i doubt this will get any notes but

ereri + how do i look?
  • Levi: *coming out of the fitting room* How do i look?
  • Eren: You look good
  • Levi: Give it to me straight. I'm being serious here. No need to sweet talk me. I want to hear the truth.
  • Eren: *looking away* It's bad
  • Levi: It's THAT bad?
  • Eren: No, i'm talking about me. It's bad for my heart.
  • Levi: EREN!
Unpopular Opinion:

I love Killing Stalking because of the closure it gives me

Koogi is a talented artists and does a fantastic job of building intensity and emotion but it’s not just that; this comic , in a dark way, is therapeutic

As someone who had dealt with abuse, it’s not a light topic and it certainly isn’t easy to discuss without pissing someone off but I’m glad she decided to take the rough role and do it

As sad as it is, abuse is real and I’m pretty sure most antis hate it because it’s ‘romanticizing abuse’ which I feel like if you read the comic it’s kind of hard to believe??

I understand there were moments but if you read the comic, Bum is a very damaged and confused man who had an intense crush on someone that it led to stalking and because of that it was harder for him to hate sangwoo because of their history it’s not easy to get over a crush
And not only that Bum has no where to go

He has
an abusive uncle
No home
No job
No skills
No friends
No other family members
And not only that he was forced to murder someone

I don’t blame him for staying with sangwoo because in a super fucked up way, he’s all he has and as someone who has lived with an abusive type;

You have no where to go, all you can do is try to stay on there good side and hope for the best because there is nothing you can do and Bum knows that and he is scared of telling people because of Jieun, he’ll be charged with murder if anyone finds out.
Sangwoo has his hands tied and he can’t fight back and he’s self concious and hurt and spent his whole life taking shit that he can’t do anything else but take it .

And I completely understand him.
I read this comic for closure
I don’t care how the comic turns out it just feels good to know that people are aware of abusive relationships.

Now I understand that people read the comic for different reasons but that doesn’t mean you should attack people. I dont know about this discourse but I wanted to write this for a long time and be apart of the fandom because everyone seems so sweet and seem to understand and it’s amazing to watch others try to figure out what happens next and for them to stand up for the comic because to them it’s more than what everyone else sees.

I love Killing Stalking, it’s creepy and dark and Koogi deserves more credit than what she gets

Day Ninety-Four

-A child told me that he loved his lanky polar bear. He then asked for his leggy man boy to not be put in a bag. He gushed to his father about how excited he was for his limping pollo loco. I am grateful to have been the one to bestow upon him his Lego Batman toy.

-A man came through with a camouflage bandana, a long-sleeved camouflage shirt, camouflage shorts, and pasty white calves. He is guaranteed to go unnoticed as long as he stays in knee-high coverage.

-I began my shift not in the happiest of moods. This all changed when a two year-old looked me in the eye and told me, “Myungh.” Children always know just what to say.

-Two three year-old twins took turns tooting on a toy trumpet together, absolutely tickled by how perfectly they could produce their one note.

-I watched on in fascination as a man in his fifties knocked over a sign at Starbucks and spent ten minutes attempting to place it upright again. He soon found his efforts to be in vain and instead attoted to slink away in what was ultimately the most noninconspicuous manner possible.

-A woman left in the middle of paying for her purchase to wait through the line at Starbucks and get a drink. I am beginning to understand how some may doubt my stories. I, too, cannot find any way to believe that this actually happened.

-A child ran towards me, shouting, “Daddy Two!” My plan is working flawlessly and my infiltration of his family has begun.

-A triad of men came through my line, looking like a hipster version of the Three Stooges, and living up to the reputation.

-A line of intimidating frat boys spent the duration of their time in my lane debating the best brands of “choccy milk” and their go-to shaking strategies.

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Hogwarts!AU Mini Series | One · Two

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Genre: Smut - Hogwarts!AU

Words: 10.8K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: This was, without a doubt, the craziest thing you had ever done. Roughly inspired by the Goblet of Fire.

Tags: Grinding, oral sex, fingering, etc. 

Note: To clarify any confusion, I am reposting my old fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.

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anonymous asked:

How do you keep everything so organized? What sort of study cycles/techniques do you use?

Hey! For the first question, here are some key details:


A huge influence is how organized my room is, because if it is already messy, I really don’t care about cleaning it or organizing other stuff; it’s like bleh, what difference does it make?

So if I notice my life is getting too messy, I try to clean and organize everything I can in my room (because it’s my study space too) and try to keep it that way with each passing day because it makes me feel like I have everything together. Sometimes it can be hard, but a few small actions (like picking up dirty clothes or notebooks) help.


I have always loved and preached the use of planners (this year, in my case, it’s an already set up planner in which I incorporated the Bullet Journal system). However, I never really took all advantage of it.

Last month, I started taking it seriously. Nothing fancy; I only write down stuff like:

- ‘Goals’ for the day (like how much water I want to drink, brushing teeth, make bed, etc)

- Stuff forwarded (how do you even say this?) from the previous day, if any.

- Detailed steps/small actions that make a bigger task, etc.

Really simple, I just write the stuff down and try to do them all and mark them as done.


The key to getting things done with a planner or any to-do list is:

  • you only have to write down like 3 or 5 tasks, nothing overwhelming.
    • do not be ambiguous (’solve 3 problems from Matrix chapter’ is better than just saying ‘study’)
    • try to sort them, most important tasks first
  • you pick the first thing in the list, start working on it
    • do not work on other tasks
  • Finished that task? Start working on the second one. Keep going.
  • If something you hadn’t planned comes up, deal with it and move on, keep working on your tasks.
  • If you do all of them and still have energy/motivation, do something else, create a new list, whatever
    • you don’t have to be productive all the time.


