at the speed of light and opened it with a smile. There was your beautiful boyfriend Mark Lee. He walked closer to you and without any words, squeezed you tight in his arms and kissed the top of your head. “I missed you so much.” He said breaking the silence. “I missed you more, you don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” You replied back. “I know (y/n). I’m so lucky to have you, I really do appreciate how patient you are and how you’re always supporting me. I wish I could be here with you all the time.” Mark said shyly. You were blushing out of your wits. “Mark, I’ll always be here for you. I love you, and I don’t know what I would do without you.” You said sweetly. Mark giggled slightly, “who’s the cheesy one now, huh?” He smiled. You stuck out your tongue at him and started laughing. “Yo, I have to go to the bathroom really bad, I’ll be back out okay?” He said, making his way to the bathroom.

“Okay, I’m gonna get some pajama’s on while you do that.” You said back. He headed for the bathroom and you jogged to your room quietly. You grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and slipped them on. Then you saw a white t-shirt laying on the floor. It was Mark’s shirt, he had left it last time he was over. You picked it up and held it for a moment, smelling it to see if it was alright to wear. Your eyes widened in shock, it still smelled just like him. You took off your blouse and put the white t-shirt on and went back to sit on the couch, grabbing a big blanket on the way. You sat patiently waiting for Mark to be finished, he was changing into his pajama’s too. You heard the door to the bathroom open and Mark’s small footsteps coming toward you.

“So I was thinking maybe we could wat-” Mark paused his sentence and looked at you with wide eyes. You were scared for a moment. “Is that my shirt (y/n)?” He said. You nodded slowly. “Oh, sorry yeah it’s yours, it’s just-” you paused for a moment too. “What?” He said confused. You continued, “It’s just that, it smells just like you, and things that remind me of you make me really happy.” Mark looked at you and started giggling his cute little giggles, he walked over to you and snatched the blanket out of your hand. “Hey!” You said, surprised, and then Mark picked you up off the couch and wrapped you inside the large blanket, covering your entire head and body and sat you on his lap and squeezed you tight. “(y/n)” he finally said after the random act of affection. “What” you said laughing, the blanket muffling your voice. “You are literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” He said. Mark had a thing for seeing you in his clothes, he thought it was the most adorable thing ever. And when you said stuff that reminds you of him makes you happy, his heart fluttered at the cuteness. You were lucky Mark had wrapped you under the blanket, or he would be able to see what a blushy mess you were. “Mark, I love you.” You mustered out. He unwrapped you from the blanket and turned you around on his lap to face him. He pressed a little peck onto your lips. “Bet I love you more!” He said. You giggled, and said “BET BOI??” Mark laughed, and started tickling you, you kicked and let out a cry, you were very ticklish. But so was Mark, so you decided to strike back and tickle his armpits. He shouted and couldn’t stop giggling, you loved his goofy little smile with all your heart. “OKAY, YOU WIN!!” He mustered out through laughter. You let out an evil laugh. “I knew I would sucka.” You sat down next to him and he muffled your hair.

“So anyways, I was thinking we could watch a movie.” He said, turning to you. You nodded approvingly. “Sounds good to me. But, what movie?” You asked. He smiled his goofy smile again. “Moana!” He finally said. “It’s on Netflix now and I haven’t gotten to watch it yet!” He was so giddy about the movie. You smiled at Mark and nodded. He gave a small cheer and grabbed the remote. You couldn’t help but snicker at how cute Mark was. He’s a dork, you thought. But he’s my dork. And you guys settled down for the night.

Originally posted by neotechs

lonelywalkingpotato  asked:

Aysel! ^^ I hope this is not a bother to you, but could you write about RFA+V+Saeran unintentionally say something insensitive to fem!MC? My friends actually did this today and I feel kinda down about it. I know they mean well, though. If you don't wanna, you don't need to write about this, I'll probably be fine lol. If you do, though, thank you in advance! --Yuu who idolizes your writing <3

Hello! I know this is late, but I hope you’re alright now^^ 

This… got super long, lol. Some of these things have been said to me in the past and it really hurt to hear it, especially since some of these were said by close friends and relatives. Just remember that there are plenty of people who love you and would never want to hurt your feelings!

I hope you enjoy this request! I don’t think I make total sense in some of them, but I really hope the meaning I’m trying to convey comes across!


·         You would often feel ill since you had anxiety. It wasn’t anything serious, just stomach aches and headaches were the norm. You had already told Yoosung that you had anxiety, and he was very supportive of you. You assumed that he knew that you feeling sick was a side effect of it.

·         However, you became aware that he didn’t know in one of the worst ways possible.

·         He had just finished a raid on LOLOL and was waiting for some more players to join him, but because of his high rank in the server it usually took a while. So, you absentmindedly said that you felt ill, figuring he would at least give you a hug or tell you that he wished for you to get better soon. But, he did neither of those things.

·         All he said was, “You always seem to be ill, ____!”

·         The words hit you like having a bucket of ice cold water being dunked on you. He laughed, but with a sympathetic look, yet you felt so hurt. How could he say that, especially when he knew the reason why you felt sick?

·         You really wanted to cry, the hurt biting at your heart, but you were determined not to. You kept a brave face, biting your lip as you said it would probably go away soon.

·         He noticed that your voice sounded a little weird, but he assumed it was because you felt sick. Soon, you ended up excusing yourself to your room because you couldn’t hold back the tears. His words hurt way too much and you hated it. Even when you cried, you kept super quiet so he wouldn’t hear. You didn’t want to be such a bother to him anymore.

·         After a few hours, you came out of the room. Even though you were barely able to stop your tears, you had sort of composed yourself. If he didn’t look at you… Or didn’t pay attention to how you sounded… He wouldn’t notice you had been crying.

·         However, you didn’t realise he was cooking, so when you sat on the couch the smell of food began to immediately make you feel sick again. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around yourself, trying to hide your face in it.

·         He noticed your presence and greeted you cheerfully, but you could care less. All you could do was reply with yeahs and noises of agreement.

·         It wasn’t until he sat next to you that you could feel newfound tears well up in your eyes, but you hid your face as best as you could. Yet you could feel his gaze bore into you, wondering why you were acting so… different.

·         “Are you okay?”

·         It was those three words that tipped you over the edge, and as the tears trickled down your cheeks, you tried to stifle your noises. But Yoosung wasn’t dumb.

·         He could feel his heart break when he saw you trying to hide your tears. He immediately stopped cooking and threw himself at you, embracing you super tightly. He asks you why you’re crying, like was it something he said?

·         Yes it was, Yoosung.

·         When he realises it was because he made an off-hand remark about you being ill often, he instantly starts apologising. He feels like an utter jerk and is so devastated that he hurt your feelings! And when you tell him why what he said hurt you so badly… his heart sinks. He didn’t know it was a side effect of anxiety, but he feels so bad for not noticing it sooner!

·         His apologies are a mixture of “I’m so sorry!”, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!”, and “I didn’t realise that was the reason!”. He sounds and looks like he’s about to cry any minute, and you can genuinely tell he didn’t mean to hurt you.

·         Honestly, he’s said sorry so many times that the word sounds weird to him now.

·         Even if you’ve forgiven him, he feels like his words weren’t enough – he’ll go out and buy you your favourite sweets, and make you your favourite meal (even if it was different to what he was originally making!). If you aren’t in the mood to eat, he’ll make you a delicious hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and marshmallows (it’s not even the instant stuff – he follows this recipe online to make sure it’s super sweet and delicious!)

·         If you’re up for it, he’ll play video games with you, and it doesn’t have to be LOLOL! But if you aren’t in the mood, he’s happy to put on a movie and snuggle with you under a blanket. Just… No horror movies… It’s not like he’s scared, you know!

·         After this incident, he does a whole lot more research on anxiety and pays close attention to what your triggers are. He makes sure he’s much more careful with what he says because he doesn’t want to ever hurt you like that again!

·         Tbh it takes him like a week to stop feeling bad for what he said.


·         You hadn’t been looking forward to this day. Ever since you got a letter saying that you needed some injection you were pretty sure you’d had in the past, you had been dreading this day. You had wanted to push the day back, until they gave up and didn’t want to give you the injection.

