i guess this team is kind of good

the reading of a quiet boy’s heart ❁ peter parker

summary : these are the contents of nine love letters, sappily written and addressed to you, written by a very lovestruck peter parker. plus a bonus one, because the sap couldn’t resist. 

technically a part two to love letters, but you can def read this separately. 

wc : 3.4k

author’s note : i didn’t think this through oh my god nine fucKING LETTERS I DID NOT THINK THIS THROUGH i still did it tho enjoy loves

  Peter had a kind heart, the softest you’d ever encountered before, and it was the pure goodness inside him that made you begin to fall for him in the first place. He sat beside you, a respectable distance settling between your bodies simply because he was a commendable gentleman and despite everything, despite all his feelings and wants and thoughts about you, he didn’t want you make assumptions about the type of boy he was. He wanted you to continue liking him for quite sometime, which is precisely the reason he was sliding his letters over to you now. 

  They were his prized possessions from over these past few months, all ten of them, though you’d already had the tenth read to you, and while he had never really expected this moment to come to fruition, he was happy that it was. “So, um, should I read them out loud?” He sifted through the pile to find the first one, and held it out in front of him once it was located. You arranged yourself comfortably on the bed, legs crossed and a ridiculously large smile on your face that Peter couldn’t possibly say no to. 

   He cleared his throat, ducking his head toward the paper. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       Hi. It’s Peter. If you’re reading this, which I highly doubt that you are because why would you be, you know it’s me, Peter, so I probably didn’t need to repeat that like eight times. Whatever. This is pen. I can’t erase it now so I’ll just keep it because the messiness of crossing out all these screwed up sentences would give me anxiety. I figured I’d write this to you because, well, I don’t have the balls to say any of this face to face. I can safely say that such a thing isn’t what I’m ready for. Maybe one day. God, I hope so. I know that if I got a letter like this, I’d be really happy, since it just means that someone was thinking of you and wanted to show it. I hope that one day, if you’re reading this, it makes you happy to know that I think about you. Or maybe you’ll be creeped out. I hope not. That’d be really depressing. Anyways, I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really pretty and I like when you smile at me in school and yeah. You make me happy. Thanks for that. So yeah. Next letter will be way more thoughtful and intricate. I’m new to this writing this. You don’t care. You’re not even reading this. Okay bye. 

     Peter was flushed with embarrassment by the time he uttered the last two words, looking at his knees and laughing a bit before looking back up at you. He was glad to see that you weren’t giving him a mocking smirk. “That was adorable,” you laughed, rubbing his back encouragingly. “Go on. Please.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek gently, and his face lit up where your lips met his skin. He found the next letter immediately and faced you as he read it. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       As promised, I’ve taken it upon myself to gather my thoughts before writing this to you and I hope I am much more coherent than I was in the initial one. I’m trying here. I learned some new words, too. I more of a whiz when it comes to science and mathematics. I’m decent at English, but you probably know that because you sit behind me. You’re amazing in English class. You probably know that just because you’re you and you know how you perform in your own classes. All right, so maybe I’m not as coherent as I thought I was gonna be. Moving on. In English today the teacher passed out different essays to everyone and we had to peer edit each other’s work. I didn’t get your essay but Ned did and I forced him to give it to me. I think he was just putting up a fight because he likes to torture me, which is fine. What are best friends for, right? Well, I read your essay and you’re probably the most wonderful writer I’ve ever read from. Seriously. You have this way with words and it makes me wish I was more of a writer so that I could express the way you make me feel in better sentence structures than the mediocre ones I’m forming at this very second. You’re an excellent writer. If you ever write a book and you have a book signing in some Barnes and Noble in the city or in The Strand, I’m gonna be the first in line, without a doubt. I’ll buy like fifty signed copies. I swear. Write a book. You’d wow everyone, and I think everyone deserves to read a bit of the Y/N Y/L/N’s work. You’d be doing the world a disservice if you didn’t share your talents, but it’s up to you, of course. Just think about it though. 

    “Aw, Peter,” you cooed, throwing your arms around him and pressing your lips against his quickly, your face burning but your smile infinite. “You’ll be the first to read my book when it’s finished. You’ll be the one it’s dedicated to.” In response, the shy boy nuzzled his nose affectionately against your cheek, at a loss for words because this girl in front of him was everything he could have dreamed of and more. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      We were partners in Chemistry today. I’m sorry if I came off like a rude, inconsiderate jerk. I’m gonna be honest right now. I’m shy. You make me shy. I was quiet because if I had talked to you the way that I wanted to, I would’ve be a stupid and stuttering mess and that’s not how I want to talk to you. I know we’ve had conversations before and they’ve been fine but a lot of stuff is different now and whenever we talk I get these butterflies in my stomach that make it hard to think or breathe or talk or look at you or hold things or do basic human tasks. So, that’s why I wouldn’t talk to you. I just didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of the coolest and loveliest girl I know, also known as you. Please don’t hate me. I don’t want you to hate me. 

   He coughed, embarrassed again, but he didn’t let that deter him from reading you the rest of the letters. He’d never let anything deter him from talking to you again.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      I think I’m in over my head. With everything, not just with you. I can’t really mention specifics, not even to you despite the fact that we’re not acquaintances anymore. We’re more like kind of friends, which is great! It means progress. Progress is good. It’s the one good thing lately. I’ll keep it vague. I get beat up every night and then every day I get picked on by Flash. He doesn’t hit or anything- I don’t think he’d be very good at it- but being called Penis Parker all the freaking time takes a toll on a guy, you know? It pretty much sucks. And I can’t tell May what’s going on because I know for a fact that she’ll freak out and everyone knows that if May starts freaking out, I’m gonna freak out even harder, and that’s a scary sight to see. Plus I had to quit Robotics and I really wanted to take the team to the competition this year. I also quit band but I’m not as upset about that. The uniform sucks. It’s too tight. I guess I’m getting muscles. It’s kind of weird since I’ve always been scrawny but I don’t know, it’s interesting enough. I’m not complaining. Maybe you like that in a guy. I don’t know. I try not to think about what you like in a guy because I’m pretty sure your dream dude won’t be anything like me. It’s fine. I’m happy admiring from afar. I like you a lot. I’m good with just being friends if that’s your wish. I don’t know why I’m telling you all these things that I am, but I feel like if you were really here and watching me write this, if you could read this, you’d listen and you’d understand. You always listen, even when I’m rambling, even though we don’t talk much. 

   When he stopped talking and reached for the next letter, taking the faded blue piece of paper from his stack, he knew the feeling pooling inside his stomach was nothing short of elation. He was right, as he often was. You listened. You did.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      Today, you punched Flash in the nose. No one saw it coming. But I think I fell in love with you right then and there. Or at least, I fell deeper in like with you. He called me Penis Parker again and you grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back, you told him to leave me be and he said that if you were sticking up for a nobody like me, you were nothing better. He was wrong. You’re a thousand times better. You stuck up for me and I’ll never be able to repay you for that. You just looked at me and I’ve never seen you look so fiery or so livid but you did and you raised your fist and you punched him and he was bleeding and you didn’t stop to help him, you grabbed my arm and you marched me away from them. No one has ever done something like that for me before. Ned says that it’s because you might like me, too, and I think I’m gonna hold on to the hope for a while longer. I want someone as kind as you to like me. And let’s face, you were a badass. It was epic. And I seriously hope you like me back, you amazingly awesome human being. 

   “You should really listen to Ned more often,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder and pretending that you hadn’t kind of been tearing up this whole time. Peter pretend not to notice like the chivalrous boy that he was and nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I should, right?” 

