i feel like this have definitely been done before

What to do when shit Feels Bad

  • Remember to rule out all mundane causes for this feeling. This includes mental illness, physical sickness, etc.
  • Clean the room that feels Bad (when you’ve got the time/spoons)
  • Sprinkle salt (Or spray salt water) around the room
  • Do a banishing ritual (with bells/harsh sounds, candles, and salt) essentially telling all bad things that they need to Go
  • Declutter, sometimes bad vibes get trapped
  • Take a cleansing + warding shower. Sometimes the bad vibes are on you
  • Wash your blankets, bedsheets, and pillowcases. Sometimes the bad vibes collect where you sleep
  • Throw away/delete things with bad memories attached
  • If you’re a green witch like me, prune your plants and water them if they need it
  • Draw a warding/banishing sigil in the room/place that feels Bad. It’ll work if you put it on your skin, too (just be careful!)
  • Spray your shoes with salt water and clean them, make sure to get all the salt off afterwards though
  • (Yeah I know a lot of these involve cleaning)
  • Play shows/music that you feel have Good Vibes
  • Enchant your lights to drive away bad vibes and all that wishes you ill
  • Get a little plushie, or statuette, or really anything solid you can keep in that room and enchant it to protect that room. It’s that room’s protector now (This includes plants!)
  • Perform a banishing ritual
  • Ward that room

This isn’t a comprehensive list and you’re more than welcome to add more!

Fic Recs

For those who keep on asking about what I recommend, here are my favorite smuts! I’ll update this as I read more, but these are definitely the ones that make my insides twist and raise my brows- AKA my favorite ones. Keep in mind I totally love a lot of the other works by these writers but these are my absolute favorites. Enjoy the list!

Business by @btssmutgalore

This fic by Dee is my favorite work by her by far, the pure filth and cumplay being absolutely riveting. Dee does an outstanding job as always, and in this story featuring Jungkook and Taehyung, it’s no exception. Definitely something to recommend if you’re into pure filth, cumplay, and dirty talking. No romance involved. After all, it’s just business.

Unexpected by @noona-la-la-la

One of the first smut works I read on Tumblr, and it didn’t fail to impress me. The events are certainly unexpected, and it does play in with the fear some may have for fetishes or kinks they might be ashamed of, which I think this fic does a great job of portraying, especially in making Yoongi’s- and everyone else’s- personalities so flawed and real. It truly tests trust, and does an excelent job at diving deeper than pure filth. The angst is definitely something this fic does outstanding on.

Watch Me by @ellieljade

Not enough words can be used for her brilliance, but this fic most definitely had my eyebrows raised and my jaw dropping as I read this. Typically  Namjoon fics have him as excellent Daddy material, but seeing this new side to him was refreshing in so many possible ways. I was murmuring ‘oh shi’t repeatedly at this absolutely genius smut.

Ignored Warnings by @avveh

Definitely one of the sequels I’m most looking forward to by the queen of rough sex, and fellow name twin, she does a great job at showing how both parties’ get off on acts that others would be perhaps horrified by, and my brows were practically disappearing into my hairline as I read this. The aggressive and almost terrifying nature of Jungkook’s dominance, with the slight violence that would make some think of actual abuse, did a great job with pushing the boundries of the norms in smut, since usually they don’t cross this line, and Emily absolutely mastered it. It awakened something in me that I would’ve never found pleasureable or enticing until I read it, and I haven’t looked back since, admittedly. Easily something that makes my cheeks glow red simply thinking back to it.

Room for Dessert by @avveh

The rough sex queen is back at it again, and another one of her Jungkook fics completely enticed me in a way that was so simple, and yet utterly filthy at the same time. Easily one of my favorite series yet, and the amount of pure filth in this definitelyhas me awestruck. It’s hard trying to switch back to thinking of Jungkook in a light different than dominant, especially after reading this. She definitely earned her two fic spots on this list.

In Bloom by @tayegi

I’ll admit, I wasn’t really a big fan of werewolves or that concept. I thought it was overused and the typical Twilight shit. Until I read this. And let me tell you, my world flipped. Never before have I been so obsessed with wolf!au, but how she writes her archnemesis, Jungkook, (yeah, she hates Jungkook, but fuck she’s good at writing him) had me absolutely mindblown and transfixed. Lu, you’re doing amazing sweetie.

I Hate You, I Love You by @jungblue

This really made me love the best friend aus, and the angst is real. Jungkook screws up, but I like how human she makes the characters, and this is one of those rare fanfictions where I did feel a bit of emotion. An outstanding job done by Tay! Definitely one of my favorite works by her!

Melomaniac by @jungkxook

One of my favorite pieces from the Moonbin loving writer. I can appreciate a good bad boy cliche once in a while, and this one is definitely a great work that I remember her for. Cockiness might not be the best trait, but damn can it be sexy when pulled off the right way. Alyssa does a great job with this, and her works are truly beautiful.

House Rules by @jeonjagiya

How have I not included my favorite work by my girl Iris? Not only is this oneshot something I could picture my future marriage to be like (JK I’ll never find love) it is absolutely AMAZING! Don’t read if you like pot roast a lot. This fic does well in showing pent up frustration, the torture of being held out on, and the anticipation and teasing. Definitely my favorite work of hers, and it got me fucking crazy when I was in teh middle of a diner. Thanks a lot, Iris.

That’s all I have to recommend for now, but those are my top favorites so far!

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Orphan Black's Tatiana Maslany Looks Back at Her Clone Journey, Talks Bloody Goodbye and 'Really Different' Finale
Orphan Black’s chameleon-like star Tatiana Maslany had such a difficult time parting with the many clones she has played on the BBC America series that she, literally, got a nosebleed while s…
By Vlada Gelman

Orphan Black‘s chameleon-like star Tatiana Maslany had such a difficult time parting with the many clones she has played on the BBC America series that she, literally, got a nosebleed while saying goodbye to one of them.

The bloody moment, which came during her final scene as suburban mom Alison, “was so telling in terms of how little I wanted to let go of that character,” Maslany tells TVLine in the following Q&A. (We’ll miss Alison a lot, too.)

Below, Maslany reflects on her 230+ clone appearances over the past five seasons, and previews the “very different” series finale (airing this Saturday at 10/9c), which takes the show “back to a human level.”

TVLINE | There’s a chart on the show’s Wikipedia page that tallies the number of appearances for each actor per season. And thanks to your many characters, your total is 231 appearances over five seasons. Just to put that into perspective, Ari Millen comes in second at 50 appearances.
Oh my God. That’s awesome.

TVLINE | What goes through your head when you hear that number?
I mean, it doesn’t feel unreasonable. [Laughs] ‘Cause I definitely was on set every, kind of, second of the day. So that feels about right. I think I did ten thousand lines of ADR… Nobody should be talking that much. [Laughs]

TVLINE | The very first interview you and I did was before the show premiered, but I think you had filmed all of Season 1. You talked about what a joy it was to play all these characters, but also how exhausting it was. Did it get any easier for you over the years?
Not entirely. I think I was just sort of in shock that first season. I’d never led a TV series, let alone played this many characters, so it was a new thing for me. I think I got used to the amount of work it was, but it’s only now that I’ve got some time off [from] it that I’m like, “Oh, right, this is what sleep feels like. And this is what not, like, constantly having 90 voices in your head feels like.” It’s been a bizarre process of letting go of that amount of work a little bit.