I try to sort everything into categories, so I know where everything belongs. Everything has a place, so when something is used, I have to know where to put it back before things get too messy.

Now to the second question.

How I study:

What I normally try to do is:

  • Solve past exams and as many practice problems as I can.
    • Last semester, a TA told us that practice guides are not meant to be completed; make sure you know how to do the easy ones and start with the complicated ones, they’re usually a combination of the simple stuff.
  • Take notes on class and explain what I did on a problem (even ‘multiplied by x and added y…’) so I don’t get confused if I ever try to study from an exercise.
    • Since I’m an engineering student, my classes are basically all math-related stuff, but this counts with basically every subject: annotate.
  • DO READINGS. Try to know what comes in next class, how and why some stuff works, etc. 
  • Ask, ask, ask, ask. Any doubt will only grow and drive students to despair when the final comes.

Some things I have learned

There was a time when I was not ever sure if I was going to pass my classes, and I learned a few lessons:

  • Most teachers do help. That’s how I noticed doing all the homework was actually worth it, even the smallest one. They don’t really care about the contents, some of them just want to see you take their classes seriously.
    • If a student who did poorly on exams but turned all the homework in, is struggling, teachers will probably come to the rescue.
  • Some people are not really friend material. They can drag you down and distract you from your priorities.
    • Be yourself. If something matters to you, go for it. Likewise, if grades are not really important to these people, you don’t have to follow them.
  • Free time of others does not mean your own free time. Know what is best for you.
    • This does not mean ‘BREAKS NOT ALLOWED HERE’. Take care of yourself.
  • Sometimes, even though I felt like I studied pretty hard for something, I would just get back a really disappointing grade. Am I worth anything less? Nah, next time it will be.
  • There is always room for improvement.
  • My best grades always came from studying like a week in advance or revising periodically.

I hope this helps (and sorry for the late reply). Good luck!


uncle lee joon ♥

Dream Daddy High School/College AU

WRITERS NOTE: I can’t actually write and it’s 3 AM, so most of the ideas are fairly vague and are not very elaborate. Honestly, I can’t really remember any smaller details about each of the dad’s. 

Please tell me if something is getting to OC and feel free to send me any ideas and I might make a master post if this gains any interest (which I doubt, I just need to get this written down before I forget)

Craig Cahn - a literal human trash bag (filled with trash, he is not trash), surprisingly okay-ish grades, fantastic procrastinator, lethargic and indecisive AF, really good at beer pong, eats in class, great actor, gets in trouble for using slang in his essays and being late for class every day

Hugo Vega - on the wrestling team, an Advanced Placement student, fond of wine (regardless of his age), surprisingly strong, grew out of his childhood lactose intolerance (I did, it was really nice), works at a library or bookstore but ends up hiding in the back to read (I did this), gets in trouble for calling out the staff and students when they get facts wrong

Damien Bloodmarch - (I don’t know when he transitioned, but I’ll use he/him) a classy goth, but he’s still a poor student (I can relate to this on a personal level), closeted anime fan, is/was a pescetarian in HS before becoming a full fledged vegetarian, has really nice cursive (probably uses a fountain pen), is tired of people calling his cloak a cape, gets in trouble for telling people off who call him Emo (also me)

Mat Sella - a music/band student (obviously), probs a stoner, but he like, doesn’t suck? (you know the type, I hope), barista at the local coffee shop but it’s not local because he doesn’t want to see his classmates, hates people touching his instruments (I feel you), his headphones/earbuds are practically grafted to him, gets in trouble for smuggling cats into the dorms/classes and for listing to music, singing, or humming in class

Brian Harding - an amazing cook, a shop kid, great for camping trips, super competitive (obviously), great at anything involving cards (ex. poker, and go fish), part of the gardening club, a handy man, gets in trouble for unknowingly provoking other kids and staff

Robert Small - the delinquent, is street smart, junior con man, all his papers are about cryptids, fond of whiskey (regardless of his age), will protect his leather jacket with his life, will deny that he wears eyeliner (based off of angsty teen Dan Avidan from Game Grumps, his voice actor), the best liar, gets in trouble for his jokes,  bringing knives to school and getting into fights when people call him short/small (I HC that he’s the shortest dad, I think I saw it somewhere)

Joseph Christiansen- the President of the Bible study club every Thursday, is/was a Scout, the top student in Baking 101, charismatic AF, very honest, though a little overbearing, rides his skateboard to school/class, brings baked goods to school to give out, gets in trouble for causing drama because he critiqued their outfit or he was too blunt

Hotter Than Hell // Kit Walker

Originally posted by lord-bat-jesus

A/N: Per request, Kit corrupting a nun at Briarcliff.

Warning: Smut, language, blasphemy.

Tags: @quicksilverbells, @fragilelikeabomb0106, @unhinged-on-the-fringe​, @delicrieux​, @bludesires​, @tmriddler, @zaddywilk

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One day.

One day this won’t be a long distance relationship anymore.

One day I won’t have to wake up to a million texts because you woke up before me. I’m going to be waking up to your sleepy face and your whiney voice that pleads for “5 more minutes.” Your arms will try to pull me back to bed when I get up in the morning because what better way than to wake up to your soulmate and the sunshine flowing into our bedroom?

One day I won’t have to check my phone before I head out for the night or to work. You’ll be there next to me on your tippy toes kissing me. Telling me to be careful or to tell my best friend to drive safely. You need me home safe.

One day I won’t have to wonder anymore about what you would have said about a certain situation or what you would have done about something. You’ll be right next to me reacting exactly in the way you would. You’ll be in person telling me your opinions.

