i got bored so i decided to make one of these

Not (just) about johnlock: why Sherlock s4 was its downfall

I have seen so many criticisms these days about how those of us who disliked the fourth series - and especially the last episode - of Sherlock feel that way only because johnlock didn’t become canon. While that is certainly one of the reasons that this seasons and, in particular, The Final Problem, was a steaming pile of garbage, it certainly isn’t the only one.

The problem with s4 actually began in s3, when Mary fell pregnant and then Mofftiss decided to make her into an ex-assassin who shoots the main and titular character. None of this is problematic in and of itself. However, it becomes so when there’s absolutely no payoff for these things. Imagine, for example, if Mary had become a central villain in s4 - that would mean that her backstory and reveal as having a dark past would make sense within the course of the narrative. Instead, what we got was a boring redemption arc that culminated in her trading her life for Sherlock’s and then apologising to him for shooting him in the first place. All in the name of Mofftiss’ credo of only having female characters in order to serve the progression of the male ones. Take the baby now. Firstly, whenever a baby is introduced on a show, it always screams “we’ve run out of ideas”, but this time especially, the baby provided absolutely nothing. If the entirety of the season could have worked just as well without a baby, why have one in the first place? It only serves to put the characters in a more difficult place, narratively speaking. Many have suggested that the baby was only created in order to provide further queerbaiting by giving johnlockers something without compromising their central audience, and I tend to agree, because it makes no other sense.

Which leads me to the queerbaiting. We didn’t imagine all the johnlock evidence. Yes, some of the metas can be viewed as reaching, but when the actual text repeatedly refers back to it, it isn’t something that a portion of fans just imagined out of thin air. The irony is that the only way s4 could have been salvaged in the end is probably by abandoning their queerbaiting ways and by actually making johnlock happen. I know many casuals who share the same sentiments, so it’s not just tjlcers who agree on this.

One of the worst things that s4 did, however, was butcher the characters to a point of no return. These characters, who were expertly crafted, characterised and developed throughout the course of the show, were destroyed within a matter of episodes. Sherlock Holmes - instead of becoming the antithesis of his dfp state (which is where the writers have always been heading) - just became a pushover for John Watson to abuse and ignore and disregard. John Watson, who, in past seasons, has been shown to be willing to do anything for Sherlock. That’s not progression, that’s regression. By and in The Final Problem, the characters were unrecognisable and way worse for wear. All of this was done to them in order to have cheap twists and revelations in the form of Eurus (who I won’t even get into at this point) and her ridiculous murder island plotline. The thing that made Sherlock special was the characters - specifically the two men at the heart of it all. They deserved better writing and better payoff than this. It’s as though the writers decided to develop them up until s4, at which point they went, “Ah, they get the picture, just let them do whatever now.” None of it made any sense and, worse than that, served any real purpose. The season was full of problems which presented no reward in the end. Empty redemptions, empty narratives and empty textual and subtextual promises left a sour taste in many a mouth, and johnlock is by far not the only reason for that. I actually left a lot of points out of this for the sake of brevity. So stop saying that we’re only upset because johnlock didn’t happen. 

I remember one time when I was 14 or 15 I think, I asked for a classmate of mine to lend me those sticky notes. Since she was busy talking to her friend, she lent me the whole package instead of just one. Once i finished using it, I waited for her to finish talking to reutrn it. But she continued, and the teacher was waiting for everyone to finish writing the exercise on the board. So i got bored.

And I decided to use the sticky notes and draw a stickman. A lazy little stickman just there, in the bottom of the notes. But something in my brain sparkled that day, and intead of just letting it there, I decided to make him move.

So I made a little funny story for the stickman: he’d find a turtle and instead of letting it be, the stickman’d touch it. The animal, bothered, would eat the man and then spit only his head off. It was funny for me.

And apparently, it was funny for my classmates too.

 The reaction when I returned the sticky notes was something I never expected: they laughed. And they asked me for more. They liked the little animation I made when I was bored and asked me for more of my stories.

I was shocked for a moment. I have never animated something like that nor poeple laughed at my weird sense of humour.

But they laughed. And i felt good about it.

I drew more.

For 3 days I drew those little animations in the sticky notes that my classmates borrowed to me. There were continous snickerings in every class because of my drawings. To say I was beaming would be to fall short.

Of course the ideas stopped to pop out ofbrain and the little stories of Stickman ended. But that little moment of fame is something i keep in my memories.

Last year I decided to animate again. 6 years passed since I animated a stickman for fun and made a bunch of bored students laugh. 6 years until I decided to animate again.

And again, the results were something I never expected.

And I’m not talking about the fame or the notes (that are still appreciated tho) but for people telling me “thank you”, “you made my day”, “i needed this”, “I got chills by looking at your work”.

It’s for the people being grateful.

It’s for the laugh of a group of students that needed a way to deal with the stress.

It’s for the way animation, any kind of animation, can reach every person in the world and make them feel. Even the shortest one.

And for me, that’s worth the amount hours working on every single frame.

