i had to make a separate set of this

wrapped around your finger. (m)

↳ graduate school au

pairing: kim namjoon | reader
genre: fluff, smut
warnings: sub!namjoon, begging, a cock ring, and light bondage.
word count: 7,180
in which a night of grading papers about robots becomes a night where you get your payback against rival grad student, kim namjoon. 
author’s note: this is a very, very, very late christmas gift to @jungnoir but better late than never amirite? anyway, enjoy this piece! also, this is probably the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written so… just let me live…. rip.


For many graduate-level students, there is only one day that truly means the world to them. It’s a day where they’ll be chosen to either teach a classroom or assist said person. In your university, pairs are created for these courses. Many of which are targeted toward impressionable first years but anyone’s welcome to partake in the experimental class. The department of any major -in this case, Philosophy- hears back on your progress at the end of the term, then from there even biggers decisions are made. The research component of any subject is easy, but being able to convey it to a large crowd is what the department heads look for. In all essence, it will make or break you as an aspiring teacher.

Your anticipation only proliferates as the red marks shrink the previous days to the forthcoming circle for the upcoming Winter quarter. And today is finally that day.

With a buzzing all-time high, you find yourself among the select eight in your graduate program. Many of whom are just as excited as you are, even Namjoon but you opt to ignore the silver-haired man just to keep your own buzz going. With some luck you won’t have to deal with him anymore. Hell, maybe you’ll even have Hani as a partner. Or Minhyuk.

Soon enough, Professor Lim enters, and everyone immediately sits straight and leans forward.

The salt and pepper-haired man laughs, “It’s good to see everyone looking so alive today.” Meeting each and every one of your wide eyes as he takes a seat at the head of the crudely formed circle of chairs by Namjoon, he asks, “Is everyone ready to hear the pairs for this year’s Introductory Philosophy class?”

There are nods and murmurs in response. Of course, they’re ready. They’ve been preparing for this since the start of the program.

His eyes twinkle beneath the mediocre fluorescent lighting before he gives a nod, “Alright, well, let’s get down to it then, yeah?” He receives a chorus of affirmations, earning another hearty laugh of his, “The following pairs shall be Namjoon and Y/N…” But the moment he says yours and Namjoon’s name, you can’t seem to register anything else.

Fuck… Out of everyone in the room, it had to be him.

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Toucannon popsicles!

Chocolate gelatin, strawberry gelatin, pineapple gelatin, yogurt (plain and strawberry)

Tips if you want to try making these:

- For black gelatin, you can apparently also mix a green-colored one with a purple one. The chocolate had a different consistency than the fruit ones and was tricky to work with so this might be a good idea.

- The yogurt adds a nice texture and makes the fruit gelatin opaque, which makes the separation between each color layer clearer. You could definitely substitute something else: milk, coconut milk…

- Add the thin black base layer while the pops are in the mold before you put the mold’s stick through, idk why I didn’t do that. Only put the mold’s stick through once all the layers are set or else the next color you add will pour down the hole and mess up the colors. (You’ll want to add it before freezing the pops to help with pulling them out once they’re frozen)

- Have the black gelatin set in a thin layer and use a straw + a cutting utensil to cut out the circle and duct at the base of Toucannon’s beak. Don’t try to pour in liquid gelatin. Just don’t.

- I painted the Toucannon faces with liquid food coloring to make sure it was safe!

Forever | masterlist

A/N: Hi lovelies, *last updated 06/26/17*

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

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amoralamusement  asked:

Hello, I always enjoy the work on this Tumblr. It's informative, interesting, and satisfying. Anyway, being an Ne dom like yourself, do you have any tips to not be overwhelmed by Ne a.k.a. How to Train Your Ne? I admit there are times when the ideas are buzzing and I yearn for stimulation then I become drained to the point of being physically tired.

Good timing, since I was just reading about Si-grips last night and realizing I basically live in one six months out of the year. :P

I’m not sure exactly what you mean, so I’ll cover all the bases I can think of.

There’s pretty much four stages in my life:

Ne-dom Extraordinaire: this is when you are the unbeatable monarch in your field, when you are on such a roll that not only do you finish your project ahead of the damn deadline, you went ahead and did sixteen other magnificent things that day too, just because your brain was on such a rush of SO MANY IDEAS. For example: you felt good about finishing your essay, so you wrote six movie reviews, four e-mails, 26 blog posts, and worked on your book to boot. And then you went to bed with a smile on your face because damn, I’m so fine.

Ne-dom Uninspired: this is when you feel “meh.” Not awesomesauce, not the lowest of the low, just plain MEH. Meh for a Ne-dom equals: semi-bored, semi-uninspired, semi-annoyed about it. Now, a sane person on this day goes and watches 24 episodes of ALIAS in a row to chill. Me, I FORCE myself to be ‘creative.’ And because I’m generally good at what I do, it comes out fine. Not knock your socks off stupendous, not awful, not even average, just fine. But it feels like dragging my brain through a cheese grater and I go to bed mad that my Ne-brain was lazy as hell today. Like, it’s supposed to be AMAZING all the time!!! What’s up with this?!

Ne-dom Bored-as-Hell: generally, this happens when your life is stagnant, or you are stuck on the same god-awful project for weeks, or your friends have not spoken to you in days, and you are so bored you can hardly stand it, but NOTHING appeals to you. You crave something, but don’t know what it is. You drag yourself through the work / school day like a fish on dry land, you scope the depths of depression, you maybe force yourself to do stuff, but it’s a clear indication that your Ne is STARVING TO DEATH. You must feed it. How? That’s up to you. Get in the car and drive. Go hang out with someone. Start learning something new. Read a book that you know you’ll hate, and blow your own mind by loving it. Try something totally, radically different.

Don’t be like me, and dye your hair purple and cut into a punk rock style. Although, God knows I looked adorable.