One day I won’t have to wonder what I’m going to make for you and whether you’ll like it. You’ll be right next to me preparing our meals for us and our kids. You’ll laugh when something is horrible and chow down on what tastes amazing.

One day we won’t have to be missing out on things we used to do on our own or with friends or family, because one day we will be doing everything, together. Our own family. Our own traditions.

One day there will be no more spending on plane tickets and hotels and fancy dates to see each other. We will be spending money on plane tickets to see the world together and with our kids. We will be spending money on our future home we have always dreamed of in your favorite location. It will be our own home.

One day I won’t have to deal with a bunch of yellow emojis trying very hard to tell me how you feel as you try so hard to explain your feelings and show me how badly you want me. You will instead be right next to me and the love you have for me will be exuding from your face. I will memorize the lines your face creates when you smile and when you’re upset. I will hear your laugh and it’ll make my heart beat and echo endlessly as we continue on.

One day there will be no more, “I miss you’s” and “I have these days off,” to plan flights. It’ll become bunch of I’m so thankful we survived the months and miles away from each other. I’m glad I never have to let go of you again.

One day there will be an end to having to “take care of ourselves.” It will be the two of us: inside a dark room, hearts beating loudly, breathing heavy, panting. The four walls that keep our darkest secrets waiting for the moans and screams of the ghosts of a long deprived hunger for love and making love with each other.

One day our private conversations about weddings, engagements, adventures, and kids will be nothing but a happy memory. You see, one day, and we will get to that day, when I would kiss you where I want to kiss you the most: in front of God and in front of our friends and family, the ones who doubted us and the ones supporting us from day one.. We will be giving them a captured real life moment that our love, one that we built on communication, determination, commitment, honesty, sass, openness and trust, is one that is true. A love that, after any amount of time always have, always will, be able to stand the tests of time. Distance. And anything else that tries to get in the way.

—  One day

a/n: Leggy drabble, while the leggy mood in me is still going
summary: Winter’s ball, Angelica and Eliza are making their moves. Peggy finds herself on her own but not alone. Musical-canon time.

“Margarita!…Oh where is that lazy lil…” Hard heels banged against the wooden steps of the brick face home. An aunt housing three beautiful, single young ladies in hopes to help them or let her stubborn brother make miserable misses out of the Schuyler girls. “Angelica, where is your sister?”

 “Peggy?” Angelica tapped her finger for a moment, “depends, have you checked the kitchen? She could be washing the pots…”

 “The po—she is most definitely not…” The elderly woman turned up her wrinkled frown and huffed. “If she’s not in this home in the next hour, the only ball she’ll be seeing is the ball of my heel while she scrubs my feet.” The grumpy aunt turned and bounded back down the stairs towards the kitchen. Careful not to trip or over work her tired knees. Angelica slowly exchanged glances with Eliza, both woman dressed and perfumed for the night. Both of them knew what this night could be, they could be staring into the eyes of their future. It highly depending on this winter ball going as according to plan, if only one of them had taken this a touch more…seriously.

 “Angelica…” Eliza quickly whispered to her sister’s side just in case the old auntie of theirs was still listening by the stairwell. “Peggy isn’t in her room and I highly doubt she’s doing any such chore at the moment” Concern laced her soft melodic notes, Angelica shrugged a little.

“I did nothing but by her time…” That was all anyone could do for Peggy. The third sister, the youngest, the one who had more liberties than most because the weight of reality did not touch her. Not to mention if it was their father’s choice they would all be man-less women living under his roof for the rest of his days. “…Get her ready, I’ll stall auntie” Angelica fluffed up her hair for a moment and called out. “Auntie, will you tell me how was it you managed to entice your husband? I do wish to get some pointers.” Angelica rolled her eyes and bounded down the stairs.

Between both girls, Peggy’s adventuring was put on the backburner of their minds. Sure a summer ago she was wry about being in the city. She heeded all of father’s warnings but now? Now the city was filled with so much wonder and newness. She walked around the outside of the home having taken a stroll in the chilly air by heel. “It will snow…” She bit her lip containing a small giggle. “How romantic.”  She scampered back inside, through the backdoor. She shimmied her way to the kitchen where her aunt was talking to Angelica, their backs to her. Angelica eyed Peggy and motioned for her to get upstairs while she laughed right on cue to one of her aunt’s words. With hast, Peggy started tiptoeing up the stairs, all the while her eyes behind her in case she was caught. She would hate to have her wrists smacked for leaving again; surely their aunt had planned to make a hole in her joints from how many times she would slap Peggy’s wrists for misbehavior. By the time she got to the top, a pair of hands grabbed her and yanked her into the bedroom. “Eliza!”

“Shh, be thankful Angelica has a way with words or else those delicate knuckles of yours would be…” she glanced down at Peggy’s hands, they were pale, nearly blue. “…how long were you outside for Peggy?”Eliza’s motherly worries began to shine. “Never mind, there is a bucket with some warm water, warm your hands while I get your dress.”

“Dress?” Peggy watched as Eliza threw open a wardrobe and pulled out a yellow dress with quarter sleeves and long lace trim, a dress her father got for her from one of the few French ships that snuck past the English navy. “Where are we going?”

Eliza stopped in her tracks and arched an eyebrow, “You really weren’t listening last night? Angelica got invited to a Winter’s…ball by some New York rebels staying the week, auntie thinks it’s high time Ange finds herself a husband.”


“And we are to escort her.”

“I repeat, HA.” Peggy snorted a bit but there was no laughter from Eliza. “Angelica isn’t going to marry some rebel! None of us will, daddy won’t approve…he never approves.”

