i got lazy after a while with this one

5 a.m. [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Inspired by the one time me and some friends went to McDonald’s at 5 a.m. The reader, craving junk food, drags a sleepy Lin out of bed, way too early in the morning. The breakfast menu isn’t up yet. Chaos and shenanigans ensue.

Word counter: 4,474

Warnings: None, just a really sleepy and grumpy Lin. 

Authors Notes: @sunshinemiranda - i cannot believe i got to the chance to collab with ren again??? you guys, this honestly all stemmed from this really cute story she told me and then me (being pushy and annoying as per usual) needed to get in and then this came into being!! we got so attached, we made headcanons for this, unbelievable. i still want to make a prequel. enjoy.

@alexanderhamllton - i got to collab with my girl again, can you guys BELIEVE??? I am so happy with how this turned out, we made a whole lot of headcanons (hence the mixtapes) and we really hope you guys like it! If you want more from this universe PLEASE let us know, because we would love to wirte that! 

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Lin wasn’t expecting his phone to ring at 5 in the morning. He wasn’t expecting anything but a solid sleep that he desperately needed after too many late nights full of work. Funny thing was, life had a screwed up talent at ruining expectations.

His phone lit up in the dark, vibrating against the wooden bedside table with a vicious energy. With a groan, he stabbed a button blindly and brought it to his ear without even bothering to emit a greeting. It was too early for that.

“Lin. Listen, it’s 5 am. You wanna go to McDonald’s with me?”

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Simple Man (Part 4)

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Summary: The truth comes to light when reader has to call Dean for help…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, brief violence

A/N: This was a fun and quick series that I hope you enjoyed as much as I did!…


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anonymous asked:

You spend a lazy day with Hoshi (your boyfriend) and you just hang around and play video games and then it gradually gets smutty. <33333

lmao I didn’t want to mention a specific type of a game because we all have different tastes, so you can decide for yourself what game it is that you’re playing! ♥


The day was one of your favorites: neither you nor Soonyoung had anything to attend to, and you had planned to keep it that way, too. That way you could spend the whole day together and just relax while doing things you probably wouldn’t be able to on a more busy day, such as…

“I won you again!”

…play a whole bunch of video games.

“Give me a break,” Soonyoung mumbled with a huff, but broke into a laughter right after. “One more time!”

You rolled your eyes playfully - you had, by then, already played closer to ten rounds of the game you were playing, all of which you had won - and got another round ready for the two of you to get through.

Since it was a lazy day like that, your had dressed accordingly, too. Soonyoung was dressed in a black tank top and gray sweatpants, while you wore a pair of comfortable shorts and a loose t-shirt that occasionally fell down your shoulder a little, which never bothered you.

Before you had started playing, you had spent a whole lot of time in the bed, just cuddling and watching an occasional funny clip on one of your phones, after which you had eaten and watched the newest episode of the drama you were both watching. After that, though, Soonyoung had suggested you’d play some video games, and that was exactly what you had been doing for the past hour or two.

Now that you were playing yet another round, Soonyoung was determined to win, no matter what.

He was sitting on the large bed you shared with his back against the wall, and you were sitting between his legs, leaning against him, so it wasn’t too difficult for him to try to bother your gameplay by placing his controller on top of yours so that it was difficult for you to play, or do any other desperate actions.

“Come on, let me play,” you laughed and shoved Soonyoung’s hands away, and he laughed as he placed his controller a bit further on your lap, where it normally was.  

You were winning again, but with a small smirk spreading to his lips, Soonyoung decided that if it was up to him, it wouldn’t happen.

And so you felt shivers run down your spine when you felt his lips on your shoulder, bare due to the oversized shirt having fallen down again. Swallowing, you tried to appear unbothered. “Think that’ll distract me?”

Soonyoung chuckled, and a small smirk remained on his lips when he felt you stiffen a little when he sucked on your skin, all the while focusing on playing. “I’m trying.”

You would’ve been lying if you had said it didn’t distract you at all that your boyfriend was sucking on the skin of your shoulder and slowly making his way to your neck, where the skin would be even more sensitive. A gentle sigh left your lips when Soonyoung nibbled lightly on your neck, but you didn’t let it distract you from the game. Your voice was weaker than usual as you spoke. “You’re playing dirty.”

He hummed, his eyes locked on the TV and his fingers moving expertly on his controller no matter how much he was also distracting you: you found it particularly difficult to ignore when he blew lightly into your ears, which always made you shiver.

All in all it wasn’t that surprising that you were starting to get turned on little by little by what Soonyoung probably considered innocent teasing that would distract you from the game and let him win. However, no matter how much it was getting, you kept your mind on the prize, and even though he was breathing heavily right by your ear, you managed to win him again.

You turned around with a wide grin when “Winner: Y/N” appeared on the TV screen. “I won.”

Soonyoung huffed with a pout and put his controller down to rub his eyes. A small yawn left his lips; somehow he was a bit tired despite barely having done anything the whole day. “I’ll win you one day.”

“That day might still be far away,” you laughed and put your own controller away as well, and started to turn around before getting up enough to get yourself on Soonyoung’s lap. His hair was soft between your fingers as you stroked it. “How about we play something completely different?”

“I’m not sure if I’m following,” Soonyoung snickered, but you recognized the tiny hue of pink that appeared on his cheeks, and concluded that he was definitely following.

Either way, you leaned towards his ear to whisper. “You need to finish what you started, Kwon Soonyoung.”

At that, he chuckled and placed his hands on your hips, his eyes aimed at yours when you pulled back again. “You should know by now that I don’t tend to leave things unfinished.”

“I know, but you were playing clueless.” Your voice was quiet, and the further you got in your sentence the lower your eyes dropped, until you were eyeing his lips, incredibly tempted to kiss them.

Before you were able to act on it, however, Soonyoung had already leaned up to kiss you, and your lips curved into a smile when you kissed him back with just as much passion, your fingers still in his hair. You could feel his hands slowly moving up your sides, underneath the loose shirt you were wearing, and shivered as his cool fingers met your warm skin.

“You’re so warm,” Soonyoung hummed appreciatively as his hands traveled higher and higher, until his thumbs were slowly moving up the band of your bralette. A moan left your lips, muffled by his, when he had uncovered your breasts and cupped them, with your already erect nipples rubbing against his palms. He grinned. “Looks like I’ve found the warmest part.”

“You talk too much,” you said with an amused edge to your tone when you had pulled away from the kiss, already interrupted a few times by Soonyoung’s talking, and without much further ado took your shirt and bralette off. He looked at you intently, and once your top was bare, he grinned.

“I wasn’t expecting video games to turn into this,” he admitted and swallowed hard as his eyes focused on your breasts. “Not that I would be complaining.”

A grin similar to his earlier one spread to your lips, too, and you slowly slid your hand down to his crotch. Palming him through his sweatpants, you leaned to his ear again. “Oh, you better not complain.”

He chuckled, but it became a quiet, content moan when you continued palming him and eventually slid your hand into his pants to stroke him. Soonyoung’s hands were restless: they were initially on the bed on either side of him, but as you touched him, they moved first to your hips, then to your breasts, and ended up in your hair when he pulled you in for a needy kiss.

The kisses were, as one might guess, hungry. Soonyoung’s kisses had gotten you riled up earlier already, and with your hand stroking him steadily, knowing just the right ways to drive him crazy and your thumb sliding over the head of his length, he was turned on, too, and desperately needed more: more of your touch, and more of you in general. You couldn’t be close enough to him.

When Soonyoung was fully hard in your hand, he tugged at your hair lightly to break your kiss. You gave him a small smile, your mind clouded by your arousal that was only further fueled when he spoke up, his eyes practically burning with lust. “I need you.”

“I need you too,” you breathed, painfully aware of how wet you were at that point, and got off Soonyoung’s lap. Soon your shorts and panties were on the bed next to you, and while Soonyoung got rid of his shirt and pants, you turned off the TV, deciding that the music coming from the video game was, to say the least, lowering the mood.