·         However, you forced yourself to go ahead with it. The sooner you got it done, the sooner you wouldn’t have to deal with it again. You were pretty sure Zen would support you – he was always encouraging and super supportive towards you in the past, after all

·         However, when you told him how you felt, you weren’t expecting his reaction – he thought you were joking!

·         “They’re just needles, ____! They won’t hurt you!”

·         Sure, you could have forgiven him and explained your fear to him, but it was the fact he had the audacity to laugh. All you could do is glare at him and bite your cheek, now facing the prospect of having to deal with your fear alone. However, it was difficult, and the current state you were in definitely did not help.

·         You become more distressed by the minute, the thought of needles and all the bad experiences you’ve had with them on your mind. You feel your heart beating faster, your breaths becoming more laboured, and tears welling at your eyes as you struggle to cope with the thoughts you’re having.

·         Zen sees you panicking and he immediately works on calming you down, using techniques he’s learned from acting and watching his castmates have panic attacks. He’s quick to calm you down, and when you recover he wipes your tears away.

·         He gives you a tight hug and tells you over and over that he’s sorry and has been a bad boyfriend for making light of your fear. He lets you explain your fear and talk about anything else on your mind, all the while holding you and stroking your hair, occasionally placing kisses on your forehead.

·         He feels like he’s been slapped in the face when you tell him how much your fear affects you. He couldn’t believe he had the audacity to laugh it off, even if he wasn’t aware of it beforehand.

·         While you’re waiting for the nurse to call you in, he’ll play with your hair and offer you a ton of encouragement. He’ll talk about random stuff just to take your mind off what’s to come. He doesn’t even mind singing a song for you and offering a show for everyone else in the waiting room if you want it.

·         When you get the injection, he lets you squeeze his hand super tight, even if it’s hard enough to cause bruises. He watches them put the needle in, and he realises why you’re so scared – he hasn’t had an injection in years, so he doesn’t know how it feels, but it looks painful!

·         After the injection, he’ll treat you like a princess afterwards. He’ll kiss where you were injected and let you rest for the remainder of the day.

·         The next day he’ll surprise you with flowers and your favourite sweets, again apologising for acting like a jerk about something you were terrified of. If you ever need another injection, he’s going to remember this moment so he knows not to say something insensitive like that again.


·         It was just another ordinary evening at her house. You had been staying with her for some time because you had been suffering with some mental health issues, and she wanted to be by your side and look after you. You hadn’t been out for days and the thought of even taking a step outside was too much for you to bear.

·         She had asked you if you wanted to go out, but you shook your head. You would rather stay inside, where you felt comfort, where nobody was watching. You expected her to be fine with it and suggest doing something to cheer you up, but you were totally unprepared for her words.

·         “Don’t you ever get bored of staying inside?”

·         Her words stung. She knew you would’ve loved to go outside, but couldn’t bring yourself to. It wasn’t even like she said it sympathetically either, she said it so casually and sounding slightly irritated… You felt hurt. She had been so accepting about your mental health disorder, but now it felt like she was throwing it back in your face.

·         You hadn’t noticed the tears well up in your eyes until you felt them threatening to spill out of your eyes. You didn’t want Jaehee to see how weak you were, but you couldn’t make them go away. They fell, and you couldn’t suppress the sniffles that followed. You feel so pathetic and childish, but you can’t stop the tears from falling. You covered your face with your hands, trying to ensure Jaehee wouldn’t see… But it only made it more obvious you were crying.

·         Seeing you break down into tears like that makes her feel awful. She could see how much her words had hurt you, and she never intended them to be so malicious. She bit her cheek, trying to stay rational and focus on calming you down.

·         She makes you a cup of tea and some tissues, letting you cry it out. If you want a hug, she’ll oblige, holding you close and letting you cry on her shoulder.

·         When you’re calmer, she’ll give you a sincere apology. She really never meant to hurt your feelings and she feels a pang in her heart seeing you look so defeated and upset. She wishes she hadn’t been so blunt with her words.

·         She suggests watching a movie, and for once she’ll let you choose the film – she won’t mind if it isn’t a Zen musical! She’ll make some snacks and dim the lights, wrapping the two of you in a blanket.

·         After this, she wants to talk to you about your problems. Even if she can’t solve them all, she wants to be by your side and support you through difficult times. She knows how daunting it can be when you can’t bear to face the world; she’s felt like that when she’s been through rough patches working at C&R. She wants to be someone who can help you and build your confidence up.


·         You hadn’t been feeling hungry for the past few days. You often went through periods where you didn’t want to eat and felt fine without food, and now was just another time. Even if you’d tried to hide this fact from Jumin by eating small portions, today you just couldn’t do it. You felt like if you ate, you would burst. You just weren’t in the mood to eat.

·         The problem was, you didn’t know how to tell him you didn’t want to eat. Even if you two were accepting of each other… You didn’t know how he would react to you not wanting to eat. You were kind of terrified that he would force feed you or tell you that you were ungrateful, but you knew it was better to tell him sooner rather than later.

·         As you were thinking of the right words to say to him, you hadn’t noticed that you had been served your food by the chef. In fact, you had been spacing out, so worried about what to say, that it took Jumin to snap you out of it. You would have appreciated it, but the words were the ones you didn’t want to hear, especially now.

·         “Aren’t you going to eat?”

·         Sure, these were relatively harmless words, but hearing them now felt like a slap to the face. You couldn’t even respond or move; his words had caused you to stop functioning altogether.

·         Jumin immediately knew something was wrong. He tried to ask you if you were okay, but now you started to tense up as you thought horrible things about yourself. How you were so unappreciative, how you were a disgusting pig, and how you were just a waste of space. You struggled to meet his gaze, and instead excused yourself from the table, not even bringing yourself to meet his gaze.

·         Jumin normally doesn’t worry, but seeing you look so upset and trying to remain calm… As well as not touching your food… He’s worried now. He completely ignored his meal and followed you, wanting to know why you seemed so upset.

·         Really, you just wanted to lock yourself away and cry alone, but you knew he wasn’t going to let it go, no matter how hard you tried to brush it off.

·         Even though it takes you a while, since you’re so insistent that you won’t cry, you reluctantly tell him why you’re upset. You tell him how insensitive his words were and how they made you feel. How you had those periods of not wanting to eat, and how you were nervous about telling him, all the while he listened intently with a tightness in his chest as he realised he said the wrong thing.

·         “I should have been more careful with my words. I’m sorry.”

·         Letting the chef take away your food, he takes you to the bedroom and holds you close to him, reassuring you that he doesn’t think of you any differently for your eating habits. If you can’t hold back your tears, he’ll let you cry them all out until you’re satisfied. If Elizabeth joins you two, he’ll let you snuggle her as long as you want. He wants to comfort you and make you feel better, since he felt appalled that he would say something so hurtful to you, especially since you were the one who untangled his threads.

·         Honestly, he drops his work for the rest of the day to comfort you and remind you how much he loves you.

·         After this, he’ll make sure you see a doctor, just to make sure it isn’t anything super serious. But, he’ll treat you like luxury for a very long time afterwards, even if he does already; he’ll buy you countless gifts every day, to remind you how much he loves you.

·         It’s now his top priority for you to be comfortable with telling him about any problems you have. He’d never judge you for anything, and he wants you to know that.


·         You were getting ready for a date with Seven. He had arrived earlier than you expected, so he was waiting for you while you finished putting on your makeup. You were super insecure about your appearance, and putting on a lot of makeup made you feel better – it acted as a sort of mask, so no one could judge you for how you looked.

·         However, when you were finished, Seven had a different reaction than you were expecting. Sure, you weren’t expecting him to sing your praises about how you looked, but…

·         “I can’t believe it takes you so long to get ready!”

·         You weren’t expecting that reaction. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been feeling good recently, or the fact that you’d had a shitty week, but his words hurt.

·         Even as you got into his car and he started driving towards your date location, you were having horrible thoughts about yourself. He had never even said the things you thought in your head, but your current mood made you think words that he would never say. And it felt so bad.

·         You tried for so long to not cry, to steel your heart and keep it all in until this date was over. But it was so difficult not to, especially when they were clouding your vision and making it impossible to see.