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because i read too much and i have essays to be writing


  • Phone, Please! by twentysomething (”"Bits, you live tweeting this?“ Shitty asks.”)
    also Positive Image (”When Bittle first showed up at a meeting with management, sitting next to Sara with wide, scared eyes, Jack didn’t think he had a chance in hell. Sara hired new assistants all the time, most of whom barely made it through a season.”)
  • Hockeyed Up by Sophie (”There are many things on Jack’s mind. Namely: hockey, hockey, Bitty, hockey, anxiety, hockey, hockey, anxiety, Bitty, hockey, hockey, anxiety, and hockey.”)

nurseydex (pt. 1):

  • Derek Jr. by Literally_No_One_Cares ("Bitty made Nursey and Dex take care of a flour baby when they just wouldn’t get along”)
  • In the Past by @loveandallthat (”Dex and Nursey hooked up when they first met and now they don’t talk about it, but it’s fine…”)
  • Howl by @dexsnursey (”Over his first few weeks at Samwell, Dex becomes sure of three things. 1) Eric Bittle is not entirely human, 2) Larissa Duan is most certainly a Druid, and 3) Derek Fucking Nurse is the most annoying person he’s ever met in his life.”)


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Dicks at Knotts

“So it was Summer of 8th grade and we have a school trip to Knotts as a “goodbye”. Other schools go too. It’s hot and the lines are long so we try getting some chicken tenders at a stand. That line was long too but we were hungry.

Some asshole 8th graders were making fun of others and complaining like babies but you know.


I was bored so I turned around and talked a bit and I told them a weird fact and they started making fun of me.


We are at the front of the line and the kids tell us to hurry up because “we just want a fucking corn dog!!”

So we decided to all take our money a fumble around with it and take as much time as possible.
Dropping money.
Counting cents one at a time.
Forgetting some dollars in our bag.

By the time our last friend was up (there was 7 of us) she got out pennies and counted two dollars one at a time just to pay for her food.

So I said take your time Matalin we’re not in a hurry

.And it hit them.

I love myself.”

Pettiness in it’s infancy.I bet it grew strong.

Commander – Part 2

Since I was requested to write part 2 of this + people were asking for more Kylo ren smut in general

Word Count: 1792

Warnings: (badly written) Smut

A/n: I threw in a few Padme x Anakin references bc I MISS THEM SO MUCH GOD DAMMIT (also this is a lot more fluffier than I had planned I’m sORRY I will try to make Kylo more hardcore ?? next time)

You lay in Kylo’s king size bed bored, scrunching up the sheets and playing with your hair. It would be at least an hour before he got back, so you decided to take a walk around his room. I mean, he wouldn’t allow you to stay here if he was hiding anything he didn’t want you to see, right? You slowly waltzed around the area, picking up certain objects that peaked your interest. Most of his room was bare, apart from a few books and trinkets that littered the shelves. You felt yourself begin to shiver from the cold air, deciding to ransack Kylo’s dresser before you begun snooping. You chose a large white t-shirt that smelt strongly of his scent and draped it over your naked body. It was like a dress on you, due to you being so much smaller than the broad-shouldered man. You hastily made your way back to the bookshelf, reading the titles aloud. You then came to a halt as you saw a plain leather-bound book, picking it up to find that it was a journal with the name ‘BEN’ etched onto the front.

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School crush

Peter Parker x Reader
Words : 930
Summary : You study with Peter and has a big crush on him but never really talked until the teacher decides to change your partners and your new one is your crush.
Part 2  Part 3

Originally posted by dailytomholland

Like any other day, I was sadly going to school. Don’t get me wrong I like studying – some subjects – but school in a rainy day just gave me a desire of sleeping. It was not that type of rain that makes you stay at home, it was the one that was tiny and small and it was kind of pleasant to see it. But I rather be at home than going to school.

I was running late – again – because I didn’t hear my alarm clock ring. I got out of house kind of running and went as fast as I could to school. There was no time to wait for a bus. The school wasn’t too far away so it was better to walk.

In that day I was going to have some pretty boring subjects. I hated math so much because I sucked on it and, although I didn’t like physics neither, it was one of the subjects I had with Peter Parker.

Peter Parker was the kind of guy who was very easy to fall in love with. He was cute, smart and kind. He had that brown eyes that would make me feel breathless any time they stared back at me. We weren’t exactly friends but I had this big crush on him. I usually would make me embarrassed everytime we spoked.

Anyways, I got to school very fast and went to my place in the first class, which was math. My friend (Y/F/N) was in that class with me and we sit together. She was already there with a muffin waiting for me. We have this habit of bringing something for the other some days, like Mondays are muffin days and Wednesdays are brownie’s.

“Thank you so much.” I said while getting the muffin of her hand.

“You’re welcome, my dear.” She smiled to me. This is where the difference starts, (Y/F/N) was one of the most beautiful girls on school while I was just strange. Her smile would actually make the boys crazy. “So, today is day of physics… With your friend Peter Parker.” She said with a teasing voice.

