i have to say its confusing at first

anonymous asked:

au where nico speaks italian sometimes but he doesn't even notice it (i'm italian and it happens to me all the time, especially at the end of some sentences or when i have to say "well/first of all" i say "cioè/allora") and will is so confused ????

  • sometimes nico talks to himself but whenever he does that its always in italian, never english, so imagine anyone’s surprise when they walk up to nico and hes just muttering to himself and no one can understand any of it
    • the first time will heard it he honestly kinda thought that nico might be having a stroke but then nico’s like “oh hey will whats up” like nothings wrong and wills just ?????
  • nico has a problem with forgetting words all the time so he’ll be in the middle of a sentence and just,,, stop and glare and after a few seconds either he’ll say whatever words come to his head whether its the right word or not or he’ll just say the word in italian and hope for the best
    • again this totally freaks will out for like the first month bc why does nico look so angry all of a sudden??? and just saying random words???? its so difficult to follow the conversation bc will doesn’t understand whats happening????
  • ofc will and nico start to spend an awful lot more time together when they start dating and when chiara shows up at camp it gets a lot easier for will to follow a conversation bc sometimes when nico just throws an occasional italian word into a sentence chiara will do her best to translate for will
    • plus when nico and will start dating it gets a lot easier for will to anticipate what nico’s trying to say so when nico starts listing off words and hoping to find the right one will can usually say a single word and nicos like “yes!! thats the word!!!” and goes on with the conversation
  • sometimes when nicos especially tired he basically wont even try to remember to speak english so he and will could just be laying outside in the grass or inside the hades cabin and nico will be talking about anything and everything and will (usually also tired bc when isnt he) will just wraps his arms around nico and kisses him on the cheek and goes “i have no idea what youre saying but youre adorable when youre like this so its fine”

i hope this was at least somewhat accurate for bilingual people and also i hope you liked it!!!

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 11] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: idk for this one honestly. angst?

Warning: swearing, graphic imagery, probably incorrect medical stuff, mentions of blood, my writing in general

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15}

A/N: I’m so sorry. So much stuff happened this weekend and I got barely any writing done. I swear I’ll work on more stuff I promise. I have a few request I’m working on and will hopefully be posted this week. I also have a very rough draft of like two series so yeah. I’m sorry my life’s a mess. Enjoy! Please leave me stuff in my inbox I love getting things! I kinda really need some motivation to finish my last few scenarios. 

~ Admin Brooklyn

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You rushed to Ji Yong’s side, kneeling down over him. He groaned on the floor, blood pooling out of his arm. The boys quickly surrounded him. You put your hands on him, lightly holding him down too quickly look at the wound. Ji Yong clutched his shoulder, putting pressure on it as he groaned and shouted out in pain.

“Ji Yong move your arm,” you say, trying to pry his hand away from his shoulder. He glared at you, his grip on his shoulder getting tighter.

“I don’t know if you can fucking tell, but I just FUCKING GOT SHOT. NO THANKS TO YOUR FUCKING EX BOYFRIEND,” he yelled. You rolled your eyes and continued to try to pry his hands away.

“If you didn’t know, I went to medical school,” you say, pulling his arm. He shouted out in pain and you rolled your eyes. “So shut up, let go of your arm, and let me fucking heal you.”

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I talked to someone who works works for Bill Nye today.

I’m sure you all have noticed the huge wave of negative press. The person I spoke with talked about how there is now a huge bullseye on the show because it is directly attacking the Trump administration, and the larger alt-right media outlets are now doing their best to discredit Bill and the scientists affiliated with it.  That being said, I know his show *does* have its problems and that there is definite room for improvement.  I’m not saying its perfect. And its important to start a dialogue on how to make it better.

But I told this person how much it meant to me to, for the very first time in my entire life, to see my sexuality and gender validated on a huge platform, backed up by science. If I would have seen this as a kid… I don’t even know. I’ve felt broken and confused for more years than I can count. I cried. The person I was speaking to was moved and asked if they could pass this along the message to Bill directly, especially in light of the bad press.

So, I don’t know, I’m thinking i’d like to send a thank you compilation of sorts. Would any of you be interested in sending over 1-3 sentences of thanks and/or why the show was important to you? It can be completely anonymous if you’d like. Even if it’s just 4 or five of you that would be nice too. Feel free to reblog this or respond directly to it or send me a direct message.

