i found it and had to post it though

I hate when people review fan fic just to say “I prefer X ship but this was cute” I literally don’t care what ship you prefer. Just say “this was cute”. Why do you need to tell me you prefer another ship? It doesn’t matter at all. And no, I’m not one of those people that takes it as a compliment that you found whatever I wrote cute even though you prefer a different ship. 

It sounds rude as hell when you do that because you know what it sounds like you’re actually saying? It sounds like you’re passive aggressively saying “I think you wasted time writing this because if you had written it about a different ship it would be better, but this was still okay I guess”. Maybe people don’t even realize this but that’s what it comes across as? So don’t.

The last thing I posted that got this comment wasn’t even a ship I like that much (because it was a request) and it still pissed me off. If you prefer X ship then either don’t read it, don’t review it, or just leave out the fact that you prefer a different one. I put at the top of every chapter what the pairing and prompt is so it’s super easy for you to skip it if you don’t like it. :) 

Two out-of-the-blue headcanons as to why Stan owns all these board games:

1. They’re actually Ford’s from forever ago, hence why the boxes look pretty beat up, and he and McGucket would play them all the time together when they weren’t working on the portal. (I looked it up and nearly all the games these are based off of existed back in the 70s/80s.)

2. When Stan found out that Dipper and Mabel were coming to stay for the summer he figured that he had to get something to keep them “preoccupied and out of his hair”, so he picked them up for like a buck each at some random family’s yard sale.

*whispers* Divine Victoria reads smutty literature in bed when she’s had a long day pass it on

Abandoned by Disney

(warning: very long story)

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

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Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader Imagine (Part 3/?)

Hi guys, thanks you like two previous parts. This part is a little mess I feel, but everyone interrupted me like a million times so I don’t know.

Quick reminder that English is not my first language, s I’m sorry for any mistakes. And for any mistakes at baseball terms, cause I don’t know a shit about baseball.

One more question: Do you prefer parts to be shorter and be published more often or longer but not posted as often?

Part 1

Part 2

***

At first he was a little shocked, then he put his hands on my hips and slightly pushed me away.

“What happened to you today?”

“You always do that?”, I asked. “I mean, girl basically jumps on you and you push her away? Do you even get laid or just talk about it?”

Monty chuckled.

“Alright, so I treated you the way you did treat me week before and now you wanna fuck?”

“I’m just done with this teasing”, I this point I almost shouted. “We’re gonna hook up, get over it and move on with our lives”, I said with demanding tone.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me.

“And we’re not leaving this bathroom until you fuck me”, I crossed my arms and wanted to go and sit on the egde of bath.

But Monty’s hands, still on my hips, suddenly tightened, he pulled me closer and kissed me roughly. I tangled my fingers into his hair, when he squizzed my butt.

“Oh, and I’m done with your stupid rules”, he said between kisses, then his lips went down my neck and sucked my collarbone.

“Do you have some collarbone kink, or what?”, I hit his arm.

He grabbed my wirst a little too strong, but suprisingly I didn’t mind.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, he asked, looking into my eyes.

“Make me”, I dared him and didn’t have to wait long until he basically punched my lips with his.

The kisses got more and more sloppy, our breaths got heavier, Monty’s hands went all over my body. I unbottoned his shirt, took it of him and threw somewhere behind, it didn’t take long until he took of my dress. 

He pulled me up and pinched me to the wall, I wrapped my legs around his hips. My hands went down on him, to unzip his pants, and that’s all it took for him to hardened. He reached to his pocket and took condom out of his wallet. He tried to open it, but his moves were so sloppy I thought I was gonna go crazy.

“Oh for fuck’s sake”, I snatched it from his hand, opened with my teeth and put it on him, all of this while looking straight into Monty’s  eyes.

“Go on, Monty”, I nodded my head letting him get inside me.

He pulled my panties down, slowly slided in, I bit my lips trying not to make any noices.

“God, you’re so tight”, he whispered putting his forehead on mine.

My legs wrapped stronger around him as he started thrusting in and out. I was about to start moaning, when someone knocked the door.

“Y/N? Are you there?”, we heard Jessica asking. Monty put his hand on my lips before anything came out of my mouth.

I looked at him with eyes wide open. He took a deep breath and said, “She’s throwing up”, trying to sounds normal.

“Oh my God, Y/N, are you okay?”, she asked really concerned.

I nodded my head, letting Monty take his hand off my lips.

“Yeah, I’m good, I just need a minute”, I said.

“Why… Why is Montgomery in there?”

God, just fuck off, Jess, I thought.

“He’s holding my hair away from my face”, I quickly made up a response.

“Don’t worry, Jess, I’ll take care of her”, he said with cocky grin on his face, as his hand was rubbing my thigh.

“Okay, Y/N, listen, there should be spare toothbrush in the shelf above the sink, you can brush your teeth, when you’ll be done”, I rolled my eyes, waiting for her to go away. 

Suddenly, Monty thrusted in me, I had to bite his arm trying not to moan.

“Montgomery, don’t”, I whispered into his ear. 

“I brought you water”, Jessica continued,”I will leave it here for you.”

“Thanks, I love you”, I said, hoping she would finally go.

“Be quiet, or everybody will find out”, Monty rubbed his nose on my neck.

He started thrusting in me again, I scratched his back trying to keep him as close to me as possible. Heavy breaths were all we could go away with, but it was harder and harder to stay quiet.

“Mont…”, I moaned as quietly as I could.

“Fuck”, his hands tightened on my body. He started pumping faster. “You feel so good”, he whispered. One of his hand started rubbing my clit.

“Oh my…”, my body shook. “Monty, I’m gonna…”

“I know, come on, babe”, he started kissing my neck as if he knew it was my weak spot.

I clawed onto his arms, he scratched my hip, and when final wave of pleasure came for both of us he kissed me and I bit his lips so hard I could almost taste his blood. 

My muscles loosened up, Monty stopped thrusting into me, and laid his forehead on my shoulder. I played with his hair, trying to calm my breath.

“You can put me down now, you know?”, I giggled.

He gave me one last rough kiss and put me on the floor. I dressed up again, Monty threw used condom and wrapping to the bin.

“Your hair looks like shit, you know”, I said, looking at him. Well it definitely wasn’t his perfect hairstyle anymore.

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”, he asked. “You basically have ‘I just had sex’ written on your face”.

I came up to the mirror.

“Fuck”, I groaned.

My hair were tangled, my cheeks were blushed and I had weird, definitely not post thowing up, glow on my face. I opened a shelf a took spare toothbrush Jessica told me about, found toothpaste and started brushing my teeth. Montgomery looked at me confused.

“What? I’m brushing my teeth after throwing up”, I mumbled with mouth full of foam.

I took last quick glance at his abs, when he starting bottoning his shirt. Not quick enough though, cause he noticed it.

“You like some good abs, huh?”, he smirked.

“Not gonna lie, girls like some good abs and jawline”, I shrugged my arms.

“You know, you can call me some time and I can some you some abs, you can show me some other things”, he came closer behind me and put his hands on my hips.

“Monty”, I turned around to face him, “it was one time action, alright? I teased you, you teased me, we finished it in Jessica’s bathroom.”

“Don’t you say”, he looked down at our hips touching.

“Let’s go”, I said, moved away from him and went to the door. As I was unlocking, he quickly grabbed my ass. “Stop doing this”, I patted his hand.

“I didn’t hear you complaining few minutes ago.”

“You’re a dick”, I opened the door, stormed out of the bathroom, grabbed bottled up water Jessica left for me and went downstairs…

***

On Monday during lunch break I was sitting with few people when suddenly Jessica came up i basically threw her phone on the table.

“Look at this!”, she shouted to all of us pointing at the picture on her phone.

“What are we looking at?”, I asked.

“This is the corner of the condom wrapping”.

