i don't know what this is but it was an attempt at something

Publishing work is intimidating; publishing something that you’ve been working on for months, something with a heavy word count and a lot of people involved, is even scarier. You never want to be torn down for something that you’ve spent so much time on. Fortunately, this fandom is typically very encouraging.

I know how it feels to post a monster fic, and to be so excited for people to read it. It’s exhausting and nerve wrecking but most of all, it feels like relief.

With that being said, @tvshows-addict and @anhcor just released a massive fic called Where Your Heart Is. I chat with some of the people (or rather, person) working behind the scenes to help make this story come to fruition, and I know it’s been labor intensive and a lot of work for everyone involved. When a community has come together to create something this big - a community clearly filled with love and support - you know it’s something special. I haven’t read the fic yet - let’s be real, it’s 155k, unless I’m a robot, I obviously haven’t read it yet - but knowing that this fic has been in the works for months and has had so many people actively taking part in it makes me think it has to be good ;) Congrats to the writers and betas! (Now go take a nap!) xx

“You realize you have a Ginny smile, right?”

Mike leans back from his perch against the counter and looks at Evelyn who moves to stand beside him.

They’re encamped in the Sanders’ kitchen, watching as Ginny and Blip attempt to best Marcus and Gabe at Just Dance. 

“In all the years of knowing you, Mike,” Evelyn continues. “I’ve never seen you smile like that except when you’re smiling at Ginny. Or because of something Ginny did. Or when you’re in her general vicinity.”

Mike’s shoulders drop before he takes a long drag of his beer. “She’s with whatshisface. So there’s nothing to do,” he replies, trying for flippant, but not quite getting there by the look Evelyn levels at him.

“So, you’re just content to pine and hope that maybe–”

“I’m not going to ruin anything for her,” he interrupts. “I’m not going to make her life any harder. If he’s what she wants, then so be it.”

Evelyn shakes her head and goes to refill her wine glass. 

“Just seems like a waste of a good smile.”


Selfish Desires (Part 2)

A/N: Part 2. It’s a bit long. Rushed through it. Might be some grammatical and spelling errors. This one has some rated stuff in it. Or an attempt on it.

Part 1

***Once again everything in the bold italics is Jungkook’s thoughts. Not that many in this one.

It’s been about a week since Jungkook’s confession to Jimin and after what had happened between them. Jungkook hasn’t spoken to Jimin since then.  Been avoiding any possible contact. Jungkook recently heard that Jimin apologized to Arin about not showing up to their previous schedule and asked her out again for dinner. News was that they were dating. Others say that they kicked it off that night of the date. But Jungkook wouldn’t know.  If everything was still normal and something did happen, Jungkook would have been the first one to know. But…Jungkook didn’t care.  He could care less about what was going on between Jimin and Arin and what their relationship was.  It didn’t bother him. It didn’t bother him that Jimin hasn’t tried to contact Jungkook or even once tried to come find him and see how he was. It didn’t bother him one bit.

…then why am I standing in front of his dorm room? Jungkook pressed his nose bridge as he tapped his foot irritably. Aish.  Out of all places, how did I wind up here? Jungkook paced back and forth in front of the door. Stopping every now and then as if he was going to knock on the door, but then go right back to pacing. Damn it. Just knock on the door. You’re already here. But what if Jimin hyung isn’t even in the room? Would have just wasted my time. Wait. Wasted my time? So I do have something to say to him then? This went on for about another two or three minutes with Jungkook arguing with himself in his own head. Other students just laughed as they passed by the oblivious male.  

“Agh! Just do it,” Jungkook said. He was about midway from knocking when the door suddenly flew open.

“Hm? Jeon Jungkook? What a surprise,” Jimin said with his head tilted to the side. He had such a cute smile on his face. Such a small little curve on his lips. Jungkook was frozen in spot with his face bloodshot red.  “I was just about to come to see you too. But good thing you’re already here. Come in,” Jimin said, motioning the youngster into the room. Jungkook – still silent – slowly walked into the room.  “Haven’t seen you in a while. Whatcha been up to lately?” Jimin said as he jumped onto his bed.  

Jungkook shuffled his feet around, tapping and kicking the floor slightly. “Nothing much,” he answered, “what about you hyung?  What have you been doing lately?  Been busy with stuff?”  

“Stuff?  What kind of stuff you talking about?” Jimin said. He stretched out on the bed onto his stomach.  

Stuff with Arin.  What kind of stuff have you been doing with Arin?  “I don’t know.  That’s why I’m asking you,” Jungkook replied with a slight pout.

Jimin giggled slightly, the sound resonating in Jungkook’s ears.  “If you’re referring to Arin, there’s nothing going on between us. I’ve heard some pretty amusing things this past week though. People getting really creative nowadays,” Jimin said propping his face in his hands. Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at how plump Jimin’s lips looked. His cheeks looked extra chubby and squishy in between his hands like that. It made Jungkook want to –

“So why have you been avoiding me?” Jimin asked, catching Jungkook off guard.  

“Huh?  What?”

“Oh so what?  Not seeing me for a week is a normal thing now?” Jimin asked.


“Is it because of what had happened?” Jimin interrupted.


“What if I told you it’s okay?” Jimin interrupted again. “What if I told you the thing you had done was okay?  And that I wasn’t bothered by it?”

Jungkook was dumbfounded for a second, but still. Jimin probably just felt bad for what had happened.  He seriously didn’t think that way. Jimin was just being Jimin.

“Hyung, it was just my own selfish desires. You really don’t have to force yourself to say all this stuff to make me feel better. That’s not what I want from you,” Jungkook said.  

Jungkook was wide eyed as Jimin’s lips pressed against his. Jimin was on his tippy-toes and holding Jungkook’s face with both hands. Jungkook tried to push Jimin away, but he wasn’t budging. Yes Jimin was small but he was strong.  Very strong.  And even sometimes Jungkook would forget that because of his size.  

“You little brat.  Now do you understand?”