((If i’m tagging you it’s only because I saw posts by/reblogged by you about the gender & sexuality episode)) @socialistexan @sulasaferoom @buckywantsplums @oscarborn2bwilde @thegrayace

Writing Tips

OKAY SO I wanted to make a few tips for writers out there just because I felt like it would be a good idea and a lot of these are what people have told me that improved my writing. So let go. 

  1. OKAY SO 1st of all, you need to shut everything out tbh??? Lol that sounded weird BUT what I’m saying is if you write something and think it sounds too much like something else someone else has written just stop thinking about that AND CONTINUE!! I mean, sure it may be the same ideas BUT DIFFERENT PEOPLE WRITE DIFFERENT THINGS. Like you’ve seen Coffee Shop AUs, right? They’re all pretty much the same, but EVERYONE WRITES THEM DIFFERENTLY. I bet you if you gave three people an outline of a fic and told them to write it, it would all come out as completely different fanfictions/writings. Some people may choose to center it around a kiss and build up to that point and some people may not feel the need to explain that, so they emphasise the dialogue and how the characters interact. So when you write something, then realize that it sounds a lot like a book you read or a fic you’ve read, then don’t worry about it because chances are it’s a completely new thing entirely
  2. Okay so I really shouldn’t have a say in this because I am awful at it and don’t do it much BUT DON’T BE AFRAID TO EDIT. Usually when you first write something its more about just getting the words on a page than making a final piece. Also, complete rewrites sometimes help. I have finished a novel, and I wanted to edit, but I found it was easier to have it off to the side and open a new document and rewrite it that way. This is probably confusing but ye
  3. KEEP A NOTEBOOK ON YOU AT ALL TIMES. Sure, its a lot easier to use your phone and you can write things on it, but if you’re like me as you get towards the end of the day your phone kinda starts to reach the end of it’s life. So having a notebook kinda helps when you get an idea and NEED to write it
  4. Continuing with that, if you’re stuck on a certain part of a story, sometimes a change of materials helps. A lot of the time I was typing something on the computer and I got stuck and closed the computer. Then I take out a notebook and BOOM I write a million words a minute. So its good to keep your fanfics and stories on Google Docs or something like that so you can type on your phone and on the computer. Then you can switch between those three things if you need to 
  5. Okay so this is something that I need to start doing and a lot of amazing people on here have suggested it (*cough* *cough* @dwarf-scum) but try setting up certain times to write. It will help train your mind to focus on that during those times
  6. Close tumblr when you write. I have a hard time doing this, but when you turn off all notifications and close the tab, it really focuses your mind
  7. Despite what people might say, FANFICTION IS GREAT!! It is great practice despite what people say. It’s helped me expand my writing abilities and gave me experience with different genres that I wouldn’t normally write about. It also helped me find my strengths and weaknesses, which is a good thing to know.
  8. OKAY THE BEST ADVICE I HAVE EVER RECEIVED IN MY 14 YEARS OF EXISTENCE IS details. I can tell you, this advice was what changed my writing completely. A lot of us write something and get so caught up in the moment that we forget to slow things down and give readers a clear picture. Take your time to explain the scenery or the emotions swirling through a character as they prepare to go onstage for a play. Take your time with it not everything has to be one thing after another. For example, you could say, “She ran through the abandoned corridor of the school into her classroom.” Or you could say “She ran through the abandoned corridor, the pale blue lockers seeming to make it stretch forever and ever as her feet slapped against the white tiles, her flats flapping with each footfall. Her heart racing, she reached the door of her classroom, sweat trickling down her neck as her hair came loose of it’s neat pony-tail.” As you can see, both of these are very different and the second one helps you better picture the scene. 
  9. Lol this is literally something I learned in fifth grade but SHOW NOT TELL. THis is literally so helpful when writing and kinda goes along with what I said before. Basically don’t just say “she was angry” explain how she was angry. What kind of things might she do in order to seem angry? Would she slam things? Stomp? Would her face be red with a frown? EXPLAIN IT!

lol so those are 9 tips and I could /possibly/ add more if I think of some. But I think the most valuable ones are the last two because that’s how you pull readers in. Hope you enjoy!!!!