“Aaaand?”, Jeff encouraged her to keep talking.

“Somebody had sex in my bathroom!”, she shouted again.

“Jess!”, I tried to keep her quiet while looking around to check how many people had turned around.

Oh God,I’m screwed, I thought.

“What’s up boys and girls?”, Justin and Monty came to the table.

“Somebody…” Jess started shouting again.

“Somebody have some fun in Jessica’s bathroom during the party and left something”, Sheri interrupted her with quieter tone and showed guys the picture.

“Jess, it was a party, things like this just happen, don’t make drama”, Montgomery rolled his eyes.

“Okay, cool, but can people at least clean after they’re done?”, she crossed her arms. “ I’d be dead if my dad found it”.

“But he didn’t, another happy ending in your bathroom”, I put my thumb up and stuffed my mouth with food, which was typical for me - stress eating.

For the whole time I didn’t even looked at Monty, being paranoid someone would somehow found out. I ignored him to the point, when he said he’s gotta go for a chemistry, I waved at him while scrolling through my instagram feed.

“Hey, Y/N”, Justin kicked me under the table.

“Ouch, what?”, I started rubbing place on my leg he kicked, knowing the bruise would show up before the end of the day.

“Don’t you two have Chemistry together?”, he asked.

“Right. Yes. We have”, I patted my head and giggled nervously. “See you later guys”, I grabbed my bag and went with Monty, who was cracking up trying not to laugh.

“To be honest, I don’t have to do anything, you gonna give us out with your weird actions” he said when we had left the cafeteria.

“Shut up, I’ll start acting normal, it’s just that piece of wrapping…“

“There were probably more people in that bathroom that night, some of them probably had sex…”

Some freshman kid accidentaly walked in Monty, and him being, well, him, grabbed kid by shirt and pushed to the wall.

“Watch where you’re walking”, he said.

“I’m… I’m… I’m sorry”, kid picked up his books from the floor and quickly walked away.

“I’m embarassed just by standing next to you”, I said. “What was that for?”

“He walked in me”, Monty clearly didn’t see anything wrong about his hehaviour.

“That’s not what you do, when someone walks in just by accident!”

I spotted girl walking down the hall, looking down at the phone, I started walking towards her, pretending I’m looking for something in my bag and soon we walked into each other. After few ‘sorry’s’, ‘no, no, it’s okay”, she walked away. I turned to Monty.

“See? That’s what you should do.”

“I have reputation, I can’t loose my face”

“Reputation of a bully. You know more people would like you if actually stopped bulling everyone”.

He didn’t say anything, just rolled his eyes.

***

When lessons had finished Jessica, Sheri and I went for cheer practice.

“Okay girls, we have busy next week”, coach told when we were stretching before practice. “We have an assembly on Tuesday, basketball game on Wednesday and baseball game on Friday and we’re doing all of them.“

“Since when we do cheerleading on baseball games?”, Sheri asked.

“It’s still just an idea, we’ll do it once and see if it works. There is one more thing”, Mrs. Montez chuckled. “I spoke to the teams’ coaches and you know, it’ll be firsts games of the seasons, and the opponents are hard, um, that’s what they said, so they asked if you could, you know distract them a little bit?”, she was clearly uncomfortable asking for that.

Oh, somebody thought cheerleading is all about supporting your team and spreading good energy or something? Bullshit. It was mostly about distracting the other team with short skirts and splits.

“I guess we can shake ass a little”, Jessica snorted.

We performed on basketball game during halftime. We danced to Selena Gomez’s Me & My Girls* and let’s just say that me winking and mouthing lyrics, and I always lip sync during performance, like “I know we’re making you thirsty” or “You can look but don’t touch, I’m not here to hook up, I’m just here to turn on” did not help the other team stay concentrated on the game.

Monty was watching everything from the bleachers, I glanced at him few times just to see him basically eye-fucking me. Liberty Tigers won, with Zach being MVP of the game, as usual, after few celebrating jumps and handsprings I started picking up my stuff.

“I have a question, but promise you won’t slap me”, Monty suddenly showed up next to me.

“Just hearing this makes me wanna slap you”, I said without looking at him.

“Whatever, I’ll take the risk. You wanna hook up sometime?”, he asked.

“Subtle”, I sighed and turned to face him. “Thank you, but no. See you around”,

I took my bag, passed him and went to my car.

“Oh come on, you liked it last time”, he cought me up.

“Monty, half of the girls in this school wish they could make out with a devil, it’s you, go molest someone else”, I rolled my eyes.

“Then why did you teased me with that winking and cocky smiles during dancing?”

I bit my lower lip. Fine, maybe I was teasing him a little bit again, but this little fucker deserved it.

“You’re sucker for this cheerleader suit, huh?”, I laughed throwing my bag at the backseat. “Fine, maybe there is some sexual tension between us”, I finally admitted, “but it doesn’t mean we have to do something about it.”

“It’s unhealty, you know?”

Suddenly I came up with something. He played baseball and damn, he was good, but not THAT good. Plus home run wasn’t easy to score.

“Okay, we’ll make a bet”, I said finally.

“I’m listening” he smiled and leaned on my car.

“It will be baseball metaphor, and I’m not too good at it, so focus”, I cleared my throat. “You do home run on Friday’s game, you get third base with me”, I said looking him straight in the eyes.

He squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and answered, “Deal”.

***

He fucking did it. Not only that he got home run. He got two. We did the same performance we had done at basketball game, I lipsynced, winked, when he was going to batter’s field I accidentally droppen one pompom and bent down to reach it, knowing he was looking at me, everything just to distract him at least a little bit, but no, the second he hit the ball, everyone new it was gonna be a home run.

“Fuck”, I mumbled at it took me good few seconds before I realised I should cheer.

Before his second home run, he literally pointed at me.

“What was that about?”, Justin was seating at the bleacher above the place where cheerleaders were standing and he could talk to us.

“We made a bet”, I said. “About, umm, chemistry project”.

Before he could answer something Montgomery Fucking de la Cruz got his second home run.

“Well, looks like he’s not gonna do much about that project”, Foley said after everyone stopped cheering.

“Yeah, looks like whole work’s gonna be on me…”, I sighed as I spotted Monty winking at me.

***

*This song is dirty as fuck, just like this whole fandom, trust me

Let me know what you think, hope you like it even though it’s a mess lol

SIRIUS BLACK APPRECIATION POST

BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH but of course no one could love him as much as Remus does


Seriously though??


Like can you just imagine what Sirius felt when he found out he was disowned by his family because damn that must have hurt a fuck ton. It doesn’t matter if he hates them—they’re still family. And maybe, just maybe, he had been hoping against hope that they would change, no matter how impossible it may be, because Sirius Black is one arrogant little shit. But instead they disown him, forced his brother to immediately cut off all sorts of contact with him, and he was all alone again, but this time it was for real.

Because him being blasted off the family tree meant that no one stood up to defend his name in his absence. No one in his family gave a fuck about him, as they all stood there, assembled in the room, silently watching Wulburga Black exile her eldest son from the bloodline.

And, god, it hurt so damn much. The worst part? He had to act like everything was all dandy, because if he didn’t, people would start asking questions, and eventually, everyone would find out about it. And he didn’t want that. So he smiled and laughed and joked about, but there was always an ever present aching in his chest. He was getting quite used to it, actually, smiling through the pain. Because that’s all he ever learned to do when he had nothing left.

But Remus, oh, sweet Remus, he saw through the façade. He saw the the way his smile never truly reached his eyes, the carefully concealed pain behind his lighthearted words, the way Sirius would space out more than usual. Remus knew something was wrong, but if Sirius didn’t feel like telling him yet, then he wouldn’t prod for answers. All he needed to do was be there and make sure that Sirius knew this as well. And he did. Sirius definitely noticed that Remus joked about around him more often, and that the lycanthrope made sure that they were almost always somehow touching—a hand on the small of his back, an arm slung around his shoulder, hands brushing against his ever so lightly, and tight, crushing hugs—and he tried not to break down every time Remus gave him a warm smile, or when he would kindly correct Sirius’ mistakes instead of laughing at them.