  Dear Y/N,

        This one’s gonna be short, because May is bothering me about who I’m always writing to and I promised I’d explain. I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna tell her about you. These letters just help me blow off some steam and I guess it makes me feel pretty good to think maybe you’d potentially wanna read them someday. I don’t know. I think it’d be cool to give them to you, but I doubt that day will come. I think I already wrote that in a letter. Damn. I’ll move on. You got detention for punching Flash, sorry about that. Still, you told me that I shouldn’t feel bad about it because the guy had it coming. He totally did. You’re really cool. I’m gonna stop now because this letter is lame bye I like you.

   You poking the dimple emerging on Peter’s cheek and he wrinkled his nose, cringing back. You kissed the little indent. He didn’t want you to ever stop kissing him. The little I like you placed at the end of most of the letters really sealed the deal. 

   Dear Y/N, 

     Aunt May is now dying to meet you. I’m so sorry. I hope you never actually meet her because she’ll probably ask you to marry me and hit on you on my behalf just because she’s afraid I won’t be able to do it myself. She thinks you’re awesome. It’s probably because you punched someone. May is very big on girl power. I think you’d like her. Maybe you could meet her one day? I don’t know why I’m asking you’re not actually reading this and it’s a rhetorical question so yeah. Did I mention I like you? You gave me your book to read today after I mentioned that the series was something I was interested in. Seriously, you just whipped out the whole series and told me to read it whenever. You have the nicest smile when you smile at me. Please stop having such a nice smile. It’s unfair for the rest of us and I keep liking you more and more. It’s getting out of hand. Ned thinks so, too. 

   “See, that was a situation where you shouldn’t have listened to Ned.” 

    “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Should I keep reading?” 

    “I wouldn’t forgive you if you stopped.” 

  Dear Y/N, 

      I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s going to drive me mad. I like you so much it’s gonna suffocate me. Talking to you is the highlight of my day. My affection for you keeps growing and growing and growing as time passes us by and I don’t know what to do about because if I tell you I could either lose you or have the opportunity to be with the greatest person I’ve ever known besides my aunt and my uncle and Tony Stark,  but if I don’t tell you I could lose you. Either way, I could potentially never be with you. And I can’t take the risk. Maybe I should just get over you. Maybe I’d be better off. 

    Without wait, Peter flipped to the final letter. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      It’s been awhile. Sorry about that. I thought I’d try to move on. I tried to like Liz, I figured I could at least try, but she doesn’t compare even though she’s very nice to me, too. She’s not you. You’re the only you. You’re Y/N and I like Y/N not Liz and you’re Y/N and I no longer know what I’m saying. Michelle told me you’re avoiding me because of Liz and that you think I like her and it’s making you upset. Don’t be upset with me. That’s the last thing I wan. I just wanna scream HEY Y/N YOU LOVELY HUMAN BEING YOU I LIKE YOU DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YEAH I LIKE YOU DATE ME LOVE ME. I said love. I’m gonna go now. Bye. 

     Peter placed it atop the stack, and you added the tenth one there as well. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed about his feelings. They were right there, right in front of you, his heart already read aloud and listened to you and appreciated by you. The thought seized him and made him lace his fingers through yours, shy smile shy eyes that met yours before closing and kissing you, and everything about him was soft. Soft lips that slanted against yours and kissed you in the way that anyone in love would want to be kissed, with love and with passion and as if he’d never want to do anything else for the rest of his life. Soft hands that tentatively found their way to your hips but didn’t go beyond there, soft hands that caressed your face in that adoring way he did and wound in your hair. Soft eyes that locked on yours and didn’t look away when you both broke for a second, your breathing labored. His forehead pressed against yours. He didn’t want to pull away, ever. 

    May casually strolled into the room, and Peter pulled back quickly but with annoyance, raising his eyebrows at his aunt. She’d let the boy have his kiss, happy- so happy- that her Peter was getting what he deserved, but she was still the parental figure and parental figures had to be responsible. That’s what she had been told, anyway. “Sorry, honey, I just wanted to be introduced to that girl you were telling me about just, like, two days ago.” She said cheerfully, smiling adoringly at her nephew and then at you. You grinned back, standing up to introduce yourself. 

   “I’m Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker,” you stuck your hand out, but May pulled you in for a hug instead. 

   “You can just call me May.” She gave you a squeeze, very motherly, and you missed Peter’s outstanding beam as he watched his two favorite girls embrace. May lightly shoved Peter’s shoulder, then said, “Peter, are you gonna invite her to stay for dinner or what?” 

   “Maaayyyy, let me get my own dates,” he pouted, ushering her out of the room. When she left, her laugh still ringing throughout the apartment, Peter leaned causally against his doorframe in a painful attempt to look cool. “So, Y/N, would you stay for dinner?” Before you could reply with an obvious, May’s voice called, “Or forever? You could stay forever. I’d be on board with that!” 

   Peter blushed, rushing out of the room to tell her to keep quiet, but you didn’t mind one bit. Staying with Peter Benjamin Parker forever didn’t sound like a bad life, not one bit. 

   You hadn’t left Peter’s apartment until nearly ten o’clock, and even then, he had rode the train home with you to prolong the night. He kissed you at your doorstep twice, once on the lips, swift and sweet, and then once on the forehead, tender and caring. Then, he left, continuously looking back at your grinning face so much that he walked straight into your mailbox and nearly squashed a stray cat that had been wandering by. You smiled all the way up to your bedroom, thinking about the adorable idiot that had ensnared your heart in his hands. That night, he wrote you another letter, this time with the intent of giving it to you. 

   He delivered it at your locker a week later (he had spent that week editing it over and over again, making sure his feelings were true), appearing just as you were shutting the metal doors with an envelope in his outstretched hand. He was fidgeting, yes, but he was excited, and you took the letter in your hands after leaping into his arms and sending him flying across the hallway. He didn’t fall, though, which was a plus. 

   Dear Y/N,  

     I’ve heard from a few people that I don’t know what love is because I’m fifteen and technically my brain hasn’t fully developed. Here’s the thing, though: I don’t care. There’s not one part of me that cares about what science says right now. They can say what they want. Maybe, just maybe, I don’t know what love is. Maybe I haven’t the slightest clue. But maybe is a word that means you can never really know and that everything just a possibility. So, there’s only a very slight possibility that I don’t know what love is, but there’s a greater possibility that I do. However, for now, I’ll tell you what I do know. I know that when you smile at me even for just a second I can feel my entire heart quicken in its beats. I feel my pulse racing. I know that when you look at me in that soft and sweet way you do I feel for just a second that nothing could ever possibly hurt me as long as you keep looking at me like that, forever. I know your laugh makes me blush and that when you kiss me I’m completely invincible. I know that every song on my playlist can connect back to you someway somehow and I know that the sound of your voice can make my whole day. 

   If that’s not love, then I have no clue what love is. I’m pretty sure it’s love, though. Correct me if I’m wrong, my love. I’m pretty sure that these feelings that flutter around my stomach day and night and make miss you even when you’ve only been gone for five minutes are love, because what else could they possibly be? I love you, and you’ve made the world, my world, a better place just by making yourself at home in my heart. So thank you for letting me love you and loving me in return. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you, just like I can’t repay you for punching Flash, but I plan on spending as long as you’ll allow me trying to do so. 

Your very in love boyfriend who knows this is too sappy but doesn’t care, 

       Peter Benjamin Parker :) 

   He added the smiley face in, a quick little doodle, and sometimes you liked to joke that the smiley face was what made you know you were in love with him. It wasn’t. It was everything else about that wonderful boy. But it the smiley face was certainly adorable. 


Hi, here’s more of the Bloodborne AU nobody asked for! And here’s some tunes for the mood.

Jamison wakes to a pale sky and hard stone splayed beneath his back.