Once he had gotten a condom from the drawer of his nightstand, Soonyoung gave you a small grin and wiggled his eyebrows in a way only he could make seem hot in such a situation. “C’mon, baby.”

Licking your lips, you didn’t waste your time in getting back on Soonyoung’s lap, although you didn’t quite sit down and instead stood on your knees with your arms around his neck. You sighed contently into the kiss you shared while one of his hands slid between your legs.

He chuckled, amused yet aroused when his fingers dipped between your outer lips. “I can’t believe you got this wet from jerking me off.”

“There was a lot going on,” you mumbled with a pout, moaning quietly when Soonyoung drew a few circles around your clit before easily sliding a digit into your wetness. “You know I like it when you touch my–”

“Breasts?” Soonyoung suggested knowingly, and soon his free hand was cupping your breast, which effectively had you moaning again, giving him his answer. He remained silent, and before you had even gotten to complain about him talking too much, he focused on fingering you, now with two digits, while sharing hungry kisses with you and massaging one of your breasts.

It wasn’t until you began desperately bucking against his fingers that he pulled them out and smiled at you when you pulled back a little.

“I don’t feel like moving yet,” he said almost innocently, which made you roll your eyes playfully while you reached for the condom.

You unwrapped it and put it on him while chuckling. “You’re lucky, because this is exactly what I was planning.

“Was it really?” Soonyoung teased and placed his hands on your hips when you took a hold of his length and moved it up and down your wet slit a few times before aligning it to your entrance when you had lowered yourself a little.

“Maybe,” you grinned and leaned down to kiss his neck: it muffled your moan conveniently when you began sinking down on his cock, loving how it stretched you, and only in a good way. Soonyoung’s hands tightened a little on your hips, and his mouth opened into a moan of his own as your tight heat encased him.

“Have I told you how amazing you feel?” he asked, sounding just as amazed as he did every time, with a smile audible in his voice.

“Only every single time,” you said with a giggle, and straightened your back. A smile remained on your lips even as you rolled your hips, biting down on your lower lip a little. “But knowing that makes me happy.”

Soonyoung’s lips curved into a smile, too, and you felt his hands slowly move to your ass. “Great.”

With a nod, you moved your hips back, only to move back forward, sighing at how good it felt. Soonyoung’s breath hitched the merest bit as you continued grinding on him like that, while his hands kneaded your ass every now and then. It only made moving more pleasurable for you, which soon made your sighs turn into quiet whimpers.

As good as it felt on both ends, he wanted more, and so, with his lips pressed to your neck, he whispered. “Bounce for me, baby.”

You were too desperate for just that to even chuckle at that point, and instead did exactly what he had said, as he put both of your desires into words. Rising and falling on his lap steadily, you found it more and more difficult to remain quiet; it felt simply too good.

Soonyoung took in each and every sound that left you, and took particular pleasure in feeling you get wetter and clench around him. Adding all that to how it felt to have you move on him, he was more or less in heaven, much like you. On occasion you managed to come down with an angle that gave your clit the friction it desired, and every time that happened your back arched a little.

Soonyoung’s cheeks were getting flushed and his hips had a hard time staying still, as all he wanted to do was buck up into you. However, the current situation, especially the position, were too good for him to give them up just yet, so he merely tugged at your hair lightly and pulled you into a kiss.

With your lips connected in sloppy, hungry kisses, Soonyoung began pushing you down every time you fell down on his lap. You moaned at that, feeling how your ass hit his thighs and how much better it felt to, in a way, ride him a bit harder.

For a while you continued like that, and it was only automatic how you began riding him faster, too, your kisses interrupted more and more frequently by your moans as he continued pushing you down hard, letting out a few grunts, too. Eventually you’d gotten enough, though, and broke away from Soonyoung.

Your eyes were hooded as you looked at his puffy lips, your chest heaving faster than usual from the strain of riding him. “Could you fuck me?”

The neediness sugarcoated with sweetness in your voice almost made Soonyoung growl as he put one hand under your left thigh and the other behind your back before maneuvering so that he could lay you down. “Is that even a question?”

You were about to sigh contently when your back met the mattress, but felt something poking uncomfortably on your shoulder. Soonyoung noticed what it was, and with a snicker, moved the controller he had been playing with further away. “Sorry about that.”

Rolling your eyes good-humoredly, you shook your head and wrapped your arms around Soonyoung’s neck while your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. “Whatever, just– please.”

He gave you a serious nod, and after giving you a long, sensual kiss, began ramming into you. Your fingers threaded into his hair that you gripped tighter than you had intended to as moans began slipping through your lips from the power at which Soonyoung was thrusting into you, hitting each and every sensitive spot inside of you.

All in all he was, like he had promised, finishing what he had started, and you could already tell you would end feeling incredibly sated afterwards, like you always did. It had already been quite a while since you had first discovered what a blessing it was, especially when it came to sex, to be dating a dancer; Soonyoung knew full well what he was doing with his hips, and oh boy did it show.

His hips met yours in one delicious, deep thrust after another, and the wet sounds caused by it only made it all so much lewder. You could feel your orgasm nearing, and with your lips still somewhat locked with Soonyoung’s, got one hand off his hair and slid it down to your pussy, where your fingers were met with wetness, Soonyoung pushing into you and your sensitive, swollen clit.

“S-so good,” you nearly choked out, your breath hitching momentarily when you pressed two fingers against your clit, and as you began massaging it, your back arched and your legs tightened around Soonyoung. He moaned when he felt you clamping down on his cock, which brought his orgasm a whole lot closer, too.

“Y/N,” he mumbled against your lips and broke the kiss to hide his face in your shoulder, his hips desperately ramming into you as he chased both of your orgasms.

Soonyoung was the first to come, his hips stuttering to a stop for the moment he released into the condom, and it was with that deep thrust of his accompanied by the fast circles you were rubbing into your clit that you came with a mewl.

You both shivered from the intensity of your orgasms, and for a moment it felt like there was absolutely no sound in the world, and even Soonyoung slowly pulling out of you and lying down next to you felt surreal.

He took the condom off carefully and tied the end, after which he threw it to the bin by the bed. You caught your breath, almost amused by the pulsating you could still feel between your legs, and slowly turned to look at Soonyoung.

“I think we both needed that,” you said a bit weakly before moving closer to him for some cuddles.

Soonyoung’s lips curved as he nodded, and for a while you just lay there, with you drawing figures on his bare chest and him playing with your hair. He chuckled, and you hummed in question. “I didn’t win you in the video game, but it looks like I’ve still got it.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, amused, and looked at him with an incredulous smile, your eyebrows in a small frown from the confusion.

“I got you turned on,” he said the slightest bit smugly and laughed loudly when you hit his chest playfully. “It’s a great success, Y/N!”

Shaking your head, you rested your head on Soonyoung’s chest with a serene smile playing on your lips. “You say it like it’s difficult for you.”

“It’s not, really, but it doesn’t mean I couldn’t be proud about it,” he laughed and hugged you close.

You cuddled for some time, until you started feeling too sticky and uncomfortable, after which you had a warm shower and put some pajamas on.

Once you were back in the bedroom, having stayed after Soonyoung to dry your hair a little, you were met with Soonyoung, looking at you expectantly with a controller in his hands. “Are you ready to lose?”

“Are you?” you asked with a grin and joined him on the bed, grabbing your own controller on your way.

Unsurprisingly, Soonyoung lost again, and you kissed his small pout away each time, no matter how well you knew he wasn’t actually disappointed. For him it wasn’t about winning as much as it was having fun with you, after all.


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If you were forced to destroy one of the Harry Potter movies for ever, which one would it be?