Let the Seasons Past || Soulmate!Junhui || Oneshot

Originally posted by gyuwoo


GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, childhood friends?, growing up and all its glory

WORDS: 1798

BLURB: We met in summer, loved in spring. Hurt in winter, so may autumn bring…

A/N: Wrote this in one seating and mildly inspired by my own experiences lol can you feel the /awkward/


You knew it was him from the moment you met.

It was the summer when you were both fifteen; shy and awkward, still growing out of your preteen years and into your teenage ones. He said hello and smiled, so bright and beautiful that your heart skipped and your stomach flipped. He wasn’t the first boy you had met but he was the first one to have such an effect on you and the only one who stuck around even when you turned him away.

“My name’s Junhui,” he introduced himself, voice deep and clear, sending something plunging, plunging into your stomach. It sat there, that unknown feeling, until it swirled into a mini whirlpool and turned you into a blushing mess. You didn’t seem to know what to do with your hands so you stuck them to your side.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered a little nervously but smiling so widely your cheeks ached. He was so beautiful with his dark hair and almond eyes and you were failing hard at being nonchalant. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was… The way he looked at you, really looked at you, asking questions and making you feel important and interesting in a way no other had cared to do before.

You two spoke less than ten sentences to each other that first time but it was a conversation that would last a lifetime. How easily it would all have slipped away if neither of you had taken the chance to say hello, and every day you were glad you did.

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Condescending Manager

I’ve worked at my current hotel more than long enough that at any other business I would be treated as if I was just as competent as any other employee. But unfortunately I have the weirdest most baby talky mother fucker of a manager.

But I was warned when I first started working here by the previous new person that this behavior will continue until their is another new person. She apparently had dealt with this for 3 years…..

On to the story.

My Manager starts hovering as he usually does cause I’m “new” and starts saying things like “you could do this to make it faster” or “I usually click these buttons” but the one thing he says that pisses me off more than anything is when he says “f1 THEN f5, to save and checkout the folio” like bitch I can remember two things damn! All of these little suggestions are always unprompted.

But I have one thing up my sleeves. I’m younger and better then him at anything technology related. So obviously I decided to switch that little shortcut to f5 first then f1.

The next day he starts his usual suggestions all the while I’m waiting for “f1 then f5”. He finally says it and the following interaction occurred.

me: Hah so you’re trying to mess me up now? That’s new.

him: What?

me: Its always been f5 then f1.

Approaches computer after letting out the most fucking sarcastic sigh I’ve ever heard.

him: No no no seee…

He stands their confused as nothing happens when he hits f1 and im just sitting their watching him but I decide to mess with him more.

me:Is this some sort of weird test? Why are you doing it wrong?

him:No its always been this way….. (he really trailed off like mindfuck trailed off)

me:Well here comes some customers let me take over again.

He walks away looking extremely confused, as hes walking away

him:Okay…. Okay… Right

I really hope that ends his hovering.

anonymous asked:

I made this request days ago, and I think tumblr ate it 😨 bisexual mc? Im not feeling very validated at the moment because of this...

∑(;°Д°)ᵒᵐᵍᵎᵎᵎ It did eat it!! I’m sorry about that. I wish tumblr could get the messaging system working right…

Before I get this HC started, I do want to say a few things. You mentioned you weren’t feeling validated due to you being bisexual? That’s what i’m assuming from how its worded. 

I want you to know that It Is Okay. That’s a very cliche thing to say, but you matter and are valid. It took me years to find out I was bisexual, and I was scared at first. 

You are not being ‘Greedy’, you are not being a ‘thief’. You are not ‘confused’. You are YOU. Don’t let others tell you how you are just due to your sexuality. You are not hurting anyone, you are not hurting the world. You are existing, and you have every single right!

We can’t control who we fall in love with. Just because it happens to be more than one gender does not make you a horrible person. It just means you’re able to open your heart in ways others can’t.

I’m always here to talk to you if you need it, anon! I love you, don’t feel so bad about yourself, okay? 

Here’s how the crew would react! o(*^▽^*)o

Zen

-You were kind of scared to tell him. Sometimes guys could react badly, or in a gross way and immediately bring up the idea of threesomes.

-It was about a month after the RFA party that you told him. You didn’t know why, but you felt like you just needed to get it out in the open.

-You sat him down and took a deep breath, starting-stopping-starting again. God, you had admitted this to friends before! Why was this so hard?

-He noticed you tearing up, and he reached over and held your hand. He wanted to pull you to him and hug you, but he didn’t really know if this was some break-up moment (He Was Scared) or if something was wrong.