“…You started it first,” Jungkook said and he was all over Jimin. Jungkook had Jimin’s face in his hands as he hungrily kissed those plump lips. That familiar, wonderful taste. He wanted more and more of it. Jungkook backed Jimin up against the door, his hand now behind the back of Jimin’s neck deepening the kiss.  Jimin kissed Jungkook back with just as much force, his hands gripping the sides of Jungkook’s shirt tightly. Breaking away from the kiss, Jungkook planted a trail of kisses along Jimin’s jawline. He sucked and nibbled slightly at Jimin’s Adam’s apple and along the curve of Jimin’s neck.  A satisfied smile curved onto his lips when Jimin let out a soft moan.  

“Hyung, you wore this sweater on purpose huh?” Jungkook asked in between his trail of kisses.  “You were planning to come see me that’s why you wore this sweater right?” With a little tug, one side fell off of Jimin’s shoulder.  Jungkook trailed over sucking on Jimin’s collarbone.  Another soft moan escaped from Jimin.  

“Are you feeling good right now?” Jungkook whispered into Jimin’s ear before taking a bite of his earlobe. “Shall I make you feel even better?”  Before Jimin could answer, Jungkook was already on his knees and untying the strings to Jimin’s shorts.  

“Yah.  What are you—“  In one swift movement, Jimin’s shorts and boxers were pulled off, revealing his cock. Jungkook licked his lips.  “Jeon Jungkook, you can’t be thinking of…” Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s member and gave it a slight pump.  Jimin jerked at the sudden, cold touch.  “Jungkook, you…you can’t…”

Jungkook licked the underside of Jimin’s cock until he reached the tip.  His mouth slightly grazed over the tip, teasing Jimin.  “C-can you not…ah…”  Jimin covered his mouth with his hand.  A huge grin formed on Jungkook’s face. Okay.  No more playtime.  And Jimin’s entire length was in Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin didn’t know if he should be mortified or be amazed at the sight. He watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared from Jungkook’s mouth, head bobbing back and forth.  Jimin’s head leaned back against the door as he legs began to spread wider and wider, allowing Jungkook to move in closer between his legs.  Jungkook’s hands caressed Jimin’s thigh, moving slightly inner and massing him gently.  “Jungkook, I’m…ah…ah…don’t…stop…” Jimin’s hand was in Jungkook’s hair holding his head in place. He was practically panting and his moans were muffled by his free hand. He was holding back but even so Jungkook could hear every bit of it. Jungkook glanced up.  The sight was divine and so beautiful – Jimin’s red, embarrassed, pleasure-filled face. It was hot. Jungkook kept going until he felt Jimin twitch inside his mouth. Licking Jimin’s cock clean, Jungkook pressed his lips against Jimin’s, letting him taste himself.

“Hyung, don’t you think that was a bit too fast?” Jungkook joked.

Jimin’s face flushed with heat.  “Why do you keep making fun of me?”   Jungkook couldn’t help but smile seeing the pout on Jimin’s face. He pecked Jimin on the lips. “It’s because you’re just too cute,” Jungkook said before crushing his lips once more against Jimin’s.

Their lips molded into one another.  Fighting against another. Jungkook bit the bottom of Jimin’s lip, a whimper escaping from his lips. Jimin’s hands were roaming freely on their own, moving from Jungkook’s chest and eventually finding their way under his shirt. Jungkook moaned into the kiss as Jimin’s hands traced along his skin.  The touch was barely grazing over yet Jungkook could feel warmth over every little area. Jimin’s hands were curious as they moved lower and lower.

“Hyung, you don’t have to,” Jungkook said in between kisses.  Jimin’s hand found itself moving pass the elastic of Jungkook’s boxers and inside. “Don’t force yourself.  Not for me.”

Jimin shoved Jungkook and frowned, which was probably one of the cutest expressions Jungkook’s ever seen.  “Why do you keep insisting on that?”

“Because…I care about you, hyung.  And I don’t want you doing things you don’t want,” Jungkook answered.

“Well it’s not only you.  I want this too, and I want to make you feel good also,” Jimin said crossing his arms angrily.  Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh. “Why are you laughing at me again?!”  Jungkook kissed Jimin.  “Okay. I’m sorry hyung,” Jungkook said, a slight chuckle in his response.  “Go to the bed,” Jimin commanded.  Jungkook was obedient and obeyed the order.

Jungkook laid completely still on the bed, observing what Jimin was planning to do next.  He felt a throb in his dick as he watched Jimin crawl onto the bed making his way up to Jungkook.  Untying the strings to Jungkook’s sweatpants, Jimin pulled it off along with the boxers, revealing the already hard cock. He grasped the cock rightly as he pumped it slowly. Compared to Jungkook’s big and cold hands, Jimin’s were small and warm. But they knew exactly what they were doing.  Wasting no time, Jungkook’s length entered Jimin’s mouth. Jungkook let out a satisfied groan, feeling Jimin’s teeth lightly graze his member.  

“Hyung!  Your mouth feels so good on my cock!” Jungkook moaned. Jimin was totally focused on the cock. Head bobbing up and down as his hands rubbed the sides, not forgetting to give Jungkook’s balls some slight attention as well. Jimin kissed the tip of Jungkook’s cock and gave it another pump.  Grabbing Jimin by the face, Jungkook pulled him on top and kissed him softly.  

“Hyung, I’m not like you.  I’m not gonna cum from a blow job,” Jungkook said.

“You’re making fun of me again!”  Jungkook pecked Jimin quickly before switching their positions. Jungkook hovered over Jimin. He caressed Jimin’s cheek as he stared down lovingly.  

“Like I said, it’s because you’re cute.”  And Jungkook crushed his lips desperately onto Jimin’s. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouth, moaning into one another. Jungkook’s forearm pushed Jimin’s sweater up, revealing his chest. His fingers found their way to Jimin’s nipples, playing and twisting at them.  

