i dont know if i want to confuse people or not today

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

bts with buzzfeed: highlights

- “hello we are bts! and what did you say?” *looks around in confusion*
- these questions BLESS
- yoongi looking like he wanted to murder namjoon’s ass for repeatedly asking him questions in english
- namjoon basically confirming hoseok’s new mixtape
- namjoon throwing jungkook under the bus for playing video games in the hotel room while yoongi works on his music lmao
- “everyone’s doing their job” my ass 👀👀
- jungkook exposing himself as a hardcore belieber
- im not saying this is a desperate “notice me senpai” moment but thats exactly what im saying. the way he talks about justin is me when i think about food and bangtan tbh
- like seriously
- someone get our jungcook to be acknowledged by the biebs
- MAKE HIM HAPPY YALL GLSKVKXK
- return of savage ass namjoon as he calls out hoseok for having ‘outro:wings’ meaningful to him just bc of his solo rap
- NAMJOON BE ROASTING EVERYONE TODAY DAMN HE NEEDA CHILL
- jungkook: “I like i need u… uh, because…….start, stage, my heart. Boom boom”
- namjoon’s response: “wow perfect”
- the birth of j-dope, jinnie, yeon-ki min, monie, christian chim chim, justin seagull, and jack
- yoongi imitating english-speaking fans at airports is everything i never knew i needed gdkglflhdlhldlgl 💀💀💀💀💀
- “my sanctuary of birth is seagull. Yeah, justin seagull. I love justin bieber, i like justin seagull yeah” - jeon jungkook 2k17
- BUT LOOK AT HIM TRYING SO HARD AND PUTTING IN SO MUCH EFFORT TO RESPOND ONLY IN ENGLISH LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IM SO PROUDDDD WE LAUGH NOW BUT GIVE IT A FEW MONTHS FUCK HE’LL START SPEAKING BETTER THAN ME
- taehyung and his performance as rose in titanic. where the fuck is this mans oscar????
- *if you heard a bts song in public how would you react*
- Yoongi: “i try to get out of that area as fast as i can”
- jungkook: “i pretend i dont know the song and i get out of there as fast as i can”
- then theres jin
- “i look in the store and give it my blessings” 

- father jin up in this bitch deadass giving a demonstration of how he would bless the place
- ok but me too tbh
- LMAO YOONGIS FUCKING EMBARRASSMENT GOSOGODKHKT
- *when you look especially good what runs through your head*
- tae getting so shy when talking about people on the street noticing his godly looks WHAT A FUCKING PRECIOUS YET SHAMELESS ASS CUTIE
- again, theres jin. bless that special boy
- “just look in the mirror and watch my face. Wow, handsome”
- JIN IS ME GKSKGKDGK
- “we’re so excited to interview again with buzzfeed” *imitates a bug*

Breaking the rules

THIS IS PART 2 FOR I DONT PLAY BY THE RULES

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Summary: Peter and reader get paired up on a project together, while studying together reader might find out Peter’s identity and things get steamy between them.

Word count: 2265

warnings: makeout, swearing?

Hope you guys enjoy!

Part 1  Part 3

Masterlist

Originally posted by winter-hunters

Next day Peter was going crazy. He had in fact made out with the girl of his dreams, and she had kissed him first! He arrived to school with the biggest puppy smile in his face, which was not dismissed by Ned, who immediately dragged him to an empty hallway.

“Please tell me you talked to her”

“Even better”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she- umm- well, we might have kissed”

“Badass”

As they headed towards Chemistry class Peter kept replaying last night’s events in his head. Would it be too soon to go back to yours today? He wanted to talk to Y/n more, and the kisses were always a bonus. He looked for her in the crow, when he finally spotted Y/n he  gave her his brightest smile, the one he had been saving just for her.

However Y/n looked, confused? When she saw him she looked kind of surprised and pleased as she waved her hand at him. He lifted his own hand ready to wave back, wondering why would she look surprised? They had made ou- Crap, crap crap crap!

Peter stopped his hand from weaving and quickly look somewhere else as he realized. Of course she would look surprised! She doesn’t know who was behind the mask! Peter kept his gaze in the floor as he made his way to the classroom. With her sitting in the front at least he wouldn’t be discover staring at Y/n.

The class went by rapidly, with Peter paying none to little attention, at least until the final minutes when the teacher made an announcement.

“Class as you know we will be making the final project on pairs, which I will assign, so stop looking at Mr. Parker, Mr Leeds. It’s due by the end of the week so you better start working now.”

Peter zoned out until he heard his name being called once again by the teacher.

“Mr Parker will be working with Ms. Stark”

The teacher continued calling the pairs, however Peter couldn’t seem to focus anymore. He was working with Y/n? He could barely look at you without blushing, how was he going to talk to you?

Being so distracted he didn’t notice people leaving the classroom, apparently class was over. He saw Ned leaving the classroom as well, giving the boy a thumbs up as he noticed that Y/n was not gone, she was approaching Peter, with one of her classic smiles.

“Hey Peter”

“Hey- I umh- hey”

Peter control yourself! This is your chance to talk to her, at least without the suit.

“Well, I was thinking that maybe we should work on the project at my place, you know my dad will be happy  to see you”

What? How does she know Mr. Stark and him now each other? Does she also know he is spiderman?

“You know since you have the Stark Internship and all”

Right. The Stark Internship. He almost forgot about that too.

“Sooo, my place at 7? You should stay for dinner as well.”

The boy could only manage a nod before the girl turned around and exited the room, leaving him alone. Great, he thought, I really am nothing without my suit, I can’t even talk to her!

Tonight will be a long night.

Peter had been a nervous wreck during the whole day, so when school was over he went to the first alley he could find and changed into his spiderman suit. He had some hours to kill before going to the Avenger’s tower.

Time flied as he stopped robberies and helped a girl get her cat back from a tree. When he finally checked his phone it was 7:10 already! He went back to the alley and changed into his usual clothes, shoving the suit into his backpack and hurrying towards her home.

Mr. Stark was waiting for him as the elevator doors opened. He welcomed him with a smile as he took his shoulder with his hand and guided him towards the kitchen.

“Welcome kid! You know where everything is, so make yourself at home.”

“Thank you Mr. Stark”

“Just remember that my daughter is off limits for everybody, and that includes you”

This time his tone had been more serious and he was staring right at Peter’s eyes, like he could tell what had happened yesterday. Peter felt terrible, Mr. Stark had helped him so much and gave him his suit! He didn’t want to lie to the man!

However this thoughts were quickly erased as he saw Y/n entering the room. She was wearing a beautiful sundress that made her legs look longer. Mr. Stark cleared his throat next to Peter, probably to stop him from checking out his daughter.

“Remember the rules Peter! And Y/n, don’t you think that dress is too short”

“Dad stop it! We are just workin on a chemistry project! We’ll be in my room okay”

“Listen to me young lady, that door stays wide open!Dinner will be ready at 8!”

Y/n rolled her eyes as she took his arm and leaded the way towards her room, answering with a “Whatever dad” before closing the door.

“I’m sorry about that, he is just really protective”

“Yeah sure- don’t worry”

The both stood in the entrance of the room until she moved towards her couch, the same he had been on yesterday. He blushed at the memory and tried to think of something else before his pants go too tight. He followed her, sitting next to her as they talked about their project.

“So I was thinking we should do something related to DNA maybe? Like how it can change and stuff. I don’t really know it was just and idea-”

“No yeah, I like it, we should do that”.

The girl got up and brought her laptop to the couch so they could gather information together. Peter found it had to focus on the project when he could catch a glance at the hickeys on her neck, but he managed. About 20 minutes later they had gather enough information to at least get started on the actual presentation.

“Peter you’ve got a pencil I can borrow?”

“Yeah, just let me get my backpack”

“Where is it?”

“I leaved it by the door”

“I’ll go get it”

With those final words she stood up and headed towards the door looking for said pencil. Peter stayed alone for a while, waiting for her to come back. She was taking a while, maybe she couldn’t find it? As he was standing up to find the girl he saw her come back empty handed, but with a wide smile.

Her hair was now in a ponytail, and he could clearly see the hickeys from last night. Also, had her dress gotten shorter? It was barely covering her legs anymore, and he had to remind himself to look somewhere else before she noticed his drooling.

“Did you find it?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I was thinking we should get a break, you know, talk and stuff. Get to know each other”

Why did everything reminded him of last night? He got a big dejavu as the girl seated next to him but this time it was only to take his hand and lead him to her bed, seating down on it, with her back on the header as he took the place next to her, facing each other.

“Mmmh- so, what would you like to know?”

“Tell me about your Stark Internship Peter, it’s kinda funny how we’ve never runned into each other in the tower, since you spend so much time here.”

“Well I just- I stay mainly at the labs you know? And help your dad with stuff”

“So you spend a lot of time with my dad?”

“Kinda”

Peter was growing more and more nervous. The girl hadn’t stopped looking at him while biting her lip. Was she doing it on purpose? Did she know about his crush? He wanted to be the one biting those pink lips. Her hand traveled from her leg to her neck, stroking it while making small moans, claiming she was hurt. The noises distracted Peter as he tried his best not to get a hard on. Why was she doing this? Did she enjoyed to get guys in her room and seduce them?

“You must know the Avengers then”

“I’ve met them a couple times”

“Even Spiderman?”

Where was she going with these? Did she wanted to see Spider Man again? Maybe that was why she was asking about him, trying to seem nice to Peter so he would give him some info.

“I’ve talk to him a couple times”

“Well, I’ve been wanting to give him a  secret message, could you do that for me?”

The girl had gotten closer than before, taking Peter’s arm and stroking it, going up and down, while her other hand was on his shoulder, holding them close. She leaned into his ear as she whispered.

“You should tell him to hide better his suit”

She pushed back a little, just enough to catch Peter’s lip into a kiss. What even? Oh shit, she must have found the suit on my backpack! Well, he couldn’t really argue as she kept kissing him. How come she always surprised him? The boy refused to get left behind as he finally bit into the girl’s lip, making her open her mouth for his tongue to get in.

The girl got up and she straddled his hips, making them both whine at the contact. He got his mouth to hers once again while he took her legs into his hands. This time he could touch a little bit further. He slid his hand up and down, placing them in the back of her tights as he brought her closer to him.

He finally let go of the girls mouth as he headed towards her neck, sucking and biting at the same spot, leaving it even redder than before. He could hear her soft moaning right next to his ear as he slid a bit of her dress to kiss her collarbone. Meanwhile the girl had began unbuttoning his shirt, stroking his stomach as well, getting way to close at the band of his boxers. He could feel his pants getting a little too tight.

Did she feel the same? He wanted to touch as well, but he didn’t want to scare her off. He got his hands off from her thighs going for her waist instead, however the girl had other plans. She seemed to notice his thoughts as she took his hand and placed it under her dress once again.

“Don’t think too much Peter”

She went back to kissing him as the boy gather enough courage to move his hand upwards. He brushed his fingers slightly at the fabric of her underwear, making the girl throw back her head as she let out a series of whimpers, this time louder than before.

“Peter do it again”

With some new gained confidence the boy move his fingers once again against the fabric where he guessed was her clit, stroking it, making the girl even wetter than before.

Y/n started moving her hips along with his fingers, trying to get more friction, until she finally got his hand off her and she seated in his lap. The contact of his dick and her clit made them both let out groans a as they moved their hips in unison.

“Peter”

She continued to moan his name in his ear. If she kept on doing that he would be in a very sticky situation very soon. Peter tried to get back on her neck and maybe slide the other strap off her shoulder when a voice interrupted him.

“Peter better have some clothes on before I get in!”

Fuck, Mr Stark! He had completely forgotten about him. Both teenagers stared wide eyes at each other as her father entered the room, without giving them time to fix themselves.

She quickly got off him as he buttoned up his shirt and adjusted his pants. The last thing he wanted was for Mr. Stark to see he got the hots for his daughter. She tried to fix their hair but was stopped as her father stormed into the room.

“Are you serious kid? I welcomed you into my house, into my team! and this is how you thank me?”

Peter looked down at this words. He couldn’t believe he had gotten Mr. Stark down. He probably hated him

“Dad stop it! It was my fault!”

“How could it be your fault?”

“I kissed Peter okay? I just really like him” ay/n shrugged her shoulders and looked at Peter as she said this words. It was true, she really did like him and his dorky side.

“I’m really sorr-”

“I gave you one single rule, stay away from her, and you go and do the exact opposite!” Y/n’s father closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’ll have a long talk in a moment, if you are gonna be dating my daughter we must settle some rules first, but now let’s get down for dinner, We’ll talk later kiddo.”

Mr. Stark finally left the room. Y/n looked at Peter as she said.

“Sooo, we dating now?”

“I’d love to”

The girl smiled at Peter before taking his hand, leading the way towards the kitchen.

“Did you really break my father’s rules?”

As he stared at her he realised she looked perfect with her messy hair, swollen lips and her hand interlocked with his.

“Well, I learned from the best”

tags: @mellowmew20 , @harrysbbby , @twdpansy, @raindancer2004 , @redrebelgaming , @herbeautifuldarkness , @trinityjadec , @aimeepeeps , @fandomingforever , @sylviestars , @julesimba , @netzoflix , @deanwinchesterisnotonfire , @settlebackeasy , @eabha-no , @anthonystoner , @this-is-not-an-inspirational-url , @llamazarecoolaf , @icat8 , @marveldirewolf

SPECIAL S/O TO @nutmeg030 FOR LISTENING TO MY RAMBLING AND MAKING THIS SECON PART POSSIBLE! I love youuuu!