-”I…I just thought that, since it’s clear we’re going to be a couple, that i should…I should tell you that I’m bisexual.”

-Oh. Oh thank god. He was so scared you were going to break up with him. He even let out a shaky laugh until he saw the tears in your eyes. Bad move bad move!

-”Hey, heyheyhey.” Now he did finally pull you into a hug, his hands lightly rubbing up and down your spine. “I wasn’t laughing at you, I was just nervous, don’t worry.”

-”A-Are you okay with that?”

-”Okay? I’m more than okay, mc. It’s fine. I still love you just as much as before. You’d have to kill someone to get me to dislike you, and hell, that would just depend on the person, okay?”

-He cupped your face and kissed the corners of your eyes. 

-”Bottom line, mc, is that I love you. I love you for you.”

Jaehee

-You really, really wanted to tell her this.

-You weren’t sure how it happened. You were just relaxing with her, drinking some nice decaf coffee she made while the two of you watched a DVD. She was letting you lean against her in a friendly cuddle.

-Maybe it was how relaxed you were? The coffee? How the temperature was just perfect and had you in an almost sleepy state?

-”Jaehee,” You started, holding your coffee lightly. “Would you still like me if I was bi?”

-Poor baby was so shocked by the sudden question. She sat up and immediately paused the movie.

-You, on the other hand, were shaking with how careless you brought it up. You clutched the coffee cup, too scared to move or else your jerky movements would cause it to spill all over you.

-”Mc? Why do you think I wouldn’t?”

-Oh god. You blinked back oncoming tears. “I. I don’t….Know. I’ve had a few friends leave after I-”

-Jaehee was having None of that. She hugged you tight, your back against her chest, and she put her cheek on top of your head.

-”Who you are isn’t going to change our relationship. I still love you.”

-Now you were actually crying. You really loved her too…You didn’t know if this was also a confession from her, since the two of you still hadn’t established what you…were? Yet.

-After a few moments, she loosened her grip.

-”Actually…Mc…I think I may be bisexual too.”

Jumin

-You were trying to give him tips on how the two of you could make your relationship better.

-Because, let’s face it, Jumin did manage to mess things up every now and then. He sometimes couldn’t gauge your emotions, and that led to some intense moments at times.

-But you two were working through it. You loved each other and wanted this to work. So, for some examples, you were talking about your exes.

-”He was a mess… I think the only decent relationship I had been in, before you, was with Sarah. I mean, obviously things didn’t work out between us, and I don’t want to get back together with her, but some things that helped my relationship with her was-”

-”Sarah? Mc, you’ve dated a woman before?”

-Instantly, you froze. You just got so in the zone of trying to be Relationship Counselor (with your own relationship for the first time, too), that you completely forgot you hadn’t brought this up with Jumin before.

-And you were scared. Out of all the people you knew, rich types seemed to be the worst when it came to Out Of The Norm things. Especially sexuality.

-”I…Yes. Yes, I have.”

-”Interesting.” He paused, and with each second you felt your eyes water up. “Mc, are you crying?”

-You nodded, trying to wipe the tears away. “Is. Is that okay? Are you mad?”

-”No. Why would I be mad?”

-He pulled your hands away from your face, looking intently at you. “Did you think I would dislike you for that?”

-”I-I don’t know. You paused for so long and I w-was just scared!”

-He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

-”If it’s any consolation, I was thinking on if we could use that experience of yours to help me understand you more. I thought maybe your perspective on dating a woman would help me understand more on how…Women think? Does that sound sexist?”

-”You’re okay with me being bi?”

-He kissed your forehead. “I don’t see how it’s an issue. You’re in a relationship with me now. Your past relationships, regardless of the genders, don’t bother me. I love you.”

-He went on a bit about his earlier musings over if his statement was sexist or not, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You ended up burying your face against him, crying a bit as you were so thankful he didn’t toss you aside for being yourself.

Yoosung

-The two of you had been going out for a couple of months. Nothing hot and heavy, just cute, innocent, loving relationship for the moment.

-This was his first time dating seriously. He wanted to take things slow because he was too scared he’d mess it all up, and you respected that.

-So, a lot of the times, your dates did center around gaming. I mean, games are fun! And it’s fun just to cuddle up with someone and play too.