·         You let a few tears fall, staring at the floor so he wouldn’t see you cry. You would feel so weak and pathetic if he saw you now… Except he kind of noticed.

·         “Are you crying?”

·         You shake your head, trying to brush it off as the rain, but he sees through your lie. You’re in the car and he can hear you trying to control your breathing. And then suddenly, you let it all out, unable to hold back your sadness.

·         Through your tears you told him how ugly you felt, how you hated wearing a ‘mask’ even around him, but it was the only way you truly felt confident. All your life you had been told you weren’t ‘pretty enough’ or looked horrible.

·         You sob into his shirt, neither of you caring that there would be makeup stains left behind. He embraced you, playing with your hair and whispering that it would be okay, that everything was going to be all right.

·         He’ll give you a sincere apology; he feels awful that he hurt your feelings without realising it. You deserve better than his thoughtless words, after all. He even understands how you feel, because he often feels ugly and insecure about his appearance too.

·         When you feel a little better, he’ll cup your face and give you a passionate kiss, wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. And when he pulls away, he’ll giggle and push your cheeks to make you smile, even if it looks weird. He’ll focus on trying to make you laugh too, and honestly it works because this guy is the master of puns and jokes.

·         He’ll even give you his jacket for comfort while he drives, too.

·         Honestly, you two were probably planning on a date at the planetarium but now he’s pulling up to the nearest McDonalds because he knows junk food cheers you up. You’re in a beautiful red dress, makeup done to perfection (asides from the black lines that make you look like the Marionette from FNAF), and hair coiffed as best as you could make it… But you’re eating chicken nuggets and fries, not giving a damn how out of place you look in the food court.

·         When you get home, he’ll show you how beautiful you really are <3

·         After this, he makes sure to tell you how beautiful you are every day. He’s probably gone into your phone and set you random, cute alarms, reminding you that you’re beautiful. He’ll even send you feel good texts throughout the day, even if the two of you are in the same room. He’ll shower you in so many compliments that if each one was a droplet of water, you would be having a bath.


·         You hadn’t had the greatest week. It hadn’t been going well, and you felt stressed. V already knew. He suggested taking photos to relieve your stress and it had been working.

·         You were taking random photos of his cactus, and thought you had found the perfect shot. You were eager to show him, to see what he’d say!

·         However, when he looked at your photo… His reaction didn’t seem to change. And you were confused – could he not see it well enough? Did you show him the wrong picture? Had the camera died?

·         You expected some sort of criticism and were ready to accept it, but you didn’t expect it to be so… harsh.

·         “It’d be better if you made the focus of the photo more central, lowered the brightness…”

·         He started listing his critiques, and it felt horrible. On any other day this would be bearable, but today, when you felt like shit, it hurt a lot. It felt like he was tearing your work to shreds and no matter what you did to improve, it would never be good enough.

·         It hurt even more because he was so nice, and his critiques weren’t like normal. He would normally point out some things that were good about the photo, but he had said nothing of the sort right now.

·         When he was finished with his critique, you couldn’t even say a single word. This man, this kind man, had made you speechless. You muttered a quiet thank you, taking the camera from his hands and ignoring the hurt in your chest. All you wanted to do was go to your bed and cry.

·         However, V could sense something was amiss. He knew his words had affected you. Before you’re even out of the door he asks you if he was too harsh.

·         There was no point in lying about it, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to bottle this up anyway, so you reluctantly nodded and tried to speak with a wobbly voice.

·         Yeah… It really hurt…

·         You let out a ragged exhale, biting your lip as you tried to hold back tears. V seemed to pause, as if weighing your words, before telling you that he’s sorry.

·         He felt so bad for making you feel upset, when that wasn’t his intent. He knew he shouldn’t have been so harsh with his words, and he wishes he could take them back. He tells you that he’s sorry, that he never meant to hurt your feelings like that. You make his entire world and he doesn’t ever want to make you cry because of something he said before he thought about it.

·         You two end up lying on your bed as he pets your hair soothingly, talking to you in that calming voice he knows you love. He holds you close, close enough so you can hear his heartbeat. He does his best to take care of you for the rest of the day - as best as a blind man can – but his efforts don’t go unappreciated, nevertheless.

·         After this incident, he’ll help you take the perfect photo. And when you’ve done it, he’ll frame it above the mantelpiece.  


·         You hadn’t been feeling good recently. You couldn’t tell why, but every day you felt so down and weren’t as cheerful as you usually were. You had tried to hide this from Saeran, feigning happiness when in reality you were hurting on the inside. Although, despite your best efforts, Saeran had seen through your façade. You had sort of expected it, and anticipated him to be blunt with his response, but no amount of anticipation could prepare you for his words.

·         “I wish you weren’t so sad.”

·         You attempted to continue being fine, despite how much the words hurt you, but you just felt ashamed for feeling so sad. You never complained about his moods, but now it felt like you were being criticised for not being as happy as he wanted you to be. You instinctively curled up, as if using your body as a shield against his words, but the damage had been done.

·         He sees you curling up and asks you if you’re hurt by what he said. You try to tell him that you’re fine, but he calls you out on your bullshit. He’s not dumb, and he’s learned the body language you use when you’re sad. He knows your every habit, and he knows how you act when you’re sad.

·         Knowing that you can’t hide your feelings from him, you let it out. You feel ashamed, when this is nothing in comparison to the trauma he’s been through, but it’s like you’re unleashing a waterfall and can’t stop yourself.

·         He tries his best to cheer you up, but to be honest he has such little experience in dealing with other people’s emotions that he isn’t sure of what to do. He’ll give up his dignity and try to tell some stupid jokes that he’s heard Seven say, and if they don’t work… He’ll do impressions. He feels really stupid, but because it’s for you, he doesn’t mind. Just… So long as Seven doesn’t see him like this, he’s okay, because he would never hear the end of it otherwise.

·         He normally doesn’t like being touched by other people or having his personal space invaded, but he’ll give you a hug and tell you that he didn’t mean it in a degrading way; he meant that he wanted you to be happy and felt bad seeing you so down. He misses your positivity and how you would encourage him to do his best.

·         When you feel calmer, he thinks of the ways you comfort him after he has a PTSD attack. He decides to put on a movie that both of you like, and he builds a pillow fort (goddammit, Seven’s rubbing off on him!). He’ll get some ice cream and he’ll let you share some with him… And in that moment, you know his attempts are genuine, because he never shares his ice cream, and certainly not this generously.

·         Afterwards, he’ll do something that he struggles to do. He’ll tell you how much he loves you. He normally feels so embarrassed about saying stuff like that, but since the moment feels right and he knows for certain you aren’t going to judge him, he says it. Even really cheesy stuff he would normally cringe at.

·         He wants to work on expressing himself more nicely, since he hates how blunt he is. It’s certainly difficult for him, but with you by his side, he can at least try his best and rely on you to call him out when he says something insensitive.

anonymous asked:

I'm a lesbian and I don't want a relationship with a man or sex with one, and all my relationships with women are fulfilling and I feel so much real pleasure from them. But I have such a hard time feeling or noticing attraction to women before I've become literally intimate with them like I see a woman I can't automatically register "hot" or attraction or desire or whatever. I didn't know I liked women until I "experimented" physically why do you think this is the case for many women?

oh, this is not uncommon! I used to feel the same to a much stronger degree and still do at times, and have had so many friends come to me with the same worry. most women grow up societally anticipating, and grooming themselves for, desire for men. that is the blueprint/language of love that we learn. 

on top of the fact that most of the IRL models of intimacy we see are straight, we are also inundated with thousands of images to our brains (movies, magazines, articles, books, shows, advertisements, educational texts) of heterosexual desire. heterosexual relationships. heterosexual sex. we learn what a “desirable” man looks like. how we are supposed to feel when we interact with a man. when we first learn about sex/arousal it is via a straight lens. we do learn about women being desirable, but not re: how we could see them in this way. instead it’s “how should women work to be desirable to a man” (so it’s unsurprising that a lot of us have a disconnect where we can see and name a woman as beautiful, but don’t tie that automatically to a desire to act on a tangible attraction even tho we know we can/have had feelings for women) 

all the above is the formative input we receive while our brain develops its framework for “what is desire”, so naturally we are experts at identifying heterosexual desire. some of us gay women even create something that looks like it superficially within ourselves without a second thought.