Thank you so much to everyone!

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Reasons To Love Svt

  • not so Subjectively the best group ever 
  • They were supposed to debut years before they actually did 
  • The fact they kept going after something like that 
  • Like we get upset when a single members been training for a long time cough sm rookies cough
  • But svt as a group had to wait 
  • But when they did debut they were such a hit 
  • Like carats couldn’t be more proud
  • They grew in popularity so fast too 
  • We couldn’t be more proud 
  • The relationships between the members is half the fun
  • They love each other like family so much 
  • Constantly looking out for each other 
  • Seungkwan feeling bad about his body?
  • 12 other members will be right by his side to reassure him he’s perfect just the way he is
  • Mingyu messing with the filters because he’s worried about his skin color?
  • Someone will be saying he doesn’t need a filter within seconds 
  • When chan graduated a good handful went to go see him
  • Like if that isn’t love what is?
  • With 13 members you’d think someone is bound to get left out 
  • And not that it doesn’t always happen 
  • The members do make efforts to include each other 
  • They are always having fun no matter how tired they are or how late it is
  • Turning lights out on each other when they are taking showers 
  • Playing rock paper scissors at restaurants to see who has to ask the owner to play their songs 
  • You can just tell they genuinely love each other like family 
  • Like lets be real
  • If you spent so much of your time with that large amount of people 
  • You would totally find someone, if not multiple people that clash with your personalty 
  • And i’m sure these guys have had that happen
  • But they’ve worked past that
  • To the point where us fans cant even tell 
  • And boy we find out a lot of things lol
  • What Im trying to say is that they are totally accepting of each other and i find that amazing
  • They love their carats so much 
  • So so much 
  • Like when they each wrote an encouraging letter for students taking the SAT
  • The amount of work they put into making their performances perfect for their carats 
  • They’ve been through so much for us
  • They always bow so deeply at their concerts and it breaks me 
  • Seventeen in carat land was honestly the most beautiful thing
  • Their carats love them just as much, if not more
  • Like ask a carat what they love about svt
  • And they will either go on for hours 
  • And never run out of things to say
  • Or just be so overwhelmed they can’t even say anything
  • Because their love for the boys is just too much
  • Its adorable
  • All of them are super sweet people 
  • Constantly encouraging the members 
  • And always so content with anything svt gives us like 
  • Carats are so sweet
  • Super artsy too i dont understand 
  • Predebut videos are better than any other groups omg 
  • Your bias list is never safe when stanning svt because everyone is perfect 
  • All the carrot puns we can make and they make
  • They are literally a giant meme 
  • And they never fail to put a smile on our face 
  • Idk if yall have noticed but svt has been making an effort to be more active on social media 
  • They even did live shows on instagram 
  • And they’ve posted so much stuff on all their social media 
  • They blessed us with their dance covers of happiness and wild eye 
  • Synchronization kings 
  • When i first saw wild eye i was so confused 
  • Because i thought my video had frozen
  • But nope
  • That was just part of the dance
  • They have such a unique style
  • Like three units but one group
  • And they still all function as one working group 
  • 13 members, 3 units, 1 team = Seventeen 
  • Hella attractive 
  • Like seventeen is just made up of 13 visuals 
  • Everything they do is so amazingly aesthetic 
  • Their music is perfect 
  • That one time we thought we were getting a dark concept 
  • And it said Only for today 
  • And we were like !!!!!!!!
  • But they literally meant only for one day
  • It was just a black and white filter 
  • And we were freaking speechless 
  • Lmao that was a wild time 
  • But the fact that even the rappers can sing
  • And it sounds like heaven 
  • They are all really respectful 
  • We’ve all heard stories from staff thats worked with them 
  • And there is never anything bad to say about them
  • They cover girl groups in a respectful way and aren’t making fun of the songs like pretty much every other boy group out there
  • They aren’t in it for the fame 
  • They just want to make music
  • Cause i mean, lets be real, if their only goal was to be famous they wouldn’t have have ended up at Pledis lol
  • They are super super humble
  • How hype they get with each other 
  • They are their number one fans 
  • No one loves svt more than svt loves them
  • Its fantastic 
  • Freaking Bong Bong
  • Our lovely Kim Bong Bong
  • The fact that bongbongie represents the fans 
  • And they have named it genderless 
  • And hoshi broke down the stereotype that pretty eyes equals girl
  • Like when will your faves ever?
  • Their stages are freaking lit 
  • They go all out 
  • Whether youre there at the concert or watching a video of it 
  • You’ll get super pumped
  • And you can just feel the passion radiating out of the video 
  • Because they put 110% into everything they do
  • Stanning svt is like finding a new home 
  • Everyone is welcoming and warm
  • The guys just make you smile all the time
  • No matter what they are doing
  • Their love is neverending 
  • And everything is so personal and relatable
  • It feels like you know them personally and not like they are some famous untouchable group 
  • Everything about them just makes me smile and they can improve my mood like no other group

anonymous asked:

could i get a mf uuuuuuuuuh voltron youtuber headcanons?? (I know it's basic shhh)

sure thing anon!

• lance would probably be a beauty blogger. he posts videos about skin care routines and does lots of product reviews!
- occassionaly he does other silly videos like Flirting 101 or he vlogs him doing random shit like singing along to the radio in the car or going to starbucks
• hunk has a baking channel! his is really artsy and so professional looking everyone is a bit jealous of him
- he also does a lot of food challenge videos with lance. theyre usually horrific but everyone loves them
• pidges channel is literally a mess. she has gaming videos, prank videos (usually involving matt and shiro because theyre so easy to prank), conspiracy videos, you name it.
- she probably has a couple that are considered “the weird side of youtube” lets be real
• the three of them have a collab gaming channel! it was pidges idea after she brought them in for a collab video on her channel and it was a hit. people mostly just watch it to see them goofing off and being silly rather than to actually watch them gaming. sometimes they can convince allura to join as well.
• speaking of allura! shes a beauty blogger also. she does a lot of makeup and hair tutorials, and she also does fashion haul videos! literally everyone is in love with her
- her and lance collab all the time. theyre practically regulars on eachothers channels.
• keiths channel is… odd. he mostly posts conspiracy videos and knife tricks. he posted a couple singing video which is where he gained most of his followers from, but mostly his videos are just him ranting about aliens or mothman or that were all living in a simulation.
- pidge and he, unsuprisingly, collab a lot on those
• shiro doesnt have a youtube channel himself, but he does appear frequently in the others videos as hes friends with all of them
- hes mostly on matts channel though, everyone loves their relationship
• matt only joined youtube because of pidge, so most of his videos involve the two of them doing weird things, though once he started dating shiro a lot of his videos involved him as well
• all of them are really good friends! shiro and matt were high school friends, which is how pidge and keith met, and when pidge started collabing with hunk and lance thats when the rest of them met as well
• sometimes they do huge collab videos with all of them, and youtube LOVES it
• lance and keiths first ever collab together was an eating contest (food courtesy of hunk of course) and after that they just continued filming random competitions between the two
- there was no denying the chemistry they had together
• they came out as a couple during a collab together
- lance: alright guys! you’ve been asking for it and now u shall receive. im doing my first ever tag video; the boyfriend tag!
- cue keith walking into the frame with a little wave
• needless to say their fans exploded after that
• allura and hunk probably do weird challenge videos together all the time. if theres a challenge out there on youtube they’ve probably done it.
• allura starts dating an advise blogger named shay and soon they do a collab with lance and keith. wlw and mlm solidarity anyone???
• lance loves to do silly videos with keith, mostly because keith is always super confused and the fans love it
- lance: hey guys welcome back to my channel today we’re gonna prank my boyfriend haha
lance: hey keith
keith: what
lance: i’m gay
keith: ok? cool.
lance: HAH pranked you! i’m bi bitch!
(thank you @kidsflash for that scene)
• coran appears in a few of alluras videos, mostly doing storytime videos of all his weird adventures. no one can ever tell if hes serious or not.
• keith and lance post a collab singing video once. its their most popular video.

thats.. all ive got for now. lemme know if you want more!

Kalopsia

Pairing: Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Summary: You walk into your home one day to find your cat walking on two feet, in a human form.

Originally posted by nochuie

Words: 2.5k

You kicked the door shut after trying your best to get it opened with your unavailable hands that carried the heavy groceries. With a grunt you managed to reach for your cross body and throw it over the couch while making your way to the kitchen to put down and organise all the things you bought.

You had a simple life, a twenty years old girl who’s trying to make a living in this cruel world. Your parents had passed when you were young and ever since then you had to make your own money, be it from taking extra shifts at the cafè you worked in to working at McDonald’s where you used to visit when your parents were alive and wonder why people wanted to work there when most of the customers were absolute garbage and the atmosphere is unforgiving and suffocating. You had come to the realisation that those people didn’t have a choice because after all you had bills and a degree to pay for.

You would describe yourself single, you and your boyfriend broke up about a year ago, you would be really upset and heart broken if he wasn’t a douchebag and a selfish piece of shit or maybe because you only dated for a few months and realised he wasn’t the one for you.

You would say that you’re living in this apartment alone but you had a cat, a male adorable Scottish fold with the fluffiest fur ever. He was the only thing keeping you going through your hard times, he would always come and rub his head onto your feet when you arrive home, he always wanted your attention and would would beg and purr for your pettings just like he is now.

You crouch down to run your fingers through his adorable ears with the biggest smile sprawled onto your face, you can never help it when he looks at you like that. Only if a real man can actually look at you like this.

“Hi Kookie” you said while stretching each syllable out of adornment.

“How have you been? Were you being a good boy?” You said while peppering his fur with kisses near his ear and neck which earned you a lot purr and a lick from him.

Your cat wasn’t the typical cat that scratched at its owners if they touched him or pet him too much, yes he would get fiesty sometimes but most of the time he was peaceful and understanding. When you cry, you would find him at your lap looking as sad as you or dragging a toy in your direction in hopes that if you see him play around attend to your commands that you would feel mused and feeling better. You swore that he’s not a normal cat.

You carried him in your arms after organising everything in place. You headed to your room and put him into your bed where you would walk to your wardrobe to get a change of clothes. You took of your shirt followed by your bra, you didnt need to be suffocated at home wearing these merciless boob imprisonment outside was bad as it is, you put your head and arm through your tank top and changed your jeans into your matching pyjama shorts.

You liked to lay down in bed and pet your cat when you came back from a long day in attempt to gather a bit of energy to get up and try to make dinner. Kookie must be starving yoi thought as you patted at your lap to get your cat to come to you, which he obviously did you could swear that he liked being there maybe a little too much. You didn’t like your cat eating processed smelly canned food that they scam people with at the market, when you first got your cat 7 years ago, you didn’t have much money to get him special cat food and you would feed him whatever you were eating which he actually found much better than canned food that you bought for him when you finally earned money, he refused to eat it and you decided to never feed him it again.

“Sometimes, I wish you can speak to me” you said while rubbing his right ear between your thumb and pointer, he liked it the best when you petted his sweet tiny ears like that.

“I just feel silly when I speak about my day for hours when you probably can’t understand anything I’m saying apart from the word food” you laughed at yourself. Strangely your cat growled and it almost sounded like a scoff, did you just offend your cat?!

“Sorry. But you know im going to talk about my day either way” you shot him a sweet smile. He settled his head between his stretched paws that laid on your stomach.

“I… I think I’m going to quit” you said slowly. You didn’t expect your cat to understand the kind of world you live in. You are a hard working person but you can barely manage doing notes for class when you had two jobs like that, besides neither paid well for the long hours you worked. You though of quitting your job at McDonald’s because it was tough and was a complete crap of a job and the shifts you worked could spare you an entire night that you can use studying or maybe in the future, spare that time to work for someone who pays well.

“I’m just tired you know? I feel like my brain cells are dying when I work there. The people treat you so horribly, when I work late at night and go to clean the dirty tables I get groped and it feels disgusting. The smell is disgusting and I dont even comment on how bad the food  we sell it. I feel so bad for selling people something that will reduce their life span” you sighed.

“I guess I really had enough, huh?” You said while picking up his left ear and massaging his head. The cat infront of you seemed to have understood you and gave you a pity look, which had quickly changed to what you could make out as annoyance and anger. Why are cats so weird yet absolutely beautiful.

“I guess it’s queue for dinner” you cheered,

“Grilled chicken? Or that salmon I just bought from the market baby?” You asked as if your cat would answer. You knew he would probably like salmon better and honestly, you were craving some salmon and a good beetroot salad.

The cat had followed you to the kitchen when the smell of fish showered your entire home. Of course you thought, what a typical cat he is.
You noticed as he gets closer to you as you grill the salmon on the hot surface, he had wrapped your calf with his tail while looking up to you which made you squeal at his cuteness but remembered how dangerous it is for him to be close to an oven.

“I love you Kook but you have to go away, it’s dangerous here” you said before reaching for the fridge and taking out the rest of the ingredients necessary for the dish.

You had spent the rest of the night eating your dinner and watching a movie play on your TV with your beloved cat. You were feeling pretty tired and chose to end your night after emailing your boss at McDonald’s not to expect you at work anymore, you finally chose to quit but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the consequences. It’ll be okay, you whispered to yourself before shutting your eyes and brain to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up before he did like any other normal day. You headed to the bathroom and got ready to get ready for your classes, you would normally make food in the morning and put it down in a bowl so that when your cat is hungry it can eat while your not home, but as you quit your job at McDonald’s, today consisted of going to classes and coming back home early.