“Jung…Jungkook…ah…” Jungkook mouth trailed down Jimin’s neck, sucking deeply at the pale skin.  After pulling off Jimin’s sweater, Jungkook’s mouth was immediately on Jimin’s nipples. His tongue made swirls from one side to the other, giving each nipple the same amount of attention.  Jimin clutched on the sides of the blanket tightly, holding back his moans as much as he could.

Jimin was caught by surprise when Jungkook suddenly flipped him over onto his stomach.  Jungkook leaned his chest against Jimin’s back as he nibbled on Jimin’s ear.  “You’re hard again hyung.”  “Shut up,” Jimin said.  Jungkook planted wet kisses along Jimin’s back.  His hands were all over Jimin, playing with his nipples one moment and massaging Jimin’s inner thighs the next. Jimin yelped as Jungkook smacked his ass cheek.  “You have such a nice ass,” Jungkook said. Jimin felt so embarrassed.  Why does Jungkook have to say such things? Parting Jimin’s cheeks, Jungkook licked his lips at the sight of Jimin’s hole. He started with a tiny lick before covering it completely with his mouth.

“Jungkook…ah…why are you…ah…why are you licking there? It’s so…ah…so dirty…”

“Because I want to taste every part of your body,” Jungkook answered, still licking and sucking at the hole.  “Make every part of your body mine.”

“Why do you keep saying such embarrassing things?” Jimin asked in between pants. Jungkook turned Jimin’s face to the side, letting their lips meet. “Because I love you hyung,” Jungkook said.  If Jimin’s face wasn’t already red, his face would be redder than red by now. “You’re ready now hyung.” Jungkook pulled off his shirt as he positioned himself.  Holding Jimin by the hips, Jungkook’s tip slowly stretched Jimin’s entrance. 

“No. Jungkook! Stop! It hurts!”

“Relax hyung.  It’s gonna feel good,” Jungkook said, filling Jimin up completely. “You’re so tight hyung.  Feels so good to have you around my cock.” Moving slowly at first, Jungkook thrusted into Jimin. Jimin clenched the sides of the bed. Jungkook was right.  It did feel good.  Too good. Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s neglected member and gave it a good pump. He thrusted and pumped in unison. Jimin’s moans were inaudible as his face was stuffed into the pillow. Jungkook’s pressed his chest against Jimin’s back.  He placed his hand over top of Jimin’s, intertwining their fingers.

“Let me hear your moans hyung.  Don’t silence them,” Jungkook said into Jimin’s ear.

“No.  It’s…it’s embarrassing,” Jimin said.

“I wanna hear them.  Moan for me hyung.  Let me hear your beautiful voice,” Jungkook said, placing kisses along Jimin’s neck and shoulder.  Jimin’s face was blood red from the embarrassment as he moaned uncontrollably. Jungkook’s thrusts were slow but hard. Hitting Jimin right in the spot each and every time.

“Ah…I love…I love your cock so much Jungkook. Ah…feels so good…ah…oh god…” Jimin moaned. Pulling out, Jungkook flipped Jimin over just to thrust right back into Jimin’s hole. “Shit!  Jungkook…Jungkook…ah…”  Jungkook’s thrusting quickened, balls smacking Jimin in the ass cheeks.  The sound of their skin slapping against one another loudly.  Jungkook held Jimin’s legs apart spreading them wider and wider.  It’s amazing how flexible Jimin was. Jungkook wanted to see how much more he could push before Jimin would break.

“Open your eyes hyung,” Jungkook said thrusting harder. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

“I…I can’t…too…ah…too good…ah ah…”  

“Look at me hyung,” Jungkook said.  “I want you to see when we cum together.” Jimin tried to keep his eyes open, but it was hard when his body wasn’t responding even to him. Jungkook pushed Jimin’s hair out of his face. “Jungkook…Jungkook…” Jimin desperately called. Jungkook was nearing and he knew Jimin was too.  He thrusted deeper into Jimin. “Jungkook…I’m gonna…”  Jungkook crashed their lips together as they both came. Jimin held Jungkook tightly as they both shook from the pleasure. Jungkook breathed deeply into the crook of Jimin’s neck, their chests rising slowly up and down together.

“Hey, do you think the entire hall heard us?”  Jimin asked.



hello friends–

i wanted to share with you this film i made last year called “i don’t mind waiting until it gets better,” which was shot over a twenty year period, 1996-2016, and assembled last spring.

in compiling the footage, i was thinking a lot at the time about the idea of memory and how it becomes impacted by trauma, and what recovery - or “better” - might be, especially when certain memories are unrecoverable or damaging to recover. scenes from other films jut in and out of the footage that i shot in an attempt to “fill in the gaps” of the things i wasn’t able to document myself.

it’s very personal and so as per usual i have no idea if it will resonate with other people at all but who knows maybe it will say something to you. <3

I just posted something with a gif of Ben Wyatt as, I think, some sort of feeble attempt at grabbing humor in an utterly humorless situation. As if making a joke would make this okay.

None of this is okay.

I am watching America tell me I don’t matter. That my body, that my consent, that my thoughts, that my intelligence, that my person doesn’t matter. That so many people don’t matter and I don’t actually know what to do.

The reason I’m always outraged when people hop on my posts and show they asses is because I stay in my lane. I make it a point to know what the fuck I’m talking about. You know why? Because I don’t like getting dragged, being wrong, or looking stupid.

I am always consulting my sister Google when I have questions or doubts or need to verify something. I make it a point not to comment on shit I don’t know anything about, especially when it’s likely the OP has knowledge and experience or context that I don’t. I defer to those with more knowledge and I know my place.

Which is why I’m outraged, aghast, filled with consternation, utterly bewildered, and fucking livid when some know nothing adds bullshit to my post. These people look at what I’ve written, decide they disagree and know more, and then attempt to gather me without consulting a fucking source or even taking a cursory scroll of my blog. It’s disrespectful, rude, and audacious to step outside your lane and throw yourself into mine! And expect to not get hit?!