“If there is any of us that has a chance its Angelica.” Eliza muttered smoothing out the dress as she laid it on the bed. “She is smart, educated, mature, demure, and stops heads of men who are miles away in their carriages. If anyone is going to convince daddy…”

“Daddy never approves…” she pouted a little, “no use getting our hopes up right?”

“Right. Now get dressed, our carriage is coming in an hour!”

Peggy stared at the dress as Eliza left to tell their aunt Peggy was in the midst of getting dressed. Her eyes looked over the summery yellow then turned to the small circular window and smiled. “Its most definitely going to snow.”

The carriage bumped along the cold cobblestone streets downwards the grand hall were various horses and music could be heard from blocks away. “My bun is too tight…” Peggy shifted uncomfortably against the very edge of the riding bench.

“Oh Angelica, look, so many horses are parked up there …do you hear the music?” Eliza beamed, almost forgetting this night was not for her. She stuck her head out some more into the night hair and squealed. “So excited, I haven’t danced in ages!”

“I think one of you laced my corset too tight too, I feel like my ribs are breaking” Peggy shifted again, this time her body was thrown up with a particularly hard bump in the rode and the top of her head met the carriage ceiling. “owowowow”

“Peggy stop messing around.” Eliza whispered, leaning back towards the window. Peggy stuck her tongue out at Eliza, slowly meeting Angelica’s judgmental stare. She retracted her tongue and pouted as she looked out her window and watched as the gray clouds gathered along the bleak sky. Their carriage parked itself by the sidewalk leading up the hall. The footman came around and helped the three ladies out and reminded them they had strict instructions to be out in four hours.

Peggy groaned slouching as they walked towards the Hall. Suddenly she felt an arm go around her shoulders and give her a squeeze. “Angelica—“

“Your bun is fine, your corset is hardly tight you can’t even see your bosom.” She smirked, “and you’ll have fun.” She read her youngest sister like a book. “Forget about what Eliza told you, don’t worry about me or what I am intended to do. Have…fun, Pegs” She kissed the top of Peggy’s head and fluffed up the small bun that held only half of her volumes hair. The other half was left loose in thick, cascading curls.

The three girls entered the warm hall; already the smell of ale and the music filled their senses immediately. Just as fast as the men standing around the entrance became aware the Schuyler sisters had graced their ball for the night.

“Keep your wits ahead of you girls, the men here are hungry rebels who will not think twice in taking some poor girl to the barn out back.”  Angelica smirked knowingly. 

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Anonymous said: May I have some Kakashi with a pregnant s/o? SFW please and thanks! Your blog is 10/10 and makes my day when I see you on my dash <33

A/N: Heya Sunshine! I’m so glad that you love the blog, thank you so much! Thanks so much for requesting, I really enjoyed writing this one because Kakashi is awesome! 😊 I hope that you enjoy it! So sorry that it took me ages to write this one out! 😞 Admin Erika helped me some with this, so it’s a collaborated effort! - Admin Kat 💟 & Admin Erika 💖

Kakashi Hatake With a Pregnant S/O Would Include:

- You need to understand thoroughly that Kakashi’s s/o would indefinitely become and be his number one priority.

- Kakashi would make certain that he isn’t late for any of the appointments that you have/meetings (unless he’s on a mission and cannot possibly make it), because he genuinely does care and it would make him an irresponsible father if he was late.

- With that noted, if he wasn’t able to attend, he would certainly get someone he values, like Sakura, to accompany you.

- He’d be so gentle with you, carrying all of the shopping bags and ensuring that you’re spoiled rotten and don’t have to lift a single finger.

- I believe that he would certainly be the type to nonchalantly drop compliments towards his s/o to make them feel better about their body/any insecurities they’re having.

- He’d also be the type to hush and relax any insecurities or doubts that his lover has. He’d still find them beautiful and appealing, no matter what.

- Kakashi doesn’t always like to be soft, he won’t admit it, but he’ll be an even bigger cuddle bug, but would secretly get jealous of that pillow you hug every night.

- He would definitely feel your stomach at night or when you’re alone: The moon’s glow would be softly illuminating the room, Kakashi is shirtless as his hand cups your belly before he presses his ear against your tummy, shutting his eyes peacefully.

- He’d be able to handle the hormones that his s/o has quite well on the outside, but he’d totally be scared shitless and melt into a puddle on the inside/when he’s done something wrong.

- Kakashi would pretend to be asleep - when you’ve got one of your late night spontaneous cravings, but he would eventually, and indignantly at that, get up to get you what you wanted: Even if it meant bother Teuchi to open up the Ichiraku Ramen stall.

- “Listen, I know it’s late and-” Kakashi would say.

- “It’s three in the morning, Kakashi.” Teuchi would grumble, miffed.

- “Yeah, but it’s (Y/N)…

- “Say no more!

- Kakashi would really make sure that you stay away from anything that makes you nauseous and would be there during your morning sickness or any signs of weakness.

- Whenever he’s away on a misson, he’ll entrust Kurenai or Sakura to take care of you - if they aren’t busy - because he knows Asume won’t be so sensitive to your needs all of the time (being forgetful a little or may offend you), Gai will just be too intense and Iruka is way too busy.

- He’d be intensively protective over you and will not let any danger or threat near you.

- When he’s also gone for a mission, he’ll summon Pakun to watch over you, ensuring that you’re sage and have company.

- When Kakashi returns, he’ll usually find you smothering Pakun with lots of love which makes him go, “Why does the dog get more attention than me? I was the one dodging Shurikens…

- Kakashi would rub your belly lots of the time, especially when he’s stressed; this is due to the fact that both yourself and the baby soothe him.