You made some coffee and put down a small breakfast for your cat incase it woke up before you got home but you doubted it since you’re going to come back within 3 hours and he’s showing no sign of wanting to get up any time soon. Smiling, you wore your winter coat and wrapped your neck with your favourite soft scarf and headed outside to start your day.

Classes were the same, difficult but manageable with effort anf effecient note taking, which you clearly havent done enough of. You didn’t make friends with the people that are in your course because you simply didnt have enough time to, but they all seemed somewhat nice you guessed.

Once the class was over you had a small break before the other one begins and you headed to the local university cafe for some coffee in attempt to really wake up. You waited in the queue to order your coffee, it was only one man with a slightly grey hair in front of you. You assumed he was one of those obnoxious frat party boys who dyed their hair a different colour every weekend. You rolled your eyes when you heard him ordering the same drink you were going to.

“Hi. Can I get a caramel machiatto please?” You asked of the barista, who nodded and asked for your name and the money, which of course you had given before you proceeded to wait for your drink. You had realised that the man in front of you was gone, that was quick you said before taking the drink that was placed on the table in front of you, that had said caramel machiatto on it.

You had sipped some before the same man reappears infront of you. Why was he here you said before turning away, only to hear your name and the drink you ordered being called out by the barista.

Fuck.

You turned around, and met the man again but this time, he was facing you and dear God, he was gorgeous. So unreal that you’d think he was an anime character. And you might have embarrassed yourself by taking his drink.

“Sorry, i thought you took your drink and left and I didn’t bother to check the name on the cup” you said shyly.

He took the drink placed on the table and turned it around before sipping it.

“No worries. Y/N” he said. He knew you?

“Um… Do I know you” you said confused.

“If that was a pick up line… You could do much better” he chuckled.

“Ahh.. not that. Its just you knew my name and I’m not much of a social person is all” you laughed as crismon stains your cheeks. You weren’t sure if you said that out of confusion or admiration and wanting to keep talking to him.

“The cup says your name” was all he said before giving you a smile.

“Right! Sorry again” you said,

“No problem at all” he said, before you left the cafe and continued to your class.

You were on your way home after that incident and you were smiling like a fool. At least we go to the same university, we’ll probably meet again, you thought. You didn’t know that this was not the only unexpected thing to happen today because as you turned the lock of your home open, you were met with a naked man.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed after taking in the scene right infront of you.

He wasn’t just one naked man, no he had what appears like cat ears and a fluffy long tail that you can mistake as your cat’s. You didn’t dare to look down and met his eyes, he was clearly as freaked out as you are, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. The more you looked into his eyes the more they resembled your cat’s that you stare hours in every night. You can never mistake any detail regarding your cat but this? This is insane!

“What are you doing in my house?!” You tried to be calm, not knowing how to deal with this situation. Was he a pervert with some strange kink, going to peoples homes and freaking them out like that?

“You’re home early” he said with a shrug, his voice sounding like the sweetest melody. When you fathomed what he just said you took a step back in shock. What the hell was that.

What?

“Who are you?!” You tried to stay calm and collected.

“Really Y/N? You can’t tell how your cat looks like?”

What?

“Thank God you found out this way, I was getting tired of having to stay in that stupid cat form and eat out the small bowl you would put my food in” he said annoyed.

This is not your cat. The man in front of you is definetly someone mental.

“If you think I’m gonna believe this then your out of your fucking mind” you retaliated.

He moved forward towards you before he shut the door forcefully and pinning you on it. He smirked before saying

“I can make you believe me”

He took your hand and placed them on the familar ears, they felt and looked just like your cat’s. You couldn’t help but rub them and the man in front of you leant towards your hand and purred.

You couldnt deny the fact that this pretty much is your actual cat in human form. All the memories of appearing naked and changing clothes in front of him rushed in your mind. You smacked your self mentally and stayed away from Jungkook. Yeah that was the name you had given your cat that you’d usually call Kookie.

“Why are you running away from me now?”, he said confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re human” you ignored him.

“Because im not” he said as if it was obvious.

“You know what I mean. You’re a hybrid, same thing” you said sighing.

“Because like you are now, you’ll distance yourself from me” he looked down, all the smug that was on it disappeared. You sighed again, you’d never leave your cat. He was your life and you’ve even wished that he could talk to you. Your wishes had come true.

“Kookie” you said before making your way to him, his ears perked up and so did his head in attempt to look at you.

“I’d never leave you. You know that” you said as you took your fingers to push through his ears like you always do. He purred again and placed his arms around your waist while he rubbed his head into your chest.

“I-I always wanted to do this… have you between my arms instead of the usual way around” he said and you smiled.

“I do feel weird about it, but I could get used to it” you smiled.


A/N: I want to make this into a series but I wasn’t sure how many people would want that. If you do, don’t hesitate to submit a request!

can people maybe stop confusing “can’t do the thing” with “doesn’t want to do the thing”

for example, if my doctor gives me something to do like attending an exercise class but I find that after a session or two that can’t handle it and that it has made my conditions worse or even that I just couldn’t manage attending on days when I had a bad flare. I would tell my doctor that I couldn’t physically do it but that doctor writes “didn’t want to do the exercise class” in my notes. That will go against me for years to come and other doctors will see me as someone who will refuse to try to help myself and won’t even bother offering other treatment options.

another example, if I’ve made plans or if I am asked to do something with family or friends and I have to cancel or turn them down because I physically can’t go out and do the thing, sometimes they’ll hear can’t as doesn’t want to. This means they will tell others “they didn’t want to come today” or “they wouldn’t want to do that because last time I asked they said they don’t like it/dont want to do it” then people will think that I just don’t want to do things with them, so they’ll stop inviting me out and I may even end up losing friends over the fact that they think I just don’t want to do things with them.

if I say I can’t do something because of my illnesses that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do the thing, more often than not I actually want to be able to the thing. sometimes it may be something I desperately want to do and was looking forward to doing but my body won’t allow it.

but for some reason people keep translating “can't” to “doesn’t want” and that can be really harmful to us disabled people.

of grocery happenings and broken glass - sans x reader/self insert

HEY! Since it’s fanfic friday, can you do one with UT Sans and the “enemies to lovers” trope? it can just be a few scenes where the relationship changes. u dont have to ofc but idk i really like those kinds of stories :‘0c

Summary: You’re an enigma wrapped in a mystery, and he’ll do anything literally) to get you to solve yourself. (Or the obligatory fic wherein sans goes from wanting to dunk you to wanting to kiss you)

Notes: AAAAAAAA?????? AAAAAA. Mcfrickin. Love this trope. Bless u. blessed prompt. i had too much fun writing this help.

Writer: Mod Chrissu

The first time he meets you, it’s weird as hell to him.

Firstly, you are probably the best looking human he’s ever laid eyes on. Your hands are balled up and pushing into your hips, your head craned to look up with a sneer at somebody much taller than you.

When he sees who it is, the attraction that he felt immediately was replaced with intense anger.

His brother is holding a grocery basket, one that he knows isn’t his because it’s completely barren of any type of pasta or sauce. His grin is a little shaky, as if he’s apologetic, but also scared. There’s a few food items on the floor that are lying abandoned, so he assumes that the basket must have overturned in some way and Papyrus went to help you. So why did your expression hold so much fury?

He mosies on over, hands stuffed in his pockets. He’s gonna start out calm and cordial, and hopefully this human won’t give him a reason to dunk them into next Saturday. “hiya. what’s up?” He greets, keeping his tone relaxed and chipper, hoping that this goes well.

“SANS!” The way his brother says his name, almost in relief, makes his opinion of the human drop even further. “HELLO, BROTHER!”

You turn to face Sans, your face portraying annoyance. If it wasn’t for the fact that you looked like you had a problem with his bro, Sans might have considered using a sly pickup line. But no, you open your mouth and erase that possibility. “Oh, he’s with you?” You imply, pointing to the taller skeleton, who’s fidgeting nervously.

His grin turns a little steely. He doesn’t like to see Paps so scared. “yeah. s’there a problem with that?”

“Maybe. Anyways, listen here, dudebro.” Attention aimed at Papyrus again, mouth twisting into a scowl. “I got this. I don’t need somebody swooping in and saving me.” You rip the basket away from Papyrus and bend down to pick up the food on the floor, eyes widening when you see the damage done. “Damn it, the cans are dented!”

“listen buddy, i’m sure you’re just misunderstanding–” His patience is wearing very thin but an agitated sigh cuts him off.

“Look, buddy, I already had to walk all the way here because my piece of shit car broke down, I don’t need some random guy telling me off.” Your body language radiates don’t fuck with me today, and he doesn’t really understand why. “I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood.” Food retrieved from the ground and in the basket, you straighten up and give both he and Papyrus a pointed glare. “Now if you’ll excuse me, which I don’t really care if you do or don’t, I have to replace these cans.”

Without letting him speak, you turn on a heel and stomp out of the aisle, leaving him in dumbfounded silence. What the hell was your problem?

The next time he sees you, it’s without you knowing.

It’s been a few days since what happened in the grocery store, and frankly he’d be fine with never seeing your face again. Somebody so filled with negativity and hatred for others for no reason…He doesn’t like people like that. He’s glad he’ll never see you again.

(Except he does.)

He hears a scream before he sees the blur of a person being tossed out onto the sidewalk a few houses down from where he’s standing. He almost runs over to help until another human shows up. They step out onto the steps angrily, if their rigid posture and antagonistic stance is any factor.

“Get the fuck out, you waste of space. Don’t even know why I bothered with you. You’re nothing but shit.” They spit out.

“Nonono, no please, I’ll be better, don’t do this please–” The voice is so full of fear and regret, and it’s so familiar. He knows that voice. It stirs a forgotten anger in his chest, and finally he registers that it’s you, the human from the grocery store.

Your clothes are ripped in places, there’s bruises all over your arms, the shirt you have on is riding up and showing off even more bruises on your back and sides. Your knees are scuffed from your fall, and you’re barely keeping your torso up off the ground. Your form is shaking, soft sobs emitting from your mouth. What a moment to be observing you. To avoid being seen, he ducks behind a nearby trashcan.

“You were lucky, you had me to love you! I’m probably the only person on this Earth left that actually gives a fuck about you! None of your friends or your family actually care, they’re faking it!” The human on the steps barks, and he notices a glint from their hand. They throw it in your direction, and the bottle shatters on the ground a few feet away from you, pieces scattering all over the pavement. “Get the hell out of here, you damn slut!”

The human on the steps goes back into the house and throws out a bag of clothes before slamming the door. Sans turns away from the scene, expression a mixture of shock and confusion. He has no idea what to think. Obviously, the dude that just kicked you out is an asshat, but did you deserve it? He’s not the kind of guy to wish pain or suffering on anybody else, so no, he supposes you don’t. He goes to pick himself up off the ground.

Except you pass by. You notice him there. It’s silent for one scarily long moment.

“How much of that did you see?” You inquire roughly, voice cracked from crying. A pang of pity ripples through his SOUL.

“…all of it.”

Your face is unreadable, you just grip the bag you have a little harder. It’s plastic, so your fingers sink into the material like clay. “…Fuck off.”

He looks up at you in surprise. “what?”

“I said fuck off.” You hiss, your glare piercing. “Want to know why I got kicked out? One of the cans I brought home from the store, that your idiot brother made me drop? It was dented. So fuck you, fuck your brother, fuck everything.” You grit your teeth and march off, pulling the bag over your shoulder.

He scrambles up and after you, though a tiny inner voice questions his motives. What is he gonna do? You obviously don’t want to see him, your little proclamation proved so, so why is he chasing you? He squashes down the thought, unsure if he wants to know why.

“look, kid, i’m sorry.” He skids in front of them, chest heaving with the extra effort he put into catching up with them. “i don’t understand your attitude, or why you act the way you do, but acting that way isn’t going to change anything.”

“You know nothing about me, why the hell are you trying to do here?” You snap, dropping your bag. Despite being bloody and scratched and obviously injured, you still stand as if you’re super girl about to face off with her greatest enemy yet. 

“i have no idea. i don’t really know.” He almost whispers it, because he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, or why. “but i don’t want to be the reason you hate the world so much. at least let me help you find a place to stay for a bit.”

Your mouth twists, and a range of emotions flip through your face: confusion, anger, sorrow, and finally it stops on that flat mask you had on. “..Okay, fine.”

He breathes out a sigh of relief.

He finds you a hotel to stay in, and while he wouldn’t usually pay for a stranger’s stay, he does for you. Seeing the person you had to deal with, the way they treated you…Something told him that wasn’t the only time they treated you badly. That’s a scary situation to think about, so of course you would be bitter and angry. He pays for a week, hoping it’s enough time for you to figure out what you need to do or for you to get a job.

He escorts you to your room, and it’s quiet but it isn’t uncomfortable. You’ve been through a lot, he guesses, so talking about it right now would be a little much. Instead, as you both reach your room, he asks to come in for a moment.

Puzzled, you agree, and let him in. It’s a small room, with a dresser pushed against the wall adjacent to the doorway, a lamp in the corner, and a bed opposite the dresser. Another door is in the far corner, which Sans assumes is the bathroom. There’s a table beside the bed, and on it is a pad with paper and a pen.

He picks them both off and scrawls his name and number on it, ripping off the page and giving it to you. “the dude that kicked you out looks like another bad time waiting to happen, so if he shows up here, don’t be afraid to call me, ok?” 

The hand that takes the paper is a little shaky. Your eyes skim over the words written, and the corner of your mouth quirks. “’Sans’? Like the font?”