Don’t ever fucking disrespect me by assuming without reason or evidence that you know more than I do about something I have taken the time to personally post about. You will get hit and dragged back to your lane. Humble yourself! Because I am not the one.

Imagine Erik Finding Out That You, His Young Daughter, Have Inherited His Powers

Originally posted by timestolaugh

“Slow down, Erik, what are you on about?” Charles frowned through the phone.

“Y/N has- she’s- she’s like me, Charles!” Erik sputtered. He had you in one arm, and you were squirming in an attempt to ‘do the magic’ again. You had always been very enchanted by your father when he did little magic tricks with his metallokinesis to entertain you, and you were only concerned with your joy of possessing ‘the magic’ as well.

“NO, Y/N, no, no no, we do not do that with those!” Erik said quickly, moving the silverware you had begun to float out of your sight. He pulled the phone back over to his ear to hear what Charles had to say about it. It didn’t quite matter if he had moved the dangerous utensils; you had found something else to play with.

“Just bring her to the mansion, I’ll run a few simple tests I do with the students, she’ll be fine, Erik.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll bring her up in the morning,” Erik sighed. He hung up the phone with a breath of relief, only to look down at you.

“Papa, look!” you giggled; his old, worn Magneto helmet rested loosely over your head. Memories around that helmet flooded his mind, both good and bad. He had tried to hurt in that headpiece. He had tried to kill, and he had wanted to keep that part of his past far away from you.

However, looking down at the innocence in your eyes, he felt a spark of hope. Maybe, where he had become a symbol of hate, you could be one of hope.

(For @silverwingedfox)

The idea for this came during au week and I also wanted to write something for @kickassfu‘s bday a month ago now and holy writer’s block batman.

I quickly realized this could be 10k+ words, so made an attempt to keep this short, telling the tale in brief, loosely-connected scenes. Unbetad and barely read through so i can just freaking post. Let me know what you think. Mostly AU, as I don’t watch the show now.

Caroline forgets on a Thursday.

The tendrils of sleep feel like they’re clinging to her more strongly than usual, and she scrubs a hand across her face. What is it she’s supposed to do today? She yawns, stretching her arms out, mind racing and trying to grasp on anything and failing. What is she even doing here? She looks at her surroundings - a hotel room, the air conditioner whispering quietly in the corner, the bed soft and plush - somewhere expensive then. She’s alone, no dent in the pillow next to her, which somehow surprises her. OK. Phone? Phone. She picks it up from the end table and swipes it, breathing a sigh of relief when her thumbprint unlocks.

Opening up her recent calls there’s an incoming call from someone named Cam  the day before, as well as a call to a Bonnie, who has ICE next to her name, made three weeks prior. Ok. Not as much information as she had hoped. She opens the messages, finding a similar state. A lot of recent texts with whoever this Cam is, including a rather final sounding ‘Do not contact me again’. Pissed off, she presses call. Clearly Cam is a lost cause, but maybe he? she? can tell her some basic details.

“I told you not to call me ever again.” The voice sounds nervous, almost afraid.

“Yeah well I woke up in a hotel room with no idea who the hell I am or why, so thought maybe you could bend the rules, Cam.” Caroline spits out his name like a curse - she’s scrolling through past messages from him, catching some fervent ‘I love yous’ and heart emojis. How quickly love fades.

She hears a sigh on the other end, then an awkward pause before Cam speaks again. “I am sorry, Caroline. I love you, but I cannot. Talk to Bonnie, your friend.  She will help.” The line goes dead.


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do you ever think about claire being waken up at night partly because of her own nightmare and the faint crying a couple doors down and when she gets up she finds alex with her hands holding tightly onto the porcelain sink and when she notices claire, she hides, but not before claire sees the bloodshot eyes, tear stained cheeks and swollen lips from alex attempting to stifle her sobs, and it claire just takes a step back because who is this person? the girl splashing cold water on her face and muttering excuses isn’t the girl who is constantly snapping at claire or turning her nose up at her, this is a girl who needs comfort something claire isn’t the best at but dammit if she doesn’t step back in the doorway, waiting patiently for alex to compose herself before albeit hesitantly (she was just waiting for alex to push her away and snap insults) but alex just falls into claire’s embrace. “it was the night at the school,” alex says after a while, voice raw, “but no one came and they killed jody — they killed you and i couldn’t stop them —” claire’s understanding because she’s seen her mom die over and over again, has been left behind by her father millions of times in nightmares so she tightens her grip and says “i’m not going anywhere. and if i do, it’s not gonna be at the hands of vamp douche.” and alex pulls back and rolls her eyes, commenting on claire’s idiocy but she’s smiling as she does. when claire goes back to her own room, the nightmare forgotten and the house quiet, she falls asleep with alex’s smile imprinted in her memory

More siren!Eridan because i love the idea too much. 

He probably has a great dislike of angels b/c he’s mistaken for one so often from a distance or something. 


Dark!Skyeward AU: Grant Ward knew being undercover at Hydra for Shield had it’s risks. Being murdered by the person that the super spy himself went undercover for in the first place wasn’t one of the considered risks. Unaware of Ward’s occupation, Phil Coulson did what he thought was necessary and killed the man with his own two hands, unaware of Ward’s attempts at a a good deed. Though, Coulson wasn’t alone. From afar, Skye stood emotionless, watching with blurred vision as Coulson left Ward’s body to rot, with nothing but dust circling the air with every step he made away from the corpse. Unforgiving of her directors actions, Skye took it upon herself to avenge the man she lost, and would never get back. Anger fueled her system every waking day as she began her path to revenge.

glitch in the matrix

okay i’m not sure if this would really qualify as a glitch in the matrix but it freaked me out nonetheless.

about a year ago i needed something from the store so my mom took me to target. she told me to go inside the store and get what i needed while she parked. my little sister stayed stayed with her.

i quickly found what i needed (poster board for a school project in case you were wondering) but i saw no sign of my mom, and since i had no money on me i called her to ask where she was.

my mom ALWAYS picks up her phone no matter what, especially if it’s me or one of my siblings calling; so i found it really strange that she hadn’t answered. i tried calling again, but again, no answer. right when i was about to attempt calling a third time, a call came in: it was my mom.

relieved, i answered but her response scared the crap out of me.