Ne-dom Work-a-Holic: also known as tunnel vision, also known as inferior Si grip, also known as the perfect way to make yourself exhausted at the end of the day. Picture a nice normal Ne being a freight train barreling through a tunnel at 976 miles per hour. Now picture a peasant maiden (or peasant lad, if that’s you’re thing) running out onto the tracks, and holding it in place for about 15 hours. It grinds to a halt, its wheels start to smoke, and the peasant maiden/lad is inching forward at, oh, about 6 miles per hour. Fast by her standards, slow by yours. Now imagine that’s what happens to your Ne, when you develop tunnel vision. All that power, going nowhere fast. Imagine the tremendous energy that just ground to a halt. The creeping subconscious despair of the engineer. You are both the peasant maiden/lad and the freight train. See the problem? You are ripping yourself apart. How’s that peasant maiden/lad going to feel at the end of the day?

Yup. Exhausted.

Now, what if that peasant maiden does this day after day for about a week?

Exhausted. Mental exhaustion, from holding back the train, forcing Ne to stay on one topic, or focus on “boring” things for days on end. Where’s the fun? Where’s the zany? Where’s the sarcasm and jokes and random connections? Hello, inferior Si. Obsessive compulsive, aren’t you? Fixated. BAD.

How to Train Your Ne:

1) Give yourself permission to stick to one idea for awhile.

I get it. You will have thousands of great ideas in a single lifetime, or maybe even a week. If you follow all of them right now, you will never finish anything. Do what I do: think about them, ponder them, don’t let them get too developed, and write down the ones you want to hold onto, put them in a jar, and… walk away with the biggest, shiniest, most exciting idea you just had. The others will keep. Let them stew in their juices. Focus on THIS IDEA.

2) Reward yourself for finishing things.

If you want to accomplish something, give your Ne what it wants – a challenge, and a reward. I used to motivate myself through “boring” tasks by setting time deadlines and writing like a bat out of hell, or dividing the task up into separate shorter parts that I can cross off after I do them. That shows me I am making progress. Right now, I’m sitting next to a half-crossed-off list of chapters in my book, which I am proof-reading / editing. Each time a pink line goes through someone’s name, I know I’m THIS MUCH CLOSER to finishing. THIS MUCH CLOSER to starting a NEW project. THIS MUCH CLOSER TO THAT PIECE OF CHOCOLATE I PROMISED MYSELF.


3) Accept that you cannot be at 110% all the time.

This may be hard for you to hear, but you’re a normal human being. You need sleep. You need rest. You need food. You need days off, and dates, and to go places, and be with people, and do things other than your job or your school or writing or whatever it is that occupies 90% of your time. Those normal things that a sensor can do without much fuss, wear you out. Tedious details wear you out. Planning wears you out. Keeping track of things wears you out. The temptation when this happens is to under-estimate what you, as a low Si, needs – which is a break. You tend to way overestimate what you can do in a single week, and sometimes you get way too much on your plate… so, if you know about things in advance that are going to “drain” your Ne, because it requires other, lower functions to be heavily used in your stack, plan to limit your interaction with those functions in excess of your responsibilities.

In other words, if you (me) have to do a bunch of tedious line-editing at work, it is not a good idea for me to come home and do… a bunch of tedious line-editing on my novel at the same time. That’s all Te/Si stuff.

Ne-stuff is… new ideas, new people, new philosophies, reading things that excite your mind and imagination and help you see things in a different way, or watching something new, or going somewhere where you can just be yourself. Your Ne cannot run on full power all the time, especially when you’re trying to hold back the freight train – so give yourself permission to take time off.

4) Pace yourself.

This piggybacks on the above, but as a Ne-dom, you way over-estimate how much you can do physically. Things like going places, driving for hours, being in crowds, walking long distances, etc., are tiring to someone with minimal sensing. Ne-doms need down time, to process their experiences. You are an introverted extrovert. Remember that, and give yourself down time. Try not to be out and about 24/7. But don’t stay home all the time either. That’s a cesspool of Ne-draining boredom waiting to happen.

5) Either do it right now or write it down.

My usual pattern is: get a good thought about 10pm. Then springboard into another idea. Then zip over that way for more ideas. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, telling myself to go to sleep, while thinking about everything I should talk about, investigate, or do in the morning. By morning, of course, either the ideas are all gone or I have lost any motivation to do them. Some of my best work is from dropping everything and doing it RIGHT NOW. Strike while the iron is hot, my dander is up, whatever. Some of my best short stories or articles came from getting up at 5am and pounding the keyboard. So, do it NOW… or write it down. If you write it down, you won’t have to try and remember it (also a chore for Ne).

The best things you can do for your Ne are the following:

  • Accept that this is who I am, and it’s okay.
  • Realize that mundane or tedious tasks drain your Ne
  • Let your mind wander
  • Give yourself permission to fantasize
  • Reward periods of the mundane with fun activities
  • Never let a week go by without planning something ‘fun’
  • Stimulate yourself with constant NEW things (books, movies, music)
  • Read a wide variety of things on a continual basis
  • Give yourself challenges and deadlines to beat
  • Make sure they are SHORT-TERM (you cannot stay too long)
  • Always have something in the immediate future to look forward to

Hope that helps.

(This week on tumblr has been DULL. Is it just me or is it dead?! Thank God for a new Doctor Who tomorrow! I need me some NEW Capaldi + Bill Potts. I totally want to be her best friend and hang out in space and eat blue cubes together.)

- ENFP Mod

The Truck

Originally posted by neaarty

Happy, happy birthday to my fellow smutketeer and #queenofdrabbles, @xerxia31​! Here’s a little story laced with angst and smut, liberally sprinkled with f-bombs and topped with a shitty red Corolla. Enjoy your day my lovely friend! I <3 you a whole bunch.

Rated M

The minute I heard the hum of Peeta’s new truck in the driveway, I was unimpressed. It was the first major purchase by either of us since we moved in together a few months ago, and I guess I’d just assumed we’d buy our next vehicle together. After all, both of our college cars are entering into their geriatric years. His Jeep wheezes and gasps up the hill toward our little house. Every bolt in my shitty red Corolla rattles the minute I turn the key.