-This gaming session, the two of you were playing computer games. Him on his computer playing a special event for LOLOL, and you browsing your folder of indie games.

-You found one you were excited to play, but had forgotten about due to…Well…The RFA. It was a cute dating sim you found! You could even choose to be a girl while romancing other girls! Yess!

-You weren’t used to these games allowing that, so you plugged in your headphones, laid back on his bed, and gamed away.

-About an hour later, you were so focused on the game. You had almost filled up the first heart with this girl! She was so cute!

-Yoosung had finished the event, and looked at you so intent on your game. He smiled and walked over, leaning down and nuzzling your hair.

-”Whatcha playing?”

-”A dating game,” You mumbled, “I gotta get this date! She’ll tell me more about herself if I make this good!”

-”A dating game? And…You’re dating a girl?”

-”Yeah, she’s super cute! Look at her!”

-Wait wait wait wait. Reality finally caught up to you- You weren’t just talking to one of your friends who lived for these games, you were talking to Yoosung.

-You felt panic wash through you and you tensed. 

-”You…Like girls?” He said it so confused, so unsure. 

-”Uhm….Y-yeah. I mean, I’m in a relationship with you, s-so I’m not like. You know. Trying to…Get with a girl…Now…”

-”Ooh, okay. Is the game fun?”

-He said it so casually. What??

-”Yoosung, are you okay with me..Also liking girls?”

-He smiled and kissed your head. “Yeah! I don’t mind. One of my favorite characters from my games is bisexual! She kicks ass!”

-He slipped down to his knees, resting his head against the mattress as he angled to watch your computer screen better.

-”So, what’s her name? What do you have to do to get the dates to go right? Is it fully voiced?”

-God he just…Didn’t mind. You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down from the sudden rush of nerves.

-”Y-yeah! Here, let me pull up a summary…”

-You felt so, so fucking lucky to have found Yoosung. He literally could not be more amazing.

Seven

-He knew. Granted, not from you telling him, but from an old profile of yours he found when doing that background check on you.

-He didn’t bring it up, or teased you that he knew. He didn’t want to make you think it was bad, so he waited until you felt comfortable.

-But…

-”Hey, mc?” 

-You looked up from the onion you were cutting for dinner (You were going to make this man eat something that wasn’t those damn chips god help you), feeling a bit confused with how serious he sounded. “Yeah?”

-”Would you still want to be with me even if I was bi?”

-You almost dropped your knife. “W-What??”

-Oops. He looked a little hurt. “Don’t freak out, I still love you-”

-”Nonononono!” You rushed out, putting the knife down and grabbing his hands. “No, no! It’s okay! It’s so okay! I was. I was just surprised. I’m like that too!”

-He gave you a big grin. “Yeah?”

-”Yeah! So I’m okay with it!!”

-”Good.” He pecked your forehead. “I’m okay with you being bi, too.”

-You couldn’t help yourself- You gave him a tight hug and giggled a bit. “I was wondering when to tell you myself…”

-He’d probably be the type to point out cute people with you. You two just going “Ooh, he’s cute. Oh wow, she looks so pretty!” together without being jealous. You two just appreciated how people looked at times!


♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) Hey anon, did you know Jaehee and Seven are bisexual too?  That might also help you!

A Mother’s Love

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Pairing: Negan x wife!Reader
Word count: 1,214
Warnings: Swearing, unplanned pregnancy
Request: Anonymous. One of Negans wives is pregnant and scared to tell negan. Being scared she runs away afraid of Negans rejection. He somehow finds out and finds her.


Becoming a father didn’t ever cross Negan’s mind. Not once had he shown an interest in fatherhood, or raising a child. You’d come along after he’d already accumulated a handful of wives. None of them had mentioned it, either. So, you never hoped to have a child in this life. You knew that it wasn’t safe either way, but becoming a mother was something that you’d always dreamed of. You couldn’t simply shut those dreams down completely.

Just six months into your ‘marriage’ with Negan, you realized that you were pregnant. Standing in the bathroom, your hands were on the sides of the sinks, your head hanging down. You were terrified. Would Negan simply have you dealt with? Would he get rid of the baby? Your baby?

Your hand went to your still unchanged stomach protectively. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the mirror. “Shit.” You breathed, knowing you had to run.