“Don’t you get started. You know we don’t have nothing and he probably thinks I’m just strange like everyone else.” I said while trying to focus on class.

“Don’t be so negative.” She said smiling while glancing to me. “Besides, I heard from a bird that he likes you too.” Her smile was even brighter.

“When you say a bird you mean Ned.” Ned was one of Peter’s friends.

“Maybe.” She laughed.

“Please shut up and focus on class. I don’t think this is true and don’t want to believe. He probably said that to you because he likes you, like everybody.” She had a sad smile on her face. (Y/F/N) wanted me to date someone and when she discovered I liked Peter, he became the principal target.

“If you say so.”

The thing between Ned and (Y/F/N) was getting pretty much serious. They were dating for almost a month now and for her that was too much. She probably have split it out about me liking Peter and then Ned said that to make everything more comfortable. My only fear was that he could say that to Peter. God, it would be so much worse if he knew about my crush on him.

With these thoughts I headed out of class and went to the physics one. Everytime I had this specific class, I started to freak out. My heart started to race, my heat would increase and my brain would explode with different ways of Peter approaching and talking to me. But, of course, none of that would happen. Sometimes, we need to stop dreaming.

In this class I was sitting with one of the girls of the science group of school so my grades were generally pretty good because of her. But today the teacher decided to change things.

“ Class, I wanted to change somethings today. I think you all need to meet more each other. Thinking of that I decided to change your partners and now, so here it goes : …” He started saying a lot of names that wouldn’t matter and I was getting nervous by the fact that he was delaying to say mine. “ (Y/N) and Peter Parker.” Oh well.

I looked to him and he looked back to me. He smiled and I shyly smiled back. I got my things in my bag and headed to where he was sitting.

“Hey Peter.”

“Hey (Y/N), it looks like we’re partners now.”

Before I could answer, the teacher started talking about a project we had to make with our new partners, how should be done and what theme each duo would take. Peter and I got the Joule effect.

“Well, would you like to come to my house this week so we can do it?” He looked at me with a beautiful smile.

“Yes, it would be great.”

“What about going after school?”

“I-it’s fine.” I kind of lost myself looking to his eyes. Damn!

“Nice. See you later, (Y/N).”

“Bye Peter.”

You couldn’t contain your happiness. It was finally happening. You knew it wasn’t something big but still was something.

You walked through the aisles of the school with a big smile on your face until you finally saw (Y/F/N) and ran to talk to her.

“You won’t believe what happened.”

And she gave me that same big smile because, somehow, she knew that the only thing that could make me so happy like that was him.

Mystery Girl Part 3

Josh Dun x reader

Read the rest: Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Letting the clique learn more about you.

A/N: So I decided to make one last part to this! Again, here are somethings I want to clear up before there is any confusion :)
Y/L/N = Your Last Name
Y/B/D = Your Birthdate
Y/Z/S = Your Zodiac Sign

You were at Josh’s place. Boredom was beginning to take over. Your head was rested on Josh’s lap as he sat with his back pressed against the headboard of the bed. The two of you sat with your phones in front of you. Josh’s presence itself was enough but at the same time, you still got bored easily.

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Silverflint Domestic AU: Inspired by @mrbarrow‘s awesome Domestic AU gifset. Silver and Flint go back to Miranda’s house and make a peaceful life there with good books, plenty of food, and a comfortable bed. They go fishing, tell each other stories, and tend Miranda’s vegetable garden. It should be too quiet, too sedate, but they’re both so tired of fighting and pretending that it’s only a relief. They’re safe and comfortable and happy together, and finally James can return Flint to the sea and become himself again. 

(Oh, and of course Silver comes home one day with a parrot and Flint is far less than impressed, but his irritation only makes Silver more pleased with his impulse purchase.)

So I Made A Dumb Playlist...

I got really bored one day on the bus and decided to take the music I had on my phone and make a playlist of songs that fit the pairing of He Tian and Mo Guan Shan. Why? Not sure. Just kinda felt like it. Here’s the list I created:

1) Breakeven - The Script
2) Breakin - All American Rejects
3) Broken And Abused - Eyeshine
4) Cheap Thrills - Sia
5) Clarity - Zedd
6) Criminal - Britney Spears
7) First Time He Kissed A Boy - Kadie Elder
8) Flesh - Simon Curtis
9) For The First Time - The Script
10) Gingerbread Man - Melanie Martinez
12) Heathens - Twenty One Pilots
13) Hot - Avril Lavigne
14) Hurricane - Halsey
15) I Wanna Go - Britney Spears
16) I’m A Ruin - Marina And The Diamonds
17) Miss Murder - AFI
18) Mr. Saxobeat - Alexandra Stan
19) Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco
20) Obsessions - Marina And The Diamonds
21) Ode To Sleep - Twenty One Pilots
22) Organs - Of Monsters And Men
23) Play Date - Melanie Martinez
24) Power And Control - Marina And The Diamonds
25) Radioactive - Marina And The Diamonds
26) Second To None - Chris Crocker
27) Starring Role - Marina And The Diamonds
28) Stay The Night - Zedd
29) Sucker For Pain - Imagine Dragons
30) Toxic - Britney Spears
31) Trouble - Halsey
32) Troublemaker - Olly Murs

Since I finally have some spare time on my hand I decided to make a little series of watercolours I’ve been planning for a while. Just one for every companion in Dragon Age: Origins. But with re-designed outfits to make it more fun for me (tried to do this earlier but just head-shots and their usual stuff but got bored). So first out is Leliana.