He was barely out of the driver’s seat before he started going on and on about how useful it’s going to be and how much he’s going to save on Jeep repairs. He showed me the extended cab with the front bench seat and laughed about how I could snuggle up beside him.

I couldn’t enjoy his enthusiasm. I was too upset that he left me out of the decision-making. But since I’m the one to blame for that, I can’t complain.

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Foxes as shit that I've done

neil: raced my sister to the door of the cabin we were working at, rolled my ankle and the next day moved 13 girls trunks out of the cabin, carried a podium, and walked up and down a hill three times before someone made me sit down. My ankle was huge and purple and I still tried to get back up. #imfine

andrew: walked out of a class after ten minutes bc we had done the in class assignment used to count attendance. When stopped at the door by the teacher asking if I was coming back replied “nope” and then continued walking out.

allison: when one of my friends texted the group chat with “I have big news!” I immediately created a separate group text with half of the group making bets on what the news was.

nicky: tripped on a set of stairs, rolled bc my hands were full had a guy half way catch me: after i had already caught myself, set down the iPad, and maintained a death grip on my phone. Was too proud of not breaking anything to be embarrassed.

kevin: vomited on a public bar and then laid in a public bathroom still vomiting and apparently walked around with my shorts unzipped and unbuttoned for a period of time on Halloween

Seth: once out of boredom and loyalty I told a friend that this girl I didn’t like was talking her to her ex and lying to her about it. Watched her take the BITCH DOWN laughed

Dan: met a girl before going out one night. The girl proceeded to get completely wasted and disappeared from the group. Spent an hour looking for her. Bc I may not know you, but you are now my responsibility little dumpster fire. Now drink some water.

Aaron: once my brother rubbed the inside roof of the car (I HATE that noise) and I turned looked him dead in the eye and said “I wish you had never been born” I was 13 he was 7. But that little shit KNEW

Renee: directly from my iPod in my car listened to “Burning in my soul” and then “one eyed girl” by Florence & the machine bc I love Jesus but also boinches better not cross me ok. Ok.

Matt: confuse people on the reg of whether I love my best friend or am in love with my best friend. When questioned respond both and begin listing off all their most amazing qualities bc everyone should be so blessed to know them
*bonus: cry every time I listen the the Moana soundtrack lbr that movie has all the feels

Bonus- Jeremy: once made all of my friends ride on the mall carousel bc I was feeling extra and look so pretty. We were 15


It’s official. I had my 6 month checkup today :) Here are some highlights: 

  • Starting / Current weight 455 / 313 = 142 gone forever! 
  • Starting / Current Pant size 64 / 48
  • Starting / Current Shirt size 6X / 2X
  • Starting / Current BP - Borderline Hypertension / Normal

Most importantly, I have already added years to my life and life to my years. I feel 10 years younger. I am in the best shape of my adult life and see nothing but good things on the horizon. 

I am currently 10 lbs ahead of the pace they set for me. I am going to make a separate post about my goals for the next six months, but at a high level the goal is to lose 10 lbs / month and get to my goal weight of 250ish right before our cruise in November. 

The best is yet to come!


Sequel to Loss and Longing

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

One day turned to two, two days became a week.  You moved in careful circles around each other. He’d make coffee and toast while you showered. You would cook dinner while he would set the table and pick out the wine. You spoke in short bursts of amiable and ambiguous conversation. You made love but slept in separate beds. It felt more like two roommates trying to move past a fight over dishes in the sink than rebuilding a life lost in tragic mistakes and turns of fate.

“I’ll be late.” He kissed the top of your head. You hummed to acknowledge him, picking at the eggs he had made. He didn’t leave, his hand resting on your shoulder. “I love you.”

He said it every day, the way one might say good morning and night. You can’t say it back. Not yet. He waited for it every time.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 7: Nerves

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1200 Words

Chapter Summary: Jensen finally gets up the nerves to ask you out, but will you accept?

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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Jensen’s P.O.V.

After talking to Jared about my plans, I went straight for the make up trailer, wanting to ask her out while I still had the balls to do it. It had never been an issue for me before, but there was something about Y/N that had my all tongue tied, acting like a teenage boy all over again.

My hand on the door, Jared behind me, I took a deep breath, before I felt Jared swat me on the ass. “Hurry up.” He yelled.

Turning to glare at him, I opened the door and strode in. Jeannie and Y/N were both inside, and I watched Y/N’s face turn to guilt as soon as she saw me. She hid something behind her back, but I already caught the scent of candy, and the tiny bulge in her cheek showing she still had some in her mouth. I didn’t pay much attention as Jared came up with some excuse to get Jeannie out of the trailer, my gaze was on Y/N the entire time. Her face was completely red, and she tried to pretend nothing was wrong.

“Are those my gummy bears?” I asked as I made my way forward. She gulped, almost choking, and I felt bad, for just a second.

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Edmund x Reader: Hidden kisses

Prompt/ask: Hey can I ask for a Edmund x reader where you are Caspian’s twin sister and they fall for each other but Caspian doesn’t like it

Word count: 642

Warnings: None

Setting: VDT

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted! I hope you like it regardless.

The air on the Dawn Treader was clear and chilly. You remembered feeling the same breeze on the back of your neck in your distant, murky days spent in Telmar-although those winds were much less extraordinary. 

You inhaled sharply, breathing in the crystal draft surrounding you. The Narnian sea was exceptionally lovely at night. It seemed to dance before you, each wave rippling in the most magical and captivating way, forcing you into a trance of its beauty. 

“You alright?” A voice inquired tenderly from beside you. 

You clearly didn’t seem to notice when Edmund came up to join you on the deck; most of the crew had already gone to bed. 

Edmund always seemed to be there-not that you were complaining. The boy had something about him that captured your interest almost instantly, something that welcomed your presence. Maybe it was those questioning eyes, that messy hair, that soft-spoken tone…or maybe it was just Edmund. You had only just met the young King, and yet you felt as if you had known him for an eternity.

You nodded slowly, averting your gaze from the waters to Edmund’s soft brown eyes, hidden mostly by the dark.