meanwhile, when are we ever given a framework/consistent models of what desire for women could look like? many of us spend years never considering the possibility. it’s a code missing from our processing system. can we experience the attraction? clearly yes, but we aren’t given the social language to parse it, we aren’t taught how to feel and experience it, or that we even can. years of expecting to feel certain physical/emotional responses to men builds up a norm re: how we process interactions with people based on gender. for many women going into interactions with other women, their brain is not preparing to feel attraction, or even think that it could be there.

that’s why that “spark” or lightbulb moment sometimes first happens with gay or bi girls when they are put in a situation especially close with a woman in a new way. e.g crushes on childhood best friends - you’re very close physically and emotionally, and that intimacy produces feelings or desires you weren’t anticipating in the past just looking at women. same with “experimenting”  - again re: the way you looked at the world you weren’t necessarily socialized to see a woman and feel certain desires, but suddenly now you are touching a woman and those feelings are there and you’re surprised by them.

long story short, it doesn’t make you a weird lesbian to know from experience that you like sex with women, but also feel an odd disconnect when trying to view images of women or women you don’t know well as “sexy” (to you personally, not just in the “she is pretty” emotionless observation way) or connecting them to physically wanting something. 

just like we talk about gay women’s first relationships being a hot mess emotionally because they weren’t shown any models of relationships between women ever and are flying with no instruction manual, the same can happen sexually / when psychologically processing desire for other women. the means of processing, recognizing and experiencing that desire can manifest very differently or even be stunted because you weren’t prepared for it or taught that it could/should exist. 

compound this by the demoralizing and objectifying ways w/w sex is viewed and presented, and the disconnect widens even further like. I remember looking at degrading “lesbian porn”, or less degrading but “delicate, pretty, feminine” depictions of lesbian love in movies or books presented by straight directors/writers, and thinking “oh I don’t feel pulled to any of this at all”, but then having amazing lesbian sex IRL once I found a woman I was close with and realizing how much we were drawn to each other - the experiences were polar opposites. 

ofc there are probably other pieces to the puzzle especially depending on the individual that I didn’t touch on but I hope that provided some insight anon!

anonymous asked:

1. Congratulations on the 500 dear!! I'm so weirdly proud even though you don't know me but I remember when you just started so it makes me proud to see your growth xD Here's to your continued success!🎉 My eyes see that the ask box is open but not for long, so I have a hc request! Something that's been running through my head all day is Shouto being forced to go to a formal party by youknowwho and he's there in a suit looking oh so handsome but is ofc oh so pissed off?

Me: No scenarios rn… you are tuckered out!

-reads this-

Me: Don’t u do it…

-writes scenario because it’s fucking perfect and needs to be a lengthy fic-

Todoroki Shouto:

“And so then I told the mayor that if he wanted to cut spending on public works, then the city would look worse than a villain attack.”

“Oh Todoroki-sama! You’re so daring!”

“Endeavor is quite the elite, isn’t he.”

“He sure knows how to not only be a hero, but also act as a proper citizen and family man.”

“Now now friends. I do my best like every hero should. It’s not my fault that I outperform them.”

Enji chuckled, raising his glass and his comrades doing the same. The Hero Gala was in full swing, the music playing, the drinks being served, the couples dancing. It was a scene right out of any Disney movie.

Besides the current top hero was his heir, Todoroki Shouto. The dual haired boy sighed and began to pace away from his father. Anything would be better than standing next to him and listening to this elitist bullshit all night.

His wrist was grabbed the minute his foot had swayed away, his father’s grip as tight as ever. “Shouto, where do you think you’re going? All our lovely colleagues were wanting to discuss your time at UA thus far.”

His father’s eyes shown their true colors: ‘Don’t wander away boy, I still am in control of you, and don’t forget it.’

“I’m a bit parched. So pardon me.” He responded back and pulled away, walking towards the refreshments table.  

Endeavor narrowed his eyes, but allowed him to go. Shouto was still his creation and tonight everyone here thought the same of it. So tonight, no one could whisk his child away from that purpose, like those lower classes heros at UA had recently. Turning his attention back to the people around him, Endeavor allowed his son to roam.

The table was lined with pastries and appetizers for the idle rich and elite. Shouto sighed and picked up a glass and moved towards the punch bowl. Hopefully this was non-alcoholic unlike the trays of champagne being passed around by the service staff.

He loosened the tie around his neck just a bit, allowing the teen to have some more breathing room and catch his breath. On the outside he looked calm and collected, but on the inside he was annoyed and a bit peeved. He hated these types of events.

Ever since he was a child it was a constant parading of him by his father to those he wanted to impress. And every time Shouto was forced to conform to these people and hide his true inner passions.

But not this year, not this party. If he could not be at the dorms watching the weekly movie with his classmates, then he sure as hell would be dodging his father and attempting to get through the night.

He walks towards a more empty part of the event and watches as the dancers sway in and out with each other, their movement fluid and their bodies a perfect mix. It’s rather hypnotising to him watching this, the way they turn and interact as if they know what to do.

His blue and silver eyes are torn from the dancers though as a streak of lavender crosses the floor near them, trying to politely shove past those around them and find a secluded area of their own to relax in.

His cheeks grow in flames and his teeth chatter from the sight. Its (Name). His (Name)… or at least the girl he wants to make his. She looks stunning, well she always did, but the way she looked in the clothes for such a formal event made his throat dry.

He quickly fills up another cup and makes his way towards the girl standing shyly in the corner, watching the dancers like he had been doing moments before. He bats a glance at his father.

He appears to have lost him in the crowd, as Endeavor is looking around madly for the son who had suddenly disappeared. Shouto smiles to himself, knowing full well that his father would not be able to see him once he reached her. The dancers would provide the perfect cover.

She’s leaning against a marble beam when he gets close to her. Her thumbs are twiddling against the fabric of that darling dress and she has a frown present on her face. She appeared to be just as miserable as he did. Perhaps they could be miserable together.

In the corner of her eye, she sees someone approaching her. Internally she sighs: another boy to shoot down? Her father to scold her for her shyness at such a big event?

Instead when her eyes met his, the smallest and most relieved smile graced her features. Shouto nearly tripped over his own two feets and spilled the drinks on himself when he saw it. She was actually happy to see him here… that made him nod his head back in response. So she really was in the same boat as him, huh?

“You looked a bit parched.” He holds out one of the drinks towards her.

She reached out, her gentle and soft finger pads rubbing across his larger and rough ones as the drink came into her hands. Her skin was so warm against his cold half, and Shouto smiled as how happy it made him from such a small gesture and action.

“Thank you.” She smiled and took a sip. “What are you doing here?”

“I was brought along by my father… though it was just to show me off like always.” He sighed, resting against another marble beam by the one she was resting on.

“I know the feeling… my parents did the same thing. I felt like I was being suffocated so I told them I was going to get some air. That was 20 minutes ago… sorry mom and dad.”

“My father is surely going to have my head when he finds me. The last thing he’ll want me doing tonight is socializing without his permission.”

“I guess we’re both rebels.” (Name) chuckled, her airy tune making the prodigy next to her smile gleefully. It was such a comfortable noise to him on this night of discomforts.

“I’d suggest we try to escape… but I have a feeling that we’d be caught.” He glanced at the figure of his father scanning the refreshments table, looking for his missing son.

“Yes. We’d be caught the minute we left the crowd…” (Name) sighed and he caught her gaze towards her own parents acting similarly.

The music changed to a new tune: a slow piano combined with a romantic tune played on the violin. The sound shifted into the slow dancing of the couples on the floor, their forms well hidden in each other’s arms.

“Well if we need to hide for a bit longer-” Shouto held out his hand to (Name), his cheeks dusting in light pink. “-then may I have this dance my lady?”

(Name)’s cheeks copied his hue and she nodded, her hand slipping into his own. “Nothing would make me happier, my good sir.”

Shouto gently tugged her onto the floor, quickly grabbing her waist, the crowds parting for the new and adorably cute couple that had joined in on the synchronization of the duets. (Name) kept her hand in his, her free one resting on his other shoulder.