Airbrushed Perfection

Author’s note: Oh. My. God. I can’t believe I finally finished this gAH. All my Reigisa feels kinda exploded aaand this fic was born. It’s my longest fic yet and and and and ;~; help it’s not a prompt, I’m so sorry but I had to get this one out of my system asdklfasd

Summary: AU. Rei’s a make-up artist and his high school crush, Nagisa will be his next (swimsuit) model. Deciding to be a good friend, Rin makes sure everybody leaves early once the shoot’s over and only god knows how they ended up on the floor like that. 

Word count: 5,5k of pure fluff hOLY


Some would say one would grow bored after a while, but oddly enough, Ryuugazaki Rei, devoted make-up artist, never got tired of making people presentable for the camera. Make-up was an art form and no one could convince him otherwise. Their models were beautiful without make-up, yes, of course, but adding a little color here and there, along with some brushstrokes, their features would be highlighted and could be proudly represented to the world.

During high school, Rei had always thought he’d become a scientist, a biologist or maybe even a librarian until he came across this one photo in a beauty magazine. It was a before and after picture of a woman who had undergone a so-called “make over” and Rei remembered instantly falling in love with the concept of make-up. She was radiating with confidence, her eyes were sparkling and looked absolutely gorgeous with that pink shine on her lips.

After that, Rei practically delved into this world and found himself drowning in it. There were so many videos on YouTube, articles, books, stores, products, and people who were more than willing to help him become a pro himself. It was a bit awkward to ask the girls at school what kind of brand of foundation they used, but they were usually open about it and at some point, Rei was the one giving advice to a handful of people.

Except… to that one guy who had been sitting a few tables away from him. The one who was always skipping around, doodling on his desk, smiling at everyone and laughing out loud whenever Rei embarrassed himself.

Hazuki Nagisa.

His high school crush.

They had never had a proper conversation except for some polite small-talk because they happened to take the same train to school. Rei was too socially awkward to start a conversation so he decided not to while Nagisa was the most social person he had ever seen in his life and was not afraid to talk to anyone, including him. Sometimes they’d talk for more than five minutes, which was basically Nagisa rambling about a new anime he had come across and Rei listening to every word, secretly loving the way Nagisa moved his hands in rapid motions, trying really hard to describe everything.

It was both fulfilling and unfulfilling. Just listening to him was not enough and Rei wished he had had the balls to approach him, but every time he wanted to, he’d see Nagisa hanging out with a couple of senpais and Rei would instantly turn around and sneak away because those senpais looked very intimidating.

And so Rei stuck to watching him every now and then during class, enjoying his presence and accepting that he had succumbed to something as silly as having a crush on a classmate.


… Right, he had been drifting off and quickly apologized with a bow to photographer Matsuoka Rin who was sending him his infamous glares. Couldn’t exactly blame him, since Rei often daydreamed about stuff (“stuff” being Hazuki Nagisa) for a good fifteen minutes until he’d hear distant yelling.

He jogged over to the male model Rin was currently taking photos of, reached for his hip bag, which contained about ten different brushes and powders and started touching up his make-up. It had become such a standard routine for him so Rei barely had to think while he swept the coated brushes over the man’s cheeks and forehead with ease.

In the beginning he was pretty awkward around their models, especially since they often did shoots for bathing suit magazines, but he got used to it after a while. The female models were always very nice to him, smiling shyly and sometimes even asking him if he was single, while the male models merely acted polite and didn’t pay that much attention to him.

This one was no exception. Just did as he was instructed, turning his head to the side and holding still while Rei blended out his contours.

When he was done, he excused himself and went back to his assigned spot, which was right behind Rin, so he was within earshot.

Not that that mattered, though, because his mind started to wander off again. For some reason he was particularly distracted today and let himself become fully absorbed into his own thoughts as the continuous clicks and flashes were eventually drowned out.

“Good work, everyone. Thank you!”

Rei jumped up because Rin had casually shouted the words right next to him, probably to make sure he would hear them, and quickly adjusted his tie before he bowed deeply and thanked everyone for their hard work.

It wasn’t long before Rei had cleaned up his little vanity table, thanked all the models he had worked with today and ended up talking to Rin and the rest of their team about their new project next week.

“So next Tuesday we’ll be shooting for Free! Weekly and we’ll be working with one of their new models. It’s our only project for that day, but according to the editor, that model’s a handful to work with,” Rin explained and played a bit with the straps around his camera. “Oh, well, I guess we’ll see. Nothing we can’t handle, right?”