Sweet smelling flowers cluster by his head. The surrounding garden breathes with the passing winds, soft blades of grass whispering unintelligible secrets by his ears. The air is cool, gentle, the breeze a welcome touch, but no matter how many times he’s come back, everything has a sticky sort of dampness that clings to his clothes and burrows down through his marrow, the kind that hangs around the riverside or amongst weathered gravestones.

Death, he supposes. Not that it ever truly comes.

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anonymous asked:

do you think Mabel and Dipper fit the messiah/machiavel trope? cuz I do, and it makes me cry

Okay, I’ve never heard of this trope before so I had to do a bit of research. What I’ve gathered is that the trope is a type of teamwork, usually in the political sense: the shining charismatic leader and the vicious, cunning enforcer who supports the leader and/or their cause. The Messiah is the light and the Machieval is the shadow behind that light. The Messiah usually adheres to morality (like Jesus whom the term originates from); the Machieval favors expediency over morality (like Machiavelli whom the term originates from). Which all does sound like the kind of dynamic Dipper and Mabel have. Outside of the dynamic, I’d even say the individual titles, Machieval and Messiah, fit their characters too.

The Messiah in a narrative context is usually “the visionary, the leader, the savior, the person who may be literally god touched, or just god touched in the sense of the charisma, depth, and power of their vision or capacity to lead/embody that movement.”

Mabel is a natural born leader, there’s no doubt. Its easy for her to reach out and connect with others on an emotional level, and even inspire others to change for the better. She’s incredibly charismatic and charming, and her power even at 12 years old is enough to attract the attention of Gravity Falls’ villains, the gnomes and Gideon, who are insistent on making her their Queen. Seemingly effortlessly she can inspire others to help make her visions (trying out her idealistic version of management running the Mystery Shack, creating and constructing an entire sock opera in a week, etc.) a reality. All qualities of a good leader.

But a Messiah is more than a leader; they’re a savior. Mabel is also capable of seeing the good in others and offering forgiveness even if there’s no real evidence of this being true. She deems Pacifica and Robbie worthy of redemption. In NWHS she looks into Stan’s eyes, the windows to his soul, and judges him to be a good person worthy of being trusted and forgiven, despite all the bad things he’s done. After hearing Ford’s story in AToTS, Mabel basically instantly forgives the man and starts seeing him as another Grunkle she loves dearly, and wants nothing more than for Stan and Ford to forgive each other as she has forgiven them. When Dipper wants to rush into adulthood and becomes blinded by the supernatural, Mabel keeps him a child and reminds him of what’s truly important.

And like a Messiah, Mabel strives to be a good person. Yes, she’s flawed because she’s human. She can be aggressive and self-centered and impulsive. She can be blinded by her infatuations. She avoids emotional confrontation and would prefer to live in optimistic denial when she’s scared and life gets hard. But Mabel wants and tries to be a good, kind person. She goes out of her way to compliment others or brighten their days. She tries to do the right thing in any given situation, often playing morality police to Stan and Dipper. And when she’s wrong, she usually acknowledges that and apologizes. Mabel truly genuinely cares about other people and doing the right thing, and that’s more than most people can say.

Symbolically, Mabel takes on a Messiah-esque pose when she lets go of the button and essentially allows the universe to decide her, and everyone else’s, fates. In Weirdmaggadon she is literally seen as an icon of hope, inspiration, and guidance for Dipper and Gideon, and possibly Wendy and Soos as well. Her being alive and representing doing good, striving to be a good person despite her flaws, and having the ability to defeat Bill on her own (who is basically the “Devil” in this story) is what motivates them all to help find her and save her during the apocalypse and thus save the universe. So, yes, I think we can all agree that Mabel fits the Messiah trope quite well.

The Machiavel is a “term given to people who function in pragmatic, vicious, cunning ways. This is the person who holds the knife to the throat or the guns under the table. The one who blackmails, bribes, and does all the things that should never have to be done but must be done for the things they love.”

Dipper is not at all afraid to get his hands dirty to get what he wants and usually won’t hesitate to do what (he feels) must be done in a situation, even if that’s an immoral action. He’s a guile hero, ambitious, relying mostly on his wits, cunning and pragmatic with a grayscale sense of justice, all qualities that are very Machiavellian in nature. There are many, many examples of Dipper favoring expediency over morality shown in canon.

Like in Fight Fighters (lying and cheating to win a fight), Boss Mabel (ripping people off for money), The Golf War (cheating and sabotaging his sister’s competitor by manipulating others into doing what he wants) Sock Opera (making a literal deal with a demon to get what he wants), Society of the Blind Eye (using a memory erasing gun to erase the society member’s memories to prevent them from erasing anyone in town’s memories again, essentially committing the action he’s condemning the society for), A Tale of Two Stans (coming up with the idea to use the same gun on gov agents despite knowing the potential consequences the memory erasure could have on the agents’ sanities), the Stanchurian Candidate (mind-controlling his great uncle for political reasons, an action that’s literally compared to that of a villain in the show), etc. 

In Headhunters, Mabel remarks that Dipper is her sidekick, and this is sort of true. Dipper usually plays more of the supporter/enforcer role than the visionary like Mabel, which is an interesting perspective for a main protagonist and narrator of a story to have. Mabel generally has the ideas, and Dipper generally helps make them happen. He’s usually the one that constructs a plan to make sure Mabel’s idea is a success in situations where they work together like that. He’s strategizing and cheering her on behind-the-scenes when she’s up front in the spotlight working her magic. And he’s planning to tear down anyone who gets in their way. The episode I believe that embodies this dynamic best is Golf War.

Mabel wants to beat Pacifica at golf. Dipper supports Mabel and her goal. He decides manipulating the lilliputtins and cheating is the best course of action for Mabel to win the match. Mabel disagrees at first, trying to play morality police to Dipper, pointing out cheating is wrong, but Dipper convinces her to trust him against her better judgment. They go through with his plan. It backfires. Mabel says that rivalries are stupid and offers Pacifica friendship, and so forgiveness. Dipper does not apologize to anyone, nor acknowledges that what he did was wrong. Throughout this whole episode, you have Mabel as the leader, the public figure, the one playing the match, and later the savior as she deems Pacifica worthy of forgiveness, and Dipper as the enforcer, the planner, the one standing off to the side, the one ensuring Mabel wins and doing whatever he feels is necessary to achieve that. The Messiah and the Machiavel

And in fact, their physical positions on the castle emphasize this dynamic as well. Mabel is in the center like the King (or Queen), addressing the lilliputtins after being told Dipper’s plan, and Dipper is standing a little behind and beside her, closer to where the knight’s stationed (even borrowing the knight’s trumpet to garner everyone’s attention to Mabel).

Dipper and Mabel balance each other out, which I’m not sure is something that plays into the Messiah/Machiavel trope exactly, but is a large part of the twins’ dynamic. Mabel lets Dipper know when he’s taking things too far, and Dipper lets Mabel know when niceness isn’t gonna cut it, when someone doesn’t deserve her kindness. That’s not to say that the two are flat out opposites, however. The Messiah, like I said earlier, is still human. They have moments of selfishness and cruelty as Mabel does. And likewise, the Machiavel has moments of selflessness and kindness as Dipper does. Neither is one extreme or the other. Mabel may have a bigger heart than Dipper, but that doesn’t mean Dipper doesn’t have a heart at all. He does. He’s just more cynical and pragmatic (and arguably angrier) than Mabel is. 

Nor is it true that Mabel is always in the light and Dipper is always in the shadows. Generally you see them more in this way, but Mabel is capable of stepping back and happily supporting Dipper when he has an idea too or wants to take the lead, which is part of what makes them a good team. Mabel isn’t as ruthless as Dipper and Dipper isn’t as big-hearted as Mabel, so they can’t take on each other’s tropes in a reverse dynamic where Dipper is the leader and Mabel the supporter. But they’re both human, and they both try to help each other make the best choices.