Then Sirius had stumbled across the Common Room, drunk and pissed at the late hours of the night when no one else was awake, except for, of course, Lupin, who was leaning against the wall near the fireplace, waiting for his friend to come back. And he just blew up, shouting god forsaken shit at the other boy, calling him names and so much more, and he knew he had hurt Remus—he fucking knew, and it broke him, because he was actually saying them to himself more—but Remus never left his side.

“Are you finished?” he had asked, his face devoid of any emotion. When Sirius didn’t answer, the prefect strode over toward him, hands casually tucked inside the pockets of his pyjama shorts. “If you were trying to get to me, Pads, it didn’t really work, because I should have you know that most of those things you’ve said, I’ve been saying to myself. I know that you’re trying to push me away, but I’m a stubborn bastard, so you better learn to accept that and let me help you, or I’m not going to stop trying.”

And Sirius broke down, because finally—finally—someone cared. He didn’t give a bloody fuck if that sounded selfish, but after years of being raised to become perfect, to be someone he wasn’t, and have people care about him because of that image, he just snapped. All the years of pain and tiredness had come flooding out and he didn’t even protest as Remus enveloped him in a hug, murmuring comforts into his ears, and basically just becoming the anchor that Sirius needed so desperately because everything was always being taken away from him, and he knew that he needed something permanent—something stable and real and just there.

And that was Remus.

I’m so weak right now because of this wowza but I dont know how this turned into a Wolfstar post but I also really love Remus Lupin??? Also I don’t get why Lupin’s often projected as innocent and strict but with a good sense of humor so I just want to point out that he’s a stubborn and mischievous ass too ok bye

So I was looking through @somethingsimplexox ‘s text posts and I found this gem.

But I looked closer at those two love birds and what I saw I hadn’t caught before.

HE HAD HIS FREAKIN’ HAND ON HER BUTT I SWEAR ADRIEN AGRESTE!!!
*incoherent noises*

though that explains the extremely happy / blessed wowed expression.

BTS Reaction when they are at the same award show as their idol s/o after just starting to date. (but it is a secret that they are dating)

Seokjin: He wouldn’t look at you when he was sitting down in the crowd, but once he was on stage he would constantly sneak glances at you as he preformed. Not too many glances as he wouldn’t want to get caught.

Originally posted by jongtaekwoon

Suga: He is mostly serious while on stage, but once his eyes land on you he is a smiling mess. Which causes you stress since you don’t want to be caught this early in the relationship. But despite all of that, you smile back.

Originally posted by chimchams

Hoseok: Pop it, lock it, don’t stop it, drop it. He would put on a show, body rolls, just perfect dancing so he can impress only you. You would be a blushing mess.

Originally posted by jinkooks

Namjoon: He would rap with so much passion picking the most romantic songs to preform (expensive girl tf). He wouldn’t even be able to look at you because once his eyes locked onto yours, he wouldn’t be able to take them off. He wouldn’t want to raise suspicions so he hoped that you would know the songs were for you.

Originally posted by yourtypicalasianfangirl

Jimin: This little bitch would sneak heart to you the whole damn award show wtf.

Originally posted by beui

Taehyung: He would be so hype when you would preform (not like he is when everyone preforms). He would just be a little extra hype once you go up. 

Originally posted by eyesmiletrash

Jungkook: This little meme would think about you the whole performance and once he does the floor grind thing, he thinks about you under him and gets a full on boner which almost everyone gets on camera. Whoops, go jungcook. He would apologize for the situation afterwards feeling extremely embarrassed.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Hey guys, it’s admin Kale! I know I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve had school and work. I am now available and I’m going to stay up late to finish these asks (even though I have to get up early for work and it’s going to kick my ass, be grateful that I love you all).

I found out how to put gifs in the requests yayy!

- Admin Kale

The Original Plot of Epic Mickey 2

I found out today that the person who posted the original story line of Epic Mickey 2, before it was rewritten because of time constraints, deleted their blog without a warning. Though I don’t know them personally, I hope they are ok and things are going well for them.

That being said, I decided to repost the orginal over here since the post is no longer available. I do not take any credit for finding this. all that credit should go to McBasilRocks, who unfortunately I can not link due to being deactivated. I had to seriously dig to recover this, and I decided to repost it here before something happened and it was lost completely.

When I say that this was the original plot, I mean that it was the VERY original plot. And this wasn’t fan made either- as explained in the post, this was found while digging through the Wikipedia page for Epic Mickey, and was taken down by DISNEY for leaking prior to the game’s release.

Anyways; here’s the post, word-for-word, about the very very original plot of Epic Mickey 2:

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Ari Beats the Gatekeepers Part 1 or.. Ari Knew She Was Right So She Went Around Those In Her Way

Unfortunately, due to the lack of clear guidelines and training in all levels of government regarding policy on transgender name and gender changes.. transgender people need to be prepared, they need to know more than ‘the supervisor,’ they need to be polite, but confident and assertive, and maybe someday, the gate-keeping will stop for all of us. Well, we can dream!

Today was a difficult day filled with aggravation and disappointment.. however, today was also a wonderful day topped off with a victory over red tape and a would be gatekeeper.

If you have been following my story long enough, you may remember I legally changed my name and updated my driver’s license and social security card information in May of 2016. Well, I was also in the midst of my divorce during that time. I wanted to apply for a passport since I never had one before. I filled out the paperwork over the summer and set it aside. I wanted to be able to apply with the divorce date filled in so the records were accurate. I decided, “no rush, I can wait until my divorce is final.” I did not anticipate it taking 11 months for my divorce to be final. It was not contentious.. my ex and I handled ourselves in the best manner possible in my opinion. Still, due to all of the built-in delays (30 days to respond here, 30 days to respond there) and some rather inept lawyer-ing from her representation.. it took 11 months! 

Guess when it was finally final? The irony.. it was Inauguration Day! That’s right, I waited to send out my passport application due to that one little box not being able to show that I was legally divorced and in doing so, I am one of the transgender people now holding my breath to see if I sent it in time. In time for what, you ask? In time to be treated like a human being rather than be treated like a criminal by the wretched hive of scum and villainy that is now the white house.

Anyhow, one of my loved ones had to be admitted to the hospital on the 19th, just one day before my divorce was final.. this threw a new wrinkle in things as I took the needed time to care for my loved one. She had to be top priority. My passport application waited another two weeks for me. (My loved one is due to be released tomorrow - yay!!!)

Finally, yesterday I went into my local post office which is also an acceptance facility for passport applications. I asked the woman working the passport desk to take a new photo for me because the Walgreens employee made me look like a grandma in my first attempt at getting an acceptable picture. This woman had kind eyes and she was also very knowledgeable and patient. She went through all of the paperwork I brought… my physician’s statement, my legal name change court order, my photocopy of my id.. then she paused.. 

“Is this the only birth certificate you have?” she asked. I said, “Yes, Why??” (as my heart began to sink)

“I’m sorry, but you need the long form and this is the short form. They will reject it immediately if your parent’s names are not on the copy.”

My heart sank as she told me I could get a copy the same day if I went to one of the Cook County Vital Records locations. I thanked her and decided I would just take the next day off (Friday) and take care of it. I double-checked the website when I got home and confirmed that the nice woman at the post office was correct. She had not given me bad information. I just missed that detail in my research. 