Negan moved through the Sanctuary, a smirk on his face. He was looking for you, craving the touch that only you seemed to have. There was something about how you felt when you were wrapped around him, and he was aching for it.

Turning the corner to the hall where your room was, he began to whistle, in a good mood. Until he opened your door. You never had been one to spend much time with the others, preferring to read alone in your room.

He raised an eyebrow, deciding to look elsewhere for you.

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anonymous asked:

oh man i saw you reblog some stuff about drag and i have a question i think? im a trans man and i always thought drag seemed kinda transphobic (and also like its making fun of women) but then my trans friends (all trans men or nonbinary) kept saying how its NOT and that its expressing appreciation for women or something? so i kinda just agreed and kept my mouth shut but it still rubs me the wrong way. i guess im just confused about what to think of it? sure i admire the makeup skills but... idk

Well first, I want to express that my opinions I share in this blog are solely mine, and I can’t speak for anyone but myself. That being said, I feel drag is full of transphobic people and ideas, and that it is extremely misogynistic and disrespectful.

You can see this when you break down what drag actually is: privileged cis gay men dressing as women and behaving/speaking/appearing in an overly-exaggerated way that they’ve stereotypically decided is feminine. A lot of drag queens, ESPECIALLY Ru Paul and those on Drag Race, have used transphobic slurs openly and happily on their show, and publicly reacted in ANGER at being confronted with their discrimination. They want to be called “she/her” when they’re in costume but can’t give the same pronoun respect to trans women, and jokingly call each other tr*nnies and argue about who looks the most “fish,” a term that’s origin is an outright degradation of certain genitals. That isn’t respect. Their ideas of femininity reflect that we, trans women, are just men. Men just like them.
And that femininity simply equals nasally voices, hand flourishes, and makeup.

I’m aware that some drag queens might genuinely respect trans women, but that doesn’t make what they’re doing okay. It doesn’t erase the inherent transphobia and misogyny that their entire “persona” is created from.

I think that when trans women share views like mine, about being hurt and offended and about how their lives are negatively affected by drag, they are silenced and laughed off and told “Well I just don’t agree, you don’t understand. It’s an art form and you’re too sensitive.” Trans women aren’t allowed to say “this hurts me, please stop” or “because of this, I face daily discrimination and mockery.” Like any minority we get stomped on.

We have a relation to drag that trans men and nonbinary people don’t. And I am not disrespecting anyone, but if you aren’t a trans women, it doesn’t hurt you. It doesn’t mock trans mens’ gender, it doesn’t treat packing as something that’s hilarious or laugh-worthy when it goes wrong, it doesn’t make fun of who can and can’t draw on the best facial hair, it doesn’t joke about who looks more “dick.” It doesn’t make jokes about their sex lives and their body parts and their natural internal organs and functions. If it did, could you imagine your friends still supporting it? Or being okay with trans women if they said “I think drag is art, it’s a respectful homage to men, I just watch it for the beards?” I’m sorry, but fuck that. They wouldn’t. Yet trans women aren’t allowed to speak up when we are the targets.

Drag hurts people. Drag reinforces violent stereotypes that others use as a springboard for discrimination. There is a difference between supporting men who wear make up and nonbinary people who dress in a gender nonconforming fashion, and supporting drag queens. I don’t think they’re synonymous in the slightest. And I’d like to reiterate that I don’t speak for anyone but myself, and that I’m not telling you what you should or shouldn’t think. And I’m not saying that trans men and nonbinary people are terrible, because they aren’t. But I hope I gave you some perspective on how it affects all women in all walks of life. And how it’s easy for those not victimized by this to think it’s all fun and games and artfully in good taste. And I ask that all those who disagree respectfully unfollow me rather than send me nasty messages.

bts reaction to their s/o getting them a pet

Originally posted by bwiseoks

jin

you knew how much jin liked cats and he has always wanted one so you thought it would be a good idea to get him one. when you got home and he saw the cat he couldn’t stop smiling. jin ran up to you giving you a big hug and a peck on the lips before paying attention to the cat “aww thank you y/n! you’re the best”

Originally posted by queensalad-stormbutterfly

yoongi

i feel like he would be mad/annoyed at the fact that you didn’t ask before getting it. but he would agree to keep it when he saw the cute little puppy. yoongi couldn’t help but smile at the puppy since its cuteness reminded him of you “fine but you’re taking care of it and tell me first next time”

Originally posted by loveshob

hoseok

he was confused when he saw you holding what looked like a small ball of fur. but when he realized it was a small kitty, hoseok smiled and clapped happily before running up to you taking the cat away from you “its so pretty! can we keep it y/n? pleaseeeee?”