Shouto swayed them to the left, the floor copying him, and it appeared that you were not the only person he was leading. As the other couples filed a circle around the two of you, it was made very clear that Shouto and (Name) were the main attraction of this dance.

“Is this a bad time to tell you I’ve never danced before.” (Name) chuckled as Shouto spun her, then pulled her back in.

“Is this a bad time to tell you we’ve been found?” He saw his father watching from behind you, then turned and saw your parents watching as well. The same looks of horror and shock displayed on both their faces.

“Then we might as well enjoy this song… because I doubt they’ll let us get another one.” She giggled, turning as Shouto twirled them around, his feet matching the beat and his heart following the rhythm.

“I’ll enjoy it then.” He chuckled and twirled the smaller body once again, then tugging her towards him again, this time their faces nearly touching. He blushed at this, not sure why he had suddenly done that.

He knew of this crush on (Name). But he wasn’t very connected to his feelings and at times, they acted before his mind agreed to them. Now was one of those times, when he stared down into the heavenly (eye color) orbs that looked back at him with as much passion as he had.

Slowly to the tune of the piano and violin, he leaned in, his lips quivering as her scent became more and more overwhelming. It was of snap peas and roses, it was sweet and simple like her. But so comforting and warm, like her as well.

He closed his eyes in nervousness, the moment controlling him. He felt the sweet and glossy lips of the girl on his, her head tilting to deepen it. Then it happened, he pulled her in, his hand leaving hers and trailing in her hair.

He let out a small moan of satisfaction as he realized how wonderful this kiss was. He allowed her hand to grip his suit, not caring that it was getting wrinkled. He hated wearing it anyway.

The sounds of clapping and absence of music alerted the two that they were not alone, nor had this moment been private. When they separated, the crowd had gathered during their dance and was cheering on such a sweet and sincere moment between new lovers.



The two exchanged glances and nodded to the other. Their hands remet and Shouto made eye contact with the other dancing couples. They nodded in understanding and the music began again.

Shouto pulled you past them quite easily, the exit in sight and now reachable. The calls of the parental figures ordering the teens to return was lost in the music and unable to reach their children due to the mass of dancers blocking the way.

“So what now?” (Name) asked as she kicked off her heels, not caring if she was barefoot now. Those things were deathtraps.

“It might not be too late to show up for movie night at my dorm.”

(Name) chuckled and squeezed his hand. “As long as its with you… then it sounds wonderful.”

anonymous asked:

What do you think Tim would be like if he was a bad guy? Because from what I've seen in comics, had he been raised differently or never met Bruce I think he'd have the potential to be one of those dangerous people ever. I don't mean like what his persona would be, I just want to know what your thoughts about Villain Tim.

I feel like I ghostwrote this because I kid you not, I was just thinking about this earlier today.

Okay so first off I wanna say that I don’t want Tim to be a villain in canon at all. I don’t want him to actually be a bad guy. Not only because he’s my son and I like him as a good guy, but like, do you ever have that character who’s super powerful or crafty and you know that if they wanted to they could probably take over the world? Like if they actually tried they could become one of the most dangerous people ever, and they know that they have that potential and they’re scared of it? Well that’s what I’m going for with Tim. I think he’s fully aware he has that capacity to be a worse villain than Ra’s or Lex Luther or any of them, which is why he tries so hard to make sure he doesn’t become that. And it’s true, because he’s a wicked genius, he’s conniving, and he’s always like ten steps ahead of you, and this could make him a formidable enemy whom you definitely don’t want to mess with.

So let’s say for the sake of it that maybe Tim never became Robin, or maybe something tragic happened that sort of hardened him and after a while he snapped. If that happened and he had no good influence to guide him, I’m certain he would be one of the worst villains ever because you wouldn’t even see him coming before it’s too late. He could pull off a huge plot right under everyone’s noses and they wouldn’t even know until he’s long gone. Or even better, he’d make it their fault by predicting their actions and moving all the pieces until pretty soon they’re digging their own grave without even knowing it. Not only that, but he’s a worthy opponent who can rival the best fighters in the country and come out on top. This is the kid who trained with Lady Shiva and the best fighters on the planet. This is the kid who fought Ra’s Al Ghul to a standstill. This is the kid who beat a man to death in a fit of rage after he hurt Stephanie. (The guy came back to life or something so it was all good, but still. In that moment, anyone could tell Tim could be dangerous if he actually lost it.) I’m telling you, Tim Drake is a force to be reckoned with.

This actually reminds me of that Red Robin comic in which Tim designed this huge plot to kill Captain Boomerang and get vengeance for his father. In that issue, Tim planned every single one of Boomerang’s actions to the minute, all of which would lead to his inevitable demise. There were thousands of paths, an infinite number of moving parts to this plan, yet it worked. And the scariest part is that Tim didn’t do a single thing. All he would have had to do was sit back and watch as Boomerang got himself killed. And that is freaking creepy if you ask me, because Tim is smart, he is patient, and he is calculating, and that is what makes him dangerous.

Besides, Tim has always been a little more lenient than the rest of the bats, (besides Jason I guess) when it comes to right and wrong. Tim knew that not everything was as black and white as Bruce tried to make him believe it was. The Red Robin comics especially proved this. It showed that Tim was willing to do what others weren’t to get what he wants. He knew that the world was full of grays, and that some rules need to be broken depending on the circumstances. If you ask me, that’s kind of a scary thing.

You know how in movies people work with a dangerous person and they’re like “let’s just thank god he’s on our side”? Well that’s Tim. If he wanted to, Tim could be a truly dangerous weapon. Why do you think Ra’s is always bugging Tim about joining him? Why do you think bad guys are always trying to turn Tim to their side? Because they know what he’s capable of with the wrong influences. And Tim said it himself that when he heard the Anti Life Equation, he almost agreed with it. Imagine if Tim made the wrong choice and actually joined a bad guy like Ra’s Al Ghul or any one of the people he’s supposed to be fighting. He would hands down be their most deadly weapon, and they all know it.

See, this is one of the things that makes me love him so much. Because Tim has all this potential, and if he wanted too he could become the most dangerous person on the planet, yet he chooses not to. He knows full well what he’s capable of, but he knows the difference between right and wrong and he chose to be on the good side. If you ask me, that’s a pretty strong thing to do. It takes a heck of a lot of self control to be fully aware of how dangerous you could be, but choose to stay on the right path because it’s the right thing to do.

So yes, I find Villain Tim very interesting, but I more so like him staying a good guy but being afraid of what could happen if he ever deviated from that path, because he understands that with the wrong influences he could be a truly dangerous sociopath, and it terrifies him.

Gonna post this again for my own tags/tagging purposes - originally for omgsuchegobang’s “Fluff Me To Death” contest. Not so fluffy, at least at the beginning, but we’ll get there.

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Subject: Definitely Just Grump Business

From: Arin Hanson (grumpy.princess@gmail.com)
To: Barry, Brian, Ross, Suzy (see details)

Alright gang,

Contrary to the clever and misleading subject line, this is NOT just Grump business. That was a ruse to keep Dan off our backs. Pretty smart, right?

We’re a week out, so I wanted to touch base with everyone about Dan’s birthday party. How’s everything coming together?

Your Lord and Commander,

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hey there! So, something recently made me disappointed with some fans of mysme. I've seen some fans who attempt to change the settings (mostly to Japan or America). I once met someone who full on gave them English "nicknames" because she didn't want to attempt to pronounce or use their proper names. I don't know if I'm overreacting or anything, but it bothered me. So, can you do random HCs to honour Korean culture? Like going on vacation somewhere in Korea, or celebrating a 100 days anniversary?