“i can’t answer right now, something happened”, and then she just hung up. she sounded as if she were crying and in pain and after standing dumbstruck for a few seconds, i ran out of the store to check the parking lot for her and my little sister. i thought something horrible had happened like a car crash or something, my heart was beating so fast i was so scared.

but once outside i didn’t spot anything. the parking lot, which had been completely full just a while ago, was now completely empty. i also saw no signs of people or other cars around the usual busy street.

completely freaked, i walked back into the store, but it was also now empty. i looked around but found no one else. i was so scared at this point i had no idea what to do. i felt so alone i wanted to cry, but i just shut my eyes.

when i opened them, i was at the electronic section of the store, and an employee was shaking me and asking if i was alright. the employee said he had found me just staring blankly at the ground for a good 30 minutes, and had been trying to get me out of my daze for about 10 minutes. he said i kept muttering “don’t hurt them don’t hurt me” over and over. he looked pretty freaked out, but i was so confused.

right then, my mom called me and sounded angry.

“where are you? your sister and i have been searching everywhere for you for the past hour!”

i was so relieved to hear her voice but i was also confused because it sounded so different from her last call. also, i was sure i had only been gone for a few minutes. i told her i was by the electronics and she came in a few minutes.

she and my little sister seemed perfectly okay, but i must have seemed out of it because my mom kept asking if i was okay. i didn’t want to mention anything until we were back home.

i asked her what was up with the call earlier and she just looked at me confused.

“what call? the one where i asked where you were?”

“no, no! the one before! where you sounded like you were crying…”

“i only called you once”

“no, i had been calling you a couple times but you didn’t answer. and then i got a call from you and it sounded like you were really upset and then you just hung up on me!”

she told me she never got any calls from me and that she never called me or said any of what i had mentioned. frustrated, i showed her my call log, and sure enough there were the attempts at calling her and the creepy call i had gotten from her. but she shook her head and showed me her call log, which only showed the call she made to ask me where i was.

i didn’t mention anything about everyone disappearing or suddenly finding myself in the electronics department after closing my eyes. she already thought i was crazy because of the phone call ordeal, but i still wonder what the hell happened? who or what called, and why had everyone disappeared? and why did i find myself in a different section of the store muttering (what i hope was) nonsense?

Nicepants headcanon; What if BurgerPants has lots of kitty tendencies?? Like sometimes when Nice Cream guy is petting his ears or stroking down his back BP starts purring uncontrollably and leans into the warm hands touching him. Sometimes when they hang out and are watching movies or cuddling BP doesn’t notice that he’s begun kneading whatever part of his boyfriend that he can reach, it kinda hurts but NC thinks its too cute to mention and make BP self conscious about. BurgerPants has those teeny tiny kitty sneezes and doesn’t realize that everyone around him thinks its the cutest thing ever. When the two of them go on dates and BugerPants is super excited but playing it cool he doesn’t realize his cover’s been blown by his tail that is lashing excitedly. His pupils enlarge when he catches sight of things he really likes and he wiggles his hips when he’s getting ready to chase something or perhaps when he’s going to attempt to jump and grab something. My point being that BurgerPants with kitty tendencies would be the cutest fucking thing.

Catching Feelings - Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: Warning: Contains smutty sex and swearing and shit. 

‘Four missed calls, three text messages and two voice mails.,’ Hyunjung says as she takes in the screen of her phone. ‘He wants to know if you’re coming tonight…’

‘Really?’ You reply nonchalantly, ignoring her embedded question intentionally.

‘Heck, I want to know if you’re coming tonight.’ Her eyes follow you as you stand, a simple robe wrapped around your near naked body as you flick through your closet in an attempt for something decent to wear.

‘Not sure…’ Your response is clipped, your tone short.

‘Come on, Y/n. It’s something really important to me. Jay drama aside, I need you to be there. This is what I’ve been working towards since we were kids.’ You let out a soft sigh, turning to take in Hyunjung’s pleading expression as she sat cross legged on your bed. You knew how important tonight was to her. Not only was it her birthday, it was the release of her first EP.

‘Hyunie… you know I love you, but this whole thing where I hang out with your work mates clearly hasn’t panned out very well.,’ You pause, brushing over the details of how truly awkward your relationship with Jay had become. You’d not even talked to him since the party two weeks ago, despite the numerous invitations to meet up he’d sent you. ‘You know I support you one hundred percent in this, and there is no one prouder of you than I am. But I really, really can’t see myself spending the evening in the same room as Jay without ruining it for you.’

‘It’s not about you. It’s about me. I’m asking for you to put it aside for one night. Please, Y/n.’ Your eyes met hers, and you knew that she had a point. You really couldn’t say no.

Nervously, you fidget with the short black dress that had been chosen for you by Hyunjung, the sequins glittering under the canopy of lights strung across the outdoor rooftop. You’d never been to the private venue before, but Hyunjung had told you to wear something nice, because the party was bound to be legendary. Her styling had left you self conscious - the skirt much shorter than you’d remembered it being the last time you wore it, the material clinging tightly in what she claimed were all the right places. You’d made the awkward decision to come alone, instantly regretting it as soon as you made your entrance. Hyungjung wasn’t here yet, and you hadn’t been able to spot anyone you recognized in the hoard of already present bodies. You huddle quietly towards the open bar, your heels clicking against the wooden floor. You rest your clutch on the bench top, waiting a few moments before your hand signaled to the bartender. His eye catches yours, taking in the signal, before turning to serve someone else who was approaching from the other side. You sigh deeply, your shoulders sagging slightly with disappointment. A sharp whistle spikes the air from behind you, and the bartender turns, his attention instantly falling back to you.