So, yeah, I guess Mabel and Dipper fit the Messiah/Machiavel trope for the most part. This wicked fanart from Boss Mabel really shows that kind of dynamic between them too, with Mabel in the boss chair (the throne of sorts) and Dipper standing a little behind and beside her again like a bodyguard or second in command, whispering in her ear.

TOP5 Sexiest PRODUCE101 Trainees – #1

Some guys out there try so hard to act sexy – and there are men that don’t really need to try. We fall for those who have natural sex appeal. No specific looks, skills or personality required – just pure sexual presence.

While most younger girls prefer the pretty and cute trainees of Produce 101 Season 2, us women look for something more sensual – more exciting. We are going for those guys who make our blood boil, our mouth drool and our panties drop. 

Oh, yes! Sex appeal can be so thrilling and dangerous for our dirty minds. But you know what is most fatal for our ovaries? – A guy that appears all sweet and cheery, and then suddenly transforms into the worst sex god you have ever seen.

#1 – KANG DANIEL // 강다니엘

Originally posted by nctaetrash

Produce 101 Season 2 just started – and the MMO gossip squad was the talk of the town. You cannot watch the first episode without noticing this bunch of five adorable trainees.

Originally posted by itsjoanb

Especially two of them left a lasting impression. While Yoon Jisung provided everyone with good laughs, Kang Daniel gained a lot of attention because of his charming smile, pink hair and bromancy behavior. BUT WE WERE ALL FOOLED!

Originally posted by kangj00n

This Produce 101 trainee is much more than just a sweet and fluffy bunny with the cutest smile ever. This guy is a fucking monster that is able to destroy female bodies only with his seductive expression.

Originally posted by dsoulxxx

Let’s be honest – until episode 3 no one knew that Daniel was a hot beast in disguise. Yes, he always appeared manly thanks to his broad shoulders and mature visuals. But with his super cute personality and his adorable smiling face, who could have guessed that this fucker is the worst seducer of them all?

Originally posted by kangdan101

Sorry, Sorry team 2 – also known as Justice League team – was full of insanely hot boys. Come on! I’ve already mentioned three of them on this list. This group appeared on stage, and ruined my uterus in an instant.

Originally posted by p-eachdaniel

Although Seongwoo performed as center, it was Daniel who got most of my attention. How can he look so freaking good in a suit? I wasn’t prepared for this. What is this kind of magic?

Originally posted by p-eachdaniel

I’m thinking about suing Mnet. My mind and body stopped working properly after Team Justic League’s performance. Thanks, Mnet!

But yes… this was the moment I have realized: Fuck. That’s my bias.

Originally posted by sour-satang

As if the last performance wasn’t brutal enough, Daniel formed along with five other extremely popular trainees the Get Ugly team and ruined my life AGAIN.

From being all sensual and classy in Super Junior’s Sorry, Sorry to acting all playful and hot in Jason Derulo’s Get Ugly. Why are you doing this to me, Mnet?

Originally posted by leejanhae

I’m usually not that kind of girl that goes crazy when a male idol lifts his shirt to show his abs. But holy shit – why does this work so well with Daniel’s performance? It doesn’t look forced or desperate like on most idols or trainees. 

Originally posted by god-kangdaniel

Yes, Daniel stood out a lot during the Get Ugly performance – mostly because of his b-boying – which suits him so so well – and his perfect facial expression.

Originally posted by hwangminyeo

All the mature and sensual vibes from Sorry, Sorry suddenly turned into sexy and playful charisma in Get Ugly. With such a variety of hotness – how can not fall for him?

But it wasn’t the Sorry, Sorry nor the Get Ugly performance that made me completely lose my shit.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m a 28-year-old woman that shouldn’t start screaming like a ridiculous fan girl in here teens, right? So what’s happening? There are only three male idols that are able to make me go full nuts – and all of them are much older than Daniel. (By the way, if you’re interested who those idols are, let me know.)

Originally posted by kangdanielx

But then Open Up happened – and I was completely done with my life. To quote produced101: Daniel didn’t suit the concept – He WAS the concept of the song. And the funny thing is, Daniel had to join this team as a punishment for his (in my opinion) ridiculous SNS scandal.

Originally posted by smileyhueyuniverse

Good job, Mnet! Is this karma? Then this sexy motherfucker hit first place after his team’s seductive show. Not only for the concept evaluation challenge – he even ranked first during last week’s elimination episode as well.

Originally posted by lookgoodkpop

But guys, you know what bothers me? I want to hear him rap properly. He was always singing during all those episodes – which was honestly good. Besides his amazing dance skills, his voice sounds beautiful. But… I mean… come on! He’s actually a rapper – so let him rap! Well, I have a thing for rappers. If he suddenly turns into a badass rap god, I can die in piece, okay?

I just want to say that Kang Daniel is besides the other four extremely hot trainees I’ve mentioned, the sexiest of all Produce 101 candidates. He’s the one that makes girls break out in sweat. He’s the one that forces ladies’ blood to boil. And he’s the one that should win Produce 101 Season 2′s center position on Friday.

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Imagine...Meeting Dean As A Demon

Originally posted by jayqueenofhell

Request: can I request a dean x reader where the reader was possessed by a demon during the time dean was a demon too. And the demon was loyal to crowley so they have seen each other a few times but shortly after sam takes dean to cure him the demon gets exorcised and they meet again a few months later (dean has still the MoC) and she panics bc she doesn’t know he isn’t a demon any more and he gets suspicious bc well he doesn’t know she isn’t possessed anymore?

Pairing: Dean x reader

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Requested by bearbearthehero

“Barry this is [Y/N]” Bruce said introducing you to one of your new team mates. You nodded and shook Barry’s kind of sweaty hand.

“Ah hey” Barry said giving you a sort of awkward smile. Obviously he wasn’t so good at this whole meeting new people thing, but on the other hand neither were you so who were you to judge?


“So ah you’re a super hero too huh?”.

“Guess so…”.

“Well ah you seem cool” Barry continued rubbing the back of his neck. You couldn’t help but chuckle at this. You had to admit his awkwardness was kind of adorable.
“Sorry I’m kind of weird. I don’t have many friends”.

“Clearly” you joked nudging him lightly “guess I’ll have to be your first one”.


On Bitty and the Football Team:

Its his freshman year and Bitty is walking around campus on his Taddy Tour™ with John Johnson, Ollie, Wicks, and some other guys on the team that Bitty doesn’t know. They are coming to the end of the tour and are walking down the frat row where all the sports teams have their respective houses. They walk past the volleyball house and the soccer house with no problem, but things get louder once they reach the football house. 

There are a bunch of hulking men gathered on the front lawn tossing a ball back and fourth. One, with short black hair and a very broad chest catches the ball, turns to the group and shouts,

“Hey hockey jerkoffs! look out!” 

He throws the ball, and it cuts through the air with Wick’s head as its target. It would have hit him straight on the nose too, if Bitty hadn’t caught it, snatching it from air as easily as anything. 

“You better keep this! you clearly need the practice!” Bitty threw the ball back to him in a perfect spiral, and when the offending player caught it, he was knocked to the ground with the force of it. 

Everyone was gapping at the mountainous man on the ground. A different player with shaggy brown hair called out in disbelief, “You just took out the school’s tight end!”

Bitty shrugged, unbothered, “I hope he’s second string.” 

All of the guys on the Taddy Tour™ starting whooping at the chirp, and the group moved onward toward the Haus, leaving a pack of slack jawed football players in their wake. The shaggy haired one offered a hand to the man on the ground.