- Being congratulated every two seconds, which actually makes him quite abashed.

- Naruto and Sakura helping you all of the time and becoming very close to you.

- Losing your cool quite often, to which Kakashi can get you to calm down.

- Kakashi having to tow Naruto out of the way when he annoys his s/o.

- “I promise you, I’m doing you a favor Naruto.” Kakashi would hum quietly.

- Kakashi getting his s/o to take their vitamins in a way that they hardly even notice.

- Him giving you massages to stop the ache in your joints and muscles.

- Kakashi sometimes trying to get out of things with you but it won’t work. You know him too well and you weren’t born yesterday.

- Kakashi often late for everything because of the appointments, etc.

- He doesn’t talk about it a lot, but he does sometimes lay or cuddle with his s/o and discusses about life as a family in the future. It’s really romantic and something that is very private to him.

- He would so totally give his s/o their favorite chocolates, flowers, candies, etc. to be thoughtful and romantic. He’s not letting the spark die!

- He would run baths and showers for his s/o, making sure that its comfy and relaxing for them.

- Kakashi’d basically do much of what you’d ask him to do, which Asuma calls him whipped for.

- Kurenai and Sakura helping you through your pregnancy.

- Being immensely supported.

- Kakashi loving you no matter what you look like or feel like.

- Kakashi is just going to be the best support ever!

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Good can grow in the darkest places: (Request)

Prompt:  Would you consider doing a Loki one where Thor thinks Loki can help the Avengers solve something and they go and find him. When they get to his room Thor bursts in and starts talking to Loki. Next to him is Reader trying to sleep and she sits up and ask Thor if they can do this later because it’s like 1 in morning. Thor then had to explain that Reader is the reason why Loki is good. In the morning they are all shocked because of how different they are. Pwease?–zoemonster200

Note: Fluff, doubts from others

Words: 1630 

Requested by: @zoemonster200

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“I hate to admit it. Like really hate to admit it, but this is out of my league.” Tony sighed angrily, setting down the Asgardian artifact. “Why not?” Steve asked, crossing his arms. “Uh did you not hear me Cap? I said it’s out of my league. I can’t decode this. If Thor can’t what chance do I have?” Tony resorted with a quirk of his eyebrow. “Well if you can’t then we can’t help Thor.” Steve said when Tony shrugged. “I guess we can’t then.” Tony said before Thor cleared his throat. “Perhaps my brother could translate. He knows more tongue than I. He is a very cunning man, he must learn languages so they may aid him in certain times.” Thor explained.  

“Why didn’t you ask him first?” Tony frowned. “Because you are my friends. I trust you.” He said as everyone nods. “Well sorry Big guy, but I can’t translate it, neither can Jarvis who knows a lot of languages himself.” He sighed, rubbing his temples. “So it would seem I require my brother’s help.” Thor nods as everyone nods with him. “Be careful Thor. Loki isn’t to be trusted just yet. I know he’s your brother, but he isn’t considered an ally just yet. What he might translate could possibly harm you, or worse kill you.” Steve explained as Thor frowns at him. “You truly think so ill of my own blood?” Thor asked. “Thor, he’s still the God of Mischief. He hasn’t proven himself.” Tony counters.

“If my brother were still trying to harm us I’m sure he’d have done it by now. It’s been a few months. Loki is not a very patient person.” Thor resorted before picking up the artifact as he storms back to his brother’s sleeping chambers. He threw open the doors to Loki’s bedroom as Loki immediately jolted into a sitting position with wide eyes. “Brother, I require your services for only a moment.” Thor said as Loki scrubbed a hand down his face before suddenly something beside him shifted as Thor’s eyes locked onto (Y/N), a teammate laying next to him. “Thor?” She asked, sitting up and running her fingers through her disheveled hair gently before frowning at him.

“I apologize Lady (Y/N), but I need my brother’s help.” He bowed in respect. “Thor, it’s almost two in the morning can’t this wait until tomorrow? We had a mission that really tired us out. Please, I promise Loki and I will both help you.” She said, placing a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Is it something that needs tended to now Brother?” Loki asked when Thor shook his head. “No, it can and shall wait until the morrow. I do apologize.” Thor sighed. “You have nothing to apologize for. You wanted my help for something, and in the morning I shall grant you your request.” Loki nods. “Thank you, rest well.” Thor then takes his leave before returning to the kitchen.

“Did he translate it?” Steve asked. “No, it is late. He has promised to do it in the morning.” Thor explained. “You really believe that?” Tony asked as they looked at him. “I do, because he’s changed. He has (Y/N) who has changed him. I know it. I see it I feel it. She is something… Something extraordinary.” Thor glances back to the hallway. “My brother is many things, but when he is with her… He isn’t the God of Mischief. He is simply Loki, and I believe that is all he has ever wanted.” Thor said as everyone grew quiet. “Come, you shall all see come the morrow.” Thor said before walking back to his own room with the artifact to keep it safe.

In the morning all the Avengers were up and at the table, waiting for Loki to come and translate the artifact in question as promised. “He’s gonna lie to you Thor.” Clint mumbled. “He shall not lie. Not when he is with Lady (Y/N). She knows when he is lying.” Thor said with an angered huff. “You were the ones who told me to turn to my brother. Allow him to help me before you lay judgement on him.” He growled when a few minutes later (Y/N) and Loki came out of the bedroom. “Now, where is this artifact you need my help with?” Loki asked with an easy smile spread across his face as Thor slid it over to him when the others stared at him intensely.