I started Friday morning at the dentist getting my newly prepared crown put in place of the temporary crown I got 3 weeks ago. Once that was complete, I was off to the Vital Statistics room of the Bridgeview Illinois Court House. Of course this involves going through a TSA like security (only not as invasive). They had the lines split for men and women. I of course went through the women’s line. They were nice enough and there were no issues. I found the right room, took a number and waited. I got called up to a station and told the woman that I needed a long form birth certificate. I showed her the short form one that I had (with my original birth name), my court order for my name change, and my current license. She started punching things into the computer then went to get a supervisor. Of course, I could already tell this was not going smoothly, but I hoped the supervisor knew the drill and knew that everything I brought was more than sufficient to prove who I was. NOPE! She told me that there was no way they could issue me MY birth certificate since my driver’s license now stated a different name. She said that I could be anybody. I had given her a stamped and sealed COURT ORDER for the name change and she told me she could not help me. 

I was so dumbfounded by the inept logic that I did not have the words to argue as she handed me a form to fill out and ship to Springfield Illinois so that I could have my birth certificate updated (a process that takes 4 to 6 weeks) BEFORE they could help me. Of course, as you can tell from the title of this post, I knew this supervisor was wrong. I decided then and there that I would visit each of the 5 other Cook County locations that day until I found a supervisor that knew the actual guidelines. Of course, because of the extended conversation about my gender and my name change with many people behind me waiting for their turn.. I had about 12 pairs of eyes looking quizzically at me when I turned around to leave. That’s okay though, because I smiled at them all, knowing I was right and that this was not a true road block. I imagine I had a rather determined look on my face..

It turns out, I only had to visit one more location! That’s right, after another twenty minutes of driving, the helpful people at the nearby Markham, IL location sorted me out in a matter of minutes (well, after I waited in line for about 25 minutes). The clerk did ask for a supervisor, but she returned just to tell me that I should make sure to also send the right form to Springfield, IL so that my birth certificate would match my ID in the future. I promised her that I would. I paid for two copies of my birth certificate and thanked the woman.

I glided out of there, feeling like I had just won a major victory. I knew I had enough time to get to the post office and still get my passport application out that very same day. I drove straight there (an hour drive back by that point). It was the same woman who had to turn me away the day before. I said cheerfully, “Hello again! I have the correct long form birth certificate, although I had to go to two different locations to get it!” I explained what had happened to her and she basically shook her head and lamented that it was sad I had to go through all that. She carefully went through all of my documents and told me that everything looked good and that I was all set. I paid for expedited processing and my passport application is now on an airplane.

I went home, filled out the form I was given to change my birth certificate and went back to the post office to get that sent out along with another physician’s letter and legal name change court order. This should not impact my passport application, because with expedited processing it should be finished by the time they get to my birth certificate change in Springfield (a slower process by all accounts). If my passport gets rejected because the birth certificate I sent has my old name and the system gets updated and shows my birth certificate has changed.. then resubmitting will be fine and less complicated because my birth certificate will show the correct gender and they will have no reason to question it or to deny it. What a tangled web.

By this point it was late in the afternoon and I was elated to have all of that done, but I also had several stress knots in my neck. I looked across the street and saw one of the salons that I frequent. I decided to get a blow out (they also give you complimentary neck and shoulder massages). The girl doing my hair did a great job and had some suggestions for a cut as well. I plan to go back on Wednesday for a cut, but went with just the blowout for today.

The point of writing all of this out is that I hope it is helpful for anyone else dealing with this. Even if you have only one county court house you can visit, perhaps going on a different day and getting a different clerk will get you different results. It is unfortunately a toss of the dice every time we as transgender people have to deal with changes to identification documents.
Be in the know, do your research, know more than the supervisors, be prepared to politely but assertively stand up for what you know to be the correct process. You could also even suggest that they call another location to ask how they handle it if they are unsure. 

I titled this post with “part 1,” because I am fully aware, that there is a strong chance that either my passport application or birth certificate update request will be denied. As long as one of them comes back as expected, then I know the next attempt should be the last to get this all finalized. Of course, Mr. Drumpf could sign an executive order on Monday that calls all of this into question and both of my requests could be halted. If that happens I will immediately contact the lawyer who represented me for my divorce (she is also a transgender woman) and together we will take on the U.S. Government if we have to. 

I will keep standing up for myself and keep going to any lengths to make sure I am not denied. You should do the same 😉

-Ari

My goal in sharing my transition is to represent transgender people in the positive light that we all deserve. Re-blogs are always okay if they are for this purpose, but if you are a fetish blog or fetish website then I want nothing to do with you and you do not have my permission to use my images.

Hey ya’ll, sorry I’ve been so quiet lately - potato business being very time consuming (still can’t really talk about it yet, but hopefully soon) plus not having the chance to make things to post equals a very quiet blog. ^^; But I did want to keep ya’ll updated on a few important things. I’m just about done with the Chapter Three script, but before I even post the Chapter Three cover I want to update File Not Found (part 3), post the first part of Hello World, and perhaps start another…thing. Maybe. I also had an idea for like, a little thing that ties into Chapter Three. Which I could release (and probably will end up releasing) after the chapter starts, but I’d prefer not to. Anywho, there’s a bunch of careful planning involved, and I want to make sure all my ducks are in a row before getting started with the next chapter even though the wait is killing meeeeee.

Now, I know with all this I run the risk of some people just wanting me to stop with the side comic stuff and just update the main comic, but it’s really important that I start this stuff now - just trust me on that. I’ve been planning for all these things to really get going around the time of this chapter, and I think the payoff will be worth it. I have faith that it will. I anticipate Chapter Three being a bit shorter than the first two chapters (plus the prologue) so just think of this all being an extension of Chapter Three.

Still, the best advice I’ve gotten so far is to have fun with the process. And I am having fun with it. I hope you’re all having fun too :)

Thanks again for everyone’s patience, I really really appreciate it. I know it’s not easy waiting for something exciting, but by being patient you’re making it really easy for me to focus on making this experience as good as I can for ya’ll. So thank you <3

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So I guess it’s time to come out of the closet:
I’m autistic! 🙂

I found out within the past few weeks, and I was considering whether or not I should post this, since there’s certainly a stigma associated with Autism. I was also debating how much information people other than my close friends should know about my life, especially knowing how judgmental strangers can be, without rhyme or reason. In the end, though, I decided that this is a new important aspect of my identity, and I should be open and honest about it.

At first I had difficulty accepting myself, and I deactivated my social media to reflect on the matter. One of the main questions going through my mind was: “how have other people viewed me for my whole life?” But I realize that other people’s opinions must not have been too big of an issue if I was able to live almost normally without finding out until college.

I’m also certainly not ashamed to be autistic. It may have made it more difficult to socialize, upkeep conversations or interactions, maintain friendships, make social decisions, and express interest in many topics throughout my life.. However, I’m glad that I’ve been able to see that these issues have been occurring and to understand how they’ve contributed to much of my regular self-frustration. This insight, along with finally knowing the source of many of my frustrations, will help me overcome various obstacles in the future.

Having this much self-realization in such a short amount of time also made me think about some relatively tough decisions. I began to wonder if I was truly enjoying college. If not, I wondered if I should just live with my parents and teach myself about my favorite subjects at home rather than continuing to attend Northwestern. I also wondered whether I should give up my love for social media based upon what others think of me. And, in the end, I came to the conclusion that both of these decisions would have been too drastic; Northwestern is a great college to receive an education, and I will never let opinions bring me down that low—to the point that I withdraw from society.

It’s been a strange couple of weeks, but I believe that knowing this about myself will help me work through challenges in my life and help me become a better person. I really try to only be kind to others; I’m sorry if I’ve come off differently to anybody, in any way. I don’t see Autism as anything “wrong” with me, and I’m happy to live in a society where autistic people can achieve greatness, along with everyone else. I’m looking forward to living my true self and my continual quest for self-knowledge.