“You good Brandon?” He asked, hoisting the other player to his feet. 

“Yeah dude, nothing hurt but my pride.” Brandon rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly, “Who was that guy?” 

Shaggy hair shrugged, “One of the new Hockey recruits I guess.” 

Brandon smirked, “Hot.”  

Pencil,Ink,watercolor (digital screen tone)
Fabriano paprer.

I guess it was inevitable for me to be commissioned with a Deadpool piece. Not that I complain :)
This one was super fun and it was commissioned as a birthday gift for a good friend of mine by his better half (yep, those kinds of girls exist) so I had to put my back into it… I didn’t. Sorry good friend of mine, it just turned out well by default :/

For Commissions: todor.hristov13@gmail.com

A concept of a Overwatch Junker oc… I guess? I might change things up, she seems too plain in design compared to OW characters.

More of a fire attack ambush kind of character. Most attacks would be fire based, and counter to Mei. Like being able to melt Mei out of her ice protection.

She would set people on fire, and the ground around with her attacks. One of her cool down attacks would be close to a molotov cocktail. Her special would be like a fire twister, that not only set enemies on fire, but fling them back and away, good for splitting up the enemy team from being bunched up, or to clear off a point or payload.

“This heat is making my hair frizzy”

Ok everyone listen up, because I have an unconventional headcanon about Jack Zimmermann that I neED TO SHARE.

I think that Jack will have a long, wonderful career in the NHL and go down as one of hockey’s all-time greats.  He wins multiple Stanley Cups, but more importantly, he is happily married to one Eric Bittle – Food Network’s new up and coming star.  

Now, my headcanon for Jack begins after his NHL career. 

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Alright, the girl is being delivered to my work tomorrow. I will be able to run home for a lunch and make sure she is okay, luckily my team captain will be there so I will be allowed to leave for an hour. The seller is being very kind about it and is also worried for her safety, which gives me a good feeling that she is packed well as well. I am taking a neuro sleep tonight or else I will be up all night fretting. 
And since y’all were able to guess her morph, I guess you deserve a picture of her that the breeder sent me ;)

Now, can you guess her name? :P
Remember, I do video game based names! To narrow it down, the name is from a game in an incredibly long lived franchise with a TON of games. :P

No Light, No Light (reader x Bucky) [Accidents Happen pt 6]

Hey, everyone! I meant to post this hours ago but my power went out for the 3rd time this week (yeah, seriously ironic considering the title) and I was without wifi. But I’m back, baby!! I wrote most of this in one long stretch of 4-ish hours this afternoon. It’s intense so I’m excited to hear your responses. 

Also, this part is close to my heart because of the post-war PTSD references. I have a brother in the military who has gone overseas many times and he has struggled returning to life and relationships afterward. I don’t take this lightly, I just wanted to give some idea of what Bucky might be dealing with. 

I’ve been on a Florence + the Machine kick while writing lately and this particular song just really struck me hard as fitting for Bucky. 

So here we go! Send me an ask or message with any thoughts. 

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No Light, No Light (reader x Bucky) [Accidents Happen pt 6]

Characters: reader x Bucky, Natasha

Summary: After returning from a mission, you spend the morning with Bucky and later he finally confides in you how he’s been feeling. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, sad Bucky, mentions of violence, more fluff, then a surprise/cliffhanger-ish ending?

  Part Five   Part Six   Part Seven

Originally posted by kidsebbystan

p.s. this gif is so perfect I can’t not use it. 


Morning came and went and the two of you slept on. Since neither of you apparently slept well at all the past week it was catch up time. Luckily, Steve gave everyone the whole day off to recover and rest after the mission. Sometime a little after noon, Bucky began to stir which finally woke you as well. You were still lying on your side with your back to him in a spooning fashion, a cool metal arm around your waist. Bucky’s arm tightened around you to bring you closer and you hissed in pain from the movement.

Bucky immediately released his grip on you. “What? What happened, did I hurt you?” he asked in deep concern.

“No, no! I’m fine. Really.”

He doubted your declaration as he tossed off the blankets and with your camisole lifted up slightly, he could see the bruise blooming on your left side over your ribs.

“Doll, what happened?”

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I’m just going to lead with this image of Lance and his “WINNER” flag because I hijacked an ask about Lance to talk about Allura, but Lance is a gift, okay.

My model before I’ve started to swing in favor of Black Paladin Allura was Keith becoming Black Paladin and Lance shifting to Red temporarily, and this causing the characters to explore themselves in greater depth, but now, I think it’s actually important that Lance comes to understand himself where he is as the Blue Paladin.

Because we still don’t know Blue’s specific stated virtues. That’s still up in the air. And having Lance shuffle towards any of the other Lions, with their explicit, stated virtues… he isn’t going to be more of a Red Paladin than Keith, or he would have bonded with Red initially, and I don’t know if Lance would necessarily make progress in that manner.

I mean, I still have a warm spot in my heart for the idea of Red being Lance’s aggressive pep talk coach but I think at this point, especially with the idea of Allura taking up the Black Paladin role, Lance isn’t particularly in a place to move Lions. It also makes sense practically that they’d probably want to switch Lions as little as possible to minimize the amount of people going “oh god how do I” at the same time.

That said, though, I’m going to do some rambling on what I think the Blue Paladin virtues actually are.

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Sometimes I think about adhd Lance struggling to process communication he receives over his helmet. Like it’s usually spoken quickly and quietly, and he can’t read their lips if there’s no visual which always helps me a lot with processing. About 50% of what he does is guesswork based on context and whatever words he could pick out. Every time he gets in trouble for not listening/going against the plan he feels so helpless because he tried!! But he literally could not understand what they were saying!
Maybe eventually he asks Pidge to work out some kind of voice detection that turns it into subtitles for him and everyone comments about how he suddenly seems so mature and such a good team player and he isn’t sure if he should feel proud or dejected that they thought he wasn’t before


jesus FUCKING actual pissing fucking christ this game was long and intense and RIDICULOUS

genuine shout out to the duoqueue healers for being fucking AMAZING, as a healer main you can tell when a healer is good and they were both good

the potm was the enemy grav + nanoblade and i think death blossom combo. they team wiped us with it, our zen’s ult absolutely could not outheal it there was so much damage.

but we won!!! half an hour later and we won and this might be the reason i placed in plat. i was kind of looking forward to the ez grind from upper gold that comes with healing (oftentimes, healing bad teams), but i guess i won’t have that this season. because d.va is fucking powerful and so are good teams my god

very close 5 round match, definitely fun. i am EXHAUSTED

Another Keitor fic

This is based on the post that @bisexualprincelotor made. I saw it and I immediately wanted to write it! So here it is. Shitty and barely edited.

Prince Lotor, Emperor Pro Tempore of the Galra Empire, had been to his fair share of formal gatherings. Being the son of the currently incapacitated “emperor”, he had been dragged to numerous events throughout his childhood. But this was his first time going to one undercover. He figured he may as well use his enigmatic persona to his advantage. The paladins had no idea what he looked like. However, thanks to his generals, Lotor had a very good idea who he would be dealing with at this party.

Lotors red skinned general appeared suddenly before him, though not catching him off guard. She gave her boss a devilish grin and started giggling. “I think when the lady paladins see you, they’ll be falling all over you to give up information.” Her giggles turned into small bouts of laughter.

Auxia scowled at the childish girl and scoffed. “That is not the goal of this mission, and you know that.”

Ezor pouted. “You just have to ruin my fun don’t you?”