He shrugs. “i get that a lot. anyways, i need to get back, paps is worried probably.” He points to the paper in your hand, shooting you a reassuring smile. “remember, dude’s a bad time. call me if he comes back. or call if you need help in general. seeya.”

With a blip, he’s gone, and you stare at the space (now replaced with air) he was just in. The most dumbfounded look creases your brow.

“…What the fuck did he just do?!”

Funnily enough, after the incident, he cannot stop thinking about you. He passes the place you used to live every day, and when he does he wonders if you’re okay. He’d check on you, but he did say that if you had a problem to call him. So he leaves the situation be, letting it be in your ballpark. If you need him there, you’ll call.

It’s been a long day, so he decides to go to Grillby’s for some ketchup and conversation. It’s been a while, and he hasn’t visited the surface expansion of Grillby’s very much, so he should fix that.

He teleports just outside the entrance and strolls in to a chorus of greeting from the regulars. Doggo, Greater Dog, and Lesser Dog are wrapped up in a game of poker, with Dogamy and Dogaressa watching on the side and holding each other. There’s a couple humans hanging around, along with a few monsters that didn’t usually frequent the establishment underground milling about. He waddles to the bar and hops into a bar stool, leaning on the counter and sighing, eyes shut.

“heya grillbz, what’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

A snort is his answer, but it sounds nothing like his favorite fire elemental.

He opens up an eye to see you, clad in a button up dress shirt with black slacks, an apron tied around your neck and waist. You look nothing like you did that night, which relieves him so much. There’s a hit of yellow and purple on your hands from the bruises you sustained, he notices, as you clean out a glass with a towel. Your nose is scrunched up from the bad joke he made, a small smile lighting up your face and causing a soft hue of blue to blossom on his face. 

“kid? that’s you?” He asks, opening his eyes fully, now very alert. 

“’Kid’ is not my name, but yeah, it’s me.” You also throw in your name, since you’ve neglected to tell him. Wow, your demeanor has changed completely since the grocery store fiasco, and it’s such a breath of fresh air. It’s nice to see you smile, even if it is a smug smirk.

“well damn, you clean up nice. how ya been doin’? i’m assumin’ the guy hasn’t been bothering you?” At the mention of him you tense, which leads him to backpedal, “wait, shit, sorry–”

“It’s fine! It’s fine.” You cut him off, the smirk having been wiped off your face and replaced with a small frown. “They uh, haven’t been bothering me. Haven’t heard a word from them since what happened.”

He relaxes at this. “good, good.” He breathes, slumping against the counter again. 

“…What can I get ya, Sans?” You ask, setting down the glass you were cleaning and propping your arm against the bar, quirking a brow at him. It’s sassy as hell and it isn’t helping that you’re gorgeous.

“your number.” He realizes what he said in the middle of saying it and slams his face into his palm as you laugh. “…i am so sorry. i’m used to crackin’ jokes like this with grillby.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. What do you really want, though?”

Bless you and your nerves of steel. “uh, bottle of ketchup.”

An incredulous look crosses your face, but you grab one and slide it to him anyways. He twists off the cap and tips it back, almost spitting it out with laughter when you choke.

“Sans, the fuck?!” You stammer, and he wishes he could take a picture of your face because it’s so priceless. Maybe your nerves aren’t as solid as he thought.

If somebody told him six months ago that he’d fall head over heels in love with a human, and a human that initially hated his innocent soul of a brother no less, he’d laugh and call them crazy.

Thinking about it now, it’s not as crazy as it seemed. 

Because with every laugh and smile he gets from you, his SOUL thuds a little more forcefully in his chest, his face a touch blue-r, and he finds himself trying so hard to get them out of you that he doesn’t notice how deep he’s getting into this.

He doesn’t notice until his brother does.

“goin’ to grillby’s, want me to bring you back somethin’ paps?” He asks, sticking his head into the kitchen. Papyrus isn’t as oblivious as everyone believes him to be, and he proves it now as he smiles knowingly at his older brother, which only causes said brother to raise a brow bone in silent question.

“BROTHER, YOU SEEM TO BE GOING TO GRILLBY’S A LOT IN THESE PAST FEW MONTHS.” Papyrus stops stirring the pot of noodles he’s attending to on the stove to look at his brother. He notices, but it’s not like Sans makes an effort to hide it. He can see it in the way that he smiles sometimes when he gets a text from you, or how excited he is when he knows he’s about to see you.

He know what Sans looks like when he’s obsessed about something, or worried, or determined. Papyrus thought he’d seen it all. You’ve brought out a different side of him that Papyrus loves to see, because he look so happy nowadays.

“yeah, so? i used to go everyday when we were underground.”

“SANS, DEAR BROTHER, NOTHING EVADES THE WATCHFUL EYE OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” He exclaims triumphantly, pulling out his best smile. “…I am happy for you, Sans. I hope you bring them by soon to introduce them to me, because I would like to thank the person who has given you so much joy.”

It’s a rarity when Papyrus speaks in a regular volume of voice, and it shocks Sans to his core. “whaddya mean, pap?”

Papyrus laughs, turning back to his pot. “OH BROTHER, DON’T TELL ME YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED!”

“im-pasta-ble, i notice everything.” Sans’ smile turns wicked as Papyrus screeches out a warning to him and then he blips out of the way of the taller’s wooden ladle being thrown at him.

It’s become a habit, for him to watch you as you work. The way you move around the tables at the restaurant, the polite smile you give to the customers and the drastically different smirk you send him when he tosses out a pun, the lingering touch between you two when you give him a ketchup bottle. 

It kills him, in a way, because he knows what he’s feeling. He knows very well what this feeling is. His love life isn’t a very active one, but he does remember a few years back when he used to have a crush on Toriel, and this feels like that except new. It’s no longer a nice thought, but a fire that consumes his thoughts whenever he sees you. It’s not the heat of the blush on his face, it’s the ghostly imprint that your fingers leave on his. His SOUL doesn’t flutter, it beats purposefully. He knows what this is.

However, it’s not him that says or does anything about it.

As your shift comes to a close and he prepares to leave, you stop him. The place is almost empty, just a couple people wrapping up their meals or nursing their last drink. You look nervous, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip.

“what’s up?” He asks, and he almost jumps when you set a hand on ones of his, the one still on the counter top.

“Uh…There uh– There must be something wrong with my eyes, be-because uh–” You clear your throat, and he’s never seen your face go so red, wow. “Because I can’t take them off you?…”

He pauses for a moment before the statement processes through his head and his face goes full cerulean. “uuuuuuhh….”

“What…What I’m trying to say– Is it hot in here? Jeeze.” You tug at your collar, smiling sheepishly. “But uh. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to, I dunno, go see a movie? Or go somewhere for coffee? I’m sorry, I just really, really like you and I couldn’t be quiet about it anymore–”

You stop when you notice his expression. The poor skeleton’s face is completely blue, and his pupils have morphed into tiny hearts. He grabs your hand gently, and before he can chicken out he sputters out a reply.

“yes, hell yes. i’ll uh, i’ll text you later?”

It’s take a moment to sink in but when it does you smile so wide that it triggers his own. “Yeah! That’s cool! I’ll uh, be waiting? Yeah.”

Reluctantly he lets go of your hand and waves with his other, before disappearing and reappearing at the entrance of the inside of his home. 

You asked him out. You asked him out. He’s so giddy, he struts farther into the house and laughs, and it’s such a happy sound. He’s never heard such a sound come out of his body.

“YOU SOUND PLEASED.” Papyrus notes from his spot on the couch in the living room, wherein he’s doing some sort of human exercise program. Sans just beams in reply, hopping up the stairs two at a time to get to his room. “WHAT’S HAPPENED?”

Papyrus knows. He just wants to hear Sans say it.

“bringing them over later this week. you’ll see.”

that video oh my god is the cutest so i had to make some tiny headcanons ofc so have some headcanons about that video & how adorable tom is 

  • okay so sweet baby tom
  • he’s not really nervous before it  
  • okay a little bit 
  • but shhHhHHh he won’t tell you that 
  • you make sure to hold his hand for as long as you’re allowed to 
  • not because he asked 
  • but you know he wants to, even if he doesn’t say it 
  • you just k n o w he’s gonna be extra wild when he’s loopy
    • don’t get to weird on me, thomas. you’re weird enough as it is. 
    • scuse mE” 
  • it’s adorable watching his head flop back onto the pillow when he’s being put to sleep 
  • he’s like “nooooooooo” but eventually it just knocks him out 
  • talk about a drooler 
  • anyways after the surgery, he takes a bit of time to wake (this diva princess being all dramatic)
  • and you decide to be a little shit  
  • & you and harrison come up with a sneaky plan
  • to see if you can trick tom into thinking that the two of you are a couple & make tom jealous 
  • honestly who comes up with these plans i dont know 
  • it works 
  • you make sure you’re sitting on harrison, his arm wound around your waist when tom wakes up 
  • he’s so fucking adorable 
  • blinking blearily & you just know he’s completely out of it 
  • he takes a moment to settle his eyes on you guys
  • but when he does, he just looks so confused
  • an actual puppy i swear
    • are you’vs taking mah girlfriend??
  • and you’re trying not to grin because even when he’s drunk as shit he’s  protective over you 
  • you’re pretty sure he’s trying to pout but his lips aren’t really listening to his brain 
  • he just looks awkwardly unusual 
  • still cute tho 
    • what do you mean? me and harrison have always been together? 
  • /the most sad and confused tom you’ve ever seen/ 
    • ’arrison? wha– yor wiwt harrison?? 
  • he’s so gone that he cannot pronounce for shit 
  • but he looks so genuinely sad at the idea that you aren’t his anymore
  • you feel so bad that you break your act 
  • YOU CAN’T STAND SEEING TOM LOOKING SO UPSET 
  • you get off harrison & quickly sit next to tom on the bed, grabbing his hand to comfort him 
    • not really, you loser. we were just pranking you 
  • tom’s still adorably lost though 
  • he’s looking in between you and harrison 
  • and fucking sam and harry are losing it in the background
  • tom finally looks up at you 
  • one of his eyes is twitching and the other is sliding shut so you’re trying not to laugh but oh my god its hard
    • mwine?” 
  • he’s pointing to your chest in question 
  • and if that isn’t the cutest shit 
  • you want to awe aloud 
  • but instead settle for a nod before u poke him in the chest
    • mine” 
  • and he breaks out into giggles like this fucking nerd
  • the way home is beautiful because tom just can’t stand on his own
  • he’s slumping everywhere and you, harrison and sam all need to hold him up 
  • harry’s like nah fuck off mate 
  • he’s mumbling whatever comes to head & it’s both cute and hilarious
    • what if– ifv’ dinoswars were pink, y/n??? and fluffly???? 
  • like you haven’t heard this s o many times 
  • he just wants to stick his head out of the window and you’re like tom n o thats not a good idea babe p l e a s e
  • but really the best part is when you get home & he’s just 100% ready to nap 
  • but like an absolute egg, he’s wearing jeans 
  • so like the nice girlfriend you are, you try to change him into sweatpants 
  • except the moment you try to unbuckle his belt 
  • seriously thomas why the fuck would you wear j e a n s 
    • ss s stop i hafve a girlfriend 
  • rolling your eyes, like 
    • yeah, i am your girlfriend” 
  • and he squints at you for a moment
  • tilting his head adorably as he tries to focus before 
    • y/n? 
    • that’s me 
  • more giggles 
  • so many giggles 
  • give me a giggly loopy tom please i will love him to the max

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VLD Headcanons because everyone else is sharing theirs