“Do you know the language brother?” Thor asked when Loki nods as his smile disappears. “It’s Jotun… the Language of the Frost Giants.” He sighed when (Y/N) placed a hand onto his shoulder. “You can do it my love.” She whispered softly to him as he looked to her with a gentle smile before he looked down to the artifact. “It must have belonged to my father.” Loki’s voice grew quiet. “Well that doesn’t make it yours.” Tony said, sitting up straighter as Loki glared to Tony. “First of all dear Anthony, I never spoke once of it being mine and Second, even if it was giving to me. I want nothing to do with him.” Loki responded as (Y/N) gripped his shoulder gently.

“Tony, stop. You know that this is a touchy subject for him.” (Y/N) snipped as everyone looked to her. “Now who looks like they need to calm down.” Loki murmured playfully as she looks down with a smile. “Sorry.” She whispered. “Don’t fret, you have nothing to apologize for and neither does Anthony, who I can assure I don’t want the artifact, because it’s describing battle tactics from the war between Asgardians and the Jotun people.” Loki said, looking at Thor. “Is that really what it says?” Thor asked, leaning across the table when Loki pointed to some writing. “It describes a tall blonde haired man with the powers of lightning through a hammer.” Loki said.

“How did it get to Asgard?” Thor asked when Loki shrugged. “Someone might have found it on one of their travels. There is endless possibilities of how it got there. However, it is best if you get it back to Asgard. If Laufeyson should found out that there is artifacts of his doing on Midgard he’ll tear this rock apart and kill anything and everything until he finds it.” Loki leaned back in his chair before crossing his arms. “Why should we believe him?” Clint asked. “Because I’m the only Jotun you know and I am trying to change for you people. Seeing as you don’t even try to believe me.” Loki huffed, standing up. “Heed my warning brother. Return it to Odin.” He said.

“I believe you.” Steve said as everyone looked to him. “I can see what Thor meant last night. I believe that what Loki has said is true.” He nods to Loki who nods back. “Why Odin?” Tony asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Because it tells how to kill the All-Father.” Loki tilted his head. “And you know if I truly wanted to kill him I’d lie about it.” He said before anyone could use that against him. “You…You really have changed.” Tony mumbled, blinking in shock. “I really should thank (Y/N) for such a drastic change.” Loki looks to her as she looks around the table. “Thank you dear Brother. I shall take the information you have given me and take it to Odin.” Thor nods.

“Be careful Dear brother. With that artifact in your possession you are at risk of danger. Do not trust anyone after you leave here. You have a tendency of being too naive about things. You try to look for good when there is none.” Loki whispered, placing his hand on Thor’s bicep. “I did the same for you when you gave me nothing but evil.” Thor said, effectively shutting Loki up for a moment. “That’s different. Because no matter how much I said I hated you, I couldn’t.” Loki huffed quietly. “If you are that concerned you and Lady (Y/N) should travel with me.” Thor suggested. “And put (Y/N)’s life in danger? Would you take Lady Jane if you were in my shoes?” Loki asked.

“No.” Thor said, frowning. “I shall join you in your travels, but (Y/N) remains on Midgard where she is safest. I shall take her to Asgard, but when I am ready to do so.” Loki explained as the other Avengers watched when he explained how much (Y/N)’s life meant to him. It surprised them because Loki was even concerned with Thor’s life while agreeing to go with him without a second thought and even called him brother. “Alright, I’ll admit it. We’ve misjudged you Loki.” Tony shifts as if it makes him uncomfortable to say that. “So don’t make me regret it.” He counters. “How charming.” Loki comments before chuckling as (Y/N) smiles.

“Come on, I’ll make you breakfast.” (Y/N) went to stand up when Loki stopped her. “Let me make breakfast for you.” He said before going into the kitchen as they watched him. “I told you that he has changed.” Thor declared with a triumphant grin. “So it would seem.” Natasha said, eyeing at (Y/N) who was smiling as she watched him. “Thanks to you and (Y/N).” She said as (Y/N) blinks before her face heats up. “I didn’t do anything.” She mumbled when Steve sat up. “You and Thor believed in him when no one else did. I guess Good can grow in the darkest place.” He said as they nod in agreement. “I hope he stays that way.” Tony looks to (Y/N), smiling. For she was the one who made the good grow in him.  

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Wines for people who hate wine.





TANNINS: Bitter, and make your mouth feel dry

ACIDS: Sour, and make you salivate

SWEETNESS: Obviously sweet. These three traits are generally determined by the type of grape and how long it was allowed to ripen on the vine before harvesting.

ALCOHOL: Also makes a wine sweeter. Alcohol content for wine usually falls between 5% and 20%

(NOTE: Actual Champagne is a super-specific type of sparkling wine made from the special grapes grown in the Champagne region of France, and underwent a second fermentation to get bubbly as well as adhered to France’s crazy strict regulations. Many people I know will call any sparkling white wine ‘Champagne’ - It has acheived 'Generic Trademark’ statues, meaning people will use that type of product with the specific brand interchangeably, like 'Kleenex’ and facial tissues. Unless each bottle costs close to 100$, I highly doubt you’re drinking real Champagne. )

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Moscato: "Barefoot" brand Pink Moscato is fucking delicious. Tastes a bit like grape, strawberry, peach and red apple had a strange, mildly alcoholic baby. Usually around 5-10% alcohol content.  Works terrific as a Dessert wine, and accents anything 'Creamy’ really well. Slightly bubbly. #1 recommended wine for newbies. 

Normal Moscato is also delicious as hell, a bit more citrus-y.

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Zinfandel: White Zinfandel especially is super mild in taste, mildly sweet, fruity. (Don’t let the name fool you - it’s colored pink!) It’s the kind of wine that you accidentally gulp down like juice, because it doesn’t kick you in the throat with a strong taste or immediate alcoholic burn. Around 15% alcohol. 