“Actually, that’s quite easy: number four, Goblet of Fire. Nothing to do with the film, really. It’s a hair thing again – it’s just because of how my hair looks in it. It’s terrible. I’ve got no recollection of my hair ever looking like that.” (2016)

For quite a while, you’ve had longer hair than usual. What motivated you to change your look?

“After Prisoner of Azkaban shooting, I was simply too lazy to go hairdresser. When the producers saw my new cut, they demanded that I keep it for Goblet of Fire. They thought that it was similar to Ron’s personality. This decision is fine with me, since I never was fond of cutting my hair!” (2005)

Talking of mad hair, you once said that you weren’t allowed control of your own hair during the Harry Potter series. Did you make up for it afterwards?

“Not really, no. Hang on – actually, yeah! One time. I let my mum cut my hair after the last Harry Potter film. She kind of dabbles in hairdressing. And it ended up being a total nightmare. She just kept trying to make it even and symmetrical but, in doing that, she kind of cut all my hair into a really weird shape. Ever since then, I’ve had a fear of scissors.” (2014)

anonymous asked:

Maybe if you're still doing requests, a drawing of superman and batman younger about 8 meeting for the first time?

This was in my inbox for a while but I finally thought of one. I set it not too long after Bruce lost his parents and he’s passing through Smallville on his way to a relative’s house. 

A leader has to rule.

Paring: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Some injuries mentioned?, Language, and a couple drama.

P.S: I didn’t knew exactly what I wanted but I think it run out of my initial idea. I use as base some things that happened on the show, and I inclement some things to add more .. idk, “meaning” .I hope you guys like it. And I would love hear what you guys have to say. Xoxo L.

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Negan enters in his room after killing the doctor, “it has to be done” he thought. He sits on the couch and stare into space “how things went through this? Why Sherry leave? And why they had to free Daryl? I was almost making him crack under my hands. Fuck it” he thinks while he got up and went through get so whiskey.

*Y/N POV*

Was a pretty day today, after a while being here in Sanctuary and getting to understand all the point system (not that I worked with it, I’m one of Negan wives after all so I don’t need move a muscle, but I don’t want to get lazy with my ass doing nothing all day just drinking and eventually having sex with Negan, that is something I can’t complain tho.) I get to know that Negan was pretty smart about all that. How he make the saviors work and how he get everyone to fear him.

Going back inside while I had a little escape and getting the top of the trees to think about how my life get into that point. I went to the infirmary to find no one there, and after walking through the huge place I found Eugene, being honest I hated the guy, never understand why Abbe and Rosita keeps him alive since the only thing he does is complain and cry all the time. I honestly always wanted to shot him in the fucking face. I mean we always fight, and since he got into the group we just protected him, my group.. well, ex group, don’t needed that weight on our shoulders. Not more than we already had.

“Y/N, hm, had a time we didn’t see, I thought complete understandable why you leave to live here with Negan. But I thought you was being raped by the amount of males workers that are kept here or being treated as maid, not healthy with a hydrated face and clean clothes and hair. Are you really Negan wife? I mean wives?” Eugene says with a speed that I wanted to tell him to talk slowly or no talk at all.

“Well, hello for you too Eugene. Yes, I’m.” I said calmly like I have nothing to do. And honestly, have I ?

“I don’t know if you’re aware of the conditional that your husband put me to proceed, but since I’m Negan and I am of his trustworthiness. I will work as the sanctuary doctor, being honest I don’t like seeing people in bad physical conditional, and I’m a Doctor, I have doctorate and I am the most capable, but still..” without him finish his sentence I cut him.

“Woll woll woll, WHAT? You’re Negan ? You’re the new doctor ? What the fuck happened here while I was out? Where the fuck is the real doctor?” I said as my chest was going to explode with so many doubt, what the hell had happened here?

“Well, since I think your brain is not filled with the news, I suggest you to look for your husband” Eugene says with that “un-expression” look as always.

I walk through Sanctuary trying to find Negan, after seen some faces with tears and fears, and some faces looking at me with a disgust that I honestly don’t know where it came from, maybe it was cause I have some “value” to Negan, or that I had more comfort.. but if they’re going to hate someone for having privileges they can hate the others wives, at least I work a little bit over here.


When I got to Negan room, hoping he is there to explain me. I open the door and I see him sit on his couch without his jacket, a whiskey cup on hand, and Lucille aside. When he see me he open a small smile. I didn’t wasted time asking about the recent events.

“What happened? Why Eugene is calling himself the new doctor? Why the Doc isn’t there? Why everyone around here is looking at me with a strange face? Why Simon and a bunch of your minions left right now since you guys got all the things you wanted in last week?” I says without breathing between so much confusion overwhelming me.

“Wow, first stop screaming at me. Second I had a fucked up day today right? Daryl run out, Sherry is dead, I had do hear Dwight telling me that the Doc was acting as a bitch towards me cause he helped Sherry run out letting Daryl run out and Daryl killed Fat Joseph … Meaning that my day isn’t the best. So stop looking at my like I shit in your scrambled eggs, cause this is not gonna work Y/N !” Negan says looking really pissed off.

“Wait, Daryl was still here? YOU LIE TO ME? YOU TOLD YOU TOOK HIM BACK TO ALEXANDRIA” I says so pissed. When Negan told me he would let my friends go, I went really confused why he would do that, and one night he was drunk and told that was cause he loves me “as fucking fuck” and he would never imagined that he would do that one day. But if anyone asked me was to me says because Rick had cooperated. That day he was so adorable, drunk and telling so many cheesys lines with some of his “language” that was a funny night. But now he lie to me about Daryl, and I look at him with some fear and rage that I fear what my next actions would be.

*NEGAN POV*

I can’t believe I let it out, I don’t like lying to Y/N, but I couldn’t lost Daryl, he can be a great ass saviour for me one day.

“Okay but I don’t let him. Stop acting like that” I say while I got more whiskey to try get that day a little easier.

“You don’t? Honestly Negan? YOU PROMISE ME, YOU TOLD ME YOU LET THEM GO,ALL OF THEM, INCLUDING DARYL. YOU TOLD ME THA..” Y/N says and I can’t let her finish her sentence. My head exploding with all that happens in that fucking day.

“I KNOW WHAT THE HELL I TOLD YOU, I SAY WHAT I NEEDED TO SAY. YOU WANTED YOUR FRIENDS FREE, WELL THEY’RE FREE. DARYL WASN’T IN ALEXANDRIA, HE WAS HERE, AND UNDER MY CONTROL. YOU SHOULD BE MORE GRATEFUL. I NEVER LET ANY FUCKERS OUT. I LET THOSE BASTARDS GO BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I RULE THAT PLACE, NOT YOU, NOT ANY OF THE SAVIORS, NOT ANY OF THE WIVES. AND TALKING ABOUT WIVES WHY YOU DON’T SEAT YOUR ASS WITH THEM AND STOP ANNOYING ME” without I even realized I throw the whiskey glass around the room hitting the wall hard and spilling my favorite whiskey all over the place. I let all my frustration out and when I look at Y/N she was terrified… I fell so idiot. I never EVER had saw her like that, she have tears in her eyes, and a fear that I never saw in any goddamn face; look like I just had killed her favorite animal or something bad like that.

“Doll listen..” I start to say going to touch her arm when she give 2 steps behind getting away from me.

“No. Don’t … Don’t touch me” She is actually in shock, holy fuck.

“Y/N I had a hard day, I didn’t want to kill the doctor I sort like the fucker but I can not lose control over here” I says more calmly that time. Y/N face was blank, I guess she didn’t knew about the Doc. Fuck! … “Y/N listen i know you liked the doctor okay, but lis…” she didn’t let me finish when she whips her tears away.

“NO, YOU LISTEN! .. I .. I” Y/N start to say but I bet she is having that gut pain when you try to say something but your emotions are overwhelming. I start to talk but I immediately shut my mouth since I know she have to say what she is trying to.