Everyone agreed loudly, bowed and left. Rei stayed behind as usual to chat with Rin for a bit before they got ready to leave. Even though Rei acted like a daydreamer from time to time, the two of them got along pretty well and often stayed behind to chat or get a cup of coffee together.

“Why is this model a handful to work with? I’m actually kind of curious now,” Rei said and slung his bag over his shoulder, adjusting his glasses while he was at it.

“Dunno,” Rin answered with a shrug. “According to the editor he was super energetic or something and bounced all over the place during his interview. Meh, whatever, we’ll figure something out. He gave me the dude’s portfolio so I’ll go check that out tonight. Find his good sides and shit.”

“What’s his name? I can do a quick background check,” Rei inquired and already got out his smartphone, ready to open his Google app.

Rin threw his head back with a bark of laughter. “Go ahead, you nerd. His name is Hazuki. Hazuki Nagisa.”

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Combined Request | Sex w/ Dyl

-I decided to combine these, hope you enjoy! <3 (quick note: I recommend you guys download “InteractiveFics” to your computer if you have one. It replaces y/n with your real name!)

Dylan gently picked you up and placed you on the bed of his room. “I want to make you feel so good, y/n,” Dylan whispered in your ear. You guys had just got done with yet another love making session. Of course they never got boring, because Dylan knew all and the places that made you give in to him. He did something new every time.

You giggled as you pushed Dylan on his back. Straddling him, you put both legs on either side of him. “But first baby, let me try something,” you smiled seductively at him. You reached down and pulled out his erection sitting on it, but not allowing it inside. “fuck y/n,” Dylan whined while he rubbed his cock on your slit. You moaned trying not to give in. Sitting firmly on his hips you started to rock your body, grinding on him. Synchronized moaning was created as you concentrated on the friction between you. Feeling a sudden hot liquid on your thighs, you looked down, smiling. 

He came. His face reddened and his eyes widened as he realized what he did. You placed your hand on the mess he made trying to clean it up. He felt a wave of dominance take over him. He flipped you flat on your stomach after you licked your fingers clean. You felt the bed shuffle as he made his way down to your feet. He licked your big toe slowly. You placed your cheek on the soft pillow breathing in softly. Dylan kissed sensually up your leg, occasionally tongue kissing. You felt his hot breath on your entrance. Moaning, you felt his tongue insert your wet cavern, feeling all around and enjoying your taste. “Ughh, Dyl!” He chuckled at your begging and pulled his tongue away. 

He continued to kiss up your back, humming all the while. You moaned loudly as he grazed his nose against your sweaty skin the rest of the way, placing his thick cock at your pussy. “You ready y/n?” he teased you. Still laying flat, you only groaned in response when he slid himself in. Taking in the feeling of his rock hard dick inside of your slick walls. He began to thrust, finding a quick rhythm. He continuously switched angles, loving the way you moaned for him on the bed. You screamed as he slammed into your sweet spot, “Oh fuck Dylan yes! Right there!”  His dick continued to rub against your spot. Finding your long wanted release, your walls clenched around his cock. Dylan groaned, following you close behind. He pulled out of you and landing next to you breathing hard. It only gets better from here, you thought to yourself.

     aaayyeee !! so a lot of you have decided to follow my humble little blog && i honestly ?? i can’t thank you guys enough ?? it’s been a very, very long time ( about 2 years ) since i’ve last rped && let me tell you… old man voice back in my day things were veeeery different. we didn’t have this IM thing. we had to use the ask box what !! but seriously i wanna give a shoutout to that IM feature because it’s allowed me to connect so easily with you guys !! i’ve plotted more than i ever have, which is CRAZY.

   you know, when i first made this blog about three weeks ago, i didn’t think i’d be welcomed into the ffxv community. i thought ‘ oh hey imma follow a few peeps make maybe one friend && then abandon it once i got bored or once school got too rough. ‘ needless to say i’m glad that didn’t happen. you guys are seriously the best. there’s little to no drama in the fandom, ( another thing that was super common back in the day. it seems to have died down ?? ) i genuinely have fun writing with you guys, && it gives me the drive to seriously explore aranea’s character. because damn she got literally no screen time lmao. then again no one really did ?? even though i only have a handful of threads going on, i seriously want to change that && interact with all of you at some point !! i’m ( unfortunately ) super duper shy && talking to people even in real life leaves me ????? it sucks, because every single one of you are all incredibly kind && patient. you’re all a bunch of fucking memes too.

    it’s really, really nice to be a part of an active && growing fandom. i hope i stay on this blog for a very long time, because i haven’t had this much fun in a long time. thank you so much !! && if you see your name on this list, feel free to hit up my IM because wink wonk i wanna talk to u yeah yOU.

    k so no one’s gonna read all that blabbering at the top. on with what you really wanna see.

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Okay just imagine.