A/N: why do people do that wtf?? I mean i know we somewhat change the culture when we write certain requests pertaining to how an mc looks because sometimes the culture doesn’t really look kindly on the appearance but as someone who isn’t korean, i can’t get into the mentality to reject a request like that or anything, ya know?? Because it can be harmful and hurt someone (i keep it in the back of my mind what the actual view is so i dont just…. disregard it, but i do feel terrible for not addressing it) but i’d never completely REJECT the culture and change their names or anything because just what the fuck ~Admin 404


I’m sorry it’s so short omfg

               -Okay y'all, I’m pretty sure Zen knows traditional dances and our MC has to beg him for DAYS to teach them one. Any of them. Buchaechum (fan dance), Nabichum (butterfly dance), even Ilmu (line dance). Any of them. All of them. Just- JUST TEACH MC ZEN, DO IT

               -LOTUS LANTERN FESTIVAL IN HONOUR OF BUDDAHS BIRTHDAY! It’s a celebration that everyone in the group makes time for! Seeing all of the gorgeous lights and lanterns is enough to put everyone in such a good mood! The group makes it into a slight competition- who can bring MC the prettiest lantern? Winner gets a kiss on the cheek from MC! yeees mc, yes

               -Jumin has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL terraced garden you’ve ever seen in your life. He invites you over to help him with it every now and then. It relaxes him and hopes that it could do the same for you! The two of you could spend hours sitting by the lotus pond, drinking some sort of imported and expensive tea this rich guy has to have, talking about anything and everything plus helLO YOU’D GET TO SEE JUMIN IN SWEATPANTS

               -Jaehee. In. Hanbok. Think about this for a little bit. Colourful, beautiful, and just- what else can I saY???? JAEHEE IN HANBOK

               -YOOSUNG LOVES CELEBRATING HIS VERY FIRST 100 DAYS ANNIVERSARY he might not have a ton of money to spoil you like he’d like to, but he does get really creative and goes hardcore. Takes the knowledge he’s gained from all of the clubs he’s been in and makes you a ton of gifts! Coffee, cards, dinner, he makes it all just for you! He does it every 100 days though so he has to get more and more creative about it and sometimes has to go to the rest of the RFA for some ideas (MATCHING SHIRTS AND HE’S EVEN BOUGHT YOU A COUPLE’S RING BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SHOW PEOPLE HE HAS A S/O THAT HE LOVES VERY MUCH)

               -Remember when Jumin called Yoosung’s mother and he was so mad he promised to slap him with Kimchi? Ya know how Kimchi is a symbol for Korea and is considered strong? Well he definitely gave Jumin a hard slap if that counts; MC has it on video and all you can hear is the *smack* and Saeyoung laughing in the background

               -You and Saeran have had a few drinking contests, and Saeyoung cannot believe how many bottles of soju the two of you can go through?? How are you both still breathing?? It’s even worse when you add Zen into the mix, it’s as if doesn’t work on any of you. Yoosung gets one shot and he’s out for the rest of the night

               -Jaehee and MC plan a hike at least ONCE a month because the poor girl needs fresh AIR and it’s good for the both of you, y'all get out there and earn those pajeons (fritters) and dong dong ju (rice wine) at the top of that mountain!

               -You and Yoosung have to drag Saeyoung out of the house sometimes, but the three of you end up at an internet cafe more often than you’d like to admit. One time though, there was one person in LOLOL who kept killing all three of you, and the anger just kept rising- which meant the voices kept rising as well. The person on the other side of you all kept trying to stifle a laugh each time. In the Rage of Saeyoung™, he almost flipped the table until he realized the one beating you all was Saeran on the other side


               - You also can’t tell me that Jumin hasn’t tried to dance along to a few every now and then; MC has a picture they keep to themselves in remembrance

               -You and V watch the movie Shiri almost religiously?? When the two of you have movie marathon dates, it’s played at least once (“IT’S A CLASSIC, MC. CLASSIC”)

               -It’s hard to go on any dates with Saeran, but you did get him hooked on a few different K-drama’s and he reminds you constantly that he HATES YOU because of it. Don’t you DARE watch an episode without him because the boy can hold a grudge

               -K A R A O K E!!! All of you. Almost every weekend. Competitions. Somehow Saeyoung tends to win them except that one time you convinced Jumin to participate and WOW okay

If you are any kind of artist

From music, to cooking, to making videos, to drawing.

(Honestly, this applies to everyone, but I’m talking to artists at the moment)

I know it’s hard. I know some won’t agree to your prices. Some of you have “normal” jobs on top of your art time, some of you managed to make it full time. Some of you are hobbyist, some of you do it for a living.

Whatever you do, please, you are worth your time and money. No matter how good or bad you think you are, someone out there will admire you work, and if they want a commission, charge appropriately for your time.

So many of us are made to believe that this is not a real job, that this isn’t a viable career. I can officially tell you, it is. Both as a freelancer, working for a company, and more. It’s tough, it’s not easy, and you have to do a lot of research, doing your own bills, putting the time in, teaching yourself schedules, even learning bits of retail and other skills. 

But, it is a job. People need your work. From inspiration, to personal projects, to large projects for gaming companies, buildings, even food and industrial work. We THRIVE off of the arts. Both for entertainment and for daily life uses. Just because a project is not NEEDED and ENTERTAINMENT doesn’t mean that it isn’t still very INSPIRATIONAL and USEFUL to people. Our mentalities can’t live without a break, and having things such as a doodle to full movies and such help ease our minds and inspire us.

Even if it means you have to have a “normal” job while doing your art. However it is you want to achieve your goals, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT. DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO.

Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Work hard, feed off of the hate and push to be better than ever. Keep moving. Even if it’s slow, keep moving. The more you keep walking, crawling, running, whatever pace… you are still LEARNING. You are still ACHIEVING, you are still DOING.

I love you all.
Keep it real, fam. Keep the peace. Keep the love.

All of you are amazing, from “normal” jobs to “real” jobs, artists to lawyers and more, it doesn’t matter. YOU ARE LIVING. You are doing what YOU need to do. 

One last piece, if you dislike someone else’s prices, work, or what they do. I am sorry that you have so much hate in your heart to take it apart to try to break someone else down. But you know, you matter too, and they are doing what they need to do in their life, just as much as you are. If you do not agree to it, walk away. Spilling hate onto others only makes your own dreams become even less obtainable. Believe in yourselves, believe in others.

shulkie  asked:

99, eruriren :3

You always say I should write ereri and then you request eruriren? ??? I know what to do for this prompt tho ;) I think U KNO IT TOO.

99. “We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.”


“My phone just lost reception,” Eren said, giving up on trying to get it to connect and shoving it back in his pocket. “Just where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” Erwin replied with a smile. “And stop frowning, I don’t plan to give you any time to miss your phone.” His smile grew wicked. “Trust me. We’re nearly here.” He turned off what passed for a road and onto what passed for a driveway, the trees overhanging the cobbled path brushing the top of the car.

Eventually woods opened up, and a wooden structure came into view. It had a steep roof and a stone chimney, wild roses tangled over the front gate, and ivy crept along the walls.

“It’s just like the picture,” Erwin said happily. “Isn’t it lovely?”

Eren didn’t say anything. With the car’s engine off it was very quiet, just birdsong and the wind in the trees. They made their way up the garden path, and the gate squeaked as it closed behind them. It was a pleasant spring day, but Eren shivered as Erwin tried the key he’d been given, and pushed the front door open. A crow alighted on the roof, watching Eren as he stared back at it before following Erwin into the gloom inside.

“Quaint!” Erwin exclaimed, rattling around the house. “Look, a breakfast nook. I think there’s a pond in the back garden, too.”

“At least it’s clean,” Eren muttered. No cobwebs, no dust. They must have sent a cleaning service through ahead of them.

“What’s wrong?” Erwin asked.

“You mean this doesn’t feel like the first twenty minutes of a horror film to you?”

“No? It’s a very nice place. Why would it be a horror film?”

“We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Erwin asked.

Eren looked about. “Well, that creepy painting for one.” Said painting was hanging in the living room, next to the fireplace. It depicted a pale gent in dark, old-fashioned clothes who, in Eren’s opinion, was probably a vampire.

“Hm.” Erwin walked up and examined it. “Such piercing eyes. They seem to follow you around the room. Quite a striking fellow, isn’t he?”

“Oh sure, flirt with the vampire painting.”

“Well, my boyfriend doesn’t seem to be in the mood.” The painting definitely seemed to have a smirk Eren wasn’t sure was there a moment ago. Erwin sighed, “Come on, give it a chance? If you hate it we can go back tomorrow.”

“Fair,” Eren said. “Let’s get our bags.”