“I know I don’t rule here, and I honestly am NOT trying to tell you what the fuck do in that place Negan! But don’t ever lie to me; Daryl is one of the most important people in the world to me. And yes you let my friends go and I do appreciate it!, yes I’m living well here, but do not DO NOT compare me to the others girls!” She says and without me realizing she is putting her finger in my chest like she wants to make a hole there.

I made a hell good action letting her friends go, all the supplies I let go. All the ammo.. everything. And I known that her heart are gentle, and I probably fucked her heart making her knowing that her friend was here but I couldn’t lose a badass that would totally become a crazy Savior to work for me.

“Listen doll, stop acting like that. I know you’re a badass, I know you’re a feisty little one. But don’t appoint to me and mistreat me you can regret that” I says not wanting to making her have scare of me, but I can not let her tell me what to do. She needs to realize where she belong to. I’m the king here.

“You will do what hu? ‘Lucille me’?, Throw me to the walkers? Go to Alexandria and kill more of my friends and make me know that you can do what the fuck you want because you’re Negan ?. You know what ? KILL ME, cause is awful trust someone that don’t care enough to let you know the things that are going on. You killed the Doc! What you have on your mind? Now here don’t have any doctor.. oh oh you want Eugene ? EUGENE CAN’T BRUSH HIS TEETH WITHOUT SCREWING SOMETHING UP NEGAN… you know what? FUCK YOU” Y/N throws her back to me and start walking to the door. I’m exhausted cause of the day but no one will tell me how to do my things, not even doll.

“YOU’RE NOT LEAVING” I says while I close the door and locked it, I turn her around to face me and I hold her body against mine to the door not letting her move. She looks into my eyes with those fucking big ass gorgeous eyes of hers.

*Y/N POV*

While I look at him, that gorgeous motherfucker. I try hold my tears back. I mean after all I saw him doing .. Abbe and Glenn; The psychological terror he made towards Rick; After saw him putting a fucking hot iron in a man face and .. and others unnamed things.. But all I can think is that how fucked up it’s when you’re in love with someone, when doesn’t matters how plenty fucked up things he do, you’ll always look for the good ones. Like how Negan don’t let any of the Saviors had sex or anything that can make the wives sad or scary.. and is not cause is “Negan propriety” he don’t let anyone abuse a woman! And I think that is real good thing, always were a bad world when we think about mans having they way with a woman, and now after the world ended it seems worse! And having people that do not let it happens and especially punish who does it, it’s something really good. Why I can’t hate Negan? Is because that sexy grin on his face? How he look peaceful when he sleeps? How he hug me and make me feel safe?! .. I judged Andrea back there cause of the Governor; I thought it was stupid that she didn’t torn his throat as he slept in Woodbury.. Did Andrea felt for him what I fell for Negan? At least she didn’t knew what the Governor was doing with us, I know what Negan is doing, that make me a bad person?

“Stop looking at my eyes in that way doll. You can not throw all that shit on me and just leave like you’re a motherfucking queen” Negan says looking at me with a expression of anger yet tiredness.

“I don’t think I’m. I just hate when people lie to me. I just want to know what is going on. Why you killed the Doc?” I ask in a calm tone, not wanting him to scream with me, and I honestly am sad. I spent some days at infirmary with the Doc helping with the injured and sick ones, the Saviours always come back with some injuries, and was not bad since they couldn’t stare at my ass, or breast or anything (cause of course Negan). I like doing something, and me and the doctor talks, talks about life before the apocalypse, how he worked with his mother on a market on south of Georgia to pay his med college, how he traveled to New York every yeah for a Medical Meeting and loves the weather… normal things. And now he is dead. And I sure as hell wanna know why.

“He act on my back. He and Sherry plan to free Daryl, and he help Sherry to run away.”

“Doesn’t seems like he did it. Why you think it was him?” I ask still with the door behind my back and Negan close looking down to see my eyes.

“D told me, he went to look Sherry and made sure she was dead”

“And you think he is telling the truth ?”

“Why wouldn’t him darlin’? I don’t think he would lie to me since he don’t want I meeting with the hot iron, I mean not again”

“And because Dwight told you so, you killed th doctor? The one that sewed you thousands of times? That helped me when I went on a bad run with you on that day and get scratch on a old market pile of spikes?”

“Listen doll, if you’re sad cause you think we got no doctor around to stitch our asses up when necessary, don’t worry. Simon just leave to Hilltop to get they doc”

“No Negan, is not cause of this. Is because he was a friend. Was nice having someone to talk besides you. I don’t talk with any Saviour since no one look at me with fear that you might get jealous and rip their faces off; I don’t talk with the wives since they hate me cause I can walk around, I can wear what I want, and since I can spend more time here with you; I like Simon but he barely here; And you know I hate Dwight and hate when he used Daryl things before I told him to give back when you freed him…” I say looking away with a sarcastic laugh “But of course it didn’t made any difference since all was a fairy tale for me think 'Oh Negan might have a heart and care for something besides his own ego’ ” I say and when I see his expression going pissed I say “Oh sorry, I don’t want to get killed too” in minus a second he punch the side of the wall pretty close on my face.

“Fuck it Y/N. Why are you making this difficult? I made what it had to be done. And don’t worry about Daryl, he run out right? So don’t get on your pants.” He says with a expression of pure anger. When I look down he grabs my face on his hands hard and make me look at him “Do not act like that, you know you’re my favourite and you better know that I can change my mind really fuckin’ fast. I can throw you to work with the others normal ass people; I can go to Alexandria and get everything back and maybe bring some old friends of yours to style the entrance of the Sanctuary. Everything can change so stop thinking you’re in a pedestal cause you’re fucking not into one Y/N” he says letting my face go. My eyes tearing of the though of him hurting more my fami..old family*. I honestly don’t care to not be one with privileges anymore, I love him but I don’t care for my feelings that much, I care about my friends. He turns around and go grab another glass of whiskey and sit on his couch and grab Lucille with the other hand and start looking at her..

*Negan POV*

Y/N stay there looking at me with a sad face, God knows how I want to kiss that face and let her know that I did what had to be done. But in the phase I can’t go on my knees and apologize to her.

“Can I go now?” Y/N ask looking at me as a stupid parent just look when they beat they kids. Which is bad cause I know Y/N had “parents trauma” shit.

“Yes, you can” I say looking through the window. I want to ask her to stay, to take a shower with her and sleep. I’m so motherfucking tired.

“Y/N…” I say when she looks back at me .. I can’t ask her to stay. “Ask some fucker to come here to clean the glass around here.” And with that she nods sadly with hurt on her eyes and walk away.

I probably will ask one or two of the others wives to come here to make me nut and forget about that goddamn day, fuck I never would care of killing someone that I would even imagine that was working against me, but seen doll face like that.. a face of fear towards me, after all the nights we shared with her looking at my eyes and with our bodies pressed against each other, a look of pure love and lust, a look that I wanted to froze the time and live forever on those gorgeous eyes, now, now is only fear and disgust. Why I fuck everything I love?.

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Mystic Messenger x Cheese in the Trap Crossover

I (horribly) attempted to try and draw MM characters in one of my favorite art styles, which is Soonkki’s, who created the webtoon: Cheese in the Trap. I’m very influenced by their style, especially with how I draw eyes and expressions. So yeah, when I was playing through Zen and Jumin’s route, I can’t help but see some parallels between some MM characters and CiTT, so I’ve been wanting to try and draw them in Soonkki’s style for a while… but I kind of… butchered it lmao.

guess i’m just gonna like, do this, then. hi, i’m eve and i’m excited to be here,woo. i’ve never really done one of these so please take it easy on me and taeyoon. i’m about to send some general welcome messages, but you can look under the cut for some ~cool facts~ about local brainiac taeyoon! i also don’t have anything but her profile set up bc i’m just. lazy. sorry bout that.