Spock brings Jim to New Vulcan (as friend) for whatever reason. Some Vulcans are insulting Jim since he’s human (Vulcans gave Spock a hard time for being half human so just imagine how they would react to a human.) which upsets Spock because Jim is his friend cough and future boyfriend cough. But Jim speaks the current language of the Vulcans and Old High Vulcan (”I got bored with modern Vulcan.”) and knows exactly what they are saying about him. 

The insults don’t bother him so he just shakes his head at the Vulcans and plays a dumb blonde human since he likes people underestimating him. (All the while Spock Prime finds the whole situation humorful. Vulcans, in arrogance, are calling his younger self’s t'hy'la dumb when their arrogance makes them blind to fact Jim knows exactly what they are saying.) Then some Vulcan decides to insult Spock and Jim tells them off and insults them back much to everyone surpise (excluding Spock Prime). 

“so I was bored & decided to go through my Dad’s phone camera roll. To my surprise/dismay, there were quite a few selfies but I found this picture of me & @daltonrapattoni at his house back in Texas. To think that tomorrow he’s going to perform for the finals of American Idol just confirms what I’ve known for a long time: this guy is one of a kind. seriously, who else that would sing Phantom of the Opera with an acoustic guitar & make It’s Gonna Be Me a love ballad?
Time and time again the judges & audience alike have praised him for "Daltonizing” songs, which he has done masterfully, but there’s so much more to that than creative song arrangements. “Daltonizing” a song is seeing someone who performs like it’ll be their last time on a stage & who sings lyrics like it’s their therapy. whether he wins or not, you all are the real winners because you got to witness the start of a very special artist. I have as much idea as you all do what he’s going to do next musically but I have no doubt it’s going to be epic.
Dalton, I honestly couldn’t be more proud of you. I can’t wait to watch you in the audience tomorrow & especially can’t wait for you to answer your phone again when all the Idol craziness dies down. here’s to more music, more laughs, as well as more of actually seeing you in LA because if you don’t move out here we have a problem. congratulations on everything 😃

Sincerely, Dalton’s Friend/Will"

Caught ~ 10K/Reader

Today has just been one of those days, I’ve spent the entire day writing. I’ve neglected all my other fandoms so much since I got back in to Z Nation, I can’t help it. If you have any requests/criticisms/nice things to say please send me asks! :)

Warnings: Short drabble including a make out scene but not really that graphic.


You were stood up on your tiptoes, raiding the cupboards in the house you had just broken in to. Most of the cans were filled with boring soup flavours and mixed vegetables but you didn’t care. It was food. You were positioning them along the counters, trying to assess what was edible and what could possibly make you violently ill. The top shelf of the cupboard was too high for you and before you could decide to climb up on the counter yourself to reach you felt a body stand behind your own and lean up, pulling some of the items out. Your hips were pushed flush against the counter and the male’s front was flush against your own.

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anonymous asked:

What inspired you to do this project?

well, i’ve always been an avid music listener & loved how colorful and diverse albums of all genres were. a lot of thought goes into album covers and they have lots of personal meaning to artists, so i decided to condense that into 5 simple colors. take complexity, turn it into simplicity.

i had this idea a long time ago and went around looking for a website or blog that did palettes of music albums and couldn’t find any. so one day i got bored and decided i was going to make my own blog and see if people liked it.

thank you for asking, i hope you enjoy my palettes!

I remember this one night, we decided we wanted ice-cream and ventured out into the cold in search of some. It was past nine and all the shops were closed so our little trip to the shops turned into a quest. When we got home we sat in my bed, wrapped up in blankets licking ice-cream off each others fingers, laughing hysterically at nothing in particular.

That’s what I miss the most. It’s not the dates, or gifts or just someone to show off to people. It’s having someone you can just exist with. Someone who takes the most normal activities, and turns them into wondrous adventures. Someone who makes the boring parts of life into something magical just by being there with you.

Grim Reaper (Suga, Angst)

Originally posted by syubbie

Suga // J-hope // Jungkook

Main series


*(F/N) Female Name

Words:  2053

“Could you watch (Y/N) for the day, Yoongi?”

Yoongi’s eyes bore into Namjoon’s tantalizingly. “I’m not babysitting your pet while you harvest souls.”

“Just until she falls asleep. Come on, you know she’s not safe now that us being together is out in the open.” He looked concerned, Yoongi noted. Not in his entire existence had he seen the reaper have another expression besides smugness.

“Fine, but you better have an idea on how to end him by the time you come back to switch shifts with me.”

“I’m not a job!” You cut in harshly, probably thinking Yoongi didn’t already sense your aura listening from the kitchen. He knew all along, and wasn’t entirely surprised when (Y/N) just so happened to over hear him.

“I’ll be back, (Y/N).” Namjoon promised, sliding his gloves on and pressing them to either of your cheek. Yoongi groaned in disgust, tipping his eyes towards the ceiling so he wouldn’t need to watch the exchange of affection between the two of you.

“I don’t want to be with him,” You’d lowered your voice, but Yoongi still heard everything. Not that he particularly cared a mere human thought lowly of him, he was always just irritated at the fact such weak organisms lived on a planet that used to be as healthy as a newborn.