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

namjoon

“oh no…now i have to deal with another troublemaker?” he’d say jokingly refereeing to both you and the dog while giving you a playful wink and smile. namjoon had gotten so carried away with the dog he kinda just ignored you without intending to

Originally posted by cuzishiptoomuchjihope

jimin

you rushed home with your new dog. it was so adorable, small, and fluffy just like jimin. you got it so you wouldn’t feel lonely when jimin was away. you ran up to him showing him your new puppy. you told him why you got it and how you thought it was so cute just like him “stop it y/n…i’m not that cute!” he’d say feeling embarrassed/shy and wouldn’t stop simling

Originally posted by watanuki-sempai

taehyung

you where home waiting for taehyung with a puppy. you always wanted one but you didn’t know if he would let you keep it. taehyung got home and gave you a kiss but when he saw the dog he wouldn’t say anything since he knew you’ve been wanting a dog for a while now. he would immediately start playing and giving it lots of kisses

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

jungkook

you knew that jungkook was a very jealous person but you never thought he would get jealous of a dog “c’mon y/n. you’ve been paying so much attention to the dog…where’s my love? don’t make me regret letting you keep it!”

requested by @bubblegumice

hello and thanks for reading! this was my first bts reaction and it isn’t that good but i tried…hope you liked it :)

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For: Anon

Imagine: Finding out that you are pregnant with Eric’s child and being scared to tell him.

You stand in the training room alongside Four and your boyfriend, Eric. As a trainer, it was your responsibility to show the initiates how to spar, however you felt sick to your stomach today. Should I tell Eric? Nah, I’ll be fine. 

“Y/N and I will be showing you some new fighting techniques today,” Eric announces to the initiates. The two of you transferred to Dauntless together, you were from Candor, he was from Dauntless, on the first day of initiation you had gone through your fear landscapes, you and Eric were the only ones in the dorm room, and he had comforted you. You two became fast friends and had started dating soon after; you’ve been together for almost six years now and are absolutely inseparable.

You step into the mat alongside Eric and he looks at you muttering, “The initiates are so annoying, I fucking hate kids.”

You roll your eyes and tell him to start. After demonstrating a few different techniques to the initiates you start to feel dizzy, Eric goes in for a punch and you clutch you mouth gagging, he steps back and you run out of the training room. 

“Y/N!” Eric calls after you, his voice laced with concern. 

You quickly find the washroom and shut the door behind you, throwing up in the toilet, you don’t hear the door opening, but when you feel someone grabbing your hair and rubbing your back, you instantly know that it’s Eric. 

You step away from the toilet, flushing and rinse out your mouth to get rid of the taste of vomit. 

“Are you alright baby?” Eric asks, his eyes filled with worry. 

You absentmindedly nod knowing that you should tell him that this has been happening for the past week. But you dread thinking about what the meaning of this might be. 

“-okay?” You finally hear Eric say. 

“Huh?” You look at him. 

“We’re you even listening to a word I said Y/N?” Eric asks, you look down at your hands, “of course you weren’t, what’s gotten into you Y/N? Lately you’ve been acting so distant, if there’s a problem you can tell me baby, if I did something wrong get angry, yell at me, but don’t distance yourself like this.”

“It’s nothing like that Eric, I’ve just been really tired lately, and I think I might just be getting a fever or something, I’ll go to the infirmary later today.” You lie. 

Eric sees right through the you, but just says, “Alright Y/N, go home and rest, Four and I can take care of the initiates for the rest of the day." 

You wait for Eric to go back into the training room before walking towards the pit; you go into one of the drugstores, buy a pregnancy test, and walk back to yours and Eric’s shared apartment. 

You go into the washroom and put the test to use. You sit on the washroom floor waiting for the result. 

You wait for a few minutes and finally build up the courage to look at it; you see a little plus sign on the screen. Fuck. The result is positive, this can’t be happening, how will you ever tell Eric? 