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Forevermore || Bella&Avery

The front door opened and closed, but Belladonna didn’t look up from the papers she was grading at the living room table. Even if she wasn’t a shifter, capable of scenting who was entering her home, she’d have been able to know who it was. It wasn’t exactly like random people were just walking in and out of her house all day after all. She could hear him humming something as he kicked off his shoes by the door, the familiar sound bringing about the slightest quirk to her lips. Just another one of those things that she’d gotten used to over the years. 

Setting aside a paper, Bella reached for another just as Avery rounded the corner and walked into the living room. “You’ve got mail,” she commented lightly as her eyes scanned over the first page of the paper sitting in front of her. “From Italy. Apparently Nico finally got around to sending those pictures you asked for.” After that obligatory initial period of animosity between her brothers and Avery, the lot of them had actually grown fairly close, with Nico, the third oldest, being closest to him. Nic had recently gotten married, and he was in the process of building a new one. One that Avery was designing, of course. “I do not know how any brother of mine could be that lazy. He was supposed to send those two weeks ago,” she said flatly, though she was smirking while she said it. Setting aside the paper, she took a breath and glanced over her shoulder with a warm smile. “Ciao.” 

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Cutest Shit a Male from each Sign had ever done for Me
  • Aries: He ain't a crush of mine but he had a crush on me, and he's the school's unstoppable valedictorian. I don't study, yep, I know, not very Capricornish, but this Aries guy is such a fucking amazing friend that he never ever fails to help me in my cramming. If I don't understand no shit at classes, he's never ever that person who'd tell me to ask someone else for free lessons. He'd always write down notes and equations as simplified as he can. Tbh, I would have never graduated high school if it wasn't for his huge ass help.
  • Taurus: I had a long-standing crush on this guy back at high school. So one break time, I asked if he can treat and run me water cos I was feeling lazy to go out of the room. Then he said no give me money to buy a bottle, so I went back to the room to rob anyone some coins then when I went back to the door, he's gone. So I asked another guy to buy me water and he said okay cool. Then after some while, boy #2 got my water and he gave it to me, with Taurus boy behind him holding a bottle of water. I saw 'wtf' on his face and I told him "NO NO GIVE ME THAT WATER I WILL DRINK AND EMPTY IT FIRST IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WONT BUY ME WATER".
  • Gemini: I've an on-and-off crush with this guy, only met him online and we've never seen each other yet. But, some years ago (I screen capped and still treasure this shit cos it's too good), he sent me a late night message telling me how he's appreciative of knowing me. And that I should know that even if he's a total wreck, he'd always listen to me if I need someone to rant to, and he still cares a lot about me and he doesn't wanna lose me and i should take care more of myself.
  • Cancer: We're not close but he's a friend of mine, he's the director of my dance cover group. One night we all had a sleep over with booze and all and he's the first one to crack open. He did a long speech, and parts of his presidential two hour speech are about how I'm a dangerous coral reef that no one should ever cross with because it's gonna be bloody, but on the other hand, I also have a brilliant smile, something like that.
  • Leo: Oh my goodness yesss this guy, younger than me, friend of a friend. Almost all of his friends knew that he has a massive crush on me and I also knew that. My last prom was coming near and after school he walked towards me with a tray of cupcakes with letters on top, so if you put them all together, the cupcake said "Will you be my prom date?" and I jump and said fuck yeah, anyone who's brave enough to ask me for the prom with food will get my yes. Wanna know what happened? First dance of prom didn't happen as the students hoped for but I immediately grabbed him out of his chair and danced with him.
  • Virgo: HAHAHAHA THIS FUCKER okay so around my first week at my new high school (I arrived like third quarter, I know, weird but uninhibited yass), I was walking on a path walk when him and his best friend came up to me with him holding a struggling dragonfly right in front of my face and I was like df are you doing? Then he said you're not afraid of dragonflies? I said nope. He got puzzled lol ahahaha and then after that incident, he started casually calling me Snow White because of my hair and my pale face.
  • Libra: Aw shucks, Librans are the nicest people this known fact makes me cry every time. Anyway. There's this guy, past schoolmate, his house is near the train station near the school. When me and my siblings had to start using public transportation, he'd always offer to tag along with him and basically my other male friends as we all walk to the metro (and him to his house) cos there were so many nasty minded men along that area. I have a younger sister and she really likes this Libran guy. He's also very soft spoken.
  • Scorpio: I have so many fucking broken tales about me falling for Scorpio ALL THE FUCKING TIME. But lemme tell you my fave one: This guy, song of a family friend, I had so much feelings for him and his mom was really rooting for me to be with her Scorpio son even if her son already has a girlfriend. So Anyway, he's generally a nice guy. He made my heart crazy for lots of things. But there was one time that he was at our apartment and we invited him for a game of scrabble but he looked at me saying he doesn't wanna play with me because he knows that I'm a writer and will try getting an English major and that he'll just lose, so he won't play with me. Too bad I never really stood a chance with this guy ayayayay.
  • Sagittarius: OMG OFMG THIS HAS TO ME MY CURRENT FAVE so I've met this guy through an app again (21st century romance man) then we both know we like each other but it was so fucking hard for me because he's Korean with no English and I'm still trying to improve my Korean so anyway, we got to the point where I ask about his height, he said he's 180 or 180+. Then he asked me about mine. I said idk i haven't checked in a long while but i'm small and petite, around 155 cm. And then he went on saying "What? Are you a fairy?" and Ifs2g I broke even with my cheeks so red and my limbs all flailing around like that is the best way to subtly insult slash tease a girl about her lack in height.
  • Capricorn: HAHAHAHAHA okay so I went on two dates with this guy cos I had a delusional crush on him and them after a prom, he started developing a crush on my as well. Basically, things didn't end up so well, but lemme tell you this: he is one very supportive guy. He did lots of cute things like 1. that merge camping at our school (he was my senior) when he made me sushi (but it didn't end up to me cos of misunderstanding) or 2. when he tried learning this Korean song that I like with his guitar. But I guess, the cutest thing he've done was he gathered his friends in a train station to witness him asking me to be his girlfriend. Curious what happened next? I didn't show up.
  • Aquarius: I noticed that the Aquarians I know are not afraid of gore and blood and horror and everything between these things. There's this one guy that I had a short mutual crush with, younger than me, and every time that I can't finish reading web horror mangas, I'd always ask him to finish the manga for me and tell me what happen next so at least I sort of finish the story as well. I always start reading scary shit, already knowing I can't do scary shit, then I run to him on pm for help lol. We'd always talk after midnight with all these scary topics but in the end, I was the sissy chicken.
  • Pisces: My previous and only ex is a Pisces. And in the span of time we were together, he did make a handful of cute shit. But what always come to my mind whenever I think of any good things we had was that, even if we literally live on both ends of the land, he will always travel back and forth just to go to my city. He would always do everything to go and spend as much time as he can with me. He always ended up using so much money to use a taxi to get home cos he'd always miss the train. It's really cute of him that he really showed how much he loved my company that much.<p/></p>
Business (M - Yoongi)

*I kinda want this lol*

-Requests Closed-

Word Count: 1760 words


You were lying down on the sofa, lazily watching TV. Your husband still wasn’t home, working at a large law firm. He usually had a lot of meetings, some of which are surprise meeting that left you without a husband until 12am.

You sighed in relief when you heard your door open and he immediately called you.

“Babe?!” He walked in, his suit still looking fresh as if he just put it on. You loved that suit, he’s pretty damn sexy in business attire.

“Yes, Yoongi?”

“You made it.” You stare at him in disbelief, he couldn’t be serious.

“Wait-WHAT?”

“Are you trying to make me deaf? I said you got the job, Y/N.” You sat up, letting him sit next to you.

“Oh my freaking God.”

“You start on Friday, I can’t wait. But let’s set some ground rules.” You almost groan, sometimes he was more like your parents than your husband.