Lotor gave a slight look and both of the women went silent. He straightened up and looked at his head general. “You’re right auxia. The goal of this mission is to gain insight on the Voltron coalition. To found out who their main allies are, what they are possibly planning.” He then glanced at ezor in his peripherals and smirked. “But, if one of the paladins should fall for my charms, that would be entirely beneficial as well.”

Ezor clapped and patted herself on the back, and auxia merely rolled her eyes and went back to occupying herself with the details of the mission. “Your coms will have the ability to transmit communication from me to you, but not the other way around. Ezor will be the only one contacting us throughout the night. You will go by the name Sincline, from planet Zayfziol. Should there be any disruption in our plan, you are to evacuate through the east hall through the hatch on the left of the walls-”

Lotor had heard all of this before, and he did not need to hear it again. He also did not intend to have any “disruptions” in his plan. He would not fail.


Chatter and happy banter filled the ballroom of the castle. People of many different planets had come to celebrate the success of the coalition. In fact, their were so many people there, that Lotor was easily able to glide through the crowd undetected or noticed by anyone.

He had managed to spot 2 paladins so far. The green and the blue were engaged in extremely intense conversation from what he could see, and the small one had a look of annoyance on her face.

After glancing around even more, he managed to spot the Altean princess and her ginger haired advisor. She looked stunning and dangerous, seemingly more superior than anyone in the castle. She carried an air of elegance around her, and her gown pooled around her feet, yet she somehow evaded tripping over the silk.

Yes, this woman was definitely a royal, and a diplomat. There was no denying that. He knew he would have to avoid her, lest he be found out.

After several moments of taking in his surroundings he spotted another paladin, though his back was facing the prince. All he could see was red armor, and dark hair cutting off at the nape of the paladins neck.


Keith was not used to formal events like this.

At all.

He was terrible at talking to people, let alone alien species that he had nothing in common with. What could he even talk about? The weather? They weren’t even on a planet, they were just in the middle of space.

So he simply stood by the beverage table, sipping on something that tasted vaguely like lemonade, all the while wishing he could just leave. But that was impossible, him being the leader and all.

“This sucks, huh?”

Keith’s eyes widened and he looked down at Pidge, catching a glimpse of her adjusting her glasses back onto her nose. She had an aggravated look in her eyes, and her face was etched with a scowl.

Keith chuckled nervously. “What’s up with you?”

She glared at the boy before sighing. “Lance is being a complete moron, as usual. I love him, but sometimes he just has no idea what he’s talking about.”


“Okay. All the time.”

They snickered amongst themselves, and Keith felt himself start to lose some of his tension. “So I take it you’re not enjoying the party?” He inquired.

“I’m just not really good with people.” She picked at her nails. “I don’t really know what to say around them.”

Keith nearly died with relief. He thought he was the only one. “I know what you mean. Every time someone comes up to me, I get kind of upset. I mean, I like them and all, everyone seems nice, I guess I’m just afraid I’ll say something wrong.”

Pidge nodded. “I get it. But I don’t really have the same exact pressure as you, seeing as I’m not the team leader. But hey, maybe now is your chance to make a friend?”

Keith frowned in confusion and looked back at pidge, catching her looking at something behind him.

Keith turned around to see a figure with long white hair and lilac skin smiling in his direction. He blinked and looked back at Pidge, only to find an empty space where she once was. He cursed, and gulped down some more “lemonade”, despite the effects it seemed to be having on him. He felt very antsy, and excitable. Like he was about to jump out of his skin. He nearly did, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around, he saw the lilac colored man giving him a small smile and a raised eyebrow. “Too much Dorcyll nectar?” The man asked.

Keith looked down at the liquid he had been drinking. Apparently that was its name then. He looked back up and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I guess so.”

The man slowly looked Keith up and down. “You look far too exquisite to be standing alone.”

Keith stared in shock. Was he… flirting with him? Maybe he just didn’t realize…

“That’s very kind of you but I’m- I’m not a girl.”

The man looked unfazed. “Does that change the fact that your eyes glimmer more than the stars in this galaxy?” He tilted his head. “Or is a male not your preference?”

Keith shook his head. “No that’s not it, I just- I wasn’t sure if you were-”


Keith nodded and the man smiled.

“I am Sincline, and I can assure you that I am not confused. Entranced by your beauty perhaps, but not confused.”

Keith’s face reddened and he coughed. “Well thanks, that’s um. That’s very nice.” He had no idea how to talk to people, so how was he supposed to flirt?

Sincline saved him the trouble. “It seems as though you are not a man of many words. Maybe your actions can speak for you then?”

Keith looked up from his feet to see Sincline offering him a hand. “May I have a dance with you?”


Once he had been taken to the center of the ballroom, Keith’s nerves started acting outrageously. He felt like he was about to faint, and he desperately yearned to hide under his covers and never come back out.

But Sincline’s confidence and grace gave him the little comfort he needed to go through with this.

The music started playing, drifting out the Altean equivalent of a slow song. Sincline put his hands out in front of him and waited. Keith stood there like a deer in headlights.

Sincline chuckled and whispered. “Just do what I do.”

The first part of the dance included no touching. They had an inch or so between their hands, and they kept that distance as they circled each other. Keith repeated everything Sincline did, and silently chided himself every time he made a mistake. Though he was sure he would get vast praise from Allura after this for his good diplomacy.

Out of nowhere, the music became louder, and more melodic. Sincline grabbed Keith’s hand and placed it on his shoulder, while he placed his hand on Keith’s hip, then he took Keith’s remaining hand and used it to guide him into the dance. He had an amused glint in his eyes. “You are a natural talent, aren’t you?”

Keith scoffed. “I have two left feet.”

Sincline let out a boisterous laugh and spun the pair around in a circle. “Well you are doing quite well for someone with two left feet. I hope to be your dance partner again some time.”

Keith looked up at the man, and studied him. They grew into a comfortable silence, their gazes locked on each other, and their bodies lost in the rhythm of the dance.

Keith felt the mans thumb rubbing circles on his side. But he did not break the gaze. It was in fact, Sincline who broke the gaze, at the very end of the song, to lean into Keith’s ear. His lips brushed softly against him, and he whispered in a delicate tone.

“I never got your name.”

He pulled back, and Keith could now see the genuine curiosity on his face. The eagerness to know more.


anonymous asked:

About Keith probably starting things w Lance at the Garrsion, I don't really think Keith likely just not noticing/ ignoring him is a legitimate reason for any of Lance's antagonism. I get that for Lance he might have taken being ignored by someone he respected/ looked up to personally, but that's actually fairly immature for him to have held onto that feeling for so long. For Lance he thinks he's known Keith since before Voltron, while for Keith Lance was a stranger -two different situations.

gnotblue replied to your post “I know Lance can put his bias towards Keith aside when their’s an…”

disagree. maybe as leader it’s Keith’s responsibility to encourage Lance, but as peer? whatever happened in the garrison, Keith doesn’t remember- & Lance just doesn’t stop picking him as target for his personal attacks. Keith reacts and sometimes starts it, but he also tried to get out of their pattern more than once. s. the bonding moment.

I already said this before, but I think if Keith didn’t remember Lance, Lance would be lying on the floor together with the doctors in seconds, for trying to interrupt Keith back there and get his hands on Shiro.

Like, Keith is not the most trusting person, you know… He’s like super suspicious of everyone at first and is very careful, no matter how harmless or friendly the strangers might seem. (And Lance didn’t even look friendly when he walks in on him, he literally goes “nonono you’re not taking Shiro”)

Which makes me think Keith not only clearly remembers Lance, But he also trusts him. (with Shiro, his “most prized possession” haha, so that means alot.)

I really don’t think Keith would let them come along with him to his secret hideout with a guy he just stole from the Garrison, if he didn’t trust them. 

So he probably knows alot more about them than he lets them believe.