I shit you not, I buy it by the huge-ass jug. As long as you get a good top to reseal it, it’ll last a hella long time after opening. 

Normal Zinfadel is also delicious, but White is definitely an introductory wine. 

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Cava: Spanish Sparkling Wine. Vaguely bubbly, light, Kinda lemony and pear-ish and a little bitter. Don’t expect sweetness. 'Asda’ brand is excellent, I like it for winter holiday dinners. 

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Prosecco: Basically a poor-man’s Champagne.  It is a wine for any occasion; Dinner, Chillaxing, Sharing with friends, whatever. ~12% alcohol. Mild fruit flavors (Like pear and apricot), and you can also choose whether you want fully-sparkling or partial-sparkling (How much you want it to bubble)

Italians love this shit enough to sell it in cans. 

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Because nothing says 'Love’ like aluminum containers. 

Unfortunately, it grows stale in the bottle after 2 years or so. Gotta drink it right after buying~

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Asti: Sweet!…and sour? Interesting flavor. Not sweet like candy, but…like well-ripened fruit. Good dessert wine. Often has a flowery, nutty kind of smell and a hint of that in the flavor as well. Best served chilled, and NOT AGED. If left in the bottle for more than two years, it deteriorates quickly and loses the nice fruity flavors. Blech. 

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Reisling: This wine is fruity, but highly acidic. It goes well with strongly-spiced and aromatic dishes, like Thai or things with Allspice/Cinnamon.  Excellent taste, but some Aged versions have a faint smell like gasoline, which may turn newbies off.  8-10% Alcohol.

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Muscat: HELLA FUCKING SWEET. Like, kicks you in the throat with sweetness. Definitely a dessert wine. Not something I would drink a glass of, without something to eat between sips. ~15% alcohol.  Alternately, you could pour a bit of Muscat into a stronger, more bitter glass of wine to make a balanced flavor. 

First Colors (Taehyung x Reader)

Originally posted by dammithoshi

Bc it’s Taetae’s birthday today and i am fluff trash rn, enjoy!

Genre: Fluff fluff fluff

Word Count: 2,041

Soulmate! AU where you are born unable to see colors except for black and white until you see your soulmate for the first time.

Summary: Shielded by a veil of black and white, meeting Taehyung brings color to your world.

As a child, when your mother would tell you the story about how her world had brightened up when she first saw your father always left you entranced. You always felt butterflies in your stomach because you hoped that one day you too would be able to experience that same feeling of finally seeing all the colors in the world because of a certain special someone. Your mother had called it her Brightening, a moment when the black and white veil that hung suspended over every human being’s eyes until they met their soulmate fell from its place and suddenly the world would be a spectrum of colors you could only imagine.

Your mother described the experience in so much detail you could practically see the colors yourself, she had said the colors radiated off your father in hues and tones she had never imagined were possible to see. You were so amazed to hear that there were people out there who could actually see colors, that once they met their other half they’d have the privilege of seeing the world for the true beauty it really was.

You spent years fantasizing about how your Brightening would happen, what colors you might see, where would it be, at what time of day would it happen, and most importantly what kind of significant other you would have. Would colors emanate off him and dissolve the black and white veil in front of your eyes just like your mother had described? You yearned for the moment when this would happen. So much so that every day you prepared yourself and yet every day you were disappointed.  

And as time went on and you met no one that caused the veil to lift, your heart grew heavy and as you grew older and went off to college the belief you once had that one day you would meet your soulmate and be Brightened began to fade and you were left with the decision to be logical and forget your childish fantasies or live on in hopes that your dreams would one day come true.

 That is…until one faithful snowy day.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Finding a Date.

A/N: Warning, this fic is garbage. Read with caution bc I swear I need help. *Reader is best friends with Cheryl Blossom and good friends with Ethel Muggs… and literally everyone. You’re a fan of Overwatch and a low-key cosplayer, bruh. (I’m sorry, it’s a Halloween party might as well) ((Using she/her pronouns mostly bc I suck at writing, I just wanted to give Reggie more love and I failed)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/N, you’re going to come to my Halloween party whether you like it or not. I’m not having one of my River Vixens mope and become a homebody.” Mentally screaming, I sighed and joined Cheryl as she stretched before the other girls came for practice. Cheryl Blossom’s been my best friend since we were kids. “Rich Kid Squad”, but I didn’t like hanging out with those other preppy shits. Jason and Cheryl were the only exception… They had my back and I had theirs in ways they never knew they needed. Since her twin brother’s death, I’ve done my best to help her cope. I guess my way of helping her is just being there and… joining the River Vixens.

“I already am, Cheryl, you know already that parties aren’t my kind of thing.” I replied, stretching my arms until I heard a satisfying pop from my elbow. Cheryl visibly cringed at the sound and continued to scold me like I was her child.

“Oh, please Y/N. You’re going and it’s final.”
She snapped at me and led me to the bleachers and sat down, patting the spot next to her.

“If you insist.” I sighed dejectedly. ‘My loot boxes will have to wait then… Daddy will have to wait,’ I thought to myself and tried to think of better days to lock myself in my room and level up on Overwatch with Reaper as my main.

“I know you’re thinking about your video games again, so I’ll make you a deal,” I stopped moping and stared at her, beckoning her to continue her sudden proposal because knowing Cheryl there’s always a catch.

“You can bring your video games and set up in the main hall,” I was about to scream. ‘Is she for real? Oh my gosh and she has a good wifi connection, a night without lagging! Huzzah!’