-Lance has like long ass fingers. The ones that look like boney spider legs and are beautiful. He also has big feet and long toes with the second and third being longer than the big toe. He also has toe rings he once got a renaissance fair and never took off
-Keith has tiny little baby feet and hands(much like my own) and he used to paint all his nails black
-Hunk has giant square manly hands, the kind that one could go around your entire neck
-SHIRO HAS GIRL HANDS! Long, thin well taken care of hands (or hand i suppose). With clean well trimmed nails
-Shiro moisturizes like crazy
-“I don’t want wrinkly old man skin, Keith, like you’re gonna get if you don’t start.”
-Allura’s hands are callosed and a mix of Shiro and Lance’s
-Pidge also has baby hands, and her nails are always dirty or chewed to the roots
-No one has seen Coran without his gloves. Ever. It’s like Kakashi’s mask and the paladins keep trying to get him to take them off
-Keith loves the size difference between his and Lance’s hands and how his can easily dissapear into Lance’s
-Lance is still growing, like he’s gonna end up 6'4 I swear. Lance also likes to make fun of others for being tiny
-His older siblings used to make fun of him cuz he used to be pequeñito so when he comes back to earth he’s taller than most of them and he just cackles wickedly
-Keith’s a 2nd gen american. His grandparents are from Korea and moved to Texas and had his dad. So he has a lot of weird tastes in food like kimchi with pork and beans.
-the others discover this and are like ew what stop no. Why do you eat like that Keith plz
-then they discover how Keith’s dad married Shiro’s mom who is an immigrant from Japan anD SHIRO AND KEITH BOTH HAVE THE GROSSEST TASTE IN FOODS AND I CANT EVEN
- “SHIRO NOT YOU TOO!!”
-Hunk has the best tattoos that are of course a cutural thing, and some are stick and poke. So basically Hunk has a high ass pain tolerance and he woukd hold out the longest against torture just saying
-Lance has an entire back piece of beautiful sea serpent and he was a big ol baby about it, hunk held his hand the entire time
-he also got it without permission and when his mamá first saw it she fucking destroyed him (omg don’t mess with hispanic mothers trust me. Mine is terrifying)
-when Keith first saw his tattoo it was only a glimpse at his lower back and Keith thougHT LANCE HAD A TRAMP STAMP FOR THE LONGEST TIME AND IT BOTH DISGUSTED AND TURNED HIM ON
-Alteans have more than just their face marks and have stuff on their entire bodies(think atla air monk tattoos)
-Keith and Shiro have tight bubble butts I swear
-allura and lance love to squeeze them
-allura can lift shiro and hunk
-everyone can lift Lance even Pidge, he is a literal twig. Doesnt matter how tall he gets he’s still like 120 wet
-he takes advantage of this and makes everyone carry him
-Matt is so manly everyone thinks he’s this little baby nerd cuz he wears glasses but he is the most sporty little shit. He used to run marathons on earth
-he’s also a chicken shit and has the bravery of a nugget.
-Pidge has a fear of puppets/muppets
- Keith is literally fearless it’s stupid. He’ll walk straight into the line of fire and not blink. No one can sneak up on him and scare him (no matter how much Lance tries) however he is TERRIFIED of clowns. If faced with one today he’d still cry
-Shiro and Lance are scared of spiders. Only cuz i think it’s cute
-hunk isn’t scared of anything but he’s not careless like Keith. he’s really chill. However you can ALWAYS sneak up on him and scare him. He can see you or know you’re there but you make a boo noise and he still jumps
-Shiro Keith Hunk and Lance are all weebs. Kpop anime asian dramas manga all that jazz
-Pidge is disgusted that they’re surrounded by these nerds
-also Pidge is genderfluid so their gender depends on the day (boy, girl, nonbinary) so she doesnt really care what pronouns people use for her. Like they’re really chill and couldn’t care less. She also doesnt get hurt if people are ignorant or dont understand
-Lance is forever bi, Pidge is aroace, Allura and Hunk are pan, Keith is gay and demiromantic
-unlike a lot of people’s hc i think Keef is quite clean. He never forgets to shower or brush his teeth. Sometimes he brushes his teeth after each meal (habit from when our baby had braces)
-Keith had braces! His canines stuck out and were pretty prominant (hint at galra blood) and being Korean his dad was like bitch you’re getting those fixed u ugly
-Shiro made fun of him for literal years
-Last one: Shiro is a dick big brother 😂 he’s one of the ones that farts in the younger’s face. He gives Keith so much shit and then acts like a perfect angel in front of others so that no one ever believes Keith. However he slowly started not caring in front of the other paladins anD THEY WERE ALL SO CONFUSED.
-Shiro casually walks behind Keith as everyone is sitting down in the common room and gives him a wet willy. Everyone’s jaw drops as Keith screams at Shiro as he leaves the room laughing. Keith turns to the others is all “I TOLD YOU! AND YOU NEVER BELIEVED ME!”

Modern Animorphs AU (part 2)

@jollysunflora : The second half of my complete list of modern AU Animorphs headcanons, approximately one per book.  

28. “Ax,” Marco says, “How come you can roll out ‘venti dulce de leche dark-chocolate frappuchino extra whip’ without batting an eye, but you giggle every time you have to say the word ‘soy’?”

  • “It has so many vowel—owl?—sounds, in so little space,” Ax says.  “That long sssssssssss, so pleasant on the tongue, but then that odd oooyyy ooy-yah?  All in the back of the mouth.  Very strange.  Sssoooy.  Ssususs-oooyaaa.”
  • “Also, he’s moved on from the frappuchinos,” Tobias adds.  “Now he keeps spending all our hard-stolen bitcoins on espresso mack… mach…”
  • “Espresso macchiato con panna,” Ax explains.  “Doppio.”

29. Cassie feels herself sweating as she props the laptop across the room from her, tools laid out and Ax unconscious on the table.  She never expected to find a YouTube video on how to perform brain surgery—and to be honest, it’s actually about “how neurosurgeons perform an orbitozygomatic craniotomy,” not intended to be a how-to manual—but it’s the best she can do under the circumstances, and so she’ll follow along for now.  

MM3.  “That’s the kind of strong leadership we need.”  Jake gestures to the full-color television (this year’s latest model) where a program of their current leader plays on a loop.  “Keeping the wrong kind of people out of this country, saving America for the right kind of Americans.”

  • “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Rachel says.  She and Tobias and Jake are the only three Animorphs, except when Melissa joins them sometimes, and listening to their “Supreme Leader” blather on gets old sometimes.  “All I want to know is whether it’s true that within a few years people will really have phones that plug into their cars.  That’d be cool.”
  • Tobias rubs his eyes against the silk of his wing feathers.  They itch constantly, since he doesn’t have a gas mask to wear every time he goes out into the pollution-opaque air outside the way that his human friends do.  Jake and Rachel take bets sometimes, idly, brutally, about whether he’s the last raptor left on the face of the planet.
  • “Magnificent!”  Drode appears in their midst, and both the Berensons immediately point guns at his head.

30. Marco is lying on his bed the day after watching Eva fall, staring at a patch of wall above his dresser, when he registers that his phone has been buzzing for a while now.  It goes off so many times he assumes he has to be getting a call, but when he checks his notifications he just discovers he’s gotten seventeen text messages in the last hour.  

  • The first is from “Smurfette,” and says “Did you know that there is a type of food that involves baking a cinnamon bun inside of a donut?  We must secure as many of these as it is possible for a human to consume, as soon as possible!”
  • The next one, from “Hawkgirl,” reads: “found out recently that apparently ax still thinks you invented flea powder.  i told him that if youd invented flea powder wed all be a lot richer right now.”
  • “Team Dad” (not to be confused with “Real Dad,” which is how Marco lists Peter) sent along several invitations to team missions on League of Legends this afternoon, along with a threat to have Cassie play Marco’s avatar if Marco doesn’t join in.  “we both know that by the time you get back you’ll have only healing attacks and she’ll have trained it to apologize automatically for stabbing people,” Jake adds.
  • One of the many texts from “Julia Butterfly Hill” suggests that Jake has underestimated Cassie’s diabolical streak, because it’s a screenshot of a clone of his account which has had its name changed to HarambeWasFramed.
  • The real surprise, however, is the single text from “Xena: Warrior Princess.”  It’s a link to an article about a disaster in the local national park and the efforts to clean up the wreckage of an as-yet-unidentified craft which went down in the canyon.  Marco has to read it a few times to understand the point she’s making, because it’s all about what’s not there: the article makes no mention of any human bodies being found among the wreckage.  
  • Marco gets halfway through typing a reply to them all which informs them in no uncertain terms that he sees through their transparent attempts to cheer him up and doesn’t appreciate it, but he deletes without sending.  He can practically hear his mom’s voice saying it: he can focus on the fact that he’s still surrounded by people who love him, or he can focus on the negative side of everything.  And being constantly negative is no way to live.  

31. “Sharing this again, because its been 3 months,” Jake’s cousin Brooke posts on Facebook.  “Anyone who has any news at all about Saddler, no matter what it is, PLEASE contact my family.  Big brother, I dont know if youre still out there, but I miss you.  I miss you like crazy.”

  • Jake turns up his Spotify’s Offspring channel a little louder to drown out the sounds of Tom and his dad shouting at each other downstairs.  His eyes flinch past Brooke’s post, but they can’t move fast enough to prevent the thought that flashes across the surface of his mind: Is this going to be me a year from now?

32. Tobias texts Rachel and Jake an article from Audubon.Org, where several birdwatchers are going into ecstasies of scientific fascination at the bald eagle and peregrine falcon seen flying in close formation in a cell-phone video taken near a highway overpass downtown.  His only comment is, “Told you so.”

33.  In the aftermath, Rachel does a Google search: “PTSD treatment symptoms outcomes.”  She reads through the WebMD site, the NIMH page, the Wikipedia link to a DSM-5 entry.  She thinks of Tobias’s withdrawn silences, his antipathy toward so much they used to enjoy, but she thinks of other things as well.  How exhausted Jake seems any time they’re not on-mission.  How badly Cassie flinches when the school bell rings and doors slam.  How Ax seems to be gradually losing interest in the things—cooking shows, new condiments, human history trivia, These Messages—that once drew his fascination.  How last week Marco flicked an ant off the back of his hand and then went white like he’d just kicked a puppy.  How good it had felt when she’d hurt David, spreading the pain around, giving it back.

  • She catches an Uber to the clinic downtown, filling out forms in the waiting room based on the checklist written on her phone for “how to get tobias an ssri”: Yes, she often feels tense and worried.  Yes, her heart often races for no reason.  No, she hasn’t thought of ending her life.  No, she doesn’t feel out of control when she eats.  
  • She gets as far as developing a cover story—it’s about how she’s never felt the same since her parents’ divorce—but in the hallway to the office she panics and calls Cassie.  “Am I doing the right thing?” she asks, after she’s explained.
  • Cassie is silent for a long time, never a good sign.  “I’m not sure an SSRI would work on a bird,” she says at last, “and that’s even if we could figure out a dose that would work without killing him.  I know you want to help, and I think you should, but…”
  • Rachel hears what she’s not saying: but what if her mom asks too many questions?  But is this risk really worth it?  But what if the psychiatrist (the receptionist, the pharmacist) is a controller?  But isn’t it them, and only them, against the world, and isn’t that just how it has to be?
  • “The war won’t last forever,” Cassie says weakly, and Rachel hates her a little for it.  “When it’s over, when we get to tell everyone what’s happening…”
  • Rachel hangs up.  She goes home, morphs, and flies out to the woods.  
  • «You know I love you, right?» she asks Tobias later that evening.
  • «Of course I do.»  He sounds exhausted.  She’s never felt more helpless in her life.

34. The Yeerk Peace Movement, as it comes out, has a Twitter feed.  It is rather painfully obvious that it has been set up and run entirely by aliens who are doing their very best to communicate with humans, and not quite succeeding. Most of the posts are couplets, for some reason that none of the Animorphs can fathom.  

  • “Want to be On Fleek? When you see someone’s rights threatened, speak!”
  • “Don’t be a Belieber anymore - end slavery and even the score.”
  • “#tbt: Remember when we were symbiotes?  Give taxxon freedom your sympathy votes!”
  • “Nickelback is super lame, and keeping involuntary hosts is just the same.”
  • “Respect your host’s rights today, and make your human into your bae!”

35. It’s Marco who comes up with the idea for how to take down William Roger Tennant.  This is a guy, after all, whose cockatiels have their own Instagram account: he runs his fame on the internet.  

  • “It’s simple,” Marco explains. “We start a hashtag—#notsonicetennant—and we make it go viral.  All we have to do is film this guy everywhere he goes, and eventually the yeerk will slip up.”
  • It proves not to be simple after all.  Their gif of Tennant twitching madly mid-EPA speech gets overshadowed by the news story about One Direction nearly getting poisoned with spiders at the same banquet. Ax does not understand the concept of hashtag, and keeps adding #notsonicetennant to his retweets of what Marco calls “food porn.” They train one of Tobias’s repurposed GoPros to follow poodle-Marco, but that becomes a meme mocking the world’s most obnoxious stray dog rather than Tennant himself.
  • The plan finally, finally comes off when they pull out all the stops and just confront him in morph.  The smartphones that Rachel rigged up in the surrounding buildings don’t pick up the thought speak, but the audio of Tennant screaming at the aliens to leave him alone comes through just fine.
  • When the scandal breaks, the internet (in truly predictable fashion) drops #notsonicetennant and starts using #tennantgate instead.  
  • Ax reposts an old photo of Tennant eating a quinoa salad—zoomed in on the salad—and tags it #tennantgate.  All of his teammates assure him they appreciate the attempt.

36. “All right, that’s just weird,” Marco says, looking at the final entry in the underwater creepshow they’ve been walking through for the past hour.  “All the other ships have been getting more modern as we’ve gone, but this one?  Looks like it was made in the sixties, at the latest.”

  • «The world’s creepiest museum curators are getting sloppy with the placement of bodies as well,» Tobias points out.  «There’s no way that many people could fit on a boat that small.  They’re practically falling over the sides.»
  • Jake and Cassie look at each other, seeing the same realization reflected in each other’s eyes.  Neither one of them wants to say it out loud.
  • Jake becomes the one to bite the bullet.  “Don’t you get it?”  He points to the ragged clothes, the emaciated bodies, the modern smartphone tucked in among the antiquated radio equipment.  “They were refugees.”

37. Rachel shuts the window on the library computer as soon as she hears someone walk into the room, but she can tell she was too late by the look on Jake’s face when she turns around.  

  • “Roy Ludvig, huh?” Jake says.  “Heck of a name.”
  • “He was at the T.V. studio when we attacked.”  Rachel looks down, picking at her nail polish.  “No civilians were supposed to be in danger.”
  • Jake’s expression softens, as much as it ever does.  “And now you’re scrolling through his Facebook, looking for something that’ll let you sleep at night.”  
  • “He’s got a grandson,” Rachel blurts.  “Jordan’s age.  He…”  She shrugs.  He’s dead, and it’s more or less her fault.
  • “Shouldn’t be looking on Facebook.”  Jake sets his phone on the library table next to her, taps the screen to bring up an official-looking report.  “You should be, say, borrowing my dad’s computer.  Sending an email from his account to ask for the guy’s medical records.  If you had, you’d know that Mr. Roy Ludvig had a heart condition.  That he had maybe a year to live, at most, and doctors said he might die at any old time.”
  • Rachel looks down at the report for a long time, and eventually looks up at Jake.  “Doesn’t make it okay, what I did,” she says.  “He’s still dead.”
  • Jake shrugs.  “You don’t have to forget it ever happened, but you do have to live with it.  Live, and fight another day.”