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☽"Sexual." Min Yoongi |AU ☾

✄Yoongi X Reader

✄Genre: Short Incubus AU

✄Summary: You move into a new house… A new haunted house. Haunted by an sensual evil spirit named Yoongi.

A/n: Inspired by: “Broken - Lund”

The house had potential, it was very large and had a charm to it. I liked it but none of my friends or family did, claiming they felt uncomfortable in the house once I moved it.

I ignored them, and started on doing small renovations here and there, changing things to my liking. The house soon came to become something I’d seen out of a magazine or on some tv show.

The place was perfect. After many sleepless nights from changing things about the house it was soon to be one month since I moved into the house.

It was perfect.

I sat with my orange juice reading my favorite book at the time, in front of a window that let in a breeze that passed by once in a while. It was a sunny day, the birds sitting on the window and eating from the bird feeder.

I sipped from my glass and set it down, accidentally dropping it on the ground. I groaned in annoyance “My mother gave me that glass damnit.” I placed my book on the small table and rushed to the kitchen to fetch paper towels.

I ran back and was shocked to see the once broken glass or orange juice on the ground gone. The glass was filled with juice and fixed all in one piece.

My eyes grew in size, “I could’ve sworn it was-it broke. I swear!” I tried to rationalize with myself, but then brushed it off as me just seeing things.

A few days later I was watching tv in the living room, the classic 50 shades of grey was playing. A sex scene played on the screen.

I felt my cheeks heat up slightly, it was interesting to see such an act. I felt the blanket on my legs slide off slightly and fingertips trace the lace on my panties. I looked down to see a figure, a man his eyes as dark as night but his skin a contrasting white. His eyes were shaped like crescent moons, they pierced my soul. It didn’t help that he had two large horns on his head.

I felt so scared I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed, my body wouldn’t work as much as I was yelling at it to. It didn’t.

The figure-man-demon-thing looked at me in such a sensual way I felt instantly attracted to him. He said something but it was so soft I almost didn’t hear it, “I want to undress you.” His voice was so low and deep my panties damped.

I finally found my voice to yell out and run from the house with my phone in hand, calling my mom to come and get me.

I hadn’t been back to the house in 3 days. It gave me anxiety knowing that creature might be there still, it makes me feel like I’m constantly being watched.

“Maybe you should get a cleansing done on the house before you go back.” My mom recommended. And I agreed, next thing I know there’s a spiritual healer setting down crystals, burning incense, telling me what to do to have positive energy in the house.

“There is definitely a certain energy in your bedroom, I feel a strong mans presence in there. It’s like he’s just lying on the bed waiting for you. He’s very sensual, he waits for you everyday.” She tells me.

My jaw dropped “Are you serious?” I start, “A few days ago I had something that happened to me that freaked me out badly, there was this man that laid on top of me, he was touching my legs and such. He had very dark eyes, pale skin and horns…” My eyes were so wide, because I never told her about feeling any presence in the house.

She looked over to me, “He’s very kind but won’t allow you to leave his embrace, he only wants you.” She sighed, holding a crystal up to the air and saying a few things. “He won’t hurt you unless you hurt him. He keeps saying he just wants you.” She puts the crystal down on a counter and tells me to never move the crystals then leaves with a smile, waving kindly.

I rubbed my arm shyly, knowing that someone was watching everything I did. I was a very self conscious person who didn’t like attention, I preferred to be alone. I walked silently to my room, and felt his presence.

It was definitely strong, like a mans presence. I sat on the end of the bed, looking around to see if anything would happen. After a bit of waiting the presence felt closer, as if it was right beside me, so I began to ask questions.

“What’s your name?” I asked quietly, as if I would scare it away if I talked any louder. And almost immediately I heard a deep voice say “Yoongi.” I got goosebumps all over my body, the voice was so clear and distinct I could make it out as the voice from a few days ago.

“Why are you here?” The questions went on. “I live here.” Yoongi responded, his voice was so loud it was like he was an actual person. “Why don’t you show yourself?”

“It’s sometimes hard to fleet between worlds darling.” His answer sent chills down my spine I visibly shook. “You ask a lot of questions, it’s cute how curious you are.”

“Well, I’m sorry for asking so many, but why do you want me?” I asked hesitantly, I folded my hands in my lap waiting for an answer, anything. “Because you’re to pretty to resist.”

And then and there the figure appeared right in front of me, my eyes trailed up his tall figure until it landed on his eyes. I gulped, scooting back onto the bed further away from him. “Don’t be scared, I wouldn’t hurt you. As long as you never leave me.” He smiled flashing two sharp fangs.

I nodded not wanting to piss him off, the things he could do to be ran through my head at once. “What are you?” My last question seemed to make him smile, as he began to move closer to me till he was hovering over my body.

His dark eyes held no life in them, his lips held no color along with the rest of him. “I-my dear-am a incubus. I feed off sexual encounters with humans. It’s what keeps me alive.” Yoongi smiled.

My first thought was another question “W-will you kill me?” My voice shook so hard I couldn’t believe he heard me. Yoongi shook his head, “Not unless you give me a reason to.”

I let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding, closing my eyes to register what was happening.
I opened them again and saw how handsome he actually was.

I poked his shoulder to see if my hand would go through him or not. Surprised that it didn’t I jumped back. “He’s real.” Repeatedly went through my head.

“Of course I’m real.”

I screamed so loud it scared him, I started to cry so scared I didn’t know what to do. I felt like a helpless child crying.

“Don’t be so loud.” He put his hand over my mouth, him now straddling my hips. I furrowed my eyebrows.

He smirked down at me, “Don’t be so surprised at these type of things if you’re going to live here. I’m going to be here till you leave baby doll.”

I nodded, not being able to find my voice right away. “C-could you at least not watch me showering… And could you also just stay visible? I’m kind of freaked out that you’d be wondering around invisible…” I pleaded.

He thought about it for a bit, “No can do princess. I’ll do as I please and come as I go. And I definitely can’t miss out on you showering, it’s the high light of my day.” He winked before leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“I’ll let you calm down for today, since you’re so shaken up. But I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss me to much.” And with that he was gone.

The day goes on with no other sign of him. It’s oddly quiet in the big house and it’s making me nervous. I’m always on edge, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing ever did happen for the rest of the day, but the night was a completely different story.

I turned off the lights in my room and laid in my bed, getting comfortable before trying to fall asleep. After countless tosses and turns I laid still on my back with my eyes open. Sleep wouldn’t be coming to me any time soon.

I felt something wrap around my ankle and pull so hard my ankle popped. I screamed and scrambled out of bed looking around for the culprit. My ankle wasn’t hurt surprisingly. I saw a black fog in front of me. I waved my hand and it went through the fog.

Suddenly Yoongi appears with his eyes in crescent moons and his mouth forming an evil grin. “Got you.” He laughed so hard he doubled over holding his stomach while we fell onto my bed.

“What the hell!?” I yelled, my cheeks tinted with red, “You could’ve broken my fucking ankle!” My face scrunched up and my eyes wanted to shed tears. My anger got the best of me and I charged at him.

Before I could even pounce on him he disappeared I fell face first into the bed. I looked around for him before feeling the bed dip and my back being pressed into the mattress.

I turned my head to see his form hovering over mine. He flipped me over into my back, holding my chin with his thumb and index finger.

“You can’t get me that easily.” He chuckled.