PS: These photos are from a photoshoot I did with my friend Yasmine in the rain! The symbol on my shirt is an autistic pride symbol. The first picture is me jumping, and the second and third are reaction shots after landing. ☺️

anonymous asked:

hi! i keep seeing you reblog stuff about women and fic and i just want to say: i was that 14 year old girl who read gay fic and swore up and fucking down i was as straight as they come because i was fucking TERRIFIED like i dreamt about kissing a girl once and i basically refused to sleep because if i didn't sleep i wouldn't think about kissing girls and i'd still be normal. fanfiction literally helped me come to terms with myself and i'm pretty sure i'd still be in denial if i'd never found it

Oh anon, let me tell you, I was that 14 year old girl too. Though I was … haha, I had a longer way to go.

I used to be the most homophobic, vile little piece of shit. I’d make posts on fanficrants (once I got a livejournal, which was, uh, when I was 17-18) about how characters weren’t GAY what was WRONG with fangirls? I’d complain to my friends about how not everything had to be gay. I would watch shows (mostly anime) as a teenager and muse about how I didn’t GET why people made the stuff between Male Character 1 and Male Character 2 gay. 

And yet.

The first completed original piece of fiction I wrote, which I finished when I was 16, was incredibly fucking gay – I still have it, all 236 handwritten pages of it, and good lord. None of the characters in it act even remotely straight. I had an assignment as a 12 year old in art class to design a cartoon character and I basically designed an incredibly butch lizard. Pitching it to myself as “trying to understand why people ship gay stuff,” I wrote an uncompleted piece of original fiction (before the first completed one) that just involved literally everybody being gay. My mother and I had a small tiff about it without talking directly about it, just her saying she knew the sort of stuff I wrote in my spare time. My gayness was always there. I just didn’t know it.

By the time I was 17 I was aware that maybe I wasn’t really … completely … straight, but as a deep-set Mormon in the middle of “the Mormon corridor” (Idaho, Utah, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada) I shoved it out of my mind and tried not to think about it, until my first girlfriend confessed to me once during a sleepover and I confessed back. 

A lot of my self discovery process at that time was through fanfic. I’d been really noisy and annoying about how much I didn’t ship one (canon-intended) gay ship in my fandom of the time, Fire Emblem, and I wrote a 2000-ish word piece about that ship just using it to explore my own sexuality, my conflicted feelings about it. The deeper I dug into fandom to try and work out my feelings, the more comfortable with myself I became. It didn’t matter if it was m/m or f/f. I tinkered with both. I realized that I’d always kind of shipped Rei/Usagi from Sailor Moon, and just sold it to myself as caring a lot about their friendship. My first girlfriend and I, long before we confessed to each other, had shyly admitted we were both sort of interested in Kurama/Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho. I ran a fanfic competition (back when those were a thing) in one of my main fandoms and the winning fic made me cry with feelings I hadn’t understood at the time, but did now. 

I’m never going to buy into the purity discourse about what women – straight, gay, bi, whatever – should or shouldn’t ship, what characters are “healthy” for them to identify with, what fiction they are or aren’t supposed to consume, because in those years of my life, fandom was my only outlet. I still remember being 19 and making a terrified post on my livejournal about being bi (which I thought I was, at the time). How unhappy and uncomfortable I was with myself. How for years I told myself I hadn’t really loved my first girlfriend and, for a long time, even refused to call her my first girlfriend or my ex. How fandom is where I found other women like me, writing gay stuff like the stuff I was getting more and more interested in. Fiction is an important tool to help us discover ourselves. That doesn’t end when you get to fanfiction just because it’s based on already-existing work. (If anything, doesn’t that make it even more of a tool to discover ourselves?) 

So yeah. I’ve been there. And because I’ve been there and it was what made me discover who I was, I’m always going to support women getting to have that same experience. I often think of myself as a late bloomer in terms of my gayness, but the fact is there are people discovering themselves out there every moment of every day. Some younger than me. Some older than me. And they should all have that chance. 

Hello all This is an update and somewhat a break regarding the tumblrs future and yes I am breaking away from the character description I started adding to each post.

As some of you who have followed the tumblr will know late last year I tried experimenting with a potential friendship problem adventure story that I had fun drawing with some of the scenariosI put book horse and apple horse in XD . But honestly since the beginning have struggled to come up with a humorous idea on how to warp it up. Not only that but in the recent months I have found myself losing interest or getting slightly stressed on what else I can do with Twi and AJ weekly This tumblr was inspired by Rarijack daily and I though Twijack would be a breeze but its not ,thats partly because I want to keep the images close to the cannon as possible and leave really shippy images to other twijack fans.

This is going to sound silly but I sort have lost my drive to make anything MLP at the moment, though considering I have been with the pony train since early 2011 you have to cut me some slack to essentially take a break from the world of Equestria and focus on other fandoms and personal projects which I have a lot of passion for right now )You can blame Anime for this ^^;). My new direction in my Life is to go in to Picture book / comics as a professional and I can not let side projects like Twijacky weekly eat up all my spare time then I desperately want to have something  unique original to do with jowybean. Now I am in no way shape or form saying I am leaving the fandom or going to become an antibrony I still find ideas popping in to my head for future  pony art and twijack images. I just find everything about MLP G4 kind of Meh at the moment.

Now regarding this information the tumblr is not stopping either its just not going to continue the friendship problem storyline or be updated weekly.  From now on it will be updated with cute sketches or illustrations of the duo only if I think they would make a great addition to the roster of Twijacky imagery I have previously made. I imagine when the new pony season and movie rolls around the inspiration will come rushing back to me and the enjoyment for the tumblr will be refilled :).

I apologise if this annoys/ disappoints you in anyway as i did the exact thing when I attempted luna comic in 2013-2014 and stopped that because well big fan projects for me are hard too keep on top of. I have been drawing way before G4 ponies was a thing guys and I have so many wonderful opportunities as a professional artist that I need to take advantage of before I regret missing them because of being a crony artist.

I feel more assured that I am sharing this with you now rather then letting it die slightly or press on and make it a chore that drains me. If i kept forcing the lacklustre twijack work guys, you would tell I was running dry on ideas soon enough. MLP just dose not have the same magic I felt for it in the early days and eventually it will in some way fade away for me. not ever die out just become another thing I enjoyed being a part of like any other geek thing in our life’s, trends come and go and its a natural response as time moves forward and we grow up in this crazy world.

Whatever happens with me and my love for MLP I applause the diehard fans that can enjoy everything pony to the fullest. And I am am very grateful for so many people taking the time and interest to follow this silly tumblr for two characters I really like.  

until next post which hopefully will not be too long Laters and bro hoof Jowybean

anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to an MC who just got stung by a wasp or bee? I recently got stung by a wasp and now my hand is all swollen ^^;;

Oh no! I consider myself lucky because I have yet to bee stung (hahahahah get it) and I hope I never will that shit looks painful T.T Did you clean the wound properly? Apparently honey really helps to soothe stings, but don’t use it if you’re allergic! I hope you get better soon ~

Also sorry but for now even if it’s a long post, I’m not going to put anything under a cut. I don’t want to risk losing any more of my stuff =.=

-Sevensity




Yoosung:

Happened to my bro when he was like 8, we were in my Gradmother’s garden and wanted to catch butterflies, so my bro saw a bumblebee and he was like “it’s fuzzy, colorful, and flies…therefore it’s a butterfly” bless his soul