‘I believe the lady was first.’ Jay’s smooth voice carries from over your shoulder. Your cheeks warm as the attention of the near patrons refocus on you due his commanding presence, the strong smell of his cologne overwhelming you as he steps closer despite you not turning to see him.

‘Yes, Mr. Park.’ The bartender bows swiftly, abandoning the customer he was making his way towards.

‘I’m just letting you know that this is a very special friend of mine. I’d be very disappointed if she was ignored.,’ His hand comes to rest delicately on your shoulder, his fingers subtly grazing the bare skin of your arm. ‘Give her whatever drink she wants, all night.’

‘You know what, it’s fine. I don’t want a drink anymore.,’ You shake yourself free from his grip, dusting your shoulder with your hand to get him to release you. You turn, and he steps in front of you to pause your movement. Your eyes settle on his face for the first time in weeks, the hurt he’d felt at being ignored spreading between you thickly. ‘This was such a stupid idea.’ You shake your head as you mutter to yourself, breaking the eye contact between you both as you step around him, making a beeline for the door you’d entered moments before. Your heels click as you carry yourself, your head held tall, through the entrance and out to the quieter area of the lobby.

‘Y/n, stop, please. Just let me talk.’ His voice echos through the air as you continue towards the lift.

‘Jay, I don’t want to hear it.,’ You turn on your heel, barking your words out dramatically. ‘What part of that don’t you understand? I don’t want to talk with you. I don’t want to wake up to seven missed calls every morning. I don’t want to have to ignore the twelve texts a day you’ve been sending me. I just wish we’d never even started this whole messed up thing and I could pretend you didn’t exist.’ Your words cut him dramatically. You can see his body physically tense, pausing in it’s movement towards you. His face drops, the impact your words were having on him displaying on his face.

‘Shit.,’ He huffs out an intake of air, his face contorting in a mangled shape as his hands reach up to ruffle his own hair. ‘Okay. Okay, I’ll let you go.’ The deflation in his voice causes you to pause, his final admission of defeat rendering him utterly exposed to you.

‘Jay…’ You pause, the hurt you’ve caused him flooding you with an intense guilt. You knew he’d been in a bad shape, but it wasn’t until now that the weight of the situation dawns on you.

‘No, it’s fine.,’ He croaks, waving his hand dismissively in an attempt to remain cool. ‘I get it.’ His hands shift into the pockets of his jacket, his shoulders shrugging against his ears.

‘We can talk.’ You stand, separated from him by space, your body tense.

‘No… you don’t want to. I understand that now.’ He says sheepishly, turning slowly on his heel to walk back towards the party.

‘It’s not that I don’t want to… It’s that I’m scared of what I’m going to say.’ It slips out of your mouth before you can stop it, the admission you’d been denying yourself for so long. Jay pauses, his head twisting to cast his gaze back over his shoulder towards you.

‘It’s that bad, is it? I know I fucked up… Yell at me, swear, scream… say whatever you want. Anything has to be better than leaving me feeling this guilty.’

‘I’m not going to scream at you. I’m not even mad at you, Jay.,’ You sigh deeply, your own hands coming up to cover your forehead. ‘I’m mad at myself for falling for you. Jesus.’ His entire body turns, coming to look at you, the admission not lost and only serving to increase the intensity in the hallway. The elevator door opens, an already buzzed Seonghwa stumbling through the door, a girl latched onto his arm. The interruption punctuates the tension, and Seonghwa’s half laugh dies as his eyes fall on you, before flicking to Jay quickly.

‘Hey!,’ He attempts in a fake cheer. ‘Y/n, I’m glad you came!’ His arms open wide to envelop you in a half hug, earning a huffing whine from the girl behind him.

‘Hey, Seonghwa.’ You mumble shyly into him.

‘Y/n, let’s go… I know where we can talk.’ Jay interrupts tensely.

‘Talk? What are you talking about?’ Seonghwa asks curiously, taking in Jay’s loose stance. You notice a subtle shift in his demeanor, your confession having lifted a significant weight off his chest.

‘Nothing.’ Jay’s tone suggests a finality that Seonghwa doesn’t want to ignore. He nods, stepping well away from you to allow Jay to come forward, grasping your hand. A tingle runs through your body at his touch. You follow him as he walks you past an elevator to the fire exit, opening the door with a solid push. You glance back at Gray, his dumbfounded expression following you blankly until you too disappear behind the door. It shuts with a heavy click, the complete darkness of the stairwell surrounding you. You feel a weight press you back against the door, hitting it hard, before Jay’s lips dive longingly into your own. The passion behind his mouth is relentless, his teeth grazing against your bottom lip before his tongue slips inside to caress your own. Your breathing stutters as he unexpectedly continues, the power of his advances something you hadn’t even realized you’d missed, pulling your focus from the thoughts swirling around in your brain. He separates from you briefly.

‘Jay, what the fuck?’ You rasp out, slowing yourself to catch your breath. Despite the darkness, you feel his body against yours, his hand reaching overhead, fumbling against the wall next to the door. After a moment, a sound of triumph echos from Jay, his fingers finding what they want. A small click sounds and the stairwell floods with light, the dim drabness of the landing you were on exposed in full view.

‘I’ve missed you.’ He growls as his lips brush against your throat, grazing the softness of your neck with a desperate longing. A sharpness pierces the skin as he sucks harshly, his teeth nipping in a way you knew would leave a mark. Your hands begin moving of their own accord, your fingers trailing their way to the buttons of his shirt, slowly peeling the first one open.

‘Are we doing this?’ You pull back as your hands shift to the second button, lingering teasingly. You felt muddled. Your brain was confused, but the power of his seduction was removing your ability to reason.

‘You’ve fallen for me?’ He questions as his hand slips low on your thigh, his eagerness showing as it creeps it’s way under the hem of your short dress.

‘Mmm.’ You murmur, his second button coming undone with a pop.

‘Then why were you ignoring me?’ His breath caresses against your earlobe as his hand grasps your ass, causing you to squirm, your hips bucking. His apparent erection presses through the pencil thin suit pants into your core.