His slanted eyes pierced through mine, showing glints of playfulness. “You’re going to have to try harder baby doll.” Yoongi’s gruff voice spoke. It was interesting but frightening to say the least. This creature just roaming my house as he pleases, without my consent.

“Well what do you want? You’ve been bothering me for a few days now.” I sighed giving in to him. “I want you, for the rest of your stay here.” He smirked, pushing my shirt above my belly button with his elongated nail. “I know you’ll grow tired and leave, or you’ll get so addicted you stay till death. There is no in between sweetheart.”

“What do you mean addicted? To what? You?” I laughed so hard my sides started to hurt. “I’m sorry to break it to you but your not the best thing that’s ever happened.” I joke lightly. But he doesn’t seem to take it that way, his pupils dilate and he’s centimeters away from my face with my hands over my head in less than a second.

“I was, and am the best thing that’s ever happened to this world. I was created to fulfill you humans dirty little fantasies. I can put you out on the spot and make you beg for my touch without lifting a finger.” His hand traveled down to my shorts tugging on them, “I know what turns you on, I know what can make your pretty little panties wet.” He pulled my shorts down past my knees and slid them off.

“I know how much you dream of being held down and mercilessly be fucked until you can’t feel your legs.” He pushed my hips down with one hand and his other came back up to slide a finger over my clothed sex. “I know you want to be choked until you pass out, i know you want to be spanked so much your ass turns red.”

He moved aside my panties and inserted a long finger. “I know you want to be fingered so fast you scream your lungs off.” He moved his finger around slowly and inserted another one. “I can make your legs weak and give you three orgasms within a blink of an eye.” His mouth came closer to my ear,

“I am..” he pulled his fingers out.

“the best…” he plunged them back in.

“thing to happen to this world.” Yoongi spat, pulling his fingers out and fully detaching himself from me.

I stared at him, his calm and cool demeanor making me go crazy. He literally just made me feel like a fool, he exposed me for the not so innocent person I am.

“How.. how did you know all those things about me.” I asked my voice shaking, my cheeks flared because of the embarrassing state he left me in, my shorts pulled down to my knees, my panties wet, my shirt pushed above my tummy and my face totally fucked out. I looked like some sex hungry whore.

“I know all there is to know, you’re surprisingly hard to read, but once I figured you out sexually you’re as easy to read as a book. I can have you wrapped around my finger without you knowing it.” Yoongi’s confidence got to me, it pissed me off yet turned me on.

“And seeing your Fucked out expression makes me awfully horny. But I don’t want to destroy your pretty little pussy just yet. Your still too innocent baby.” He looked down at me, his dark eyes somehow getting darker, “maybe just a taste wouldn’t hurt. It’s dinner time for me anyways.”

Within a second he had my dripping core hovering over his lips, his eyes staring straight at it. “Don’t stare.. it’s embarrassing.” I tried to avoid eye contact, his piercing gaze to intense for me. He spanked my cheek, pulling my hips to his face. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Yoongi licked one long strip on my lips, making my stomach burst into flames, my toes curling and my hips bucking instinctively. “Ah, you’re turned on by this too? He squeezed my ass, anchoring me down on his tongue. “I-I just want this to be over with.” I stuttered.

I mean who wouldn’t be embarrassed? You have some ridiculously gorgeous man begging to eat you out because he got you all worked up! “Y/n, focus on me baby.” He called as I was in my thoughts, biting the inside of my thigh.

A long moan roared through my throat as he plunged his tongue into me and rocked my hips back and forth. The pleasure overwhelming, I grabbed onto his hair and became to rock with the rhythm he set. His tongue driving me crazy, I imagined him doing this to me every night and got a little carried away. The last thing I know he’s spanking me again and telling me to focus on him.

I stare down at his dead but lively eyes, the gorgeous brown slanted cat like seductive eyes that could eat me alive, stared back. It felt like every time I blinked he’d blink, because I’d never see him blink. He stared, his tongue lapping over me, almost as if he was kissing my lips.

I looked behind me and wondered if he’d needed any pleasure. I leaned a little back and ran my hand over the bulge in his pants, earning a throaty groan from under me, vibrating through me as well.

“Don’t.” His dee voice commanded, but I challenged him by sliding my body down over his clothed bulge, the rough material of his jeans contrasting with my naked body. I grinded my hips down, creating friction.

I looked up to see his reaction and his eyes were trained on mine. Like he was watching me the whole time. I felt my mind blur as his gaze put me in a trance. It felt like something took over me.

My hips moved slow and sensually, taking in every detail of his face as I slowed down and sped up. Which ever speed got a reaction out of him. His small groans and his big veiny hands over my ass kept me going. The mere thought of him fucking me into this bed gave me a delight.

“God the thoughts going through your hand contrast so much with your innocent exterior, I don’t know what it is about you but you’re driving me crazy.” Yoongi growled, grabbing at my ass until it felt raw almost.

I can’t take it any longer. I got up and pulled him up from the bed. I laid on my stomach and waited for him. “I want you to fuck me into this mattress, Please.” I turned my head to look at him. His mouth contorted into a smirk, one that sat fine on his mouth. “Yes princess, your wish is my command.”

I heard his zipper unzip and before I knew it I could feel him entering me, fully. No prep, no condom, raw, and painful to adjust to. I screamed out in agony as he began to move around, his size surprising me. “Ah- don’t move please please please.” I gripped the covers, my head lowered and smothered into the sheets.

“What was that baby?” He pushed more of himself into me, forcing a cry out of me. “You can’t take it all princess? I thought you would be a good whore and be able to handle it all. I guess I’ll need to be more gentle with you.” He pulled out and tried again slowly this time.

“I can take it all! Give me everything I’ll please you.” Something took over me and possessed me to say those words, I was definitely not in my right state of mind.

“Oh? Really now? Should I give you it all? Or make you beg more? I can’t decide.” Yoongi smirked, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully in. My insides felt like they were going to burst. “Wait, give me a moment to adjust-ah.” Yoongi ignored me and rammed back into me with full force and pushed me into the mattress. My back being pushed down and my ass being pulled up higher.

A cry crawled out of my throat, my fist balled up full of the sheets. He was going at it like there was the last time.

“You feel so good around my cock baby, the view of your face pushed in the sheets and your ass hiked in the air gives me the chills. I’m glad you decided to move in. I could get used to this.” Yoongi confessed, making me turn to look at him. “I-I-im” nothing came out my stuttering mouth. I couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure this creature was providing.

He thrusted in deep and you could feel your soul leaving your body. It felt like bliss, nothing could compare to the sensation you were experiencing. His body was warm against yours, his defined muscles on his stomach grazing your backside. “It feels so good,” You whimpered earning a low groan from the back of his throat. “Don’t stop please.” You could feel his speed start to pick up at you encouraged him to go faster and deeper.

Throughout the whole night filthy words filled the air and you felt bliss one too many times. You found that he’d never tire but you definitely did. It was the 5th round that night. You both fucked until the AM, you were falling apart at his will but he was perfectly energized and loving every bit of your human body. Tears stung in your eyes as you climaxed for the 5th time, “I’m so tired.” you finally admitted. You expected for Yoongi to laugh in your face for being a weak mortal but he did the opposite.

Yoongi let out a short sigh “You took long enough to say so, I thought we would have to go longer than 5 rounds.” He laughed falling down right beside you in your bed. “I’d love to stay and chat but i’ve got things to do.”