38. In the aftermath of Estrid’s visit, Tobias is flying over the boardwalk when he sees a henna artist who clearly smokes way too much pot to be a Yeerk. He gets Ax, they morph human, and both get henna tattoos of Elfangor’s name. (Ax had previously expressed an admiration for the human tradition of commemorating a lost loved one by making markings on one’s body.) They know the tats will disappear when they demorph, but they’re both glad they did it. The artist asks how long they’ve been together, and Tobias says in a scandalized voice, “he’s my UNCLE!” Thus, Tobias succeeds in both of his goals: making Ax laugh, and reminding him he has family here on Earth. Honestly, the reminder doesn’t hurt Tobias either.

39. “You know, not all squirrels are like that,” Marco is fond of saying after a morph goes wrong.  “Not all termites are horrifying worker drones.”  Sometimes it’s, “You know, some of my best friends are fleas.”

  • It’s Cassie, however, who gets the last laugh out of that one.  «You know, Marco,» she says as they swim away from the wreckage of the helicopter, «Not all ants are like that, right?  I shouldn’t say that all ants are killers, right?»
  • Marco stares at her in silence while the others snicker, watching him war between the two impulses: to keep the joke going forever, and to express his honest hatred of ants.  
  • «Come on.»  And now Rachel has joined in on the teasing.  «You’re just going to let that kind of besmirching of the ant community stand?»  
  • «Okay, okay!»  Marco gives in.  «Ants suck.  Yes, all ants!»

40. “Our experts have examined the video extensively, and near as we can conclude, this footage is genuine and unedited,” the newscaster says.  “Given how viral this video has proven to be, with over two million views since it was posted to YouTube on Wednesday, everyone wants to know: is this footage proof that aliens exist?  Is this a publicity stunt for the upcoming Fantastic Beasts sequel?  Or, as one YouTube commenter asks, did a Smurf just have sex with a centaur?”

  • «Potential new ally?» Tobias suggests.  He’s already tapping out a search for the original video in his modified tablet.
  • Ax laughs.  «Of course not.  He’s crippled.  A vecol.  Useless.  We must respect the privacy of his isolation.»
  • “You know what?  Fuck that,” Marco snaps.  He shoves to his feet, posture tight with anger.  “Just… Fuck that,” he tells Ax.  “I have ADHD.  Attention Deficit whateverthefuck.  I take a pill every morning to help me function because my brain isn’t good enough to filter stimuli all by itself.  I got a fucking 135 on the world’s most boring IQ test and I’m still failing half my classes.  I’m a vecol.  You think I’m useless, huh?  You gonna start refusing to talk to me because of some bullshit about ‘respecting’ my ‘privacy’?  Huh?”
  • «That’s different,» Ax says.  «You’re not…»  He doesn’t seem to know how to finish that sentence.  
  • «If he’s an exception, I hope I am too,» Tobias says more gently.  «I got screened for anxiety disorders as a kid, and I guess we’ll never know if I qualify or not, ‘cause my aunt decided that doctors cost money and if the test said I needed one then she didn’t want to know about it.»
  • Ax doesn’t answer for a long time.  He doesn’t seem to know where to look.  
  • «Let’s go tell the others what we found.»  Tobias taps a button to send the video to himself.  «We can talk more about this later.»

MM4. Tobias flinches when his phone makes the small ping sound that means he has an alert.  The new kid is the easy target in every school on the planet.  He wonders what it’ll be this time: another Facebook post where the semi-anonymous account Toby IsALoser tags him in another meme about how he has to pay people for sex because the sight of his body would make any normal girl run away screaming, another unnamed Instagram ping telling him he should kill himself so that no one has to look at his stupid fat face anymore, another Snapchat image of a puddle of vomit with the caption “me when I think of you,” an email with the most disgusting gif anyone could find after a quick search…

  • It’s not, though.  It’s an invite to join a private Facebook group, called The Sharing, with several hundred local members.  Most of the names Tobias recognizes are cool older kids from the high school.  Intrigued, willing to trust for the moment that this isn’t some ridiculously elaborate prank, Tobias clicks “join.”  

41. Jake looks around at the enormous open field, concrete pitted with openings and low hovels of corrugated steel and rebar.  He can see for nearly half a mile in every direction before the smog makes it impossible, and the tallest things around are the hunched hork-bajir.  “Where are we?” he asks.

  • Cassie frowns.  “This?  Jake, this is downtown Manhattan.”
  • He gapes at her.  “What happened to it?”
  • “Tall buildings are targets for drone strikes,” she says casually, turning away.  “The only way to be safe was to go underground.”

42. Marco doesn’t bother going to the house of the guy who photographed them, nor does he try to catch the kid before he uploads the video anywhere.  Instead he waits for the image to appear on YouTube, then becomes the first commenter.  “Sweet manip!” he says.  “Is that Photoshop, or can you do that in free programs like Gimp?”

43.  “EarthIsOurs-dot-tumblr-dot-com?” Marco says incredulously.  “What does Taylor do there, post pictures of her pet taxxon?  Reblog plans for planetary domination?”

  • «Judging from her archive history, she’s had this blog for many years,» Ax says.  «She recently changed the domain name, but some of the content on here is from as early as 2008.»
  • Jake and Marco get caught up in debating with Cassie about what exactly to send to her, but Tobias just scrolls quietly through Taylor’s old posts.  She didn’t lie about being beautiful, he realizes, or about being popular.  There’s a long blank period in her tumblr account in mid-2014.  And then she posted one selfie—just one—after the fire.  
  • He can’t bring himself to read the names that the trolls call her, or the discussions about how much money they’d have to be paid to have sex with her.  But there’s no overlooking the suggestions that she kill herself.  The posts are too numerous, too vitriolic.  
  • “Every chick ever to wander onto the internet has gotten that crap,” Rachel says; clearly she’s been reading over his shoulder.  “She should’ve developed thick skin, not joined the Sharing.”
  • Tobias thinks of the Facebook page made at his old school just to discuss the fact that he’s a chubby zit-face, of the posts which eventually overwhelmed his Instagram with death threats.  «Yeah, I guess,» he says.

44.  It takes a long time for Cassie to get home from Australia, but at least they’re not too worried for most of that time; she texts them her location and a brief description of the insanity that landed her in the Outback as soon as she gets in contact with Yami’s family.

45.  “None of this makes any sense,” Peter says.  “I’m hallucinating, or you’re delusional, or else—”

  • Marco sets his phone in Peter’s lap. “Check the timestamp, Dad.  I took that six months ago.”
  • Peter stares at the phone for a long minute, and then slowly looks up at Marco.  At a clear loss for words, he tilts his head back toward the screen.
  • “I know.”  Marco laughs, the sound wet with tears.  “That blond wig looks terrible on her.  But it’s really her, Dad.  I swear.”

46. “So they’re going to get the U.S. embroiled in another war,” Marco says.  “And this one with a country that can actually fight back.”

  • «Seems like,» Tobias says.  «Only why bother with all the secrecy and political wrangling?  Why not just send a couple mean tweets to Donald Trump and Kim Jong-Un?  That’d probably do the job just as well.»
  • “No, it wouldn’t.”  Jake runs a hand through his hair, looking around at them all.  “The yeerks need a total war.  Everything the U.S. and its allies can pull out, against everything China and its allies can muster.  Our military has gotten too used to sending drones to fight its wars, to ‘tactical strikes’ against insurgents.  If the yeerks want half the species annihilated, they have to do a lot more than poke a couple of egos.”

47. “News flash,” Marco says.  “Your average suburbanite ain’t gonna accept a seven-foot-tall alien for a neighbor.  You know the number of times my mom’s been asked for proof of citizenship before she was allowed to vote or cash a paycheck or buy a car?  How many times she’s been pulled over by cops while driving the speed limit with her seatbelt on?  And she’s a regular old human being.  Toby’s right—the hork-bajir have a whole other fight coming if we ever win the war.”  

48. Rachel feels the blood drain from her face when she opens the Facebook message and sees the name attached.  David’s Facebook account has been defunct for almost two years now; there’s no one left who would want or even be able to access it from the outside.  Should be no one.

  • Miss me? the message from David’s account says.
  • Who are you? she types with shaking fingers.  What do you want?
  • I know what you did.  I’m coming for you.  I’ve got friends all over the place and they’ll find you.  They’ll kill you.  Amazing the allies you can get, when you know where the bodies are kept.  On the internet, no one knows you’re a—
  • Rachel hits “block.”  She tells herself that the screaming nightmares she has all that night and into the next are the product of having a stressful life, she’s an Animorph for pete’s sake.
  • She doesn’t stop shuddering every time she gets a message for the next two weeks, but she never hears from whoever (It wasn’t David. It couldn’t have been.) it was ever again.

49.  They stagger away from yet another hopeless fight, all of them injured, half of them missing limbs or bleeding to death.  Dragging their damaged bodies behind the first dumpster they find, they demorph, remorph, and force their minds to focus long enough for the long flight home.  It’s only when Rachel is in owl morph, staring around the dimly lit alleyway, that she sees the security camera pointed directly at their location.  

  • «They must not check it that often,» Marco says without much hope.  «Or else they’d be out here already to come looking for us.»
  • «Doesn’t matter,» Tobias says harshly.  «It had a perfectly clear view of all your human faces.  And that building is owned by the yeerks.»
  • They all stare at each other in dull shock as the realization sinks in.  They always knew this moment was coming—they could only be so careful for so long—and yet, on some level each of them hoped it never would.  
  • «Take one more night to be with your families,» Jake says at last.  «We evacuate everyone in the morning.»
  • Jake loses his phone, again, somewhere amidst all the chaos.  This time around he doesn’t bother to replace it.  It’s not like his mom is going to be wondering where he is, not anymore.  

50.  “So,” Jake says, “this is going to sound crazy, but—”

  • “Aliens are invading the planet, and you’re the only kid terrorist who can stop them?” James suggests.  “We do have wifi up here, you know.  You’re Jake Berenson, right?  You’re all over the conspiracy theorists’ forums right now.”
  • “Um.”  Jake runs a hand through his hair, starts again.  “Yeah, pretty much.”
  • James nods.  “In that case, you’ve got thirty seconds to convince me your story’s not a load of crap before I call security.”  

51. Ax secures their wifi in something a billion times better-hidden than Tor.  With that reassurance, they all end up starting blogs.

  • Marco’s is a rambling string of wry comments about everything from the invasion to his parents’ science projects.  Sample post: “Insider source (aka my mom): Visser Three has morphed human and eaten AN ENTIRE BAG OF MARSHMALLOWS in one sitting, ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION.  Pass it on!”
  • Jake’s is the place that people go to find out how they can help, and to get his reassurance that the help means something.  Sample post: “As Barack Obama says, ‘We the people recognize that we have responsibilities as well as rights; that our destinies are bound together; that a freedom without a commitment to others is unworthy of our founding ideals, and those who died in their defense.’  This fight will never be over just as long as we keep supporting each other.  I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you all for the KickStarter donations.”
  • Rachel’s has beauty tips for the American girl on the run, light and self-deprecating enough that you often don’t notice the undercurrent of desperation.  Sample post: “If you want to be able to look at yourself in the mirror, try fixing your hair using reflective surfaces such as pots, ponds, or pieces of Bug fighter wreckage.  Alternately, just say ‘fuck it’ and never look at yourself again.”
  • Cassie’s tells people how to stay safe, and how to keep their environments safe as well.  Sample post: “Everyone please remember, it’s important to stock enough food and water for family pets as well as humans when retreating to an apocalypse bunker!”
  • Tobias’s has a lot of good-natured grumbling about everyday life in the valley.  Sample post: “In other news, my girlfriend’s mom is currently arguing with the smartest being on the face of the planet about where to put the new latrine facilities.  Sorry Naomi, but my money’s on Toby.”
  • Ax’s has a lot of food reviews, of course, but again there’s that undercurrent of desperation, almost like he’s trying to convince someone else (or maybe even himself) that humans are worth saving.  Sample post: “Marco assures me that there are no less than 23 distinct flavors contained within every sip of Dr. Pepper.  Just think of the years of experimentation and innovation it must have required to produce a drink which can inspire 23 different reactions from human taste buds, all at the same time.  Truly inspired genius.”

52. They run drills upon drills for what to do in case of a drone strike.  Using any morphs they have that can dig or build—mole, taxxon, elephant, beaver—the Animorphs create an extensive network of tunnels and shelters, posting guards at all times to keep their eyes on the sky.  The hork-bajir valley doesn’t show up on satellite imagery, which they only know thanks to Peter’s definitely-illegal fact-gathering missions on the darkweb, but they don’t know for sure whether an overhead camera would be subject to the same strange perceptual distortions they all experience when flying there as birds.  They nearly lose their precious secrecy when Naomi sends several emails from her work account, claiming she’s being held hostage and asking anyone who will listen to come rescue her.  Eva generates a hasty follow-up from the same account asking people to ignore “the prank that I now realize was in poor taste,” but none of them are sure it worked for the next several days.  