“I just needed some air.” You said, barely moving your lips as you did so. Edmund nodded, seemingly in understanding. He leaned over the edge of the deck, looking out into the vast water-mass you had just been admiring. 

“Lovely, isn’t it?” He suggested thoughtfully. You remained silent, watching him.
“Did you have oceans like this in Telmar? Well, I suppose, Narnia.” He let out a small, nervous laugh. “Uh-you and Caspian grew up together in Telmar however, am I correct? Before you, I mean-” Edmund murmured, fumbling over his words a little.

You chuckled, playing with a strand of loose hair that had fallen into your eyes. “Edmund, I only knew my brother for a mere month of my childhood before we were separated.” You said casually, pausing to lean back away from the side of the deck. “We had the chance to reconnect about a week before the Dawn Treader set sail, actually.” 

Edmund nodded, breathing in. The two of you remained silent for a moment, taking in the feeling of the swaying ship and the increasingly chilly air.

“Oh, look!” Edmund announced suddenly, breaking the silence. In the dark, you could make out the form of him gesturing towards the sky.


Sure enough, as you glanced towards the heavens, you could see a blanket of constellations. It was nothing like you had ever seen before-never in your entire life. 

They weren’t very luminous-you had to look directly up at the sky to catch their light-but they were magnificent. Paintings of centaurs and lions filled the canvas of the sky, showering the stars from each constellation below into your stunned eyes. 

“…wow.” Was all you could muster, so astounded by the images before you. 

“Aren’t they wonderful?” Edmund asked softly. 

You felt him move closer to you, his breathing pace increasing ever-so-slightly. His breath was so close to your neck you could feel the heat radiating off of your skin. 



Edmund paused, his fingertips brushing against your waist and his lips grazing across your ear. 

“Can I kiss you?” He muttered in what was almost a low growl. 

“Edmund! What in Holy Aslan are you doing to my sister?”

Edmund flinched, releasing you immediately and facing Caspian with a dumbfounded expression. 

Caspian, who was glaring at Edmund in utter disgust, was standing in the small threshold where the steps leading to the cabins were. He appeared to be holding what looked to be a wooden cup.

“Caspian-” You started, almost close to laughter. Before you could finish, the cup was flying past your ear and into Edmund’s face.

It seemed like you would have to find some more creative kissing spots.

Tutor (Evan Hansen X Reader)

AN; So I wrote this and accidentally erased the whole ending so I had to start it over. So now it’s rushed and shorter, but whatever. My stress level is high rn and I seriously need to catch up on sleep. Love you guys.

WC; 1,133

TW; fluff

You sighed quietly, anxiously opening the door to your house.

“This- This is my house.” You mumbled, letting your tutor walk in. Evan nervously smiled, looking around.

“It’s a n-nice house, well, i-it’s better than nice b-but you know wh-what I mean? O-or is that-” Evan stuttered, turning pink. When he was told he was supposed to tutor, he didn’t think it’d be a girl. Much less the one girl he had a crush on.

“Evan, I get it.” You smiled patiently, watching him take a deep breath and try to relax.

“Okay, uh, where do you w-want to work?” Evan said slowly, looking anywhere but at you.

“We can work in my room, if you don’t mind.” You answered, heading towards the stairs with your bag in your hand.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great- or um, good?” He cringed, following you up the stairs.

You laughed quietly, opening the door to your room and stepping in. Evan came in and closed the door behind him, awkwardly sitting next to you on your bed.

“Should-should we start with math? Or-or um, science?” Evan glanced at your backpack, setting his down on the floor next to yours.

“Oh uh, math?” You mumbled, pulling out your math journal and a pencil. Evan nodded and grabbed his math journal as well, scooting a tiny bit closer to you.

You looked up at him and stared weirdly for a second, then turned red and opened your math book.

“Okay, uh, let’s get started.” Evan said, his face red. He grabbed his math book and started to explain how to go about solving everything. Soon enough, you had gotten the basics down and moved onto science. Evan noted the way you bit your lip when you were confused, and the way your hair always seemed to fall into your face when you were focused. You could both tell it was getting late, but it wasn’t like Evan had anywhere to be. His mother wouldn’t be home until midnight tonight.

You groaned, slamming your science book shut. You flopped backwards onto your bed, letting the book hit the ground. Evan’s breath caught in his throat as he watched you. His face turned pink and he stared at you in awe.

“Hey, so do you wanna stay for dinner?” You asked softly, opening your eyes slightly. Evan coughed and looked away.

“Um, i-it’s alright.” Evan looked at his feet, not expecting you to pull him down gently next to you. Evan had his head facing yours, only inches away from your face.

“C’mon, it’s the least I could do.” You whispered, gently pushing your hair out of your face. The sun was shining onto your bed through the blinds, lighting the two of you up. Evan thought the way your hair framed your face was perfect. He loved the way the sun lit up your face and made your (e/c) orbs stand out.

“Alright, I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” Evan whispered, glancing at your lips. You raised your eyebrows and grinned, subtly moving closer to him.

“Yeah? What if I wanted you to stay forever?” You whispered, glancing at his lips and back at his eyes. Evan’s surprise was evident on his face, but he somehow remained cool and collected.

“Well, then I’d just have to stay forever.” Evan said softly, leaning in to kiss you. Your lips touched gently, and you slowly raised your hand to Evan’s face. You ran your finger along his jawline and pulled away slowly, your face pink.

“Would you be weirded out if I said I love you?” You whispered, your hand on Evan‘s chest. Your heart felt light, and that it was about to jump out of your chest.

“I’d probably say I love you too.” Evan grinned nervously, setting his hand on yours. Evan’s heart was pounding faster than he could run, and he could scream of happiness right now. He couldn’t even count all the times he had imagined the two of you confessing your love for each other.

“Well, then, I love you, Evan Hansen.” You smiled, interlacing your hands.

“I love you too, (Y/n) (L/n).” Evan replied, a nervous smile on his face.