Things did improve after that. There was wood for the fire and since the nights were still cool they lit it, and with dinner in the oven and the lights glowing softly as the night closed in, Eren supposed this place was sort of cosy.

They shared Eren’s headphones and slow-danced around the living room as they waited for dinner to cook, and Eren supposed it might not be a horror movie after all. Even the painting looked softer, less severe in the firelight, although still eerily alive.

They piled up cushions and blankets and ate in front of the fire, and Eren had every intention of moving away from the gaze of the vampire, but full of good food and a couple glasses of wine he soon forgot about it, because as weird as he was sometimes he had the best boyfriend and the fire lit his eyes up and Eren couldn’t look away. Couldn’t keep his hands off him. The whole point of this place was they had all the privacy they could want, after all, even if Erwin’s suggestion of an entirely clothes-free weekend was probably not going to happen.

Eren was wiggling out of his jeans when Erwin inhaled sharply and dug his fingers almost painfully into Eren’s arm as he gazed over his shoulder. Eren turned in time to see the surface of the painting ripple, and the subject step down out of it.

“The vampire!” Eren yelped and held up his fingers to make a cross, trying to keep his balance with his jeans around his thighs.

“I’m not a vampire!” the creature snapped. “I’m dead. I think.”

“I’m very sorry,” Erwin said faintly, his eyes still wide.

“What do you want with us?” Eren asked, and the apparition’s eyes flicked down to his bare arse and then back up again.

“Nothing. I’m giving you some privacy.” He turned and walked, or possibly floated, towards the font door, his black cloak swirling around him.

Eren glanced at Erwin, feeling oddly guilty about the whole thing. Erwin seemed equally conflicted.

“Wait,” Erwin said. “Um.” The spirit hesitated, glancing over his shoulder with slightly wistful expression. Erwin raised his eyebrows and Eren shrugged; horror movies hadn’t really prepared him for this eventuality. “You could join us.”

lilysflowershop  asked:

I can't get to the rules because the link isn't working on mobile? But if this is something you don't do, feel free to just delete! I think I remember your rules though. Okay so how do you think MTMTE Rodimus, poly Cygate, Rung and Getaway would react to their human s/o being able to turn into a kitty whenever they want? I hope that's not too many characters but I put Getaway in there for you ;D

*Gasps!*  You know me so well!  Omfg!  <3


  • He’s actually not as shocked as you’d thought he’d be, but remember, their whole race is centered around transformation.  He just sees this as your ‘alt mode’.  
  • “Really?  Neat!  I didn’t know humans could do that!  Oh, not all humans?  Just you?  Huh.  Well that’s neat.  I always knew you were special, though.  *wink*”  
  • Asks you if this makes you a predacon or a maximal.  (You spend nearly the entire day pondering this.)
  • Likes to pet you when your in your ‘alt mode’.  Mostly just with the tip of his finger while you curl up on his desk as he doodles absentmindedly (he’s so worried about hurting you.  You’re already so much smaller than him!  Help!)
  • He gets so annoyed when you go running off around the ship as a cat and he can’t find you.  Please, s/o.  You’re going to get stepped on.  Get out of those vents, you don’t know what’s in there! (sorry, Skids)  S/o please, you’re killing him.
  • Would prefer if you don’t ride in his alt mode in cat form.  Nothing personal, but that interior is very hard to replace and those claws look rather… sharp.  You understand.


  • Tailgate is surprisingly a bit suspicious at first, but only because his only experience with cats is Ravage and that’s enough to put anyone on edge.  But once he gets used to it, he’s totally enamored with your cat form.  Oh my gosh!  You are just the cutest!  
  • Cyclonus is proud that you posses such a unique a remarkable skill, but… why a cat, s/o?  Couldn’t you have chosen something larger and less easy to squish?  He worries.
  • Tailgate is able to get the most out of petting you because he’s about (or just a bit larger) than the size of an average human.  His favorite thing is when you sit on his shoulder as a cat since your relatively similar heights make it impossible for you to do so as a human.
  • Cyclonus tries to keep the petting to a minimum at first because you’re still a person and his s/o no matter what form you take, and he would never want to make you feel uncomfortable or awkward.  If you mention that it is definitely more than okay for him to rub your belly, well that’s another story.  Those sharp, pointy claws of his feel absolutely amazing as he ever so gently scratches you behind the ears.
  • You know never have to worry about missing anything during movie night.  You’re able to perch comfortably on top of Cyclonus’ helm as he holds Tailgate gently on his lap.  It’s an amazing system, and best of all you only need one seat.


  • He asks you about a million questions when you first explain it to him (or at least he’ll wait to make sure you’re comfortable with answering first.  His curiosity can wait.)  He gets the biggest, warmest smile on his face when you show him for the first time.  
  • He advises you not to go running around the ship as a cat however, or at least not in any particularly crowded areas like Swerve’s.  You may be faster and more agile in this form, but all it would take is for Trailcutter to loose his balance, or for Fort Max not paying attention to where he was going and- oh it doesn’t even bear thinking about!
  • Whenever he’s feeling sad or lonely or stressed, you always curl up on his lap and purr to tell him everything’s alright.  The effect gently running his fingers through your soft fur has on him is positively therapeutic and he’s more grateful for your perception and your kindness than you will ever know.  (Maybe next time you stop for a shore leave visit, Rung will look into getting a therapy animal for his patients.)
  • His favorite thing is when you curl up over his spark for a little cat nap.  Rung never lets you sleep in his bed for fear of accidentally hurting you, but he’s perfectly happy to lie back and rest his eyes for a bit while you purr contentedly on his chest.
  • Just please whatever you do, please don’t jump up on his model display shelf.  Those are very rare you know.  He spent ages putting that last one together.  S/o!  S/o, no!  Get off the bookcase!  This has really gone on long enough!  You are not being funny!  And that is most definitely not a safe space to nap!  S/o!   


  • Oh my god, this boy is so impressed, you’ll never hear the end of it!  He showers you with compliments.  How you’re so clever to be able to do that!  How special and unique you are!  How adorable you look in this form!  How proud he is of you!  (You can’t tell if he really means it or if he’s just trying to boost your ego but either way it feels nice)
  • “Look!  Look, s/o!  We match!”  “*sigh*”
  • He’s the aft that’s always scooping you up in cat form to nuzzle you, or squeeze your paws, or rub your tummy.  You’d be offended, but he does this kind of thing when you’re a human as well, so at least he’s consistent.
  • Asks you all kinds of ridiculous questions that you just roll your eyes over.  “Hey, s/o, who do you think would win, you or Ravage?’  “Win what, exactly?  Like in a fight?  Or a popularity contest?  Or a game of Monopoly?  What?”  “Yes.”  “…”
  • “Who’s a good kitty?  Who’s a good little kitty widdy?”  “Not you, that’s for damn sure.”
  • You get the sense that he’s a little too eager for you to test your powers, but that could just be your paranoia talking.  It’s not like that prank where he had you break into Rodimus’ office was anything dangerous or anything.  He just wanted to see the inside of it for kicks….  Right?  
Can’t Help Falling in Love

“Y/N! Y/N, wake up!” You heard Spencer yelling at you, causing you to wake up from your dream.

You were still sleep drunk so you were confused as all hell. “What? What’s going on, are you okay, what happened?” You asked him, speaking rushed.

His hands were still on your shoulders, though the grip was a little less tight and now more gentle. “You were having a nightmare. You were begging ‘them’ to stop and started thrashing. Do you want to talk about it?”

As soon as he finished his first sentence, you remembered what you had been dreaming immediately. You were thrown back to your time in school, where you had gotten bullied incessantly for the smallest things. You were still slightly traumatized from it, which lead to your reserved behavior, but you had been doing so much better with the nightmares lately.

You sighed and crawled over to him so you were sitting next to him and leaning your head on his shoulder, “it was just the same old stuff.”

He put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you in as tight as he could. “Hey, they can’t hurt you anymore. And I know that doesn’t help much, I’m sorry. But you’re here and they’re wherever and don’t have any power over you anymore. It’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay,” he reassured you.

You smiled slightly at his words, grateful that he realized how big of a deal the old memories were to you. “Thanks, Spence.”

“You know what I think we should do now?” he questioned you with a serious tone.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “um, go to sleep as it’s 2:15 AM and you have work tomorrow?”