“Yoongi, I’m not a defiant teenager, I’m grown.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact that the guys at my-I mean our-company aren’t thirsty douchebags. Don’t dare try to trust one, no matter how nice he may seem.”

“Yoongi, you sound absolute crazy. Like one of those crazy men that you see when you’re hiking and tries to tell you that there’s some crazy murderer.”

“Well in horror movies, who’s usually right in the end?”

“Yoongi, most of the time it’s either the crazy man who kills them or everyone dies.”

“You don’t watch enough horror movies, then.”

“I think I’ve watched one too many.” You were definitely scared of horror movies, being the easily frightened type and you thought Yoongi loved that about you.

He loved to scare you, that is. You weren’t sure whether he scares you so you could cling onto his body or he enjoyed your scared reaction to his little scared that he sets up.

Either way, you wanted them to end but you knew that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“The fact of the matter is, you’re my wife and I’m willing to kick any guy’s ass for trying to flirt with you.”

“They’re not going to flirt with me, Yoongi.”

“They’ll think your ring is just an accessory. Guys think with their lower head, not the one up here.”

“And what makes you so different?”

“I’m a genius, babe. I think with both, speaking of which. My lower head had some thoughts, care to hear them?”

“Of course.” He leaned in to kiss you, his tongue licking your lips before exploring your mouth. He was on top of you easily, taking his usual dominant position.

It wasn’t long before you were bouncing on him, screaming his name so long you were sure the neighbours on your street knew his name. He only encouraged you to be louder, thrusting his hips into yours and you press your hand against his chest.

Climaxing came soon after, resulting in you cuddling up to Yoongi. He kissed your head, mumbling about how much he loved you before drifting asleep.


“Wake. Up.”

“5 more minutes.”

“That’s what you said 10 minutes ago.”

“I promise.”

“Babe, it’s your first day and we’re going to be late. Get your cute ass up.”

“Yah! Did you just spank me?”

“You didn’t mind when I did it last night.”

“Y-Yoongi..!”

“Come on.” You got up, feeling extremely lazy while doing simple tasks and Yoongi watched in annoyance. He rushed you to the car after eating and you were also annoyed.

“Hey, Princess. Pick up the pace, will ya?”

“You’re so insensitive.”

“I should have left you, then. You wouldn’t want to be with someone so insensitive, right?”

“Were you always this much of a dick or did I not notice?”

“Wow, haven’t heard that one in a long time. So glad you’ve brought that back, baby. If I knew you were going to turn this bitchy, I could have spared myself the oxygen.”

“Honestly, go fuck yourself.”

“Gladly.” You arrived at the building, the tall structure covered in glass never failed to intimidate you. You felt jittery, all these sudden nerves infesting your mind.

“Yoongi-”

“Is that you, Min?”

“Namjoon, of course it’s me. Who else could it be?”

“Confident as always and who’s this pretty lady?”

“None of your business, Kim.”

“Alright but we need to rush. There’s a meeting today again, Min.”

“Shit.” He looked to you, seeing you were still upset with him and shot you a sympathetic look.

“I know, okay but I’ll see you for lunch. Promise.”

“Fine.”

“That’s my girl.” He kissed you quickly before parting ways with you, leaving you to navigate around the building. You absentmindedly walked into someone, causing them to drop all their sheets.

“Goddamn it.”

“S-Sorry.”

“Oh-hey, are you new around here?”

“Yeah, I just started today.” He looked kind, not giving off the douchebag vibe Yoongi wanted you to expect. Maybe you were right about him being delusional.

“No wonder you looked so lost, haha. Do you need a tour guide, I’ll lend you my services. Free of charge.”

“What’s the catch?”

“One lunch with me, unfortunately.”

“I think I could manage that.” He smiled at you cutely and you ended up smiling back.

“I’m Jimin, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“Wow, everything about you is beautiful. Even your name.” Was he flirting with you?

“Thanks.”

“Now, let’s start this tour.” He explained where everything was, the dynamic of each section and where you were supposed to be. You were in the IT part of the building, making sure the system was up and running on every computer.

“Pretty with a smart brain. Aren’t you little miss perfect?”

“Jimin, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“I guess this concludes our tour, but now it’s onto lunch. Come on.” You followed him to the cafeteria, your eyes wandering to the seemingly endless food choices.

You settled for chicken parmesan, not letting your indecisiveness get the better of you. You two went up to the rooftop, eating happily. His thighs brushed against yours but you thought it was unconsciously, just letting go.

“You know, you’re really pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“I want you to show me how thankful you really are.” His hand was on your thigh now, caressing it and you pushed it off.

“I’m not that thankful.”

“Now, Y/N, don’t be shy. I promise I won’t bite too hard. Wouldn’t want to leave a hickey on this perfect skin of yours.”

“Stop, J-Jimin.” He leaned in, you closing your eyes to hope he would back but you felt a sudden breeze and a loud thud.

“Y-Yoongi?”

“Fucking asshole. Trying to pull moves on my wife, dickwad?”

“You’re married?”

“Her ring is not a goddamn decoration, if that’s what you thought dipshit.”

“Yoongi-” He just grabbed your wrist, pulling you along until you were in the room where all previous cases and records are. He locked the door, pushing you in first and you backed up.

“I was mad, okay and forgot that we were supposed to have lunch.”

“Didn’t I warn you, babe? The nice guys are still douchebags and he put his filthy hand on you. I should have made him bleed.”

“Yoongi-”

“Don’t bother. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll lose your goddamn voice.” He growled and kissed you harshly. The metal bars of the shelves pressed into your back and he pushed you back further. You cry out from that, your back hurting for the bar being wedged in.

“Yoongi.”

“You like it when his thigh touched yours, didn’t you?”

“A-ah.”

“It turned you on knowing someone else wanted to touch you, you dirty little girl.”

“N-No.”

“Don’t even try to lie to me, babe. I know you.” He pushed up your skirt, revealing the garter belt you were wearing. Your lace panties looked amazing against the see through garter and he didn’t hesitate to tear off your panties.

“Y-Yoongi.”

“Look at how fucking wet you are.” He swiped your pussy, showing you his fingers glistening in your juices and you had to bite your lip.

He slid two fingers inside you, telling you just how tight you were. He nibbled on your ear while you moaned his name. It excited him more, knowing that nobody could hear their name being moaned by you like his name was.

There was nobody that made you soak your panties faster than him, and he fucking loved that. He unbuttoned your blouse and lifted your bra over your chest, revealing your breasts.

“Are you really that horny? With your pretty little nipples all hard for me.” His free hand twisted and pinched your nipple, getting a rise out of you.

“Yoongi-ah-h.”

“You like that?”

“Y-Yes.” He smirked, repeating the process alongside fingering you. He started kissing your neck, not caring about where his hickey was and it was a bruise on your skin. He left some more on your breasts and collarbone before pulling away.

“Y-Yoongi.”

“Fuck.” He pulled his fingers out of you, licking up every drop of you off his fingers and pushing you against the copier in the room.

“Please.”

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please give me y-your thick cock, I need i-it.” The tip teased your clit while you begged and he complied with your request.

“Fuck.”

“N-Nghh.” He entered you from behind, your back arched and his hand on your hips. You moaned louder, he always had the ability to make you scream on top of your lungs. He didn’t go as fast as he usually did, not wanting to alert anyone of what was going on in there.

“Y-Yoongi.”

“How could you be so naughty, babe?”

“F-Fuck.” He slapped your ass on every syllable, adding more pleasure to your body. He held you by your hips, sometimes stopping so you could feel all of him inside you.

“G-God-Yoongi.”

“Shit, babe.”

“Please..I want to c-cum.” He didn’t say anything but, his actions spoke for him. You felt him thrust deeper, wanting you to feel the tip of his cock pushing against your g-spot. His fingers also found your clit, playing with it in hopes to sending you over the edge.