(Also unlike Shiro, he could have totally recognized Pidge as Matt’s sister right away, maybe even at the Garrison, maybe he even somehow knew about what she was doing to find out what happened on that mission, because he might have been doing the same thing, and then just kept quiet about her identity because he wanted her to reveal her secret when she was ready)

Bottom line, if he was ok with taking them with him, he probably knew all three of them well enough to really trust them. (Or maybe even just trusted Lance enough to also trust his friends)

And this line “oh I remember you, you’re a cargo pilot

Like it sounds so freaking condescending. And I don’t think Keith is someone who looks down on people’s jobs or has some “I’m a fighter pilot” ego thing. 

That’s a clear jab at Lance. Why? because he knows Lance really wanted to be a fighter pilot and ended up in cargo. And Lance walks in there all like “nononono IM saving Shiro” like trying to one up Keith and not like actually just give him a hand, so Keith gets pissed and is all “new phone, who dis?” cuz he knows it would piss off Lance and will kinda get him off his high horse. But also it might totally go a bit deeper than that.

Because I think it’s like Keith always pretends like he dun care about this rivalry thing. BUT HE DOES. 

Lance gets to him. 

No matter how many people say their rivalry is just in Lance’s head and he’s the only one that pushes this rivalry on them. It’s not. 

I think Keith wouldn’t respond to him like that or try to get back at him and annoy him if there wasn’t something to it.

This wouldn’t have happened if it was just in Lance’s head:

Keith would’t crash his lion there, he would play along and just let Lance crash his lion. But he obviously was really serious about showing Lance who’s the better pilot or that he’s just as daring as him.

And like when they are training, he makes Lance walk into walls and a dead end on purpose!!! And is all “why you’re not listening Lance??”

He doesn’t exactly tries to be the bigger man, he gets back at him for everything! Keith picks on Lance just as much as Lance picks on him, he’s just kinda more sneaky about it, so he doesn’t gets caught on it, so it wouldn’t appear like Lance actually gets to him. 

Or I dunno, maybe he does it cause its just fun to annoy Lance.

Like this shit here, was totally uncalled for (and this was after “bonding moment”). And Keith started this one.

There’s like alot of little things he does to annoy Lance for no good reason… And the only time he kinda tried to reach out to him and put a stop to this I think was in the comics, when he says “Good job, Lance!” 

(The bonding moment was Lance reaching out to Keith, by kinda showing him what he is really hoping for, for them all to be a good team and for him and Keith to kinda be you know “space ranger partners” and not rivals I guess). Keith just smiled approvingly but then he was back at picking on Lance again!)

I don’t think Lance is the kind of person who is looking for strife. He’s super friendly and he really wants to get along with people, so I really have my doubts about him starting this whole “not getting along with Keith” thing. I feel like he most likely just responds to Keith’s attitude towards him. 

And you know, I don’t think Lance was lying there in the first episode when he said “You know, Lance and Keith, neck and neck.”

I dun think Lance is a bad pilot. I think he’s a reckless pilot, a daring pilot, but I think he’s not as bad as the team makes it seem in terms of skills.

So my theory is that Keith finally had someone who caught up to him in flight school, and he didn’t really like that. (probably liked Lance, but not the fact he can potentially be a better pilot) I think Lance challenged him, and that was the source of their totally real rivalry. (And why Lance would be the perfect person to take over Red)

(I mean Keith and Lance are kinda similar after all, they both sometimes do reckless things and act like hot heads and then kinda get at each other for doing the same things..)

And like I have to say that I personally think Keith and Lance have the most brotherly, sibling like relationship if there ever was one (no, it’s not Keith and Shiro, I actually find it odd so many people see THAT relationship as brotherly because I literally have never met two siblings or bros that act like that..)

Like to me Keith and Lance are like siblings that have like a year, two years or so apart. And Lance is kinda like the younger sibling that can’t quite catch up to or really get back at the older one, And Keith is the older sibling that just has fun teasing the younger one all the time but really wants him to succeed and yet still gets super annoyed if the younger one beats him at anything.

And like since I’m sure it’s very important for both of them to get recognition and praise from Shiro (who’s gonna be the parent figure in this case), So Lance is kinda like the child that always feels like Keith is the favorite and dad always takes his side..

(Even tho space dad does love all his kids equally.. I think Shiro deals with Lance in a good way, I hope Keith learns from him)

Like I mean, the drones thing was such a siblings thing to do! Like Keith just pushes Lance’s drone out of the way and is all “Sorry! Gotta be quick” and they start fighting

And Dad is all “Knock it off, you two! Play nice!”

And Lance is “KEITH STARTED IT!!!“

I dunno, if you have siblings (im not sure how its with sisters tho) but if you have brothers who are close to you in age I’m sure u can understand exactly what I’m talking about here.

So I dunno, it’s very clear to me they both really love eachother and care for eachother. And will show it, but won’t actually like, admit it to eachother.. 

Like even the bonding moment

Keith did not punch Sendak.

Lance did not shoot his arm off.

So I think it’s safe to assume Keith didn’t actually cradle Lance in his arms at any point.

This is them still bonding by just making shit up and teasing eachother. It’s not as serious as ppl make it out to be. It’s a very friendly exchange, a blossoming bromance. (and yes, so far it does seems like just bromance to me, ofcourse it might change in the future, but so far these two seasons that’s all I’m getting form them)

They both know they kinda bonded back there and had this very uncharacteristic tender moment and are kinda backtracking on it but in a sibling kind of way, like “ew I would never get along with you” but I’m sure they both know they are just messing around there.

Like Keith and Lance to me are the epitome of your common sibling relationship.

They are the “I love you to death and would die for you, but I would never admit it to your face, and i’ll only talk shit to your face but will beat anyone else who does, and will only say good things about you behind your back”

Like, it’s clear Keith and Lance really like eachother. Keith doesn’t actually hate Lance and Lance doesn’t hate Keith. They’re just you kno… bros in the making. And they both act like idiots sometimes.

But for them to get along better, Keith (as the person who’s kinda in the position of the older sibling the younger one really admires and wants to be friends with) has to stop doing this shit where he purposely insults and picks on Lance, yes. Specially as the team’s leader.


Request: hiiiiii! Omg i really love your scenarios ❤️😭 May i request a Greek God/Vampire/Wolf! Mingyu! You can write whatever you like but please make it a happy ending HAHAHA thank you sooo much ❤️💋

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I used Greek demigod instead of Greek God because I’m a slut for Percy Jackson (Also I know Mingyu and Aphrodite are maybe not the best match…)