You and Evan had been dating for about a month, managing to keep it a secret from your friends. Your separate group of friends had joined together, making a larger group. Everyday they teased you two and told you two you should get together, and normally you and Evan just sat there and blushed. Today was another day where you would go to lunch together and get teased, but this time you had something planned.

“Awe, here comes the couple.” Jared snorted, taking a bite of his sandwich. Your friends all turned to see you and Evan approaching and giggling.

“Yep, here the couple is.” Evan squeaked, a smile on his face. You and Evan sat down, side by side. Connor raised his eyebrows in a suspicious way.

“Oh yeah? Playing along now, huh?” Connor smirked, crossing his arms in a challenging way.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. ‘Playing along.’“ You grinned, pulling out goldfish from you lunch pail.

“Well, if you’re ‘playing along’ you two should definitely kiss.” Zoe tried, a small smirk on her face as she scanned you and Evan. Zoe broke an Oreo in half and handed half to Alana, still smirking as she ate it.

You faked annoyance and turned to Evan, grabbing his face gently and kissing him without hesitation. Evan smiled into the kiss and tried not to laugh at Jared’s reaction.

“Oh, gross!” Jared cried with food in his mouth. Connor stared in shock while Alana and Zoe squealed in surprise. You and Evan pulled away from the kiss, turning to your friends.

“Are you two actually together?” Connor asked, disbelief evident on his face. You nodded with a smile, and Connor cheered loudly. Evan laughed, a bit confused.

“Why are you so happy?” Evan questioned, a cute confused smile on his face.

“Jared! You owe me thirty bucks!” Connor cried happily, standing up and pointing at Jared. Jared groaned and handed Connor thirty dollars, a smile on his face.

“You guys made a bet on us?!” Evan cried, laughing hard. You smiled and laughed with your friends.


For @moose-on-the-l00se…reader is in the military as requested, enjoy!

“Question,” Tony groaned as he dropped his pack.
“Here we go,” McGee muttered, making Ziva smirk.
“Do all illegal blood banks keep a log coded with Star Wars references?”
Ziva arched a brow. “I thought you enjoyed movies.”
“I do,” he replied quickly, “It’s just…you need variety. Why stick to just one? And why make them so obscure…”
“They’re fans, DiNozzo,” Gibbs stated while strolling into the squad room, “It’s in their DNA.”

Tony chuckled while looking over to McGee. The man just rolled his eyes. Gibbs smirked, but for a different reason. Ziva had just finished packing up for the day, ready to go home. McGee was nearly done as well.

“Good night everyone,” Ziva called out.
“Mind holding the door for me?” Tim asked, zipping up a pocket.
She smiled. “Sure.”

The pair left together as Tony remained seated at his desk. He was staring at his monitor’s picture of him and Y/N, his girlfriend. She had been deployed for the last sixth months. Maybe he’d call her tonight; see how she’s doing. Gibbs looked over at him. He let out a sigh.

“Go home, DiNozzo,” he instructed, “Get some sleep.”
“I…I will, boss,” he replied half-heartedly.
Gibbs stared at him for a moment. “Then go.”

He shot his gaze up to see a smiling boss. He knit his brows in confusion. After a moment, Tony packed up his stuff. He gave a small smile to Gibbs and a half wave.

“Tell Y/N I say hello,” he told Tony.
The man chuckled. “If she answers, I will.”
Gibbs smirked. “She’ll answer.”
Tony eyed the man for a moment. “Thanks boss.”

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hey guys! I just wanted to make a post on something ive been meaning to get on the topic of for a while since its pride month and now seems like a relevant time

i wanna clarify i have voiced my opinion on my sideblog before but realize ive kinda done so poorly so i want to word this very clearly and carefully and do so on this blog.

i dont believe aces and aros belong in the acronym lgbt. this does not mean All aces and aros should be discluded from lgbt communities of course, just that being ace/aro doesnt immedietly make you lgbt (like if you are a cishet aro/ace or a cis aroace, you shouldnt use words like q/eer or gay to describe yourself. if you are ace/aro and also trans/gay/what have u, u are still lgbt of course) lgbt people have the right to be uncomfortable with cishet people using community exclusive terms for themselves considering a lot of those terms are slurs aimed specifically at gay and trans people.

im not saying there arent problems people face being ace or aro, but I think its a complicated and different set of problems compared to being l,g,b,t and etc. i think it would make sense if aces and aros had a community separately but of course, once again, being ace or aro doesnt mean you arent Also lgbt.

i dont think the split attractions model is something everyone should be forced to use for themselves and calling people allos is homophobic and harmful. at age 15 I felt obligated to put “panromantic+pansexual” in my bio even though I shouldnt have to tell people I feel sexual attraction at that young (really, nobody should Have to specify anything about their sex life publicly at any age). calling people allos is grouping gay people with straight people as the same “dirty sex lovers”, it should be obvious why this is unsavory.

i made this post because frankly im a little tired of being called an ‘aphobe’ and being accused of wanting to kick gay/trans aros/aces out of lgbt spaces. pls feel free to send me an ask if u have any questions but please be nice about it. okay, now back to regularly scheduled pokemans :P

Patty Jenkins Developing ‘Wonder Woman’ Sequel (EXCLUSIVE)
Riding on the critical and commercial success of “Wonder Woman,” director Patty Jenkins is already working on a script for the sequel.
By Erin Nyren

Riding on the critical and commercial success of “Wonder Woman,” director Patty Jenkins is already working on a script for the sequel.

Variety revealed the news in an exclusive interview with Jon Berg and Geoff Johns, who oversee the DC film universe for Warner Bros.

“Patty and I are writing the treatment right now,” Johns said. “The goal is to make another great ‘Wonder Woman’ film.”

Johns said that he “had a blast” working with Jenkins on the first “Wonder Woman” and that the pair already have a “cool idea” for the followup.

Warner Bros. Pictures President and CCO Toby Emmerich told Variety in a separate interview that the sequel won’t take place during World War I like the first, but is still likely to be set in the past.

I could use some input.