53. Rachel makes one last post on her nearly-extinct Instagram account.  This time the scrap of paper she uses appears to be torn from the back of a food label, but the penciled script is as intricate as ever.  It reads “Who wants to live forever? —Freddie Mercury, 1986”  

54. After it’s all over, Tobias retreats, he hides, but he keeps a thread of communication open.  Cassie shoots him an email with the subject line “Hawk patient with intermittent aggression and lethargy—any idea what could be causing it?”  Marco sends him idiotic memes that now feature the Animorphs’ names and faces.  Ax asks for constant updates on the new wing of Taco Bell being built downtown, and repays the favor by leaking confidential information about the search for the Blade ship.

  • And then he gets one of the stranger emails he’s ever received.  It’s an offer of a full legacy scholarship to Harvard University (which has just found the means to explain some inconsistencies in the records of one “Alan Fangor,” who graduated in the ‘80s) in exchange for Tobias teaching one class per semester on any subject of his choice.  He agrees, with the stipulation that all his classes be online.
  • The resultant course (Ornithology 442: An Insider’s Perspective) is like nothing the students who participate have ever seen before.  Tobias will write out rambling treatises on Why Blue Jays Suck or All the Ways Hawks Are Superior to Eagles with a thought-speak-to-text recorder.  He’ll deliver online lectures from a shaky webcam pointed into a nonspecific tree, occasionally wandering off for hours at a time to go hunting.  Students who ask him personal questions about Rachel get regurgitated mouse skeletons Fed-Exed to their campus mailboxes.  Essays that don’t demonstrate much effort get feedback such as “even I can tell this sucks and I have a seventh-grade education” or “my grandmother could make better sentences than this AND SHE’S AN ANDALITE WHO DOESN’T SPEAK ENGLISH.”  Assignments include “find one bird fact in a textbook and explain why it’s a load of crap” or “go film a Boston pigeon until it does something interesting, I dare you.”
  • Nevertheless, enrollment is so popular that Harvard has a three-year waiting list and charges students an extra $500 just to sign up.  When Tobias finds out about the extra fee, he promptly video-calls the Intrepid, gives Ax remote access to his computer, and explains why he needs Ax to convert the course illegally to a MOOC.  Harvard University fires him for breach of contract; Yale hires him on that very same afternoon.  

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Can I keep you? Pt. 3

(A/N) Here is the next part to my Loki Fanfic! I really hope you like it, and I really appreciate your lovely comments. I wish I could answer y’all, but you know how it is….This one is very short too…sorry?
Either way, feedback is always welcome! Enjoy!

Summary:
Imagine being Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers, especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he comes from.

Pairings: Loki x Reader ; Tony Stark x daugther!Reader

Warnings: assholes approaching

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Y/N POV

Having Loki walk beside me through a furniture store was as strange as it could be. Still, I tried to ignore all the hateful stares the others shot me and the god and continued shopping.
We looked at different beds, tried out different mattresses and wrote down everything I needed and wanted.
After lying down on a really comfortable mattress, I couldn’t help but close my eyes.
“Please don’t fall asleep Y/N. People would attack me if they see me carrying you out of here.” Loki stood beside me, taking hold of my hand, trying to pull me up.
“It’s too comfortable Loki! Try it.” I tugged at his hand until he gave up and laid down beside me. “It really is comfortable.” I let out a chuckle and relaxed. Since most of the people feared Loki, no one bothered us. Especially since we didn’t take our shoes off.
After just lying there for a few minutes, I noticed myself dozing off, but decided to just accept my fate. Loki noticed it too. He sat up and pulled me away from the mattress, ignoring my weak protests.
After getting the rest of the things, I needed for my room, we paid for it and arranged for it to be brought to the tower the same day.
I also introduced Loki to hot dogs. At first, he was very confused why we would heat up a dog and then eat it, but as soon as he saw an actual hot dog, the confusion went away and he enjoyed his meal.
“Want another one?” I looked at Loki, who had been staring longingly at the counter where we bought the hot dogs. “Please.” Laughing, I ordered two more and waited for them to be ready.
While I waited, I checked my phone for new messages, but found none. Strange. While I was still at the university, Peter texted me almost every day, even though we did see each other on a daily basis. Was he cheating on me?
Think of the devil and he appears!
“Y/N!” I was suddenly enveloped in a bear hug, but immediately hugged my boyfriend back. “What are you doing here?” Before he answered, he pulled me into a slow kiss, which was only broken by other customers complaining about us blocking the que, even though our food was ready.
I took the tray and we walked back to Loki, who had a strange look on his face. “Loki, this is my boyfriend, Peter. Peter, I guess you know Loki.” They shook hands, but it was clear they couldn’t stand each other. Trying to lighten the mood, I just kept talking until I decided to give up and lead them back to the car.
“You never answered my question why you are here.” We stood in the elevator and waited for it to reach the parking level.
“Right. Your dad called me, told me he was throwing a party today and asked me to come. So, I drove here as fast as I could, and as I arrived the others told me you were here. I just couldn’t wait to see you again.” He kissed me again, but I couldn’t concentrate on the kiss. Loki was still there and there was such a bad aura around him. I pushed Peter away, glad we finally reached the right level.
“Well, see you later than.” Loki and I walked to the car and got in.
We were silent during the hole ride home. Just as I parked the car in the garage, Loki turned to me with a serious expression. “This was your boyfriend?” “He still is, Loki. And yes. Why?” He furrowed his brows, as if he thought about the heated dogs again, and shook it after a while.
“I…I just sense something off about this guy. That’s all.” Before I could ask for an explanation, he left the car and walked to the elevator. Deciding to leave it be, I trailed after Loki and walked with him to my room as soon as we reached the right floor.
He helped me, with his magic of course, to clean up the mess from yesterday, and later on, put together all the furniture for me.
Thanks to him, I had just enough time to get ready for the party. All the while, I didn’t see Peter anywhere. But I was certain he knew his way around the tower enough already and ignored the feeling in my guts.
“I should go see dad before I leave.” Since I never really had friends, I started talking to myself from time to time. A habit, I couldn’t shake off.
Taking the elevator downstairs, I had to authorize myself before I could exit the elevator. My dad sure was paranoid.
Walking down the hall to where his “office” should be, I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard Peter’s and my father’s voice, fighting.
“I did everything I could Mister Stark! I can’t help it if she falls in love with someone else!” Peter sounded distressed, but what bothered me more was what he was saying.
“Well, try harder! Get her away from that god and you will get your new suit and everything!”
The world started spinning around me. It was all just a deal between my father and Peter? He never really loved me? But…why?
I didn’t even register that I let my phone fall to the floor, until my father’s and Peter’s shocked faces stared at me.
“Honey, I-“
I turned around and ran, hearing the two chase after me.
“Jarvis, please, just this once, listen to me over my Tony!” My voice echoed through the halls and the AI registered it immediately. “What can I do for you, Miss?”
I waited until I reached the elevator. “Close the doors now!” The doors closed, and didn’t open as my father hammered against them. He shouted various commands at Jarvis, but the AI ignored him.
I pressed the button with my floor number on it and sank to the floor while the elevator rushed up. How could a day that was so much fun, turn into such a disaster?
Tears ran down my cheeks, but no sobs left my body. I guess, the reality hadn’t sunk in yet.
The doors opened again and without checking where I was, I ran out. And just like my luck loved it, I stood in the living room, where all the guests were partying.
Turning around to walk back to the elevator before someone noticed me, I turned back as I saw the door to the staircase open.
Making my way through the crowd, I ignored my father’s cries for me to stop. I just wanted to get away. As far away as possible.
I bumped into a lot of people on my way, but only one held me back by his waist.
“What’s wrong?” Loki’s deep voice filled my ears and the first sob escaped me. His expression was one of concern, as he held my shaking body and took in my tear stained cheeks.  “Take- Take me away.” I pressed my eyes shut, trying to block the rest of the world out.
Loki wrapped his arms around me, and just as my father was about to reach me, we teleported out of the room.
The next time I opened my eyes, we stood on the roof of the tower.

GREY AREA. (M) | 09

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.


“Wanting love from someone who doesn’t want to love you, will destroy your fucking heart.”  - Anonymous

 Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
 Word Count: 4,228
 Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst, 
   Chapter Index



When you wake up, it’s to the sound of a familiar vibration that belongs to your phone, and the hum of your fan whirring from beside you.



Small droplets of rain hit your window creating a nice pitter patter sound, and you think that you’ve heard what could only be distinguished as thunder, roar in the distance.



The vibration from your phone goes off another second later, and you have to pull yourself up from your slumber to search for it. You find it by your feet, ignoring the question of how the hell did it get down there? Because you had learned long ago not to question you and your sleeping habits, because according to Taehyung, you slept roughly.



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boyfriends in couture

do u ever feel so bad about taking 2 weeks to write a chapter that u make a valentines day drabble set in the universe of ur fic where theyre not even dating yet

victor is editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri is his secretary, and it is not necessary at all to have read kings in couture to read this oneshot (and if you’re following the fic, don’t worry! no spoilers (apart from things that you don’t already expect to happen viktuuri-wise). this is unofficial kic-verse; i just wanted to throw kic victor and kic yuuri together because i make up my own rulez welp ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  +im an impatient fic writer who cant write their hooking up fast enough so i have to settle for this because im shameless. so shameless. dont judge me)

length: ~1.5k // rating: teen

“I thought I gave you the day off.”

Yuuri looks up from where he’s in the middle of organizing portfolios. “Victor?”

The man in question is staring at him in surprise. He looks fantastic, as usual, though he is uncharacteristically dressed in a simple turtleneck and jeans. No expensive Burberry coat today. “What are you doing here?” Victor asks.

“I was putting together the editorials for the run-through tomorrow.” Yuuri gestures at the folders in front of him. All the editors had submitted their finished pieces for next month’s issue, ready to be reviewed by Victor one last time before they went to print.

“I can see that,” Victor tells him. “But again, I gave you the day off.”

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so for those not in the know, t-ara debuted in 2009 with 6 members (jiyeon, hyomin, qri, eunjung, boram and soyeon) and got their first win on jan 1st 2010 with “bo peep bo peep”. they continued to win with most of their comebacks until 2012 as they were extremely popular, on par with snsd and kara at the height of their career. 

their last win was on feb 24th 2012 with the song lovey dovey. after that was released, everything started going downhill. their company added an 8th member, areum, to the group (after previously adding hw*young as the 7th in 2011) and then The Bullying Scandal™ happened in mid 2012 during day by day era. they were hated so fucking much that in late 2012 (after hw*young left) when they came back with sexy love (now 7 members), companies tried to postpone their own group comebacks bc they didn’t want their artists promoting at the same time as t-ara. in 2013, areum eventually left the group and they were back to their original lineup as 6. however, the impact left from their scandal was so huge (and their company just let the scandal happen, they didn’t provide any support or offer any real clarity or statement until THIS YEAR) that korea essentially shunned them. they were sworn at, no one wanted to see them on shows, members were pulled out of dramas they were supposed to star in, the brands they were endorsing didn’t want them anymore. they were hated by Everyone. so they went off and found success in japan and (especially) china, but every time they came back to korea, they were faced with more and more hate, people telling them to stay in china, they didn’t want them in korea. 

however, this year FINALLY the scandal was cleared up, and hw*young (who everyone sided with at the time) was exposed as a liar and a fake, and basically t-ara shouldn’t have been blamed for everything bc it all turned out to be one ugly lie. but the lie Ruined their careers and the girls weren’t able to win ANY awards since february 2012. but today they FINALLY FUCKING DID. knetz shunned them for 5 fucking years over NOTHING and they finally got a win. im so angry it’s taken 5 years to get them another win and this is supposedly their last comeback and then they disband, which is such a bittersweet ending. but im so happy ppl finally woke up and got these girls what they deserve, even if boram and soyeon aren’t there to share it with them.

obviously there’s a lot more to say here about them, their history and the scandal in general, but i dont wanna make this post too long im just so fucking proud of them and im so happy korea finally woke the fuck up after 5 years. please support t-ara, even if this ends up being their last comeback, please support them all the way through this.

anonymous asked:

please help me stop bingeing. i just wanna stay on track this time but i am so pathetic...tips?

First of all, dont call yourself pathetic please! You are not! I once thought i gave up and binged for a full 3 months! You have the recognition of knowing you are doing something wrong, which means you can do something about it, and you asked me this because you were worried right? Worrying means you will do something about it!

Now lets get to the tips, first know everything doesn’t works for anyone, if one thing doesn’t works with you and you keep binging, it just means it wasnt for you anyway, try a another one.