  • A son of Aphrodite, Goddess of of beauty, love, desire, and pleasure.
  • There is a reason Mingyu always looked so breathtaking
  • It’s almost like a spell was put on him 
  • When someone complimented his he kept saying it’s just his good genes
  • Which turned out, wasn’t a lie 
  • When he arrived at camp half blood he was surprised how many stuck up people there were at his cabin, they were all so full of themselves
  • His dad had always thought him that he should be humble and not think he’s all that just because he’s handsome
  • He just couldn’t believe these people were all his half brothers and sisters
  • Luckily there were some people like him who didn’t feel superior to all the other cabins at camp
  • Now of course it wasn’t prohibited to be friends with kids from other gods but the Aphrodite kids seemed to stick together
  • And other kids didn’t seem to be so giddy to become friends with them
  • Which Mingyu started to understand when he met all his half-siblings
  • But then there was you
  • You did actually befriend some of the nice Aphrodite kids
  • At first he noticed you glancing over from your table at dinner
  • Then Mingyu started noticing you more and more everywhere but you two hadn’t had the opportunity to talk yet
  • You never hung out at the Aphrodite cabin though because some of them couldn’t stand you
  • Some old argument that never died down, don’t ask
  • But on one fine day (pun intended) there was another game of Capture the Flag
  • Mingyu was still pretty new and took this opportunity to ask you for some little tips and tricks to win 
  • Sadly he said something like this 
  • “Heyyy what is your name? Do you know how the game works? I think you must know more than I do haha I heard from Joshua you’ve been here for a while!”
  • You were kind of bombarded with a ton of questions and you didn’t really know where to begin
  • “Hi… I’m Y/n and yeah if I can be honest with you I’ve never been on the winning team… uuhm…?” 
  • Mingyu did not get the hint at all that you were subtly asking for his name at the end of your sentence
  • “Oh that’s okay I guess we can’t all be as good at capture the flag as everyone!” he said with a huge smile
  • After that little exchange a horn was blown which meant the start of the game
  • Mingyu quickly got back to his friends 
  • Tripped on his way but ‘smoothly’ recovered
  • Your tactic was to hide until your team got the flag actually, in the beginning you had always enthusiastically joined the games but after a particularly bad fall and two broken wrists you were a little scared to give your fullest self during the game
  • So you were hiding up this tree with a lot of leaves so it seemed like the perfect place
  • Peacefully watching others sabotage someone else
  • Until suddenly there is a dumb ass who climbs up the tree next to you to install a trap 
  • which he will later find out, is faulty
  • You soon realised he didn’t even see you sitting there
  • So what else could you do than throw some acorns at him and hiding after every throw?
  • He might be pretty but he wasn’t that stupid
  • Mingyu soon discovered you and climbed over to your tree 
  • Not without some struggles but he did it pretty smoothly which was new
  • “Who do we have here, not contributing to the Capture the Flag game!” he teased“
  • Like letting a bucket of water fall on someone is going to stop someone!”
  • The Aphrodite boy then proceeded to explain you that that wasn’t water in his bucket but a bucket filled with paint
  • You were honestly intrigued because you still had no idea how paint would stop someone from getting the flag
  • “Isn’t that obvious? They’ll be super visible to the people of our camp! You see I’m not all looks.”
  • You then pointed out paint is pretty viscous and would take a long time to get down, so by the time he turned the bucket upside down the victim would’ve long passed
  • He was kind of impressed by your thinking
  • And embarrassed by his plan
  • You still didn’t know his name though 
  • And you felt like it was a little too late to ask his name at this moment…
  • Luckily some people discovered you two due to some paint leakage
  • “SHUT UP JAMIE” Mingyu yelled
  • You giggled because hey that rhymed
  • Mingyu thought you were giggling because you figured out that he got into the tree next to you on purpose
  • Or because you knew he figured out through Joshua that you always hid here
  • Or maybe because of his stupidly obvious crush on you
  • So he did what any cool, smooth guy would do
  • His face became uncontrollably red and he jumped out of the tree
  • The next thing he knew he woke up in a bed which was not his
  • You were sitting on the ground close to his bed just playing a card game
  • “Huh… what am I doing here?”
  • You immediately looked up and smiled “Well your smart ass decided to jump out of the tree, headfirst. Which resulted in two broken wrists and a concussion. After that you proceeded to faint from the pain.”
  • “So just like you!” Mingyu said while looking at his wrists, which magically worked pretty well
  • “I never told you about my wrists though.” you said with an amused expression
  • Mingyu looked flustred again but still asked “But how come my wrists are like working?”
  • “I kissed them better obviously.” you waited for his reaction a little bit, but you only got a confused look. Embarrassing. “Haha just kidding it’s the ambriosa we gave you, it makes you heal… like super fast.”
  • “Ooooh yeah I’ve heard of that stuff before!” Mingyu paused for some time “Hey Y/n… did you faint though when you broke your wrists? And how did you even break them?”
  • Queue to you telling your story
  • Needless to say you two hit it off and well what happened next is history


today has been a really rough day so i was thinking about nice things and one of those nice things was bethyl. so here’s some reasons why i love this pairing

  • so! unexpected! they literally share maybe ½ conversations before being thrust together on their own. somehow that “lack of history” could be off-putting but it’s not? the complete unexpected element of the pairing is so appealing because you can look back at season 2 or 3 and be like o wow u two don’t even know. you have no fucking idea u fools. hell, you can look back and think about your first reaction of “what?… daryl and beth?…” and how bizarre it seemed at first until it clicked and suddenly it made all the sense in the world. i don’t think that they would’ve grown that close unless they were forced to share each other’s company like that (and that’s ok!) - and that’s actually pretty interesting because it goes to show that people we didn’t even acknowledge or considered (because of different personalities/age groups/relations they keep/social class/etc) could happen to be extremely similar to ourselves and yes, I think that the way Beth and Daryl perceive the world and approach everything is very similar. so despite the striking differences that keeps their characters slightly wary of each other they find out that wow, this person actually sees the world in a way that is very beautiful and very much like me and i didn’t know this about this person and it’s like i’ve never seen you before even though we’ve been part of this same group for some years and isn’t that astonishing? isn’t it astonishing that i can be this surprised by someone that was right here this entire time. and isn’t it beautiful that i can be surprised like this in a world that is so ugly?
  • ALSO. the way daryl now reaches out to people and embraces affection from others? wow. beth’s death destroyed him. but even that couldn’t get rid off the things he’d learnt from being with her just for a while. it’s like he learned that being tactile with people can be a nice! thing! and wow it’s actually so nice to be comforted like this and every little step he takes in Alone he’s testing his limits on how tactile he’s allowed to be with her. and even after she’s gone he still reaches out to people he cares about like that because he learnt that not everyone is gonna push him away and making yourself vulnerable doesn’t always result in others hurting you. ALSO!!!! How ballsy did Beth have to be to even hug Daryl that first time in the prison? She must’ve noticed that no one ever approached Daryl like that - not even his bestie Carol so wtf Beth? -  and even if it could’ve been intimidating she went ahead and did it because what the hell, she’s Beth, that’s what she does and she’s not ashamed of being affectionate or caring or vulnerable. if he didn’t like it he could push her away but that wouldn’t stop Beth from putting herself on the line like that for others. my girl :’)
  • this point is kind of bittersweet… but in-laws Glenn and Maggie supporting Daryl after Grady; and Daryl supporting Maggie in return. and then again Maggie and Daryl after Glenn died. Just that entire Beth/Glenn/Maggie/Daryl dynamic that we got almost nothing of but it’s still beautiful and i would give my left arm to’ve seen it with all members of that foursome still alive. but whatevs. no big deal. i guess i’ll just….. stand here…….. crying
  • another bittersweet point but: how no one in team family questioned it. they might not have understood it completely but they understood that Daryl is a good man and they know what Beth meant for him and shit, I know no one would’ve had a problem with them together (certainly not rick, nor maggie, nor carol). so eat shit haters lmao.
  • just… makes no sense at first. they are such an awkward pairing at first, almost inappropriate, almost rubbing you off the wrong way (factor of age standing out the most) and you look at them and it’s visually jarring how different they are and then all of that melts away and suddenly it makes sense and it’s almost like a religious experience lmao
  • outside of the show: how much emily and norman support it. emily writing a frigging song about beth and daryl. norman always mentioning Still as his fav episode and how Beth’s death was the most difficult thing for him to do + all the other shit they’ve said/done referring to it as romantic. lauren cohan supports the shit out of it. scott wilson (hershel) saying he’d be a proud grandpa if they had kids and that daryl should take a bath before dating his daughter as the only fault he’d find in that pairing. just the lovely feeling of acknowledgement from everyone (minus Kirkman Troll lmao) that it was a thing. k thanks.
  • i had more points probably… but i’m tired so

good day, good evening, and goodnight