Your breathing was still ragged, trying to even out before looking at him as he stood up and smiled down at your sprawled out form. “I’ll definitely be back for more, don’t worry. Also I advise you to rest for a while, you might feel weak for a few days.” The infamous smirk appeared on his lips as he disappeared into thin air, expecting a puff of smoke to appear but nothing. Just you in a now cold bed with weak limbs.

Your head turned to the left by your bedside table and you saw a glass of water with a letter next to do with two tablets. You took the letter and read the only two words written on it. “Get rest.” you smiled while your cheeks turned a light shade of red. “Fucking idiot.”

Simon Imagine - The meeting (mentions of Joe Sugg, Dan and Phil, etc)

REQUESTED:  “Hi!! I have a quite different imagine request but one where y/n is a beauty you tuber who lives in america and has a beauty release or something like that “think zoella” and her and Simon have been dating for a while and he surprises her at her product launch party”

The minute I entered the room a giant smile erupted over my face. Everything looked beautiful. The polished wooden floors were sprinkled entirely with glitter, sparkles and confetti, leaving my heels completely covered in a coating of shine. Over every wall were photos, polaroids, all from the several shoots I’d done in the past few years building up to this very moment. Pastels and neons, metallics and glitters, the entire room screamed colour, and it was very reflective of the way I felt in this very moment. I could not believe the job that had been done, and as I thanked everyone I was ecstatic; nobody could have done a better job of promoting the launch of my first ever beauty range.

It wasn’t long before people started arriving. I stood at the door for a while, welcoming those I had not yet met, admiring the clean city streets of London whilst I did so. The entire atmosphere was worlds apart from what I was used to back in LA, and I couldn’t help but feel like I knew which one I preferred. London was smaller, more comforting, less dramatic - there was a definite home vibe to it, and it was massively enjoyable.

“You must be Y/n, right? This event is incredible congratulations!” 

I turned around at the mention of my name, and was instantly greeted face to face by Zoe Sugg, the woman who had inspired me most to construct this event. I felt the blood rush from my face.

“Oh my gosh, Zoe! Thank you so much!”

“Aw it’s okay! Come on, let’s go inside, you shouldn’t be missing out on all the fun!”

I complied politely, taking her arm and walking through the hallway towards where my event was taking place. Inside everybody had arrived. There were youtubers everywhere, taking photos, vlogging, testing out the products lined up along the stands and tables. Zoe turned her head towards me.

“Have you tried anything from the sweet table yet?”

“There’s a sweet table?” I asked, astonished. Her face softened into a humoured smile and I couldn’t help but feel envious of her beauty.

“Yeah, I thought I as much. I know when you’re planning these things it’s hard to actually experience them. Let’s go get food!”

She tugged on my arm slightly, taking me in the direction of where three tables stood consecutively. Each one was decorated in different types of confectionery; jars of brightly coloured sweets, plates of cupcakes, bowls of marshmallows and chocolates. I picked up a mason jar of pink lemonade as Zoe pulled me over to her group of friends.

“Y/n, I want you to meet Alfie, Joe, Louise, Dan and Phil. Guys this is Y/n, the creator of this event and it’s products.” 

I was greeted with a chain of hellos and hugs, and it occurred to me how attractive the British vloggers truly were. I sipped on my straw to suppress my nerves as I made small conversation. I had met so many lovely new people tonight, and yet still there was one left; Simon Minter. I had met him over twitter, and skype, and facetime and Snapchat and every other social media currently existing, however face to face was still yet to happen. Despite our lack of actual human interaction I felt hugely attracted to the boy, something that was no secret to my fans and followers, who had been tweeting me since sunrise asking if today would be the day of our meeting. Secretly I had been hoping for months that it would - I was desperate to see him, hear his voice without the robotic alterations, touch him for the first time. Even my managers were keen, set on the fact that the presence of someone with that large of a following would do nothing but good for the sales of my products. However, realistically, a place as pink and glorified as this would be no place for a fifa youtuber. I tried to shake this thought in order to keep up my high spirits.

“So Y/n, what made you decide to host your event in London, why not LA?” Dan asked with genuine interest. 

“It’s where most of my following is,” I smiled. “And I’ve always wanted to visit anyway, so it seemed to make sense.”

“Ah. Yeah it’s a decent area!”

“Does that desire to visit correlate in anyway with a certain Fifa youtuber? Someone who’s name perhaps rhymes with Dimon?”

I blushed as everybody laughed at Joe’s comment. “There is that, I suppose. May I ask how you know of mine and Simon’s interactions? Big fan of my Q&A’s?”

“Well of course Y/n!” Joe laughed, a flirt of light hearted mockery laced in his voice. “Although it definitely helps that I’ve been blessed with the privilege of playing cards against humanity with the Sidemen, so I’m pretty clued up on the extent of your relationship, actually.”

My face heated as I squirmed. “I won’t ask anymore on that one!”

“Probably for the best.”

The conversation continued for a while. Louise complimented me on my dress, Dan and Phil quizzed me on my life and I tested out some of my scrubs and moisturisers on Joe’s face. As I l talked, my eyes turned to Zoe and Alfie, who were whispering just beside me, Alfie’s eyes down at his phone. I raised an eyebrow as Zoe looked up at me.

“You know what Y/n, I think you and I should go and take some photos in the photobooth.”

“Um, sure..?” Her spontaneity threw me off slightly as she took my arm once again, speed walking me out of the room. There’s a photobooth too now??

“And here we are!”

I admired the golden machine, my name sprawled on the side in large, sparkly letters.

“Wow..” 

“It’s pretty, isn’t it.” She smiled. “And talking of pretty, you look amazing, so get your bum in there first!”

I smiled. Someone like Zoe was impossible to say no to. She watched me eagerly, Alfie not far behind as I pulled back the red curtain..

“Oh my God!”

Sat on the swivelling stool inside was none other but Simon. He looked outstanding, all clad in a black and white suit, his collar opened slightly missing a tie. His hair was still red toned, and it looked surprisingly good as he climbed out of the machine and picked me up off of the ground. 

“Hello Y/n.”

His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was much deeper than what I was used to, although still just as soft and comforting, especially whilst blessing the syllables of my name. My cheeks ached from grinning.

“Simon! I didn’t think you’d be here!” 

“Why would you think that? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I didn’t exactly think face masks and bath bombs were your thing, funnily enough.”

“Hey, you don’t know my lifestyle.” He joked, and I smiled.

“Very true, I don’t.” He released me from his arms. “But I’d like to.”

“Well, if ever there was a moment I was more sure of wanting you to find out, I think it’s this one.” My cheeks heated for what seemed to be the tenth time tonight as Simon held me at arms length, his eyes scanning up and down my body, focusing on the curves of my silky red dress. “You look..incredible, Y/n.”

“And you, Simon.”

We stood for a second, just watching eachother. I paid particular attention to his eyes and their deep blue pigment. He looked younger in real life, his face fresher, a lot brighter without the dim of a computer screen in front of it. I felt zoe touch both our arms.

“Right you two love birds, let’s go back to where the party’s at, come on!”

We both grinned as her and Alfie shuffled ahead.

“11 million subs just touched my arm. I’m gassed.” Simon whispered, and I hit his arm playfully.

“Aren’t you used to it? You live with the KSI.” I quizzed him as we walked along.

“Oh trust me Y/n, 15 million subscribers touches you in a very different way.”