‘I’m scared, Jay… You’re gone half the time, you’re working nonstop when you are around, you could basically have sex with anyone you want at any given time and I know i’m not pretty enough to compete…’ His hand shifts from molding your ass, moving around to the front, grazing your inner thigh before shifting up between your leg. Despite the words that were spouting from your mouth, your body was betraying you, melting from the heat of Jay’s fumbled touches.

‘There is no competition. I don’t want anyone else, though. I want you, Y/n.,’ He plants a kiss against your chin, his tongue brushing the soft flesh. ‘Do you want me?’ You nod your head subtly, your subconscious ignoring your insecurities.

‘Yes.’ Your mouth releases a breathy moan of consent. His tongue caresses against your neck, hitting the sweet spot of flesh at the base of your throat. You couldn’t deny yourself any longer. ‘Jay, please… Fuck me.’

‘Daddy want’s you so bad, baby girl.,’ His bottom lip drags slowly against the skin of your collarbone as he moves his rosy lips, his hand working to slap against your ass. A sharp sting shakes your body. ‘Take off your panties.’ His voice demands in an erotic growl. He steps slowly away from you, allowing you the space needed to hike up your dress, your fingers hitching their way into your thong to pry them slowly down your legs. They fall onto your heels, and you step out of them, leaving them crushed beneath the thick of the sole of your pumps. As you do so, he fumbles with his belt buckle, his pants slipping low to expose his member, solid with anticipation at what was about to happen. He shoves you roughly against the wall, his hands gliding over your sides to bunch your dress above your hips.

‘Jay, we’re in a stairwell…’

‘I don’t fucking care.,’ His hand wraps around your left leg, tugging it ruthlessly over his hip. His forehead leans to press against you, feeling the flush of breath from his nose. ‘I’ve waited so long to hear you say that. I’m going to take you. I have to. I can’t wait any longer. Okay?’ His breathy urgency burns your core, causing your hips to press forward against him, bucking softly. His erection presses against your folds, sliding over your already swollen clitoris, coating itself in your juices for lubrication. Your hands reach between you to guide Jay to your entrance. This was it. After this moment, there was no turning back. He senses your hesitation, his lust faltering before his lips crash romantically into you, pillowing against your own in delicate whispered kisses.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry I fucked up. I didn’t know how to tell you I loved you. I love you, Y/n. I’m sorry.’ You silence him by pushing your hips forward, your hands guiding him into you and allowing him to slowly fill you. You didn’t want to talk about emotions. You wanted a distraction, a focus to prevent the rampant thoughts in your brain. Your eyes close as you feel the familiar pinch of his fullness, the pressure of him against your velvet walls causing your toes to curl.

‘Shhhh, Jay. Just fuck me.,’ You rasp, your hips jutting to cause the friction you so desperately needed. His abs roll slowly against you, waist pumping himself between your legs at a slow, steady pace. Your hands reach to cradle his muscular ass, pulling him deeper into your slickness. ‘Please, Jay. Faster. Please.’ Your voice is a messy of neediness.

‘What’s my name, baby girl?’ His lips are on your collar bone again, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin.

‘Daddy. Please, Daddy. Faster.’ Your words gain you a powerful thrust, your ragged moan echoing off the cold walls of the stairwell as Jay picks up pace. You’d forgotten how easily Jay could pull you apart, coaxing every inch of your body to heightened pleasure.

‘Did Derek fuck you like this, my girl?,’ His mouth presses the words into the curve of your neck. ‘Was his dick as good as mine?’

‘Shut up, Jay.’ You warn.

‘I want to know.’ He slows down, withdrawing himself almost completely from you, the longing ache left causing a delicate whimper to escape you.

‘This is a mood killer, Jay.’ Your annoyance is evident, and you lean forward to peck his lips in an attempt to coax him back to action.

‘Tell me.’ He shifts himself again, dangerously close to leaving you entirely. Before you can talk he rams himself roughly into you, the static contrast causing the vibrations of your moan to mute against his chest as you collapse into him, overcome with pleasure.

‘We didn’t have sex.,’ You whisper into his chest. ‘I haven’t even seen him since that day.’

‘Good.,’ Jay says with satisfaction. ‘Good, baby girl.’ His hip snap against you again, your body punching against the door from his energy. His relentless passion drills into you, your moans spilling out in a desperate pace, echoing eerily in the open space of the stairwell. Your muscles flex tightly around Jay as he continues his rampant pace.

‘Jay, Jesus…’ Your breathing is heavy, your body collapsed into his chest, exposed by his half open suit. He responds to your blasphemy by grasping your other leg, hoisting it quickly around his waist. You manage to grip him tightly, your legs folding around him to pull him closer to you as your back presses against the wall. He continues his steady movements, sliding skillfully inside you. The heat between your legs was blossoming with every new thrust. You don’t hesitate when you feel yourself drawing close to your orgasm, your body relaxing heavily into Jay, who accepts your weight knowingly. A few more strong, deep thrusts and you feel the pleasure smash into you, your whole body shaking. Jay continues thrusting, his pace not relenting, but increasing as you tighten around his thick erection. Shortly after you, he bursts inside you, his warm seed filling you quickly.

‘Shit. Sorry. I couldn’t control myself… I haven’t had sex since the last time with you.,’ He chuckles at his lack of stamina, his reddened cheeks collapsing into the dip in your neck as he drops your legs softly to the floor, sliding himself out of you. He presses his lips into your cheek, and you instantly shy away from his lips. The confusion flashes across his face,his brows furrowing. ‘Are you alright, Y/N?’

‘Yeah… I mean… I just…,’ You stammer, unable to articulate the panic you were feeling through your chest. ‘I don’t know why we just did that.’

‘Because we love each other?,’ His chuckle vibrates lightly against your cheek and his mouth skims across the surface sweetly. ‘Because we’ve both got feeling for each other, and no matter how much we try and deny it, we will always end up like this?’