You came, your legs shaking while it occurred and he came as well with the clenching of your walls around him. He pulled out, pulling the condom off him and hiding it in the garbage.

“This is only your first day, baby.”

~Admin Blake

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anonymous asked:

So this question is weird and you don't have to do it if you don't want too but who do you think are the virgins and non virgins of bts now that they are much older. Sorry if you did this question already

This one is quite interesting. I’ll try, but this is absolutely something I really can’t guess properly. But anyways.

Jin: I don’t think he’s a virgin. He could be, and I think he’s the most likely in the hyung-line. But I’m saying he isn’t just because of his age. He’s got hormones to deal with, after all.

Yoongi: Pretty sure he’s not a virgin. Like, I’m 90% sure. He just seems like the type to like sex, and being quite sexually active (although sometimes he might be to lazy to top). Even if it’s just drunken one night-stands. And in relationships as well.

Hobi: Could be a virgin, could not be a virgin. But he’s less likely than Jin at least. I simply think that Jin might be better at holding back, while Hobi might just go for it. And also he’s still quite upset/sensitive about a previous relationship. And he might be the type who’s just really emotional, but I think it was a quite serious relationship since he’s still upset about it. And if it was a serious one, I’m pretty sure they had sex.

Namjoon: He’s the one who got a virus onto one of the company’s computers because he downloaded porn. He’s not a virgin. You can fight me on this one. He, again, seems like someone who’s pretty sexually active.

Jimin: I’m pretty sure he’s still a virgin. Simply because off-stage, he’s quite shy and adorable. Not sex on legs, like he is on stage. But he could still have had sex. It’s not impossible.

Taehyung: I actually have no clue. On one hand, I can see him being very shy and innocent and definitely still a virgin. But in the other, I can see him having loads of hormones so jerking off just doesn’t do it for him any more, and being quite flirty. So I have absolutely no idea about him.

Jungkook: He just turned legal. And, where I live, people don’t really care if they’re of age or not, they’ll have sex anyways. But I think people in Korea are more strict about that. So I’m pretty sure he’s still a virgin. Unless he got drunk on his birthday and had sex then.

Thank you for requesting xx

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This was initially supposed to be a short comic strip for digimon otp week. But I got busy..and lazy. And I forgot all about it. So here’s a panel.

lol

Anyway, the short was for the “day of firsts” portion: Sora and Taichi’s first days in elementary school. Sora has a hard time adjusting and Taichi notices and wants to cheer her up. One day after school, he passes her a soccer ball and invites her to play with him while they wait for their parents to pick them up from school.

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History Channel's The World Wars in a nutshell. The image on the left is a Soviet tank attack some time after Stalingrad. The one on the right shows an American tank attack around the time of the Battle of the Bulge.

As you can see with the still images on the bottom with the “American” attack flipped around, it is the exact same thing. They quite literally took the same shot, flipped it so the tanks were going the other way, and digitally altered it with American markings.

While the show got plenty of more serious things wrong, I think that this really just epitomizes the laziness and lack of respect for anything even approaching historical fidelity that plagued the entire series.

Olicity fic:

Title: Four conversations that Felicity and Oliver have had in bed
Rating: T
Pairing: Olicity
Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak

Summary: Three in Nanda Parbat, one in Starling city.

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1.

In the first five minutes after, in Nanda Parbat, as they’re still catching their breath, Felicity runs her fingers over Oliver’s chest, up to his jaw and back, her brow furrowed, slick with sweat.

She catches his smile. “What?”

“I’ve never seen you so quiet before.”

Felicity shrugs, lips quirking. “Don’t have much to say right now.”

“No?”

“No.”

She’s running her fingers along the fault lines in his skin, tracing the outline of a burn scar, then the ridge left by a serrated knife, then the nick by a sword –

“What’re you thinking about?”

“I’m not thinking.”

“You’re always thinking,” he nudges her and she smiles, her mouth soft.

“I’m memorizing.”

“Memorizing what?”

“You.” She plants a little kiss in the centre of his chest and he wonders how the hell he’s got lucky enough to have this moment with her.

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anonymous asked:

That stuffed Peridot and Lion where great. Your art is amazing. If you dont mind, let me offer some criticism. The background of the picture had a style that didnt quite match with the characters, who had complex lighting next to flat color funland. There was a sort of obvious feel of 'these pictures dont quite match' that was sort of distracting. I mean, its still great art, its just super obvious what your priority in the art was. Keep up the wonderful art, your so good!

//((No no I LOVE criticism! Give it right in between the eyes I always say, it’s just there to make me better! Truth is I just got super lazy lol, I spent quite a lot of time on just the lineart and my personal coloring style has several different layers so after coloring the babes, I was really tired and I just wanted to push out the update since I haven’t done it in a while hhh. I actually work in two styles mostly on my other art blog. My main personal style is the one you see here, but I also developed a Steven Universe-esc style as well, which includes coloring so basically you see my SU style coloring in the background since it’s easier ehehe//))

preference #5: all of me by john legend

M I C H A E L C L I F F O R D

what would i do without your smart mouth? drawing me in and you kicking me out

You stomped into your apartment, slamming the door behind you. You made your way to the kitchen, stumbling a little due to the drinks you had. “Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?” Michael exclaimed before opening the door and slamming it behind him, following you. “Weird, that’s exactly what I was thinking!” you snapped, turning around, jumping a bit when you saw how close he was, only inches away from you. You could see the annoyance in his eyes. “Oh? Is that why you decided to go psycho-girlfriend on me for no reason?” he retorted, tilting his head condescendingly at you. “Fuck you, Michael!” you growled, pushing him away by his chest. He only took a couple steps backward but that was enough for you to walk out of the kitchen, kicking your heels off on the way. You pulled at the tight dress you were wearing, heading to the bedroom to change when Michael stood in front of the door. “What the hell is your problem?” he asked. “What’s my problem?” you repeated, tapping your chin. “Well, let’s see, I have a boyfriend who spends most of his time playing video games and being with his friends, but when he actually does spend time with me, he flirts with other girls!” He laughed dryly. “You are so crazy!” he concluded. “I wasn’t ‘flirting with other girls’, I was getting our drinks- like you asked me to!” “Wow, so not only are you a jackass, but you a liar too. Aren’t I lucky?” you asked sarcastically. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He reached behind him and opened the door before moving aside. “Just change and go to sleep,” he told you, his voice tight as he tried to keep his calm. “You’re drunk. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” You scoffed, walking into the bedroom and pulling your dress off. You grabbed a random shirt off the ground - which turned out to be one of Michael’s - and you pulled it on. “Sure you won’t be too busy talking to that bartender?” you grumbled, throwing the blankets back. “Oh my God,” he mumbled, rubbing his face. As you climbed into bed, he grabbed his pillow and a blanket from the closet. “Where are you going?” you called. He poked his head in the door. “I’m sleeping on the couch, so you don’t murder me in my sleep,” he replied. You glared. “Why don’t you just go sleep at that bartender’s house?” you snapped. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Maybe I will,” he responded, shutting the door. You heard footsteps and then the front door open and then slam, causing you to jump. You rolled your eyes, laying down and closing your eyes, trying to sleep. It only took you about five minutes before you sighed, throwing the blanket off of you and grabbing your keys, making your way to the front door. As soon as you stepped out, you looked down to find Michael sitting against the wall, his head in his hands. He looked up when he heard you. You chewed on your lip, thinking of the right words. Finally, you held out your hand. “Come on,” you instructed. “It’s fine, I’ll just go to Luke’s tonight and let you cool off,” he responded, pushing himself off of the ground. You grabbed his wrist before he could leave. “Please, Michael,” you whispered. “I’m sorry I freaked out and that I have a smart mouth and say stupid things, but I just- I don’t know, I saw you talking and laughing with that bartender and… I don’t know, I just don’t want to lose you because you found someone better.” He paused for a moment before turning around, releasing his wrist from your grip to hold tilt your head up and press his lips against yours. You didn’t hesitate to respond, moving your lips against his eagerly. He pulled away first, resting his forehead against yours before exhaling. “Yes, you do have a smart mouth and say stupid things,” he started. “But you’re not going to lose me because there is no one better. Besides, what would I do without your smart mouth?” You chuckled, pecking his lips one more time. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

L U K E H E M M I N G S

got my head spinning, no kidding, i can’t pin you down, what’s going on in that beautiful mind?