“Tough luck, princess.” Yoongi sneered unhappily, pressing his hand firmly to the top of (Y/N)’s head and pressing it down. Namjoon, always being as quick as lightening took his wrist and bent it back enough to snap a human’s entire arm. Yoongi felt nothing.

“If I find out you even change skin’s around her while I’m gone I’ll rip your skull right out of your pretty little head.” Namjoon smiled while saying it, further proving the point that a sadistic grim reaper would never suit a fragile human such as you.

“You’ve got my word,” Yoongi easily slid himself out of Namjoon’s grip. He shook out his arm for no reason, before walking towards a sofa and positioning himself comfortably.

“I’ll be back,” Namjoon said again.

“So I’ve heard.” Yoongi lazily waved a hand, and (Y/N) walked through to where Yoongi was. Namjoon waved goodbye and disappeared to God knows where, and you sat down beside Yoongi. It was silent for a moment, before (Y/N) turned to Yoongi and stared intently at his face.

Letting it slide that you were obviously checking his features out, Yoongi clicked his tongue and stared back, expecting you to turn away in embarrassment. Much to his surprise, you continued to stare with a serious expression and pout upoin your lips.

“What, kid? Are you hungry? I’m pretty sure you’re an adult in human years, go eat some raw beef, or something…”

“You’re so bland, Yoongi.” You shot back, giving him a mere shrug and turning your face in an arrogant manner. He snorted in backlash, before flicking you on the forehead.

“Excuse me, ow? Don’t you know human’s can’t take pain like you?”

“I know, I’ve lived around them several hundred years longer than you were. Sadly.”

Yoongi noticed you pondering what he’d said, before watching as you kicked your legs out in front of you. “I know, right?”

“That’s why I said it.” He agreed casually, crossing his leg.

More silence.

Yoongi was fine with the silence, but he watched as you stayed stiff for awhile, keeping yourself commonly closed off. He was used to the fact, because Yoongi’ whole aura was cold, and that usually drew people away from him.

“Yoongi…” You murmured quietly, looking up at him from under your lashes. Just the sight of you made Yoongi feel pity for your existence. Human’s were weak, opened up too easily, and worst of all: made Yoongi love them.

“What?” He snapped a little too harshly, but (Y/N) didn’t flinch.

“Namjoon said…you were in love once. Well, okay…he didn’t say it like that exactly. He said all the grim reaper’s have fallen in love.”

“That’s a load of shit, I’ll tell you that right now.” Yoongi sputtered, feeling himself dig up the long but not forgotten past. Of course Namjoon would say something as sad as that. Damn, that kid, making him look weak in front of you.

“I don’t believe you. He said you visit the grave of your lover every year.”

A stinging formed in his chest, and Yoongi couldn’t help but coil over and cover his mouth with a hand. Shit. Yoongi was the only one that was supposed to know that, so how could Namjoon?

“Caught you,” you smiled towards him, and Yoongi immediately shot back a glare.

He was recalling everything he’d tried to forget, almost over 130 years ago. Yoongi closed his eyes for a moment, feeling a wave of dizziness thrash over him as memories collected one by one.

His eyes opened again, and Yoongi was no longer in (Y/N)’s home, but somewhere he knew.

“Yoongi, let go-” she muttered, pushing your arm away. It wasn’t (Y/N), but another girl. It was her, the one Yoongi fell in love with.

“They’ll see us…” She pulled her arm away, but Yoongi pushed her against the wall. His impulse was taking over, seeing her again for the first time in so many years. A wild grin formed on (F/N)’s lips, as Yoongi kissed her with a fiery passion.

“Yoongi?” A voice called from another direction, and he immediately dragged himself off of her. She bowed her head, and her body was angled at 90 degrees. When Yoongi glanced down the long hall, he could see someone familiar walking towards him.

“S- Father.” Yoongi said, noticing the way he dressed in the strangely old formal clothing. Had he been dreaming everything? What was going on? When Yoongi glanced down at his own clothing, he wore the same as Seokjin.

Yoongi was back in his old home, where Seokjin and Namjoon had lived with him. They’d fooled all of the servants into thinking they were merely human, but in fact that was a lie easily seen through by nobody but themselves.

Yoongi and Namjoon had to pretend to be the sons of widow and Land Lord Seokjin, but all was well. Besides the fact that Seokjin still looked the part of a healthy, young master that was just barely in his 20th year of life.

“What have you been doing here? With a pitiful maid…” Seokjin growled, tapping her on the back with heavy fingers. Yoongi winced every time his superior’s hand went farther down, until she let out a small yelp in pain.

“I was just asking her where Namjoon was.” Yoongi lied smoothly, watching as Seokjin pulled her hair so she’d stand up straight. (F/N)’s face was pained, and every time he looked into her eyes, Yoongi knew she was afraid.