“But!” She interjected my notion. ‘Fuck my life, I knew it was too good to be true.’

“You have to dress up.” I scoffed and stood up straight. “You’re kidding, right? That’s it?”

“Yeah, why?” ‘That’s too easy, cosplaying is easy as pie Miss Cheryl. What’s really going on?’

“Cheryl, I know you. What’s the catch?”

“Okay fine, you have to bring a date and wear matching costumes.”

“Cheryl Blossom, you know I can’t talk to guys! What am I going to do? I’ve never been on a date, why are you doing this? Oh my God… I’m going to throw up.” I held my stomach, butterflies fluttering inside of me at the thought of asking a guy out.

“Y/N, calm down it’s not a big deal-”

“Uh, Cheryl yes. It IS a huuuuge deal! You know I hate talking to guys!”

“But, you talk to so many on that stupid video game chat whatever it is?”

“That’s different, they can’t see me.”

“Y/N. Listen up, you’re going to ask someone to the party and wear matching costumes. I’ll make sure to have the flat screen and your favorite snacks ready for you when you come, okay?”

“Fine… I’ll do it.”

“Good. And you don’t even have to hang out with him the whole night.”

“Well, that defeats the purpose of even having a date, but okay…”, tossing the conversation aside as the girls came into the gym, ready for cheerleading practice and more of Cheryl’s drama.

“Yup. Alright ladies, line up. We have to perfect this routine by tonight and if it’s not, we’ll be staying late so let’s get going.”


“Who do I even ask? I don’t even talk to any guys other than Archie, Kevin and Jughead. Archie’s going with Betty, Veronica asked Kevin and I highly doubt that Jughead would want to go to a party for Halloween, he’ll probably be working on his novel.” I ranted to Ethel Muggs, she’s my study partner for Chemistry and Statistics. Ethel laughed and quickly copied my notes from a day she missed when she was sick. We were in the library and it was just us two and the librarian and she didn’t mind us chatting away, we were her assistants so we were in the clear.

“I don’t know. At least you were invited.” I froze at that thought. ‘Dang it, I should’ve been more considerate. It’s Ethel, why am I so stupid? …Wait.’

“You wanna be my date?!” I blurted out. Her eyes widened and she shook her head no.

“No no no no Y/N, I am good as done. I don’t want to be anywhere near those dumb jocks.”

I sighed and nodded my head in understanding, she’s had it rough the past year and I should’ve known better.

“This is gonna suck so badly. I just wanted to spend the night with Daddy and-” Ethel cut my rant short.

“Daddy? Who’s that?” I froze. Did I really say Daddy out loud? In front of Ethel?

“Um… He’s no one, forget I said anything.” Flustered, I tried changing the subject. I felt the heat creep up my neck. ‘Damn my abilities to blush, it’s not cute!!’

“Y/N, I don’t know. Sounds interesting and kinky, if you ask me. Spill the beans, Y/N/N.” Her grin teasing me whilst she shuffled her papers around into a neat pile.

“Oh my gosh! Okay, he’s a character from this game I’m playing, it’s called Overwatch.”

“Wow… Didn’t expect a rich and preppy cheerleader like you to be the gamer chick type, I’m a bit surprised but not really because I saw those books in your bag. If I’m correct, those are called ‘manga’, right?” I blushed heavily and covered my face.

“I am not preppy! I’m a disgusting nerd. Don’t look at me.” Ethel laughs and starts packing her stuff.

“Well, thanks for the notes and I hope you find someone to take because God forbid you get on Cheryl’s bad side for not bringing a date.” I shook my head lightly as I chuckled, “Yeah, it’s no problem Ethel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She smiled and walked out of the library, leaving me alone with Mrs. Walker.

“You mind closing up today, Y/N?” She asked and tossed me the keys. I smiled and nodded yes to her.

“Yes, no worries Mrs. Walker. I’ll just study for a few more minutes before I go.”

“Thank you, sweetie. Have a nice day and good luck finding someone for the party.” She shuffled her way out the double doors and left me alone. Me and the books.

I stared down at my neat stack of chem worksheets and statistics notebooks and let out a deep sigh. 'I shouldn’t be stressing over something so small… Wait, did I pack my pepper spray?’

Ever since Jason’s death, my parents insisted that I carry a can of pepper spray. They even went as far as buying five bottles for me, wrapped with the instructions.

A thud broke me from my thoughts and I looked around. 'I'm… the only one in here, right?’

Reaching into my bag, I searched my bag for the small spray can. “Aw dang nabbit.” Opting for a No. 2 pencil, I rose from the desk and made my way towards where the sound came from.

“Hello?” I called out. 'Wow, am I dumb? I’m that stupid dumb bitch that gets killed in every horror movie that goes towards the danger.’

I heard another thud and a small scuffle, I stood behind a bookshelf holding the pencil firmly in my hand against my chest. 'Lord, please help me now.’

The scuffling grew louder and sounded like it was getting closer to me.

“AAAAHHHH!!!” I shouted, swinging my arm everywhich way prepared to stab whatever was there.

“OH SHIT! WAIT, STOP!” A firm grip caught my wrist and in a panic, I clenched my eyes shut and swung my leg at my assailant and kicked them, I don’t even know where.

“Ow… shit, you kick hard.” Realizing whose voice it was, I opened my eyes and yanked my arm away from him. 'Neighbor boy?’

Out of all the guys in Riverdale, I hadn’t thought of HIM to ask. 'It’s not like we talk so?’

“Reginald, what the heck are you doing in here? The library is closed.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: this is pretty much trash lmao but im turning it into a two or three-shot idk but yeah… it’s not good so I’M SORRY GUYS 😭