‘That’s not fair, Jay.,’ Your body shifts, pressuring him to move away from you. You were already feeling the regret. This wasn’t meant to happen. You tug your dress back down your body, adjusting it to  ‘Don’t try and manipulate me like this. This wasn’t what I thought I wanted.’

‘I’m not trying to manipulate you. I’m telling the truth. You’re the one ignoring these feelings, and I have no idea why.,’ His voice is sharp with frustration. ‘Am I not good enough for you? Just give me a chance. I’ll prove I can be.’

‘I can’t, Jay.’ Your voice is thick with heavy emotion as you reach to pull your underwear above your legs, slipping them under your dress. His arm grasps yours.

‘What the fuck was this then?,’ He questions, gesturing between the both of you. ‘I can’t play these games anymore, Y/N. Everything is mixed fucking signals with you. You’re doing my head in.’

‘Then don’t play these games with me. Don’t drag me back everytime I try and leave.’

‘You drag yourself back.,’ Jay’s voice is filled with ferocious heat. ‘If you just stopped fucking leaving, we wouldn’t have this problem.’

‘I won’t this time, Jay.,’ You stutter, your voice breaking due to your lack of confidence. ‘Because you won’t chase me.’ With that, you turn abruptly, your heels striking hard on the concrete floor as you make your exit through the stairwell.

Just got into a debate with a Kylo Ren fan, who of course thinks that Ben had it so bad, and of course it wasn’t entirely his fault because you know ‘he was neglected as a kid’ and ‘there were outside influences’

But when you bring up that Finn had to deal with way harsher outside influences, and had a much harsher childhood. And he still made the right choice, you get answers like: “Probably because there’s not a whole lot in the film to indicate any form of conflict or signs that he had endured what he had.”

So even though the movie didn’t do much more than hint at any reason or motivation for Ben Solo’s active attempt to become a villain as Kylo Ren, the fans can bring in dozens of headcanons to defend him.

But when you ask them to do the same for Finn, there suddenly isn’t ‘enough signs that he had endured what he had’.

And when you then bring up the fact that their view on this might have something to do with the character’s respective race, you get the old…

“Aaaaand of course we’re going there.”

Thing is, we do need to keep going there, until people start looking at their own motivations for seeing complexity in a white character’s motivations, whether it’s actually on screen or not, while ignoring said same actually existing complexity in characters of color.

Because Star Wars isn’t the only fandom that this happens in. And it will keep happening, until people start realizing, and accepting that they’re doing it, and why.

It’s why Supernatural fandom could push Victor Henriksen into the role of the fanatic antagonist, while turning Gabriel into a member of Team Free Will, even though both characters had a similar amount of eps they were in, and an equal amount of time of being the hero’s antagonists.

It’s why Rhodey and Sam Wilson are demoted to sidenotes in the white hero’s story, and Mike Peterson is for the most part ignored, while Bucky is woobified.

It’s why characters like Deaton are seen as ‘shady’, while a character like Giles is seen as ‘mysterious’ and ‘fatherly’.

Fandom has been doing this for so long, that they no longer even realize that they’re doing it. And I for one, am damn tired of it.


What were Padme and Anakin even going to do about the twins if things hadn’t gone to shit? Assuming that the war was still on what would they have done? They couldn’t keep them a secret that would be impossible and unfair to the children. Would they have just not said anything and hoped that no one figured out who the father was? Did they think that no one would suspect that Anakin “I’d Rather Dream of Padme” Skywalker was the father? Would Anakin have attempted to publicly pretend he wasn’t the father? Because we all know that being discreet is not something he excels at. I can’t see him being able to convincingly act like he wasn’t obsessed with his children no matter who was around. Say no one was actively trying to find the paternity out and if the war dragged on (Which it might have for all they knew) and the twins got older what would they tell them? The truth and pray that the toddlers didn’t tell anyone? Have Anakin pretend that he wasn’t their father even in private? That hurts just to type out. Would he have been able to live like that? And anyway what about later when they tell them the truth? Yikes. 

Literally I cannot see them being able to hide that shit at all so why didn’t they just accept the fact that it was inevitable that they’d be found out and come clean? With a war on I definitely think that they could have been able to leverage their positions based on the Republic’s needs. The Jedi needed generals desperately and Anakin had thought of leaving after the war was over anyway so why not? And Padme was beloved and qualified, even if she wasn’t a senator she still could have been involved in politics especially in a time of war when there’s a lot of political uncertainty anyway. 

What I’m saying is that I feel like Anakin and Padme have zero ability to plan for anything that’s more than 3 days in the future.

Roughly an hour had passed since Saitama had slumped down onto his bed and here he was staring up at his ceiling almost as though he was waiting for it do magically do something. His mind somehow seemed to be both empty and yet swirling with thoughts all at once but whenever he attempted to focus on a single thought it simply dissolved into nothingness.

Saitama let out a long, rather tired sigh as he rubbed his hands down his face in some vain attempt to make himself feel better, needless to say it did very little. The only thing the hero was yet to try in attempt to actually get to sleep was rolling over and this was only because he didn’t wish to wake Genos, who seemed to be blissfully asleep and unaware of Saitama’s current inner struggle.

 As he tilted his head to get a better look at the cyborg, Saitama began to wonder if Genos was actually able to dream, after all he’s still semi-human right? After a few minutes of being lost in his thought saitama gently closed his eyes and slowly managed to drift off to sleep. 

Fistbumps Verse Pt. 1- Handsprings and Aerials

So. Um. Two short oneshots for one fandom in the same day? Unheard of, I know! But inspiration hit after seeing a couple posts by @thelastpilot and @jazztastic-panda, and this somehow happened. It’s short, not that great, but I figured I’d put it out there anyways. Enjoy!  Also, @thornsword (who is such an amazing author; I love the Dance the Night Away series so much!  Go check it out!  :D)

Disclaimer: Don’t own, wish I did, etc. Can’t wait for the show to start airing in English this December!

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