Old Soul

Requested by: @seb-satann

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: Fluff, swearing

A/N: Reader loves the 1940s, and is convinced that she was born in the wrong era.
I hope this is okay/follows the request!

~~Bucky’s POV~~

Bucky wanted nothing more than to turn around and leave, and he hadn’t even gotten to the door yet. But he didn’t want to let his friends down. After a lengthy discussion with Sam and Steve, about how Bucky could re-enter society and make friends now that he was back from Wakanda, he’d decided to take their advice. Sam had suggested tagging along to one of his meetings, and listening to other vet’s share their struggles. As much as Bucky appreciated Sam’s offer, he didn’t feel like he’d be comfortable there; there was no knowing if Bucky would enter the community centre and see someone the Winter Soldier had almost killed.

So Bucky took Steve’s advice, go and find something that used to make him happy. The first thing that Bucky thought of was dancing. Before the war, there wasn’t a time when Bucky had denied a dame’s request to go dancing. He used to be good at it, and all the ladies loved him for it. But he didn’t know if he was any good after everything that he’d been through. So Bucky decided to attend a dance class. After figuring out how to use Tony’s laptop - that thing was so high tech it made Bucky’s brain hurt - he found a small, local dance studio. Bucky had gotten a little excited when he saw that they offered classes in Swing. So here he was, dressed in casual workout attire and nervous as hell, staring up at the dance studio’s sign.

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Beat 1 Interview with Matty

Zane: Do we really need to do introductions, we’ve surpassed that. For those people listening all around the world right now, we capture Matt Healy from the brilliant band The 1975 at a magical time, at a time of transition and of celebration because everything you’ve achieved thus far as a band. Getting towards the end of this touring cycle at some point this year, and feeling like you’ve achieved on album number two. Congratulations man. 

Matty: Thanks man. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm soooo eager to know what you think of 5H's new album??

Well, here’s my verdict… *drumroll* IT’S A FUCKING GREAT ALBUM!!! 👏👏👏

I really really like it except for a few little things - I’m gonna break this down song by song.

1. DOWN - still don’t like it, lyrics make me cringe, to me the biggest mistake of this album, there was no need for that collab girls - anyways moving on to the good stuff

2. He Like That - I really really love the beat and the melody - the lyrics are a bit too hetero-basic for me, kinda boring and not really interesting - but the melody is my fucking jam so I guess it makes up for it 

3. Sauced Up - I also fucking adore the beat, especially the chorus - but again, the weak part is definitely the lyrics, same boring story, I mean come on “Don’t you know I’m fluid in the bro-code?” What? 😂  But still a really good song melodic wise

4. Make You Mad - one of my fave for sure (Camren vibes 🌚 ) I love the melody ,the fucking bridge I adore and also the lyrics are good to me, no male pronouns, finally a song my little lesbian heart can relate to.

5. Deliver - I have very mixed feelings about this one, I don’t really know if I like it or not 😂  I changed my mind at least 10 times while listening to it. I really like the piano background, that’s really dope, also the bridges but I think it’s the chorus that doesn’t really do it for me, the way they say “deliver”, I don’t really like it - but anyways it’s still a very good song, but again, still about boy problems 🙄  #cantrelate

6. Lonely Night - one of my favs too! Especially the chorus break down, it’s just really good, also Ally’s part I really love it - I’ll let the “boy” in the song slide #denialinordertorelate

7. Don’t Say You Love Me - my favorite!!!! Camren as fuck of course 🌚  I just love everything about it, the melody, the lyrics, their voices, the fact that it’s pronoun free #canrelate - MY FUCKING JAM!!

8. Angel - I’ve said it before, I really love Angel, it’s a great song, I really adore the beat, the lyrics are alright, and I’m slowly getting used to Ally’s rapping, it’s growing on me 😂

9. Messy - I like it, I don’t really have much to say about it, it’s a good song, it just doesn’t really stand out for me because I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before - but it’s a nice song, and finally no boy story! Hallelujah!

10. Bridges - I like it too, a bit like Messy it doesn’t really stand out for me melodic wise, feels like it’s been done before  - but the lyrics are fucking great, great message - it’s a good song 

So all in all I think melodic and beat wise it’s a really really great album, their voices and harmonies are also on point! So to me the real weak point of the album is probably the lyrics and the song concepts - I think they could’ve dive deeper than this, get more emotional or have lyrics that are a bit more interesting, but anyways most of the melodies make up for it.

I’m definitely real proud of our girls! That’s what I call a come back!! If that was to be their last album as 5H than they’re definitely leaving on a bang!💥

anonymous asked:

I have a bunch of stories that I'm working on but none of them feel... good? Like original or something that people would want to read. It makes me sad, and not want to work on them... do you have any tips for feeling like this? Have you ever felt like this? I'm frustrated with myself

I feel like that all the time. It’s hard not to when you spend so much time reading and watching Tv/movies. It seems like every thing I want to write about has been done before in a more interesting/more cohesive way.

But let me tell you why that’s definitely not the case.

You, as a writer, have your own historical perspective. You have values and opinions that differ from everyone else’s, events in your life that no one else has experienced, and you place importance on different parts in a story as a result. 

In little Red Riding Hood, what’s the most important part of the story to you? That her mother let her go through a wolf-infested forest in her own? That she wore red into a wolf-infested forest? Or is the most important part the way the woodsman bursts in to save her? Is it important what they do after the wolf is dead? Or do you think that’s all to tell?

Where are you going to start? Where will you end?

My advice is to take joy in what’s going to happen next. Write as much as you want on scenes that are important to you and as little as you can on those that aren’t. Your passion will change the shape of the story, make it something that feels new and exciting.

(actually, go ahead and try to rewrite a story like Little Red Riding Hood as if it’s one of your own stories. Then read someone else’s telling, then read yours. I think that’ll illustrate this point better than I can explain it.)

Be interested in what you write. Don’t just focus on Point A to Point B to Point C. Everyone can write Little Red Riding Hood, but only you can write The Tale of the Crimson Adventurer and her Unfortunate Foray into the Forest.

It’s not always about being unpredictable when you write. It’s about being compelling and the best way to be compelling is to be passionate.

So I have every confidence that you do have a wonderful story that people want to read. I have every confidence that you have a gorgeous story that needs to be told. The hard part is going to be finding the best way to tell it from your perspective.

Wet Myself Looking for a Bathroom at a Club!

Another thing that happened to me that I wrote about for omorashi.org. This story is about a year old now, this was last September. Me and the girl in this story are no longer together v.v but fond memories anyway.