So if you don’t know, hi, I’m a Jew-in-process and also have a very hard time focusing on things. Like, you know, sermons, and occasionally long prayers (Chatzi Kaddish I love you why must you hurt me in this way). So one of my friends gave me a set of misbaḥah, Muslim prayer beads, to use as a fidget in temple. They’re heavy but not obtrusive and the texture is easy to play with. (And this particular set is lovely!) But even though they were given to me by a Muslim, for a purpose similar to the original intended one (concentrating during prayer), I feel kind of weird about using them.

So I had the thought of making my own fidget that’s not a semi-sacred object from another religion, but has a similar setup and use. I’m thinking of a string of 18 blue and white beads for chai with the colors taken from the tallit (or the flag of Israel if you prefer that interpretation) separated into six sections of three each by silver beads with the letters בְּ  שִׁ וי ב ד  on them to represent the five books of Torah, and a blue tassel at the bottom to represent the mitzvah of wearing tallitot. Put together, it would provide a variety of stims to help keep the hands busy and the mind on prayer (or whatever the rabbi might be talking about). But beads are kind of expensive when you’re buying them for a single item.

So Jumblr: would you use such a thing, if it were available to you? (It’s fine if the answer is “I’m neurotypical but that seems like a good way to focus on prayer.” That counts as yes.) And if so, how much would you be willing to pay for it? (I need to know if the general consensus would even cover the cost of beads and thread before I can decide if I’d put them on Etsy.)

That Silly Old Hat

A/N: I promised Riverdale imagines, and here they are! I’m also tentatively accepting prompts <3

“I’m telling you Ethel, it was the best sale in Hobby Lobby history. I should get an award.”

“Economical home decor choices are their own reward, I suppose.” You both sat down for your 1st Period class, and you pulled a crochet hook from your bag, hoping to get a couple more rows done on a lace shawl before your teacher showed up. 

Out in the hall, you heard raised voices. You looked over at Ethel, who just gave a “what can you do?” shrug. Peering over your desk, you saw a couple guys from the football team playing keep away with something. You saw a flash of dark hair and realized it was Jughead’s hat. 

Jughead got teased for a lot of things. His name, for starters. His good-for-nothing father, his mom who split town. His loner status and past history. But also for the hat, which he had worn daily since…well…ever. No one knew where it came from or what it meant.

No one but you. 

Jugheads mom had been a regular at the yarn shop your family owned. She always came to Thursday night knitting circle, and your mom let her borrow her pattern books whenever she liked. That hat was one of the last projects she worked on before she left. She had sounded so excited, talking about her sons current obsession with the 1930′s and how she had researched these silly hats mechanics used to wear, and wouldn’t it be cute to make him one?

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why he was so attached to it. Even if it was worn out, a little wonky, and, okay, kind of silly. You saw Archie chasing his laughing teammates down the call, Jughead and the new girl peering down at his hat and frowning. 

Lunch came, and you were still plugging away at that shawl, when a pair of shiny black heels appeared in front of you. You looked up to find the incredibly gorgeous, incredibly intimidating Veronica Lodge. “It’s Y/N, right?”


“I was talking to Ethel and she says you’re good at knitting?”

“Knit, crochet, cross-stich, weaving, quilting–”

“Point made, Martha Stewart.” She cut you off. “Can you fix this?” She pulled a scrap of grey fabric from her purse and you unfolded it to find Jugheads hat, ripped nearly in two and unraveling into shreds. 

“…No. This thing was on its last legs before the boneheads got to it.” You fingered a loose thread, feeling how weak the fiber had gotten. “But I think I can do you one better.”

Two days later, you casted off the final stitch and smiled. It was perfect. Lightweight, since he wore it every day, but strong, so it would hopefully last a few years. You texted Veronica, letting her know you would bring it to school on Monday. 

Shoving everything in your bag, you walked out of the yarn shop, deciding to treat yourself to a celebratory milkshake at Pops before turning in. “Late night for you, Y/N.” Pops chided you. 

“I was working on something, you know me.” Glancing down the aisle, you saw a shock of black hair peeking out from under a hoodie, illuminated by the glow of a laptop screen. “That Jughead?”

“Yeah, kid’s real torn up about somethin’.”

“Thanks Pops, I’ll have a strawberry milkshake.” You smiled at him, then rusted in your bag to grab the hat. You plopped it down on his keyboard, and he picked it up and stared at it for a moment before even glancing at you. 

“Where did you get this?”

“I made it. Veronica asked me to. I uh, I knew how much it meant to you.” You suddenly felt embarrassed. “Go on, try it on.” He pulled the hood off his head, but he just held the beanie, thumb tracing over the hem. 

“It’s…” He was trying to say something nice, something polite. But he looked like he was about to cry.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” You sat down across from him, smiling at the waitress who set down your milkshake. “I get it. Grief is weird.” His eyes popped up to meet yours at that. “My mom had this entire closet full of yarn. Some of it was already separated for projects, and some of it is really nice, expensive stuff. And my grandmother told me to help myself. Said it was my inheritance. But I just….Can’t.” 

“I called her.” He cleared his throat. “Told her what happened. She said it was about time I stopped wearing that silly old hat. Said she would make me something new…For my birthday.”

“You don’t have to wear it. I wont be offended.” You assured him. 

“Nah.” He slid the hat on, smiling for the first time since you had come in. “I think this one suits me.”

“It certainly does.”



If anybody knows me on my main blog or irl i’m sure you are aware I am an avid theropod enthusiast, I predominantly draw birds. When I first saw posters for Rio I was exited because I did like the first ice age, and I actually did like how Blu looked design wise. I did not see it in theatres, for whatever reason a school friend dragged me to see the 3D yogi bear movie instead (it was horseshit). Eventually I rented Rio on DVD to see with my mom and it was…….meh? and then mostly forgot about it. 

But that was younger me before I critiqued movies and had fermented in bitterness. So being a bird lover with a lot of things to say I decided to crack this into two separate posts because covering the designs alone will make this posts long and image heavy.