He waved his hand, blowing that idea off. “Let’s go to the living room, I’ll make you some hot chocolate while you pick out a movie for us to watch. Or we can just watch cat videos online. Or we can just talk. Whatever you wanna do, huh?”

You kissed his cheek, “that sounds perfect.”

You two got up from bed, but you grabbed your favorite blanket off the bed and put it around yourself like a cape. Spencer smiled at your actions and waited for you to get to his side before capturing your hand in his.

You tightened your grasp on it because you loved holding his hand. It always fit so perfectly in yours and you just loved how secure it made you feel. You were always entranced by his hands and loved fiddling with them when you guys were enjoying a lazy Sunday in bed.

When you guys got to your living room, you went to sit on the couch while you listened to Spencer getting the ingredients and tools to make hot chocolate for you. You grinned and began playing with the edge of your blanket as you thought about how lucky you were to have this kind, gorgeous man in your life.

How many guys would make you your favorite drink in the world to comfort you after a bad dream and offer to stay awake with you the rest of the night even though he has work the next day? Not many. But then again, Spencer isn’t like many guys. He’s incredibly special and unique and that’s what you love about him. As you continued thinking about the many great traits Spencer had, you heard him getting mugs out of the cupboard and pouring the hot liquid in them.

You waited for him to enter the room and you smiled up at him, “hey, hot stuff.”

He shook his head at your bad pun, “hey, Y/N. Ready for some hot cocoa?”

You reached your hand out for your mug as he sat down next to you, “yes! Thank youuuu.”

“No problem, love.”

You beamed at the pet name, which Spencer didn’t use too often. Not like you minded; it just made them all the more special when he did use them.

“Hey, Y/N?” he asked after you took a long sip of the nice drink.

You lifted your head, “hm?”

“I love you. I feel like I don’t say that enough, but I love you more than anything on the planet. And I’m sorry I can never do enough to comfort you after you have a particularly bad nightmare. I just want you to know that I care and I’ll always be here just to listen to you when you want to talk about them. You’re so much better than those horrible people and you didn’t deserve to go through what they put you through,” he smiled sadly as he finished speaking.

You put your mug down on the small coffee table, “Spence. Don’t ever apologize for what you just said. You make me feel so much better always. I love you, too. Thank you for being such a great boyfriend and person.”

He looked at you fondly, before springing up, “I have an idea!” He then ran out the room, confusing you.

You rolled with it, though, and just picked up your mug to take another sip. You had just set it back down when Spencer came in the room with an old iPod he had. He set it down and pressed some buttons before walking over to you.

The beginning notes for Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love began to play as he offered you his hand. “Dance with me?”

You grinned up at him and dropped your blanket on the couch as you took his hand and stood up. You guys maneuvered around the table and started slow dancing to your favorite love song.

He sang along softly to the lyrics. “And I can’t help falling in love with you,” he crooned as he held you tighter and kissed the top of your head.

You moved your head back and captured his lips with yours.

You pulled your head back and whispered, “I love you, Spence.”

He smiled and looked at you with complete adoration in his eyes as he whispered back, “And I love you, Y/N.“

Wrote this short little fluff piece for you, @gubl-oser !

Hope you liked it and that it made you smile!!

Dream Daddy: December Edition, part ii


  • jesus is, of course, the reason for the season, but he gets so busy sometimes he even forgets
  • sends christmas cards with a picture from a vacation they never actually went on
  • hosts a holiday party, a christmas party, and a new years party
  • how many christmas trees can fit in one house???
  • doesn’t even actually like winter, it clashes with his margarita zone aesthetic
  • volunteers at a soup kitchen on christmas day


  • always always always in sweaters and beanies and Carmensita’s hand-knit rainbow scarves and looks absolutely amazing in all of it
  • Watches Hallmark/Lifetime movies with Carmensita, esp. the ones with dogs
  • Makes special treats to serve at the Coffee Spoon, from gingerbread and fruitcake to cinnamon rolls and sugar cookies
  • Plus special hot cocoas, ciders, teas, coffees– it’s basically heaven on earth, and he makes a lot, but it’s also a lot of overtime so he’s p stressed
  • Misses his late wife more than ever but enjoys the time Carmensita has off of school– she’s always hanging out behind the counter as he works
  • decorates the shop with artwork and crafts and christmas cards from everyone in the neighborhood


  • A grinch who still watches Charlie Brown every year in secret
  • Don’t drink from his glass of eggnog, it’s always spiked, always
  • Holidays are really, really depressing for him so he’s kinda reckless and self-destructive (what’s new) but Mary keeps a close eye on him
  • Puts a lot of honest effort into his secret santa gifts but still isn’t very good, bless his heart
  • tells kids stories about trying to catch santa, but the old man’s too crafty. he almost caught an elf once, though
  • looks stupidly good in a snow coat, it’s a little ridiculous


  • His gingerbread houses are perfect and so are his cookies and so are his snowmen and so are
  • His house is absolutely covered in lights and Daisy helps him rig them to dance to music for a week or two
  • Makes an amazing santa but often refuses to tell the other parents what their kids want (it’s mostly a joke but he forgets to actually tell them)
  • Amazing present-giver
  • Tries to go ice fishing on the lake
  • Constantly telling great Christmas stories to hoards of kids, whether from books or off the top of his head


  • Gives in and lets his girls have sugary holiday treats…. after their vegetables
  • Spends mornings chopping firewood in his front yard, looking like a god among men
  • Has to learn to share the girls with Smashley, which is hard, but it does give him a few moments to kick back. He just needs to learn to appreciate them
  • Gets 10000 Christmas cards from single moms and doesn’t know what to do with them
  • Dresses River up in all sorts of cute outfits, like an elf or a reindeer, injuring many who faint when faced with such cuteness
  • Traditionally watches Santa Clause with the girls, but watches bad movies set at Christmas time when they’re with Smashley


  • “Winter holidays were traditionally celebrated in the Victorian era by–”
  • Teaches all the kids in the neighborhood how to play dreidel, chocolate coins and all
  • Makes a billion latkes and way too much soup and gives it out to the other dads with their presents
  • He and Lucien decorate their giant dark manor with elegant white lights, it’s unbelievable
  • Their big tradition is buying and wrapping presents for the less fortunate, though
  • The parlor is set aside as a Lucien-free zone and filled with foster animals while the shelter closed for the holidays


  • Celebrates the coming of winter break with a well-deserved bath, complete with a novel and a glass of red wine
  • It’s hard working out where Ernest will be for the holidays, and even harder to get him to behave, but he wouldn’t trade the time they get together for the world
  • Swears he won’t make or buy any cookies if Ernest doesn’t help, so he at least gets one (1) good holiday memory, which he thoroughly photographs
  • Reads a classic or two and starts on a couple of books he’s been meaning to read but will never finish
  • Never knows what to get anyone, ever, and stresses about it, but his presents actually end up really well received
  • Spends hours a day every day talking to extended family on the phone, if they can’t show up in person
Cuddles | jeon jungkook

Originally posted by btsgot7-jiyong

Pairing: jungkook x reader
Genre: one-shot (ish), fluff
Length: 683 words
Warnings: ;)
Summary: You come home from a long day of work to a very lonely Jungkook, who wants nothing else but to spend time with you.

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Hiii!! I love your blogg XD can you do an imagine with Ethan using prompts 24 and 41? Thankyouu

There’s a particular part of the year in which the climate everywhere merges to become one giant annoyance to a good chunk of the population on Earth. Maybe the leaves are turning into brilliant orange and yellow hues as the moisture dries them into a satisfying crunch underneath your shoes. Maybe the dew clinging to the quickly browning shards of grass is half frozen some mornings. Maybe it’s barely hovering above freezing some mornings, frosting over the windows of your bedroom or drawing a puff of smoke past your lips each time you exhale.

That doesn’t stop it from becoming a scorching eighty degrees not hours later, effectively evaporating any bit of that frost into a thin layer of hazy fog over the now humid air. The sun ruins any piece of long clothing you bundled into that morning, drawing a thin layer of unflattering sweat to your hairline as you don’t want to shed the clothing items that cling to any hope of the upcoming fall season. 

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