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Hi everyone! Its me again. I haven’t been really writing as of late but its 2 am and I’m on a sort of tired whim, so don’t blame me if this isn’t as well written as my others.~

So as a lot of you may know, I’m recently into a new relationship with a lovely girl who’s name I won’t be giving out. Luckily, this isn’t 30 years ago so I won’t be beaten to death in public for dating another girl, but on the flipside of that we get ogled by everything in the vicinity whenever we’re the slightest bit affectionate in public so ehhh… But anyway, she’s lovely, I love her to death and I could honestly ramble on all day about how great she is, but this is very specifically not the place to do that. The important thing is she lives a bit…far off, so I don’t get to see her nearly as often as I’d like to. So even though we’re both kinda the stay shut in and cuddle and watch netflix/play video games all day types, whenever we get together we decide to put a little effort into at least getting up and doing SOMETHING, you know? So she decided to take me to…a club. I’d never been to one before, and she’d only been dragged by friends. She insisted it would be fun though, because where I am isn’t the most densely populated place on earth, and even though neither of us are overly social she was of the mindset that if we just stayed out of the center of the action and found a spot to hang out in, we’d be fine. But juuust in case we dragged along two of my friends who WERE social to bite the conversation-leading bullet in case we were approached by any predatory club-goers (because that’s what like, 50% of them are there for if I’m correct.) It is here that one of my infamous mishaps occurred, because I apparently cannot be trusted around liquid if I want to do anything. (Kidding :P)

So, obligatory description bit, you know the drill. I’m too pale for comfort, my raven-black hair only exacerbating this to the point if I hear one more pale joke I’ll throw up, but I actually did put a teal streak in it…I’m thinking I might dye it red at some point. Throw me in the like, 5'5-5'7 range and I haven’t weighed in awhile, but under 110 (I need to eat more.) On this day, it being a hot summer day which I can’t deal with because I’m Canadian and I don’t like warm, I was wearing a black tank top and white tight fitting shorts, because due to the way women’s clothing works, anything baggy enough for my comfort slides off my tiny frame and even though I have cute belts and stuff I don’t want to wear them every single day of my life until the day I die.

So we were at this club. Luckily it wasn’t nearly as loud or crowded as movies make it out to be, but a secret VIP section with hot-tubs and Russian mobsters is still unknown, will investigate further. As my lovely waifu predicted, we were able to find a boothy-thing in the corner and just chill out. And as most people do at these places…We began to drink. Drink, and chat, and drink, and chat. We’d cycle through the four of us who would go get various rounds of drinks, and I’d rush my bit the most because I don’t like being alone without people I know in places with strange people. So I’d go, grab the drinks, come back, and resume chatting, regardless of how some people in IRC think I don’t want to chat.

Eventually I began to see that my darling wifey and the other two would occasionally take a minute or two longer than expected. Upon inquiry, I found out they had been taking bathroom breaks because, well, we WERE drinking very copious amounts of fluid, and also becoming very intoxicated. It was probably due to the intoxication and the fact that I hadn’t, as the kids say, “broken the seal” yet that I hadn’t noticed that holy shit I need to pee. I reflexively crossed my legs and dug my nails into the side of my leg as it jumped straight to the forefront of my mind. If you ever want to know how someone can go from completely fine to desperate in a single moment, it appears alcohol and confusion are key factors. I tried to shove the worry out of my mind, as I always do, and even try to enjoy it given my enthusiasm for the subject. As you know, this usually leads to me delaying, and as such, usually leads to incidents, which in turn, usually ends up in me writing on here. Usually. But even though for once, this occurred to me, I was a little nervous to get up. I really must push the fact that while on the internet I talk and yell a lot, I have really bad social anxiety in real life and tend to keep to myself. This was a strange new environment filled with strange new people. I didn’t even know where the damn bathroom was. So I just decided to deal with it for a bit, and wait until it was my turn to fetch the drinks. Everyone else made detours to the bathroom on those trips, so it must have been within reasonable detour distance from the bar. While going to the bathroom before buying drinks is an automatic action for most, given my issues, I had to plan strategically. Because you know, I’m not smart enough to do the reasonable thing and just get up and go.

So one round passes. I feel the urge, and my bladder, increasing in intensity. I start to rock a little in my seat, which I attributed to the drunkenness and giddiness when asked. Another round passes. I can feel a pressure now. The urge is one thing, you know what I mean? Just signals to the brain. But an actual physical feeling of pressure is when you know things are getting serious. I snake a hand between my crossed legs whenever the other 3 in the booth are sufficiently distracted enough, while I continue to sip on my drinks because I’m an idiot, but this time I can blame my idiocy on the fact that at this point I was full on drunk. And so, I got drunker and drunker as said events went on. I would be a black belt in drunken fist by the end of this night.

Round 3, I’m basically dying. My girlfriend can tell somethings wrong and she asks if I’m sick because I’m just there, obviously sweating, legs crossed and rocking, but I just say my stomach is unsettled and I need to walk a bit, and then put on an act pretending I was just then having the idea to fetch the next round to kill two birds with one stone! I stand up….and nearly fall over. Right. The alcohol.

I walk in the direction of the bar, if you could call it walking. I hobble, legs kind of together, holding myself whenever I’m in a spot people wouldn’t be paying attention to, and I frantically look around somewhere, anywhere for a bathroom. I spot one off  to the right of the bar, and I immediately head inside. The sight of the queues make my stomach drop, and I feel myself dribble into my underwear from the momentary shock. Upon seeing that multiple of the women have noted my presence, I decide I don’t want the attention and slip back out of the door, and lean against the wall before holding myself a bit, focusing on stopping the dribble. I succeeded though, very luckily, and I checked myself expertly like I had done so many times before in my life. Fortunately my shorts were dry, though I could definitely feel the dampness in my underwear. I won’t lie, I started to panic a little, but I told myself I could wait for the queues to disperse; if everyone I was with had been able to go earlier and not be too long, this must’ve just been a busy time. But I also had to pick up the drinks! So like the dutiful person I am, I did so and brought them back. I did the smart thing and tried to act natural, while avoiding touching my drink…which my girlfriend took note of but I insisted I was fine. That was a total lie of course; I’m certain my shaking was probably visible. Regardless nobody questioned it, probably being too smashed to actually think logic based thoughts or observe anything off. I sat there, wondering how long it would take 10 or 12 women to go through 4 stalls..and I sat. And I wondered. And I leaked. And I…what? My thoughts snapped back to my throbbing bladder and I realized my control was beginning to slip. I shoved my hand between my legs trying to stop it and control myself, but the sudden movement just caused me to spurt instead, and I could feel the warmth against my fingertips. I clutched, hard, feeling the white fabric go damp against my crotch. And the warmth came forth again. And again. And I began to panic as I realized I was slowly beginning to pee in my shorts right there in the booth. Luckily, given I had gotten up earlier, I was on the outside of the seat. I took off without another word. I do not recall if I heard anyone call after me, but I know nobody immediately followed. I hobbled past, dribbling once or twice more into my shorts before I found a spot to once again, feel and check…and my crotch was very, very damp. I began panicking even more, and even MORE when I looked towards the only bathroom I knew of and saw the queue had not shrunk, but grown!