  • Summer had arrived, and with it came a clear, breezy day, that weather where the sun warms you up but the wind cools you down at just the right moment
  • It was a perfect time to go butterfly catching
  • So collected your net, sunscreen, food, and one (1) Yoosung before precipitating yourself towards a nearby park
  • Tbh he didn’t really want to participate because he’s scared of hurting the butterflies oh my god hold me back this boy is so precious
  • But he was fine cheering you on from the sidelines, after all your happiness is his happiness
  • It wasn’t long before you spotted a Monarch butterfly perched atop a nearby flower bush, and in one fell swoop, you catch it in your net
  • Yoosung is like woah that’s my girl look at her what a pro
  • But you hadn’t thought that there might be other small critters lying among the flowers
  • So as you reached over to close the net, you felt a sharp pain in the meaty part of your palm
  • Yoosung appeared right beside you before you could even start to cry, pulling an emergency med kid out of his backpack as he took your hand in his and begins to treat your wound
  • “It’s okay, don’t cry,” he said, kissing your brow.  Although Yoosung was a bit nervous since the love of his life was in pain, his words were so soft and soothing that as they washed over you, the pain gradually faded and you were left with nothing but the warmth of his hand over yours
  • For the next few days, Yoosung constantly checked up on you, and told you to limit the use of your hand
  • He applied ointment to prevent any swelling and discomfort, and basically just took such good care of you the wound vanished in a few days
  • You lowkey wanted to become an animal just so that you could visit Doctor Yoosung and have him treat you


Zen:

  • It was quite simple really, you were crouched in front of a flower bed, smelling their sweet fragrance, while Zen sat beside you, thinking about how much you looked like a flower fairy
  • But then a bee sorta plopped onto your thigh, and in your surprise, you tried to brush it off, but the bee ended up stinging you before it fell onto the ground
  • Your yelp of pain brought Zen back from his reverie, and he cradled you against his chest, asking you why you were suddenly crying
  • Babe I think something stung me and it really hurts
  • He went from 1 to 100 real quick, his eyes blazing in fury as he tried to find The Villainous One Who Injured My Princess™
  • He’s all like @ bee: (ง'̀-‘́)ง come at me u ‘lil bitch
  • Zen the bee is already quite dead
  • He whisked you away towards the nearest first aid station, and held onto you the entire time you were getting the sting cleaned up and covered
  • Insisted that he carry you home, because he seemed to be under the impression that if you walked, your leg might fall off
  • Once you got home, he placed you on the couch and ordered you to stay put for the rest of the day
  • But he knelt before you and…
  • Being the romantic bastard (I use this word in a nice way here don’t hate me) he is, Zen lifted your leg up to his lips and kissed the bandage
  • “From now on, I will not lose to anything.  No human, nor bug, nor any other formidable foe will ever hurt you again, be they large or small.”
  • I mean as sweet as that sounds, just imagine Zen hovering around you with an aerosol can in his hand whenever you go outside, constantly spraying bug repellent everywhere so it just sorta hangs around you like a cloud
  • Are you trying to poison me Zen do you really wanna pull some Romeo and Juliet shit Zen are you really that dramatic Zen

Jaehee:

  • At first, the both of you thought that adding tables outside the cafe for customers to use was a good idea
  • But neither of you thought of the horrible things leftover sweets attracted
  • One day, while you were clearing up a table littered with half-eaten cake on a side not who dares not finish their cake why would you even consider such a thing???, you picked up a plate an immediately dropped it after feeling something stabbing your finger
  • The plate shattered against the ground, and you felt your heart beating in your index finger
  • Jaehee never heard you cuss so loud
  • She rushed outside to see what all the commotion was about, and saw you clutching your hand, face red and eyes watering
  • Now Jaehee is smart, with just a single look, she can tell exactly what’s wrong
  • Baehee ushered you inside, telling you not to worry about the plate, not to worry about your finger, not to worry about anything because she is there and will take care of you
  • She apologized to the customers, saying that she had something important to take care of, and wouldn’t be available for a few minutes
  • In a flash, she had everything laid out and ready to use, carefully pulling out the wasp’s stinger, wrapping a hand towel around your finger before giving you ice
  • You felt bad for disrupting both of your work, but she again told you to stop fretting
  • She made you stay behind for half an hour, until the ice was almost completely gone, before allowing you to come back again
  • Though she insisted that you only use one had , and limit yourself to the smaller tasks
  • When you both went home that day, Jaehee settled you on her couch and declared that she was going to feed you herself
  • But Jaehee I have two hands you know
  • She wouldn’t hear any of it though
  • “Fine, then how about you use your other hand to feed me in turn?”
  • It turned into a fluff fest and ended with both of you giggling hard, chocolate pudding smeared across both of your faces, cheeks flushed, that day’s incident long forgotten 
  • Mmh and then Jaehee offered to “clean up” the pudding on your face, and so another sort of fest begun


Jumin:

  • I’m like 700% sure that he’s already safe-proofed his entire penthouse
  • There are no bugs, no critters to be seen anywhere, even out in the garden, the only insects you see are the harmless ones
  • I guess with money, anything really is possible
  • EXCEPT, bees
  • Jumin was aware how important bees were for the environments as well as his garden, so he allowed the existence of bees to continue in his otherwise no-bug haven
  • But this led him to the fake belief that bees were completly harmless creatures
  • I mean for the most part they are but accidents still occur
  • And an accident was exactly what happened when you wandered too close to a bee hive
  • Luckily, you managed to escape with only one sting (actually I heard that even if you aren’t allergic at first, if you’re stung multiple times you can develop an allergy and die???) but it still caused enough pain to make you tear up
  • Jumin Mental Equation: You+Crying+Swollen Arm= MC has a fatal illness
  • Rushed you to the hospital despite your complains
  • Jumin I need tweezers and an ice pack, not an X-Ray and an IV
  • Did feel a bit embarrassed when the doctor told  him it’s just a bee sting
  • He had his arm around you the entire day after that, except when you fell asleep in the afternoon
  • When you woke up, Jumin was nowhere to be seen
  • The guards said he was in the garden
  • As you approached that place, you heard his voice talking to someone
  • You peaked around the corner and
  • Ju MIN??!
  • This dude was wearing a beekeeper outfit, in a cutesy kitten pattern to boot
  • But what shocked you the most was that he was trying to have a discussion with the bee hive
  • Or maybe, telling the bees off for hurting you was more accurate
  • Which did nothing but aggravate said bees, who were now swarming around him in a rather angry manner
  • Jumin you’re an absolute dork but that’s part of the reason why I adore you so much


V:

  • Really though, unless he’s there with you when it happens, the blind man will not notice your injuries, even if you happened to get your head chopped off
  • That’s really sad actually
  • When you were out in the garden tending he flowers and got stung by a wasp, it hurt, but you were adamant about not letting V find out
  • Imagine how he would feel if you got hurt but he wasn’t there beside you?
  • So you were biting your lip, fighting back tears as you rushed to treat yourself, when V came in
  • “Sweetheart? What are you doing?” he asked after hearing you rummaging around in the cabinets for tweezers.
  • “Ah, um, nothing!”
  • He reached out for you, and instinctively you did the same
  • V’s fingers brushed against your swelling forearm, and felt you flinch away
  • He froze
  • “”Did you…did you injure yourself?”
  • “It’s…it’s nothing major, just a wasp sting.”
  • “Oh my God, MC I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize before, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice your pain.
  • The poor boy looked like he was about to cry, and clutched at his fkn gorgeous hair in distress
  • See this is exactly what I mean the poor man blames himself too much
  • You assured him that it was all okay, that you knew how to take care of your own wounds, and that if he wanted to make you feel better, he could stay near you
  • But after that incident, V suddenly decided to get the surgery
  • “What happens if something like this happens again,” he said, “I want to be able to prevent you from getting hurt again.”