Why am I cracking down so hard on ‘realism’ in this movie’s designs? Well mostly because the “theme” of this movie is bird conservation. In a realism-based setting. Unlike, say, Seuss’s original Lorax. it has an environmentalist message but has a well developed Seussiverse where nonsensical creatures fit the nonsensical habitat. With rio however, it is based in our world in our present time. I expect the creatures shown to be based on reality. Otherwise you break reality, making your conservation message weaker by showing animals in this context that don’t even exist. These bird designs come off as lazy recolourings where the story and setting is just under researched.

Most clearly this can be seen with the “blue macaws”. 

Blu and Jewel are in fact supposed to be a real species of parrot, they are Spix’s macaws (which look adorable). They are critically endangered, and only one wild individual is known that was spotted earlier this year. Too bad they look nothing like the design, they couldn’t even at least make Blue a more turquoise tint.

Rio seems to model all of their macaws as Aras, the genus of larger macaws including the stereotypical scarlet and bluegolds. Spixs arent Aras, they are the only Cyanopsitta species, a smaller macaw which would be about under half of Blu’s size and roughly half a pound in weight.
If you took a colourless image of Blu i would assume he is an Ara macaw, or even the giant Hyacinth’s macaw. (In fact, most images that come up when i look for ‘Rio bird species’ places him as a hyacinths.) They also use Ara calls for his noises… 

Call me old fashioned but I think when you’re trying to make a movie about a real critically endangered species, I think you should at least try to competently represent it. Had he been a large species i would have loved his design.

However personally that doesn’t bother me as much as the background birds do. All of the macaws are odd recolours by which i mean hardly discernible species. In the top photo I see what may be a blue and gold, a scarlet or green-wing, and maybe even a red-shouldered macaw… which makes no sense because they are the smallest macaw, at 0.3lbs. BUT THEY ARE ALL OFF COLOUR AND NONE OF THEM INCLUDING BLU HAVE BARE SKIN ON THEIR FACES. i guess for whatever reason they thought it would look ‘too ugly’ :/

I literally had no idea what these bottom ones are, the only bird I’ve ever seen like that first one is a leucestic blue and gold, the green one may be a military macaw???? its just so frustrating to look at. So I went on the wiki and there they called them golden conures and peach fronted conures… that are large macaw sized..

(a golden conure with a large macaw trio, rio’s are the same size and shape..)


Then there’s the stock passerines… these guys are supposedly finches and there’s again a variety of recolours in the movies. but they are all just ‘ball with eyes’, a bird design stereotype that i really hate. I thought the blue one may be fairy wren but those are only endemic to australia soo

Other background birds included in Rio 1 are waders and other passerines or near passerines. I’m alright with the jamie foxx and will i am birds. I actually enjoy the cockatoo design as well as the toco toucan, but there’s more birds I dislike than ones I like. 

 I’m also bummed they had no raptors because south america some really cool ones like the harpy eagle, an abundance of diverse owls, and falcons. Other neat birds include hummingbirds, woodpeckers, herons, guans, hoatzin, cock-of-the-rock, curassows, and the potoo, just off the top of my head. Basically it just feels under researched on blue sky’s part when they set out to have a movie about birds and endangered species, but i’ll talk about my resentment for the plot later…

design nitpick round:

  • the parrots’ feet are missing a toe. parrots are zygodactylous, they should have two toes in front and two in back. so do woodpeckers.
  • the baby parrots are already immediately fledged with all their feathers, just looking like mini adults with a large head. just for once i would like to see nakey altricial birds in cartoons..
  • how did a toco toucan and keel billed toucan mate and have offspring.
I Am An Alpha Ch 14: Baring My Teeth

His deep hearty chuckle rings out. His chest vibrates against mine as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to his full weight is resting on me. “I guess you really are an alpha.”

I hesitantly respond, “So you aren’t mad?”

It takes him a minute to stop laughing to answer, “No Love I’m not mad. I kind of take it as a compliment.”


“It means you accept me, even your alpha side. You actually want me,” He holds me even tighter. “I was scared for a minute that you didn’t want us.”

“Of course I do.”

We lay there for a while, wrapped around each while Kris’s knot continues to shrink. Neither of us says anything, until there is a quiet knock at the door. I tense.

“Shit,” Kris groans, “I was supposed to get you for lunch.”

“You did a great job of that,” I chuckle, taking a deep breath I try to figure out who is on the other side of the door but all I can smell is Kris. “Who is out there? I can’t tell.”

“It’s Tao. We will be down a few minutes,” He tells both me and the other man.

“I can’t go down there after this!” I cover my face that is burning with embarrassment.

“Getting shy again aren’t you? Why am I the only one to see you bare your teeth huh? As much as I love having you to myself if you don’t open up to the others is going to be hard on all of us. So come on love, show them that fiest,” He kisses the top of my head.

“I will, I still don’t want to go down there right now, could I bathe first?”

“Oh of course! I’m sorry, I should have offered that first. Lets go jump in the shower quick!” With me still wrapped in his arms he jumps up and scurries across the room into the bathroom. I cling to him as he kicks off his pants and flips on the shower head. He chuckles at the sight of my wide eyes, the water pours down from the ceiling like rain, it would be a lie to say I’m not amazed. “New, huh?”

“Since when do they make showers like these?” I muse as I stick my hand out to feel the steaming water.

“These are pretty common in nicer houses now a days, but I guess you aren’t used to any kind of plumbing or technology.”

I shake my head, “You would be right, I know the basics, lights, toilets, showers, baths. I know about TVs and cellphones but I’ve never actually used one.”

“That is so strange.”

“You could definitely say I’ve had a strange life.”

He nods but doesn’t add more. He gently sets me down and we separate, it leaves an empty feeling in my chest. My arms curl around my small frame in an attempt to keep the sudden chill creeping up on me away even under the hot stream of water. Kris notices and once again wraps himself around me, “Are you okay?”

“Why is it so cold?” I grumble snuggling closer to him.

“It’s the mark,” He explains, “That connection you felt before is going to become a lot more intense, but not with just me, with everyone. So you will want to be closer, both physically and mentally, with everyone.”