“How dare you speak to your young lord.” Seokjin sneered at her, pressing a finger under her chin to make her look at him. Once they met eyes, Seokjin slapped her. It was weak compared to his true strength, but Yoongi knew it still must have hurt much worse than a real human’s touch. Her hands clamped to fists, before she bowed once again.

“You will never meet my eyes once more.” Seokjin warned her in a rough voice, and she nodded.

“I’m so sorry, my lord…Terribly sorry…Please forgive my-”

“Stop speaking before I hang you!” He threatened with another hand, but Yoongi took hold of his wrist and shoved him off. (F/N) stared at him in shock, but Yoongi no longer cared.

“Stop!” He finally snarled at Seokjin, causing (F/N) to flinch in surprise. Seokjin looked back at Yoongi with a smile on his face, looking gentle and pretty.

“Stop abusing the ones who help you live! Go, now.” Yoongi gently shoved her shoulders, and she had bolted. He could hear the loud sound of her beaten shoes as she stumbled up the stairs towards the bedrooms she was supposed to clean, and he felt himself being watched by Seokjin.

“You should stay away from that human.”

“I don’t go near any human.” Yoongi lied, not meeting the eyes of his older. Seokjin smirked, patting Yoongi’s hair in a manner that made Yoongi want to hit him, even though it wouldn’t hurt him.

“She’s got a contract with Namjoon.” Seokjin whispered, pulling Yoongi closer. After a small peck on the forehead Seokjin had disappeared, leaving Yoongi to think about the words he had just said.

“Contract…with Namjoon?” He muttered to himself, before his eyes popped open wider, and he was running. Yoongi’s legs were unable to stop as he went running.

He found her. In his room, fixing the bed with her hair pushed back into a tight bun on the top of her head. Light streamed through the window onto her, making her face appear brighter, even though she was crying.

Yoongi slammed the door shut quickly, flicking the lock even though he knew it wouldn’t keep out Namjoon. He wouldn’t be able to conceal her from the fate she had, but if Yoongi could merely speak to hi brother, he could change her fate. He had too.

“Yoongi…” She whispered, dropping his covers and gliding towards him. He held his arms wide for her, allowing him to engulf her in a hard hug, before he pressed his lips to hers. It wasn’t long before she was under him, on the bed that was now messier than he had left it when he awoke. Yoongi’s lips moved down her cheekbone, to her jaw, landing on her neck. (F/N) spread her legs apart for Yoongi to get closer.

It wasn’t the first time he’d taken advantage of a human’s body this way, and it was not the last. Perhaps his favorite body, but that may have also been because he was attached to her in another way other than just physical.

“Yoongi…” She moaned, and Yoongi took that as a step to move farther. Never before had he felt her more than a few simple fingers inside, and he now had the feeling he wasn’t able to continue playing the part of a weak human. Yoongi wanted to show (F/N) he was the god she always talked about believing in.

His hands slipped up her skirts, and she had just so happened to be bare underneath, which he favored over all. Her thighs were smooth, pure, but Yoongi only had a limited amount of grief for taking her innocence.

She gripped onto his clothes, allowing him to undress her as quickly as possible.

“I-I…” She hesitated, and Yoongi immediately pulled away. (F/N)’s face had a harsh red tint to it, and that was when Yoongi knew she had begun to act bashful.

She always acted like that whenever Yoongi felt skin that was off limits to others. He couldn’t understand why, but he liked it when her face changed shades while he felt her wet middle.

“Don’t fear… I love you.” He murmured against her neck, and she fell limper into his arms, loosening up. Yoongi finally got (F/N) almost fully unclothed, before a slam sounded against the door. Both of them froze together, (F/N) untangling herself from him in desperation, but he held her against the bed.

“Yoongi,” she gasped, and he shook his head firmly. There was another slam on the door, before it opened easily. Just as if it had never been locked.

“Don’t move.” Yoongi ordered her, standing up and turning towards Seokjin, who stood happily…and still in his human skin. No, no, no. Yoongi was being tricked. He whirled around, to see and empty looking body lay on his bed, and Namjoon staring around the room.

“Yoongi!” You snapped him back into reality, after clapping your hand enough. He stared at you with wide eyes. Yoongi was still sitting in the same position he was left in before, with his hand on his mouth.

“What are you doing? You zoned out.” You muttered unhappily, and Yoongi realized he hadn’t actually said anything about the love you were asking him about.

“She just…left the world too early.” He murmured sheepishly, feeling the same sting in his chest as before.

“Let me know when you’re ready to make a deal, Septiceye!”

The first appearance of this AU’s journal! Just cause I had no idea what to make the laptop.. But yep! The journals in this AU are more like a master game manual on how to deal with certain monsters- Unfortunately, the one Jack found, doesn’t mention Bill-

Jack in the beginning actually is friends with Bill- Also, Bill isn’t talking about Sam- Jack’s symbol on the Cipher wheel is an eyeball and Bill calls him Septiceye.

My stream was slow.. if you came for the beginning, you saw I finished a Summerween edit- I started another but I got bored of it and took a break- so I decided to make this!