Seven:

This happened to my friend in the same situation (except it was in a towel fort me and my friends had made),  we all found it so hilarious that even though she was crying from the pain, she still laughed along with us. What a touching story excuse me while I wipe away my tears

  • You managed to convince him to go to a public pool with you
  • Now this place had a really big grassy area with lots of shade, so you decide to sit down
  • But unluckily for you, you only wore your bathing suit and had your towel wrapped around your shoulders
  • And even more unluckily for you, there was a bumblebee bumbling around in your choice area to sit
  • Naturally, the little fuzzy fella was squashed to death, but not before his stinger was neatly lodged in your butt cheek
  • SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING OWWWW!!!!!!
  • The Defender of Justice Magically Appears!! He just kind of blinked at you while you were feeling up your butt tho
  • “Do you need some help with that, miss?”
  • Immediately became concerned when he saw you crying though, and pulled you into a tight embrace
  • “Honey what’s wrong?”
  • “S-Seven…I think I sat on a bumblebee.”
  • You felt him tense up
  • Then you felt him start to quiver
  • Bastard you better not be doing what I think you’re doing
  • Sure enough, Seven was trying to suppress his laughter, but when you pouted at him, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore
  • “Ahahaha! You sat on a bumblebee! I wonder what the view was like from down there…what did it see in it’s last moments? I bet it was a glorious sight to behold.”
  • You cheeky bastard pun 117% intended
  • Rest assured though, he gave you the best first aid care, especially given the location of your wound
  • After all was said done, Seven sighed wistfully and said, “But in all honesty, letting a bumblebee go somewhere so private…are you sure you weren’t having an affair?” also reference 249% intended
  • “No?”
  • “Good,” he says, leaning closer to your ear. “You better not bee.”
  • That night y’all watched The Bee Movie and he frequently whispered “That could be us but you playin’.”
  • What exactly he was insinuating, you did not know.


Saeran:

  • You went out to his favorite ice cream stall on a sweltering summer day
  • He went back for seconds while you waited at a nearby bench
  • Your hair fell over your shoulder as you leaned forward towards your half-eaten cone, so you lifted a hand to brush the locks back and –
  • OUCH!
  • You hadn’t noticed, but a sneaky wasp had flown into your hair, and you’d accidentally squished it a bit between your hair and collarbone
  • Real talk: when you get any sort of injury directly over bone, it fucking hurts
  • So when Saeran came back to see you crying, he was floored
  • Did I make her wait too long? Did someone hurt her? Did- wait what the hell is that?
  • He took one look at the swelling on your collarbone and decided that someone had tried to kill you
  • Ah Saeran, I’ve met a lot of people before who jump to the most unlikely conclusions possible but you reaaally take the cake
  • Though your tears weren’t something he wanted to see, so anxiously he patted your head and asked what happened
  • You explained to him, that you think you were stung by a wasp
  • Like Zen, Saeran looked around, trying to find someone to fight
  • Saeran who gives a damn about the wasp this sting hurts like a bitch
  • Tol bean wasn’t sure what to do though. There wasn’t no one to beat up, he he didn’t know how to take care of a wasp sting, and your crying was just making him want to cry
  • So Saeran, in a flurry, grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him
  • “It’s okay,” he said, “I know someone who can help. Just hang in there, okay?”
  • Saeran pls stop talking like I’m mortally wounded
  • With that he took off at break-neck speed in the direction of who knows where, pulling you along in his wake but shit this guy can go
  • Yeah, you still felt the throbbing pain beneath your neck, but Saeran ran so fast your were practically flying through the air behind him
  • A few minutes later, you found yourself at Yoosung’s doorstep, Saeran spamming the doorbell until a disheveled looking ray of sunshine boy opened the door
  • Without much grace due to his sheer panic, Saeran shoved you in front of him and yelled, “Please, help me! I don’t know what to do!”
  • When things calmed down a bit and the circumstances explained, Yoosung showed Saeran how to clean a sting wound, how to properly remove a leftover stinger as well as remedies to soothe the affected area
  • Yoosung teaching Saeran new thing, and Saeran absorbing it all with shining eyes was a really effective painkiller
  • Lol it was almost worth getting stung just to witness this moment 

Vicar Amelia’s dialogue before triggering the boss fight

I haven’t seen this posted anywhere yet (even though it’s bound to have been done before), and I had it recorded, so I thought I might as well put it here

Seek the Old Blood. Let us pray, let us wish, to partake in communion. Let us partake in communion, and feast upon the Old Blood. Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears. Seek the Old Blood, but beware the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. The foul beasts will dangle nectar and lure the meek into the depths. Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented.

Amore || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by joeck

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Summary: Jack desperately wants to get a new tattoo, but has no inspiration whatsoever.

A/N: Sorry for not posting much lately guys, I hope I can get back to a regular update schedule at some point soon. But for now bare with me, lovelies!!xx




It all started when Jack was recording a video with Mikey and Conor and the subject of tattoos was thrown around. One of the questions asked what his latest tattoo was, and even though neither of the boys had any idea, the idea of once again getting a new piece of ink got him thinking. He’d known for months that he wanted something else on his right arm, and he’d been scouring the internet for ideas, but came up with nothing.

And then, one day, you walked into his apartment after driving back from visiting Zoe and Alfie in Brighton, and proceeded to immediately sprint into his bedroom and throw yourself at him, laughing loudly when he quickly wraps his arms around you and flips you over so that he was hovering over you. He brushes his lips against your and looks into your eyes with a wide smile which you reciprocated. “What are you doing home so early? Thought you said you’d probably be coming back later tonight to avoid traffic?”

You grin and kiss his lips shortly. “Wanted to surprise you.” You look over your shoulder at the camera and umbrella lights with a squint. “What’re you filming?”

“Well, I was gonna do prank calls; but then I changed my mind.” He says, and you look at him with your eyebrows furrowed. You part your lips to ask why, but before you can he presses his lips back against yours and grips onto your hips; causing you to groan and push him away, only to giggle at the pout on his lips.

You push yourself into a sitting position and kiss him quickly before pulling away and grinning at him. “You need to film.” Even with your insistent tone, he still continued to pout. “How about we film the girlfriend tag? You’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” You remind him softly, leaning forward and pushing your thumb across his jutted out lip.

He sighs quietly, and stares at you for a few seconds before sighing and nodding, gripping your cheeks in his hands and kissing you for just a while longer before pulling away and brushing his nose against yours as you look into his eyes with a smile. “I have the questions ready in a file; are we just playing it normally or are we putting a twist on things?”

“Keep in mind that I did just drive for almost three hours straight.” She laughs, looking into the viewfinder and fixing his hair as Jack walked behind the camera to make sure everything was in focus. She looks up at him over the camera and wiggles her eyebrows playfully, laughing slightly when he rolled his eyes and smirked. As he clicked a few buttons, you lean forward and rest your chin in your hand. “Have you heard Lady Gaga’s new song yet?”

“Yeah, it’s alright.” He shrugs, smiling down at the camera and worming his way back around to sit beside her at the end of his bed.

She nods slowly and yawns into her hand before talking. “It’s very un-Gaga-like.”

Jack pushed you playfully, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. “Hello everybody, welcome back to my channel. Today I’m joined by my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

She pokes his cheek with her index finger before turning her head and smiling widely at the camera. “Hello! I apologize for looking like I’ve been dragged through a pretty rough hedge, I just drove back from the Zalfie household where I spent the weekend, as many of you guys will already know.” She turns to look at Jack and laughs at the look on his face. “I’m sorry! I’m a talker, that’s just who I am!”

“Whilst I can get a few words in, I’ll let you know what we’re going to be doing today. Now, a few minutes ago I was under the impression that little miss here wouldn’t be home until later on tonight, and so I planned on doing a part two to my prank call video. But, now that she’s here, and I’ve missed her ever so much.” He winks at the camera, and you roll your eyes. “We bought it’d be a good idea to film a video which has been requested more times than I can count. Guys, this is the girlfriend tag.” He raises his arms dramatically, and you look at him with your eyebrows raised.

“I’m assuming you’re going to insert some kind of effect right there.”