This is when my usual mindset came into place. Hyper focus. Point of no return, what was to be done? Where else might a bathroom be? Just the thought of that made me dribble more. I wouldn’t be surprised if some hit the floor, but given my hidden away position near a wall, towards a corner, in a low-light environment such as this, nobody saw my situation from what I could see; in fact I didn’t see a single person look in my direction. Most people were drunk and on the dance floor lost in their on little worlds. That’s when for whatever reason, I figured that a bathroom might be near the entrance, and without a second thought that’s where I headed. Naturally I got there and there was none in sight…And I no longer had time to look around, I realized, as I leaned against a wall, a wave of pure need to release just washing over me…I felt my crotch go warm, and some urine run down my thigh. I saw a drop hit the floor and I ran. I ran out the entrance, and made a break for the south side of a building…It was facing a hill, was dark, and opposite the side that had the parking lot. Nobody was there, and but a single light that I stood under, my head against the side of the building as I drunkenly tried to undo my button on my shorts. And I tried. And I tried. It only got harder as I had to suddenly shove my hand into the crotch of my shorts, the need to release hitting me like a truck once again. My head against the wall was the only thing holding me up..And I couldn’t undo that damn button, even as I started losing control. Now that I was in the light, I could see the damp spot on my shorts suddenly and violently expand from beneath my hand, a hand that was instantly warm and soaked. I slammed my legs together, frantically rubbing them together and bouncing while applying pressure with my hand, trying to stop the flow as I loudly moaned in a mixture of desperate, frantic despair and ever-needed relief. I managed to slow it, but not stop it, just as I got the button unstuck. Very ironically, the sudden expansion of bladder space was like a trigger, and I immediately, full on, burst. Let me tell you, like a glass tipping over. I didn’t think to try yanking my shorts down, I immediately stuck my free hand between my legs with the other, as I felt my pee shoot out of me, soaking both my hands as I felt pee spread all across the front of my shorts (likely due to the position of my hands) and all around my ass began to feel warm as well, urine cascading down my legs onto the ground, as I just moaned in…I don’t even know what anymore, just all the sensations were too much and I couldn’t stay silent. As always, I fought to the bitter end, constantly bouncing and jiggling and making what were probably way too erotic noises, as I threw my legs into every damn position I could, trying to repair a dam that had already collapsed from its cracks. Leave it to me to fight a long since lost battle, obvious given the state of my clothes and the puddle on the ground, like I would if I still hadn’t lost a drop. But eventually, I was standing there in soaked shorts, with soaked legs, empty, and to be honest, exhausted.

I did a long loop around the building and back to the lot where we kept the car, staying on the outer edges to avoid the light.  Once I reached the car, I got my really big hoodie out of the passenger side and tied it around my waist, and just kinda leaned against the car for a bit. I think I could have honestly fallen asleep standing up against the car, because you know, liquor, before I was suddenly woken up by my girlfriend, who had come looking for me out there when she couldn’t find me inside. She asked me if I was okay, etc, which was perfectly fine other than the fact that she had an arm on the car on each side of me and was reaaal close to my face. Upon getting confirmation I was okay, her lips were immediately on mine, and I was about to be equally as receiving given even I realize that alcohol = friskiness, but I also realized that I couldn’t let her touch the bottom half of me right now under any circumstance, so I suddenly feigned ill (again) and asked if she’d fetch the other two because I just wanted to go home and watch a movie. She agreed that we’d been out awhile anyway, and very determinedly and dutifully set off to do so (god she’s awesome) and I just sat in the passenger seat, on my sweater that was still tied to me…and I dozed off. When I woke up we were back home, and first moment I could I ran up and changed, throwing my clothes (and sweater) into the laundry as I put on my pajamas. My memory is hazy due to the buzz of the night, but I’m PRETTY sure I got off scot-free, as I tend to.

Before anyone asks, none of us drove; There was a friend down the street, visiting another friend, who lived in an apartment a few buildings down from the club. She was just waiting on a phone call.

In celebration of the newest Final Fantasy XIV expansion, Stormblood, I drew my character, Y’shenn Tia, in the new monk gear! I definitely overestimated myself trying to get this done before Stormblood early access, haha. I’m still very happy with how it came out so far, and will probably go back to colour it for real when I have time!

I haven’t properly drawn anything in over a year, and it’s been even longer since I’ve been happy with a sketch. A few years ago, I lost confidence in my art, designs, writing, and character development. I stopped for a while as a result. It feels like I’ve been in a slump ever since. Thank you for all the words of encouragement and for sticking by me over the years! It really motivates me to take art more seriously again!

She’s No Angel

Originally posted by trashwilldo

A/n: Hi, I’m back. I tried something different.I don’t know how to explain it but Matt, a merely radar technician, seems to enjoy bullying and pushing the much-beloved reader to the edge. (I also apologize for the errors) Also, I changed some of the things but yeah, I hope you enjoy!

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“Did you hear about the new guy?” Lucky said. You shook your head. He knew that you would never know about these people with the hours you work. You were lucky to actually have friends at all, even if there were mostly troopers because of Lucky. They continued walking down the hall as he filled you in about some guy named Matt. With a sudden halt, you snapped out of it, with Lucky’s blaster stopping you.“There he is.” He cocked his helmet. You saw a rather large blonde man folded up on the floor trying to rewire a calcinator. You could obviously tell he was confused and didn’t know what he was doing. “Angel, watch this.” Lucky puffed his chest out. Instantly, you grabbed his arm. “Lucky, no! Stop!” He turned to look at you, even with the helmet on, you knew a smirk was plastered on his face. Lucky was definitely one the most sociable and admirable by many of his peers. Ranking top 5 in his class and working directly under Phasma, Lucky carried himself with a certain authoritative stride. Being lost in your thoughts, it was too late to stop his bullying. “Whaddup Matt?” Lucky said as he kicked a wrench away from Matt. Oh, and if looks can kill. Quickly and quietly, you made my way to retrieve the wrench. Even though you didn’t see him, you could feel his eyes watch my every move. “I-I’m sorry. I apologize on behalf of him.” you stuttered. His brown orbs seemed to peer into my soul. “Here you go.” You handed him the wrench. Soon a throbbing sensation was felt in your head. He just kept staring and never taking the wrench. ‘Ok take the wrench please, my legs are aching and this weird look is scaring me.’ He quickly snatched the wrench out your hand and glared. Rude. You stood up brushing your uniform off and walked down the hall. “Urgh!” You tripped in the vacant hallway, turning around to see if there were others. Only to see Matt smirking. He was an odd one.

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arcpitia-deactivated20170719  asked:

What do you think Ouma would have been like if he survived to the end of the game? Or what about just outside of the game, like in an au where this game didn't happen? (I'm sorry I just love his character and I want the next game(?) that says no one ever died and they're all living happily)

There’s no need to apologize! I really love these particular questions, and it’s not exactly a secret that Ouma is my favorite DR character—I would honestly have loved to see him survive, moreso with what an important, vital character he was to the whole game even after his death. The fact that even after dying, Ouma was essentially “present” at both the Chapter 5 and Chapter 6 trials (first because of the Exisal plan with Momota, then because of all the clues, hints, and mysteries surrounding him that led to them finding out so much of the truth) has always struck me as very, very interesting. And he had so much potential as a survivor, especially with his cover blown and his plans against the mastermind made clear.

I’ve actually talked a little bit about my ideas on this before, in a post here a while back! And some people like @klepotmaniac and @ouma–kokichis have also expanded on the idea and been interested in it! I still feel like there was real potential to take the Exisal plan in Chapter 5 and take it in another direction entirely. It was still incredibly amazing with how well done it was in-game, of course, but I feel like there was definitely a very noticeable opening there where Ouma could actually have been one of the survivors.

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No. 1 Contender: Ignition

Samoa Joe x Reader

Part 1 of No. 1 Contender

You have a secret relationship with Samoa Joe. Secret, specifically so no one can wield it in their favor. It’s been working out great, until the Beast Incarnate and Paul Heyman manage to figure it out. Now, one of the most intimidating wrestlers has you in his sights and Joe isn’t going to let him anywhere near you. You, however, take things into your own hands, refusing to be used, and decide to confront Brock. Whether or not it’s a good idea.          *This part is where it all starts.         