“This goes both ways right?”

“Of course,” His hold on me tightens, “Though it’s a bit more infuriating on this end because I will be fighting for your affection against my brothers. So you will notice we might get a bit more possessive.”

“As long as I get to see my pack I don’t have much of a problem.”

He groans, “Fine.” We wash up quickly followed by Kris gently drying me off with a towel, his eyes fixated on my back. “So are you going to tell us how you got those?”

I sigh, “I already did. Years of abuse and torture in a slave army, I wasn’t just trying to be mean earlier, that was the truth.”

“But I mean specifics,” His finger runs down one of the longer scars, “Like this one, how did you get this one?”

“If I am thinking of the right one it’s from getting to mouthy with one of my superiors. They were being particularly brutal on one group of new soldiers and I was an idiot and stepped into say something. There should be three other marks along with it, maybe a bit smaller, for each boy I defended.”

He is silent for a moment before his fingers started dancing around my back again, “And this one?” His fingers land near my shoulder.

I have to actually look this time to know, he is pointing to two little marks that are only half, on the front of my shoulder the marks are mirrored. “It’s a bad bite mark, the wolf was ripped away from me so the mark isn’t clear but he took a good chunk of flesh, hurt like a bitch.” I grimace at the memory.

“Were you in battle?”

I nod, “Well sort of, three wolves only a few years younger than me, that were in our squad, tried to rise up and our general saw how tempted the rest of us were and gave us the option to die with them or kill them ourselves. We chose the latter, they were stupid kids who didn’t know their place, and didn’t have the mentality to be a soldier.”

“Do you feel guilty at all?”

I close my eyes for a minute and shake my head, “We did those boys a favor. If those boys had been executed by anyone else it would have not been as nice.”

“I’m sorry for asking.”

“It’s a great warm up for telling the others.”

“Only tell them what you are comfortable with.”

“I’m not really comfortable telling anyone how I slaughtered people but it’s going to come up.”

“I guess you are right.”

“Now lets get dressed so I can talk to my mates.”

He chuckles, “Okay, give me a minute.” He walks away to his closet, returning a moment later with another t-shirt and boxers. “We will need to go shopping for you.”

“Why? I have my two outfits, that’s all I need.”

“Two?” He stares dumbstruck, “You only have two outfits?”

“I’m a wanderer, I can only have what I can carry, blankets and food are much more important than extra clothes.”

“I know you are right but still that is so strange for a girl your age, I mean the age you look.”

“I thought we already discussed that I am not your average omega.”

He nods, “We did, I’m sorry. This is going to take some getting used to. Speaking of which they should be watching TV by now if you would like to watch one.”

“Really?” I pull on the clothes he gives me and rush out the door. He his right on my tail as I run down stairs and into the living area they are usually in. The window is closed but I suddenly find myself freezing. But I ignore it for a moment at the sight of massive colorful screen hanging from the ceiling. I’m not sure what is happening on the screen but the colorful picture captivates me. It’s sunrise in a big city with tall buildings, something I have only seen in the pictures Namjoon has in his books. Two small bars appear in the corner of the screen and the image stays.

“Insoo?” Yixing’s voice breaks me out of my trance, he is standing up near the couch, wringing his hands nervously. I now notice that everyone is staring at me.

“Why isn’t it moving?” I point to the screen.

They all seem so confused by my question until Kris leans in the doorway, “She has never seen a TV before.”

“Really?” Jongdae questions.

I nod, “Can you make it move?”

He nods this time, snatching a little black box out of Suho’s hands and pressing a button on it. A grin spreads on my face as the view continues on, circling the beautiful city.

“Where is this?” I wonder sitting down on the floor as I continue stare.

“New York,” Luhan answers, sitting on the edge of his seat so he could be closer to me. Kyungsoo is in between him and I, and like the older man he scoots closer.

“New York,” I echo back. “I want to go there!”

“Really?” Kris questions, “I don’t think you are ready for that yet. You should probably ride in a car first before we work out way up to a plane.”

“Insoo?” Yixing calls again.


He gulps, “Can we talk?”

“I don’t really want to talk to you right now. I would much rather talk to Jongin.”

The tan boy across the room looks absolutely frightened, “Me?”

I nod, “Yes, we have a problem. You attacked a member of my pack and just like how you would take that as disrespect, I take it the same way. It is as if you had your teeth digging into my throat, I’ve been bitted multiple times, it is not a good feeling so you can understand my anger.”

He stands up and take a few steps closer so we are on either end of the coffee table, “Please, you have to know it was my alpha taking control. I was insane to tackle you like that and I’m sorry I bit that pup but he came at me-”

I jump to my feet and rush over to him before he can react. Without any hesitation I punch him across the face knocking him on to his ass. The rest of the room watches with wide eyes at the sight in front of them. “He was trying to protect me! You guys have no idea what I have had to do to keep that boy away from any pain that I knew and it is always you who tries to rub it in his face. That boy has never done anything wrong so don’t you try to blame him!”

“Insoo,” Kris warns from the doorway, not yet ready to step in.

I unclench my fist and let my hands drop to my side, “I am not sorry for giving you the karma you deserve for hurting my pup. I am not sorry, nor will I ever be, for knocking you on your ass. But I will give you the benefit of the doubt and not hate you. Now stop staring at me like I have an arm growing out of my forehead and stand up.”

“You forgive me?”

“No.” I snap quickly, “But I’m giving you the chance to earn my forgiveness, and you better pray that my pup doesn’t have mark on him.”

“Thank you!” He surprises me by wrapping himself around me. I return the action.

“You are such a strange man. How can you be so scary but so cute?”

“Trust me,” Kris muses, “He isn’t like that with just you.”

“Does this mean you aren’t mad at me either?” Yixing tries again.

“Yes, it does,” I sigh, “As long as you prove that I can trust you. I don’t want to share my heart with you if you are just going to ignore everything in it. If I look to you for help, I expect you to be there, okay?”

He nods eagerly.

“Great.” I look to Kris, “How is that for baring my teeth?”