You and Luke laid in bed, each of you trying to catch your breath. You had your head on his chest, drawing lazy shapes on his chest while he ran his fingers through your hair. He’d only gotten back from LA a few hours ago and finally got around to visiting you, after his family. But after he took you out to lunch, he dropped a bombshell on you: he has to leave for LA again in a few weeks and stay for two months. Though he came up with a solution so you two don’t have to go through the goodbyes and missing each other again; he asked you to come with him. It caught you off guard and you told him you’d think about it and once you got to your house, you got occupied with other things. But now it was all you could think about. You wanted to go with him so bad but you knew you’d miss your family and friends. Sure, you probably had earned enough time off of work, so that wouldn’t be a problem, but you’d never even been out of the country. You’d never been on a plane and you hadn’t decided whether or not it was a good, rational idea. All you were sure of is that you absolutely hate being away from Luke for so long. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” Luke whispered against your hair, pressing a kiss on the  top of your head. You grinned at his words, feeling your cheeks heat up. Even after all this time, he still had that effect on you. You lifted your head, flattening your hand on his chest before resting your chin on it, staring at him. “How much I love you,” you told him cheekily. He laughed, leaning his head against the headboard as he stared at you through tired eyes. “Sure you were, baby,” he replied. You winked at him before resting your cheek on your hand instead. “Y/N?” he asked after a few moments of silence. “Hm?” you hummed, your eyes fluttering closed. “Have you thought about what I asked? Earlier?” he asked hesitantly. You sighed, sitting up fully. You reached over the side of the bed, grabbing Luke’s discarded Nirvana shirt and pulling it over your head before facing him. “I have, it’s just-” You pursed your lips, thinking of the right words. “What if I decide to go and something bad happens while we’re out there?” “What do you mean, something bad?” he asked, sitting up against the headboard. “I mean,” you started, grabbing his hands and playing with his fingers, focusing your attention on that rather than his eyes. “What if we get in some huge argument and break up? Or you get sick of me being there and break up with me? Or what if you meet someone else and-” “Y/N,” he interrupted. “Sorry,” you apologized, glancing up at his face. “But we can’t tell the future, Luke. What if we break up - for whatever reason - and I’m just stuck out there, you having to deal with me until I can catch a flight back?” He laughed, pulling his hand away from you before leaning over to grab your hips and lift you so that you were straddling his hips. “Baby, you worry too much,” he told you, kissing your nose. “I’m serious!” you insisted, laughing. “I know, that’s why it’s funny,” he replied. “Look, I know we can’t tell the future. But I do know I love you and I don’t plan on letting go of that - ever.” “You don’t kn-” “Y/N, stop,” he commanded. “If you choose to come with us to LA, I promise you I will make it an amazing experience. Just trust me.” You bit your lips, processing his words. “Okay,” you finally decided. “Okay?” he echoed, a growing smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile too, nodding. He broke out in a smile, his dimple deep. He pulled your face down, crashing your lips against yours. You responded, feeling his fingers creep beneath the shirt you were wearing. “Round two?” he mumbled against your lips. You giggled. “Let’s go.”

A S H T O N I R W I N

how many time do i have to tell you? even when you’re crying, you’re beautiful too

You and Ashton were laying on the couch, cuddled up and watching the Notebook. He had one arm resting on your waist, the other holding his head up while you had both hands folded beneath your head, focused on the movie. It was something you’d seen a million times but each time it made you cry just as much as the first time. Ashton had seen it plenty of times and didn’t mind it, but he was just getting sick of watching it so much. And as this was the first proper time you two had spent together since he got back from tour a week ago, he’d much rather be doing something else - anything else. He shifted as the movie came to an end, the credits rolling. “You still awake?” he murmured in your ear, reaching for the remote to turn the movie off. You only hummed in response, sitting up and facing away from him, hurriedly wiping the tears away from your eyes. “Are you crying, Y/N?” Ashton asked with a hint of humor in his voice. “Fuck off,” you told him, chuckling when your voice cracked. He laughed, scooting himself to sit behind you with his legs on either side of yours. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. “Aw, baby, are you okay?” he cooed teasingly. You laughed, turning your head to look at him. “Sorry, this probably wasn’t how you wanted to spend time with me - watching the Notebook and seeing me cry for the billionth time,” you replied. He laughed, kissing your cheek. “Even though there are a few other things I’d much prefer to do with you, I don’t mind,” he explained, causing you to smack his arm lightly. “You’re adorable to watch this movie with.” You scoffed. “I’m sure,” you responded sarcastically. “Not only do I get way too into it, but I ugly cry. It must be a blast.” “That’s not true,” he argue. “How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you’re crying, you’re beautiful.” You rolled your eyes, smiling as you turned around slightly in his grip to face him. “You must think you’re charming, don’t you?” you asked him. He gave you a dimpled smile. “Maybe, but I know I’m truthful,” he told you cheekily. You laughed, pressing your lips to his. “I love you,” you mumbled against his lips. “Not as much as I love you,” he countered, deepening the kiss.

C A L U M H O O D

you’re my downfall, you’re my muse; my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues

“Y/N,” Calum whined loudly from the bedroom. You were in the kitchen, making yourself a snack. “What?” you asked. “Come here!” he called. You finished making your sandwich before walking back to your shared bedroom, finding Calum sitting on the bed with his bass in lap and notebook papers sprawled out around him. You leaned against the door frame, taking a bite of your sandwich. “Hm?” you asked. He looked up at you, pouting. “I can’t think of anything,” he complained. “You’ve only been trying for about half an hour, baby,” you pointed out. “Not to mention, you don't have to get a song done tonight.” “I know that but I have the inspiration to write, I just.. can’t,” he explained. “Anything I can do to help?” you offered. He moved the papers around, clearing a spot on the bed before patting the spot beside him. “Stay in here?” he asked. “Cal, you told me last time that I always distract you whenever you’re trying to write,” you reminded him. “I’m not going to stay with you so you can blame your lack of focus on me later.” He widened his eyes, his pout growing, “But please, Y/N?” he asked. You sighed. “Fine,” you said, walking over and taking a seat in the open spot. He immediately leaned over and stole your sandwich, shoving the rest of it in his mouth at once. You gave him a look, which he only returned with an innocent stare. “What?” he asked through a mouthful of food. You shook your head. “You’re gross,” you muttered, picking up the papers and flicking through them. Most were filled with odd lyrics and words scribbled out, but one paper had the first verse, a chorus and the first line to the second verse. “That’s where I’m stuck,” he informed you, noticing you reading through. “Aw, this is such a cute song!” you complimented, a smile on your face. It amazed you how your boyfriend seemed to have an amazing way with words - on paper, at least. He gave a a cheeky smile. “What can I say? I’ve got a great muse,” he responded, winking at you. You rolled your eyes, not able to fight your smile from growing or your cheeks from darkening. “Alright, Mr. Corny,” you said. “How about you just take a break? We can watch a movie or something.” He set the guitar aside, placing all the papers beside it. “See? This is what I meant. You always distract me so much,” he complained, walking out of the room. “I’m not forcing you to do anything!” you argued, following him. “The boys won’t know that if I don’t finish this song and blame it on you,” he pointed out, plopping down onto the couch. “So, what movie?”

A U T H O R S N O T E

yes i am very aware calum’s sucks but i’ve had the other three done for like two days now but i got stuck on his and yeah pls don’t hate me