“You assume correctly.” He grins, scrolling through his abundance of notes on his phone until he came across the one labeled ‘the girlfriend tag’. He brings up the questions, and silently chooses one in his mind. “Okay, let’s start off with an easy one. When is my birthday?”

You pretend to think for a moment, already planning on playing with him a little. “Um, the twenty-first of November?”

Jack scoffs and shoves her lightly. “You’re such an ass.”

“I know, right?” She grins sarcastically, looking over at him and lifting her shoulders up. “I’m only kidding, mi amore. Your birthday is on the twenty-third, Conor’s is on the twenty-first and Anna’s is on June fourth.”

Jack squeezes your cheeks. “I knew you loved me!”

“Of course I love you, amore.” She rolls her eyes, kissing him quickly before taking his phone and looking for a good question. “Oh! I like this one. What are your nicknames for each other and how did they come to be?”

Jack goes first, seeing as the question was supposed to be aimed at him but seemed to be for the both of you anyways. He rests his hand on your inner thigh as he begins to talk, circling a patch of skin with his thumb. “I don’t really have a nickname for you, I usually just call you babe or babygirl, and then I obviously call you by what everyone else calls you; but that’s it I think.” He shrugs, and you nod in agreement.

“Well, I mainly call you amore, or mi amore if I’m feeling extra nice. And that’s just because of my Italian heritage; I’ve been calling people amore for my entire life, but with Jack, I don’t know, it just feels different.”

“Awh, babe.” He prolongs his words, pulling you onto his lap and kissing you softly. “I love you.”

You grin and kiss him quickly, your foreheads leaning together. “I love you more.”

And that was when Jack knew exactly what tattoo he wanted. Amore, written in a cursive font on his wrist, where he could constantly remind himself of the love he and you shared.

Amore, such a simple word, with such great meaning.

JUST ANOTHER MANIC MONDAY.....

It has been a while since I felt inclined to post something about tales from the crypt, but found myself getting a little snarky over some posts and anon’s, so I decided to let it all hang out on this fine Monday. Fair warning….some things here will not be politically correct, so for those with sensitivities to certain topics, you might want to scroll on by right now.

First…the good stuff. I absolutely loved seeing the IG posts from our dreamy duo yesterday! They looked so relaxed and happy, that I wanted to put on some sunglasses and have some wine in the snow. (We actually had snow here in SC yesterday, so I officially had a snow day, even though nothing stuck where I live!). More importantly, I am simply giddy that they are ensconced in SA, and now hard at work bringing my favorite book in the OL series to life. And, according to our shipper brother MBR….this will be some difficult shooting coming up, so I am ok with a little silence from time to time right now because they are WORKING….so all is good on that front.

Now, on to the tabloid fodder. As everyone knows, I have absolutely zero interest in famewhores….yes, that’s right…fame whores. And, if you watch SM or reality TV, you know who they are. Not a slam, but simple facts. If anyone believes for one minute that these people will fade into the sunset, it just won’t happen. But, how we react to such nonsense dictates how we see and feel about such games, and I laugh and shake my head more than you know these days!

I was not surprised that Sandstorm Skipper showed up yesterday. I don’t follow her, but her IG posts are all the same….and that is hysterical to me. Always Daisy dukes, that hideous hair, arms outstretched….hell,…even I can understand why this career is in the tank! I have more moves getting out of the shower than this poor chick! And, I loved the fact that the photographer outed the location and she went back and geo-tagged her own…..oops!….so much for that SA innuendo! Of course what is a girl to do when your alleged bf is hanging out and drinking wine with his hot costar in an exotic country! Nothing like quicksand to put some pep in your step….don’t you think?!?

At the end of the day, this farce will play out, and believe me…it WILL play out. In the meantime, no more eggshells….call this shit out based on what you see. And for the anon’s and antis who want to admonish the wonderful shipsters here for discussing anything….go f*ck yourselves. The days of hypocrisy are over. Fanning in any format is a two way street, so be careful what you wish for. Of course, they have to be careful as well. I occasionally lurk, and read one “other side” comment that said “they were glad Sam found a girl on his level because Cait was too sophisticated for him”…Wth??? I guess they were implying that Sam was smart to trade in “couture and class” for “kale and kohl”! (Crédit to one of my fellow shipsters for K&K,😚😚😂😂)! And, the implication was that Sam really should stay in the D-List level…..such wonderful support!

As for me, I am all about the luxury liner, and that is Sam and Cait. And, i am sure we will see more in the future, as @fromheretoeternity1121 outlined in her post yesterday. But, it will still be bs….after all, it is hard to get rid of poor on your shoe.

Happy Monday sweet shipsters! Long live all things Sam and Cait….no litter box needed!😙😍😊

I’m Gonna Woo You (Dean x Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Length: 2226+ words

TW: Mentions of kids dying 

A/N: This may be the last Dean fic I’m posting in a while (even though I have 3 WIPs. I have a lot in WIP/Drafts, but I wanna post some more Hamilton fics + Dreamer (Series) before I post anymore Dean stuff. So enjoy some more Dean fluff~ 


You had just broken up with your boyfriend. It was amicable. The distance was never a problem, but mentally you guys just weren’t invested in the relationship anymore. Then he told you he found another huntress that he really likes, and the moment he thought he liked her, he told you about it. You respected the fact that he was truthful to you, and you gave them their blessing- even going as far to make sure that he knew he still had a friend in you. When you told Dean about it, you were catching up over a drink in Lebanon where you knew he, and his brother resided.

You, and the Winchesters had known each other for two years, on a vampire hunt that you were checking out. He, and his brother were there first so they had dibs on the case, but they told you that you could stay, and help them, which turned out for the best because the pack was bigger than researched. Ever since then, you’ve stayed in touch with the Winchesters. Once in awhile you would ask them a few hunting questions, and vice versa. Soon, the texts were occurring more and more- especially with the oldest Winchester. The messages were becoming personal, and after that it became habitual for the two of you to exchange information on your latest hunts. If the two of you were close enough, it was a silent agreement that you guys would visit. It was a nice, comforting relationship.

“So, that’s what I’ve been up to. What about you, Dean? Anything new?” you asked, putting a hand on his arm.

He swirled the drink in his hand, staring at it intently. Finally, he exhaled. “Listen, sweetheart, I have shit timing, but I just need to say it.”

Dean paused, and you raised your eyebrow, wondering what he could possibly be telling you.

“I like you,” he blurted out. “A lot.”

“Oh.” It was your turn to be silenced. Your relationship with Dean was amazing, and of course you would consider dating him. He was handsome, kind, intelligent, strong, and an overall amazing person, and most importantly, he made you happy. “Wow.”

“You don’t have to say anything- We could just forget this ever happened,” he said quickly, his shoulder already dropping in disappointment.

“You should really give me a second here, Winchester. You kinda blindsided me,” you teased playfully. “I like you too.”

His gaze snapped to meet yours. “You don’t have to say it just because-”

“Oh, hush, Dean. Let me finish. You’re an amazing guy, and nothing would make me happier right now than to give us a chance, but-”

His face looked crestfallen, and you couldn’t help but reach out to caress his cheek.

“But I don’t want you to feel like you’re a rebound guy. You don’t deserve that. So I’m going to woo you.”

“What?’ he asked with a laugh, thinking you were joking. But you were not.

“I’m serious! I’m going to woo you. I’m gonna hang out with you, flirt with you, make more sexual comments than we have already, and-”

“You really don’t have to do that,” he said sincerely.

“I want to. You deserve to be treated right, and I’m going to make sure you know I want you as much as you want me.”

“And how do you know how much I want you?” His smile turned into a smirk as he leaned closer.

“Easy. I’ll just look down at your crotch.”

He threw his head back in laughter. “Alright, sweetheart. Do your best. Woo me.”

“Prepare to fall in love with me, Winchester.” You nudged your elbow on his ribs, missing the look he gave you.


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