Word Count: 3,037

Warnings: Cursing. I wrote a certain part of this before Enzo and Cass broke up, so seeing as breaking them up was a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it and not rewrite the tiny section they are in.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

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Lipstick

Originally posted by neaarty

OMG!  I have over 100 followers.  I’m super excited and humbled and in celebration, I wrote this instead of working.  Inspired by a bit of makeup shopping I did on my lunch break. 

Description:  Reader x Bucky.  Bucky seems to appreciate your favorite lipstick.

Word Count: 658

Warnings:  None

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annnegisa  asked:

Hello there! Do you think it's possible that hufflepuffs would jump at any unspoken opportunity to help others but don't dare to ask others for help? (I hope you haven't done that before, i've been searching your blog but it was too much to look through everything...) PS: Your Blog is awesome!

Based on the Hufflepuffs I know, I’d say most definitely. I feel like we have talked about it somewhere, but idk where.

Hufflepuffs definitely are all about doing things for their friends and helping them, but then getting overwhelmed and needing help themselves and not asking for it or just being like “NO IT’S FINE o_e”

Followers, thoughts?

-Amy (Hufflepuff)

anonymous asked:

Hey I'm fairly new to Reylo. The only thing that keeps me from shipping it hard is the redemption question. Many very knowledgable Star Wars fans believe that Kylo is completely irredeemable after killing Han. So how can he be given a happy ending by Disney? How will he be redeemed? Feel free to link me to old answers or metas if you have already answered this. That's the only thing that makes me think they can't end the trilogy with Rey and Kylo as a couple living happily. Thanks!

There is plenty of metas about that I think, but I never got this question. Tbh it was never really a question for me, because when Han dies, he caresses Kylo’s face before he falls and for me that signified immediately: Han has forgiven him. It also says that he does in the junior novelisation. And after, I didn’t feel like Kylo killing him was irredeemable, especially since Kylo seemed shaken by it, like he regretted it instantly. And we know from the novel and the script that both of these things are canon. There, for me, lies the groundwork for redemption. That was the reason I never for a second thought he was beyond redeeming.

As far as “Happy Endings” go, I think that’s just the question that needs to be answered in the next two movies - because I believe that Kylo will live and be redeemed, not be redeemed and die or something. I believe that he lives because he has to continue the Skywalker bloodline for the future sequels (with Rey at his side). So that will be the central theme of this movie and the next, when it comes to Kylo: How will he be redeemed.

I think this is also pretty much confirmed when we look at this tweet by Rian Johnson:

And on the topic of Disney…Kylo Ren wouldn’t be the first character that gets redeemed in a Disney movie.

Think John Smith in Pocahontas, he starts out as a total creep and by the end, we love him, because he changes and learns and grows.

Or Stitch, in Lilo&Stitch…he’s a little shit at first because he is aggressive and sad and confused and scared and has never known love. Then he finds it and by the end, he’s a lovely little alien furball everyone wants to cuddle.

Or Freaky Friday, where both the protagonists kind of suck at the beginning of the movie and learn to understand each other and turn out likeable.

Or Zootopia, where the actual criminal fox is bettered by working alongside a cute little bunny and by the end of it everyone kind of wants the bunny and the fox to make babies?!

Or The Princess and the Frog where Naveen starts out as a spoiled asshole looking only for money and ends up a wonderful dude through discovering that there are more important things in life than money.

Or Flynn in Tangled, he comes into that movie a criminal and leaves a prince.

Or the Toy Story movies, where at one point both Woody and Buzz turn away from their friends and disappoint them but come back to them and redeem themselves.

I won’t even go into detail for Beauty and the Beast, because the similarities there are striking enough to speak for themselves. 

And those are just the Disney kids movies..there are so many more examples of great redemption stories…take American History X. The main character is an ex-neo nazi who killed innocent people and comes back from prison a changed man and by the end of that movie, you’re rooting for him.

That’s powerful story-telling and it’s impactful if done right. It can serve as a lesson that whatever bad thing you did, if you are sorry for it, you atone and apologise and work to undo or at least soften the harm you did, you can still come back to the light and live a full life and be loved. That’s important. It’s a good story to tell and it definitely has a place in children’s movies.

Never mind that it has been done before in actual Star Wars movies…Han was redeemed for one and then, of course, Anikin. So calling Kylo irredeemable for murdering his father and ordering the killing of the villagers on Jakku while Vader was totally set for redemption after having killed a room of younglings, his wife, cut off his sons arm and murdered how many others in his long career, is laughable.

So I really don’t know about all those “knowledgeable” SW fans. I feel like if Kylo were a bit more conventionally masculine, a bit more of a conventional movie hunk, we would not be having this discussion. If he was a real man’s man - instead of the really nuanced, real and vulnerable character that he is - all these knowledgeable SW fans wouldn’t be having their panties in a bunch. I think most of the anti-Kylo (and by extension anti-Reylo) sentiment stems from how the raw and honest look at Kylo’s type of masculinity and insecurity doesn’t sit well with some people. The reasons for that would fill another post however.

So…in short: Yes, I believe Kylo can and will be redeemed. And even if him and Rey don’t live happily ever after as a couple (which they should), he will still get his redemption. I’m sure of it.

Title: I Wanna Be Yours

Title: I Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Michael Jones/Reader/Gavin Free

A/N: IT’S HERE! After 4 months it’s finally finished! This is the longest fic i’ve ever written and I am so incredibly proud of it, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
It took a lot of sleepless nights and a lot of editing and planning, and I’m very very happy with the final product!

Thanks to my betas: the-baewoodchronicles and saucysag !!

I hope you all enjoy! :D <3

Prompt: Could I request a sexy-ish(not smut but like Bond villan-ish sex appeal) fic with Michael set to the tone of I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys?

WC: 18,957

T: Mentions of suicide attempt, Minor mentions of death, Angst, Fluff,  Mentions of drinking, Cursing
(If I’ve forgotten any let me know!)


Rating: PG-13

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and so, it begins

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He was breathtaking.

You watch as he enters the room. A suit that fits him perfectly in every way hugging his body and a smirk on his lips that sent your stomach and mind into a frenzy.

He moves through the room with a stride that says he’s confident in himself, in every way. His auburn curls styled to look like they took a week to get perfect, but in the same way, looked like it took him seconds, you didn’t know this was possible.

His eyes scan the room, and then land on yours. He had moved from the entrance to the small table holding snacks and other things such as drinks. His gaze holds on you for a second, and you suddenly feel like the smallest person in the room, feeling almost invisible in your new black dress that went right above your knee. The idea of strapless was suddenly a bad idea as shivers go up your spine, then again, that may not be the dresses, or the temperatures fault.

His eyes leave yours and continue through the crowd. You feel like you can finally breathe again. He acts as though he’s studying every last person in the room, his head turning to the right, and then his left, and then back to you.

No one else in the room had noticed his demeanor, or maybe they had and you were too focused on him to notice, but that doesn’t matter.
Then he starts that stupid, sexy, stride towards you. You feel your muscles tense and you prepare yourself as he nears closer. You let in a small breath of air and he finally is in front of you, taller than you expected up close.

“You’re blockin’ the way, sweetheart.” He says lightly, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You realize your lack of answer quickly, and nod, before stepping out of the way.
“Sorry..” You whisper lightly, and he straightens back out.
“No worries, babe. See ya sometime.” He sends a wink to you, before walking out of the door that you were previously standing in front of. Your shoulders drop, and you let out a sharp breath of air, before turning to find your friend you had showed up with.

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