  1. Find something you like with 0 calories or small calories, for me its coffee or small candies (15 calories for a piece). When you feel like binging you can stuff yourself with this safe food/drink. I can suggest milk, latte or almonds for sweet cravings and wasabi, tomato soup, lettuce and no butter popcorn for other cravings.
  2. Licking salt or sugar. This… May sound disgusting but sometimes it works. Restricting may get your body deprived from these two things, your brain will make you go to the foods which contains those two, instead of going straight to them. So licking salt and/or sugar may stop you from binging.
  3. Water. I know you read this already, but its pretty common for your body to confuse thirst  with hunger. Try to drink a glass of water before binging, it might stop you, and even if it doesnt, it will make you binge less because your stomach will be already stuffed with something.
  4. Get away from the food. Make a habit of going somewhere or doing something or talking to someone when you fell like binging. I used to call and chat with a friend when i felt like binging. If you dont wanna call someone, make a habit of showering, brushing your teeth/hair, or watching something when you feel like binging.
  5. Make conditions. Say ‘Well body, you want this bag of chips? Fine, you can have it, but first, we need to clean up this room.’ if you are a lazy person like me, this works miracles. And even if you really binge after this, you already burned some of the calories while you cleaned up that room and you wouldnt feel as much as depressed after binging in a tidy room, while you would feel more like a failure in a messy room. It doesnt have to be cleaning up a room, maybe you are a tidy person and your room is already sparkly. Then say ‘But first, we need to finish this homework’ or ‘But first, we need to finish reading this book.’ or ‘But first, we need to walk the dog.’, everything will work fine really.
  6. Dont buy anything thats easy to prepare. Like fast food or junk food. If you want to binge, you need to cook. And if you are gonna cook, maybe you can change your mind. Like frying those potatoes to boiling them, or making a sandwich to making a salad.
  7. Keep focusing. Goals thats far away may lead to distraction. Dont put a goal for that month, put a goal for that day. Say ‘i will lose 1 lbs today’ not ‘I will lose 10 lbs this month’, say ‘i wont eat junk food today.’ dont say ‘i wont eat junk food for the rest of my life.’.
  8. Focus on the main problem. Binging mostly comes from stress or boredom. If you are stressing over something, go and fix it, or at least try to fix it, in the end even if you cant fix it, you will feel more comfortable knowing you tried. Much better than just covering it up with food. If its boredom find new hobbies, or just take your coat and go out, explore your town! Go find a coffee shop (if it doesnt sell food extra points for you) and sit down, watch people around you, socialize, or just read a book, doodle.
  9. Dont torture your body. You might be binging because your body needs it. If your body goes out of the important things (like vitamins) it will reach out to food. Dont stop it, just try to reach out for healthy options.
  10. Pleasure points, pain points. Well, the most distracting thing for a human is lust, loving yourself is delightful, why not masturbate instead of binging? And if you binge give yourself small punishments, i say punishments but dont hurt yourself, you dont have to. Like put water in a clean sprey bottle and sprey it on your face everytime after you binge. At first these might seem like they dont work, but actually your instincts pick up what is happening and after a while your brain will say to your body ‘psst, r u sure, we can masturbate and realise some fine dopamine, why get sprayed with water instead of that bruh?’

These are all i got for now, i hope it helps. Please remember to take care of yourself and stay safe

the coffee stop // x reader [gender neutral]

;; vernon x reader 

summary;; Vernon head canon: in which your usual trip to the coffee shop turns into something much more!

word count;; 1.2k 

warnings:; 

- lil bit of swearing 

- apart from that,, none just fluff 

a/n: my first Vernon au so i hope you all enjoy it [gif is not mine,, credit goes to owner//creator]


It was just like any other cloudy day in Seoul, when you made your usual visit to the coffee stop. The rain had thankfully stopped the moment you had left the confines of your apartment which was lucky however you still carried an umbrella, just in case. The streets were quiet at this time, the occasional car rolling on past as you walked, a motorbike roaring to life in its driveway. It’s super quiet today you thought as you pushed open the door, letting the warmth from inside hit you. Only one or two people were present with laptops located in front of them with papers scattered across the table. College students. You could relate to their qualms sadly; college was simultaneously heaven and hell. 

Coming to the shop regularly had allowed a friendship to form between yourself and the baristas which in all honesty,was something you cherished. Jihoon and Seungkwan had both worked there since freshman year and despite you all having different majors, you relished at the chance to talk to them about school. Today was no different. 

“Hey boys!” you called as you shrugged off your coat, draping it casually across your arm. Both of their heads turned at the sound of your voice, Jihoon shooting you a cheery smile whilst his counter part howled in frustration. 

“What’s up with him?” you queried, taking your usual seat at the counter and folding your arms across your chest. Jihoon glanced over at his friend before letting out a slight chuckle. Seungkwan, seemingly in response, groaned loudly. He seemed to be in the middle of emptying a cafeteria but you could see school work laying abandoned next to him. 

“Our dear friend has yet again left an assignment to the very last minute,” Jihoon begun, absentmindedly tapping on the side as he did so,”which is a totally him thing to do,”. At this, Seungkwan glared up at him. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the hapless antics of the boy, especially considering he was older than you. It was like any other morning after that. You drank your coffee lazily, enjoying the company of the two, chatting aimlessly like always. 

You had just finished cry-laughing over one of Seungkwan’s anecdotes when Jihoon’s head whipped upwards, flashing a smile to whomever was stood behind you. 

“Hey bro,” a voice called. That voice. It was warm, smooth like honey. Despite his fluent Korean, you could hear a sort of American twang amongst his words. The stool next to you was suddenly pulled back, the legs dragging painfully against the cool tiled floor. The need to look at him was compelling. 

“Vernon! Didn’t know you were in town,” Jihoon replied happily, leaning over to give the guy [who you now knew as “Vernon”] a high five. Seungkwan looked equally excited at the arrival of this stranger and you found yourself wondering who he was. He gave off very…chill vibes. 

“Y/N, do you want a refill?”. At the moment in time you had been completely caught up in your own thoughts so the sudden voice made you jump ever so slightly. Nodding fervently as Jihoon made a reach for your cup,you finally stole a glance at him. At “Vernon”. Unexpectedly, his eyes were on you, his head cocked to one side. Wow, you thought. He was beautiful. Vernon had warm brown eyes that were mixed in with light hues of green, matching perfectly with his slightly golden complexion. His hair was short ish with blond highlights offsetting the deep brown in his bangs. He held his lip playfully between his teeth however his expression changed when you returned his gaze. He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck in an awkward fashion. 

“Sorry I-I didn’t mean to star-” he started, stuttering in his effort to apologise.

“It’s ok,” you quipped, shaking your head. He seemed taken aback at this but nodded in reply. His eyes seem to study you for a second before he speaks yet again. 

“Y/N right? Jihoon and Seungkwan mention you now and again, but I didn’t think you were actually real, you know,”. You frown, clearly confused. He continues,”They always described you as something so beautiful and bright. I have to say, I agree,”. Did he just ??? Heat bloomed across your face. You made a mental note to challenge your friends at the next given chance. 

“Are you sure they meant me?” you mumbled. It was hard to get your head around; beautiful and bright? Surely, it was someone else. Vernon scoffed and your eyes widened at the outburst. He turned slightly to face you, brows furrowed. 

“Who else would it be?” When you dont reply, he shook his head slightly at you. “What? You don’t think you’re beautiful and bright?” he questioned. Face flushing once again, you shrugged.

“I’ve always felt bleak and boring,”. It was true. Of course you aspired to be bright but you couldn’t help but act the part of a pessimist from time to time. It was probably your least redeemable attribute. Part of you wondered why you were saying this to a complete stranger but you ignored it nonetheless. For some reason, Vernon looked flabbergasted at your response.  

“But you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, frowning at the counter as if it could feel his confusion. Oh god. Your whole body felt as though it was on fire; why was this utterly adorable guy complimenting you like it was the most obvious thing in the world? 

“Are you always this sweet?!” you found yourself blurting out. He glances at you, laughing cutely. 

“Nah, only on Wednesdays,” he said, winking flirtatiously in your direction.Oh fuck. You glanced at the clock situated above the door, which now read 10:23am. And to think, you almost slept in. 

When Jihoon and Seungkwan returned with coffees in hand, you notice the smirk Seungkwan was wearing on his face. It suddenly dawned on you that this was a ploy, and you groaned inwardly. 

“I hate you,” you whispered as he hands you the bill. He grinned cheekily. 

“Why? You like him don’t you?” he whispered cockily, nodding his head in the direction of Vernon who was chatting to Jihoon. Even though you tried to deny it, you ended up stuttering and blabbering nonsense, much to your own dismay. It was true, he was handsome, kind and had an air of confidence about him. Seungkwan looked triumphant as you pulled your purse out of the bag you’d brought, handing him the correct amount begrudgingly. Vernon noticed this and his face dropped. 

“Are you leaving?”. He looked genuinely sad at this and your heart leapt. 

“I have class at 11, but I’ll be back tomorrow,”. Why did you say that? you screamed at yourself mentally. He’s going to think you like him! But his face lit up.

“So if i come by tomorrow, can i buy you a drink?” he smiled lazily, taking a sip of his drink. Butterflies. Actual butterflies were rattling around in your stomach right at that moment  and all you could do was grin at him. 

“Yes,” you said warmly as you picked up your umbrella,” I think I’d like that,”. 

Perhaps it was the start of something beautiful [and mildly dork-y] ? 


a/n: hi friends !! I hope this is good, I felt like it was time to venture out of bf aus and into the world of head canons and imagines! I am actually really proud of this, despite worrying that i wrote it in a mixture of tenses?? ive proof read like 4 times and i think it’s correct however i’m low key blind so it may be wrong. this is dedicated to my best friend @thrasherguk + to the lovely @hansolmates who was my biggest inspiration when writing this!! :]]

being best friends with yoongi pt.3

part 1     part 2

Originally posted by jeonbegins

another month has passed that yoongi hasnt woken up. the doctors have told his parents that if he doesnt wake up in the next week, that they are pulling the plug. his conditions havent gotten worse, but they havent gotten better. 

two months ago he was hit by a car

two months ago you started hating yourself.

two months ago you lost your best friend. 

you sat in the hospital waiting room that youve come too familiar with. jimin and hoseok sat on either sides of you, while jungkook sat across from you. jimin lazily rubbed his hand on your back trying to sooth you. he had noticed how different you were- mentally and phsically. dark purple and brown circles were around your eyes from not sleeping. you’ve lost quite a lot of weight from not eating. you were a lot quieter than you were when yoongi was awake. you couldnt help but be quiet, your best friend had a week to breathe and it was all your fault.

from the right side of you hoseok started crying- hard. he had been crying a lot these days. you hated seeing the practical sunshine turn into something similar to rain. jimin sighed from the other side of you, gave you a small, sad, smile and got up to sit on the other side of hobi, starting to reassure him. 

you loved how jimin was always the one who comforted people, putting other peoples feelings in front of his. you wondered how he was truely feeling though. you’ve seen him cry once or twice, but besides that he’s always making sure everyone else is eating and sleeping well, telling them that yoongi will wake up,”its min yoongi that we’re talking about, hes strong. he will wake up.” 

you had hope in jimins words for the first few weeks of the accident. but now, you had none. 

suddenly, jungkook stood abruptly, causing the three of you to look up at him, confused by his actions. 

“i’ve had enough of this. no ones sleeping or eating. all they ever do is cry. and its all your fault.” jungkook practically growled at you, pointing his finger at you as he did so. the three of you stared at him with wide eyes, not believing that he would say something like that. 

“jungkook, you know its not her fault. how could she control where yoongi walked or how fast a car was going?” jimin said softly, trying to calm down his younger member. 

“if she wasn’t so clingy with him, then he would still be with us. on stage. have you forgotten that we were suppose to be in japan today? doing a concert?” jungkooks words were filled with poison. each and everyone of them landing on your heart and breaking it a little more. 

“jungkook. stop saying that. when he wakes up he wi-” jimin started, standing up and walking closer to jungkook before he was cut off.

“hyung, he isnt going to wake up! hes not even alive right now! he’s breathing from machines. hes not living his life anymore, and he wont have a chnace to because of her.” you could see jungkook glare at you from over jimins shoulder,  his eyes pierced into yours. “do you know what? im leaving, i cant be here.” with that, jungkook grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the waiting room, despite hoseok and jimin calling to him to stop. 

when it settled down, and the nurses stopped looking at your little group, jimin and hoseok started telling you to ignore jungkook, that it wasn’t your fault. 

“jungkookie is just bad at showing his emotions.” hoseok said, his tear stained face looking at you. 

“i- i think i should go.” you said softly, not making eye contact with the two boys. “i’ll be back tomorrow or something.” you stood up and left in the same direction jungkook did a few moments before. 

as soon as  you were out of the hospital, you took a deep breath, finally escaping the horrid place that felt like death. from beside you, you heard a noise, like someone was crying. you turned your head and your breath was caught in your throat. there- was jungkook, his back hunched over a little as he was leaning against the brick wall. his hands were on his face, trying to muffle his sounds, but it wasn’t working.

“uh, jungkook?” you asked, his shaking immediately stopping and looking over his shoulder at you.

“i’m sorry y/n. i didn’t mean what i said back there. i know its not your fault. i- i’m just worried and scared about yoongi hyung. i dont want him to die.” he spoke softly, his voice cracking mid through. your heart broke at the sight, you were the reason why he, and everyone around yoongi was like this. instantly, you pulled jungkook into you, pulling him into a tight hold. 

“it’s okay jungkook. i forgive you.” you whispered into his ear, his crying starting up again. you couldn’t help but start crying yourself. “i’m scared too- all of us are.” suddenly your phone started ringing in your back pocket. you pulled away from eachother and took your phone out.

“hello?” you asked into the phone.

“y/n? where are you? you need to come back to the waiting room- its yoongi.” jimin said worriedly and rapidly.

your stomach was in your throat, and your hands started to shake while holding the phone. 

you could either get your best friend back or lose him- forever

Tease - Winwin (M)

A/N: Here it is, definitely not one of my best but I’m glad I got something out… Just a heads up its kinda fem!dom and very.. hm giver like? which is why im so fckn wet like im 100% giver yall dont even know send help pls so if you’re more into receiving you’ll probably be disappointed I apologize… 

-Admin Kay

Originally posted by nctinfo


Pairing: Winwin x Reader

Genre: Semi-Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

Summary: After a long history together, you couldn’t help but fall for your best friend, Sicheng, and you were desperate to know if the feeling was mutual; so when the opportunity to test him sprung up, you didn’t hesitate to jump on it.

Word Count: 1,895

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