You sit on the couch, Eric words from earlier today replay in your mind, ‘I fucking hate kids.’ This wasn’t the first time he had admitted something like this to you, you knew how much he disliked kids. Your lip begins to quiver at you let out a whimper, wrapping your arms around your stomach. You can’t help but wonder, what if Eric leaves you, or worse yet, what if he makes you get rid of the child. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. No, he is the father, he has the right to know, and I have to tell him. Come on Y/N, you’re Dauntless, stop being so scared.

You continue crying until you hear the doorknob rattle, Eric was home. Shit. You quickly wipe your tears, take a deep breath, and go into the bedroom.

“Y/N I’m home!” Eric calls out, you don’t respond, knowing that your voice will betray you, “Y/N?”

You hear Eric’s footsteps coming closer, and he enters the room, “Y/N? Are you okay? Why weren’t you responding to me baby?”

“Eric I-” your voice breaks and you can’t continue.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Eric almost looks scared.

You force yourself to look him in the eyes, and knowing that you will not be able to answer him, you hand him the test. He looks confused at first, but realization soon strikes his face.

“You’re pregnant…” He says in shock. He’s not happy, fuck he is not happy.

“Pleasedon’tbemadatme,ifyouwantmetoleavethenIwill,I’msorry!” You say quickly.

“Y/N-”

You take a deep breath, “No Eric, i-it’s okay, really, I know how much you hate kids, but I’m not getting rid of my child, if you don’t want it then I’ll leave!”

“But-”

“I’m serious Eric, you won’t have to take any responsibility for it, I won’t even tell it that you are its father after it is born, you jus-” Eric presses his lips against yours to shut you up, stare at him with wide eyes as he pulls back.

“You just never shut up do you,” He says.

“Wait, so you’re not upset?” You ask hopefully.

“Did I say that?” His expression hardens and your heart sinks, “Of course I’m upset Y/N.”

You look away from him and try to keep yourself from crying.

“I’m upset that you thought I would leave you. I’m upset that you were afraid to tell me any of this. I’m upset that you didn’t want to tell me that I-I’m going to be a dad,” You look up at him and his face breaks out into a grin. He grabs your shoulders and shakes you happily, “I’m going to be a dad Y/N, a dad!”

You wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up in his arms bridal style, spinning you around, “We’re going to be parents Y/N, I can’t believe this! Fuck I can’t believe this, I’m so fucking happy right now.”

He puts you down and kisses you passionately, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you more Eric.”

Eric kneels down and kisses your stomach, “and I love you most!”

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anonymous asked:

(Pst watch dead girl walking from heathers if u arent busy cuz its related to my request)so mc broke in their room from the window and she woke them and said thry aint gonna sleep tonight and she'll break them (rfa+v)

I have to say that I really loved this prompt. At first I was extremely confused by it, mainly cause I didn’t know what the heck Heathers was, but then I googled the song and I stumbled over this animatic version of it and it was such a great experience OMFG! I watched the movie I’d never heard of (and loved it), I watched the musical I’d never seen before (and loved it, although the actor for JD wasn’t Ryan in the recording, sadly) and listened to all the songs again and again, singing loudly to almost all of them. If anyone wants to fangirl over Heathers, my door is wide open. Especially to those who love the fuck out of JD, cause I sure as fuck found a new obsession.

Anyway, I had to change the prompt ever so slightly, making it more angry sex like in the musical instead of directly translating it with the whole window climbing thing. To make up for it I hid almost the entire Dead Girl Walking lyrics within this prompt. One of the reasons it took me so long to write. It also got rather long…again. I have to apologize though, because you requested V, but I just couldn’t imagine him in such a situation. Instead I wrote Saeran and used this as an addition to the troublemaker prompt I posted a while ago.
So here is || PART 2|| and a link to || PART 1 ||.I really hope you enjoy. Writing smut was hard this time.

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Zen

He’d called you about a million times and you had yet to grace him with a reply. Not an answer, not a call, not even a quick text message to let him know that you were still alive. Zen was possessive and overprotective to begin with, but since the accident a couple of months ago where he’d dramatically found out that you were running a huge drug cartel his worries for your safety had gotten even worse. Rightly so, he liked to remind you, as it hadn’t been the last time you’d found yourself shot or otherwise harmed.

Not to mention that you always refused to go to the hospital – “Zen, honey, think about it. How the fuck am I supposed to explain why my body contains two bullets without admitting to smuggling drugs?” - which meant the only patch-up you ever got was from yours truly and Zen was a lot of things, but not a goddamn doctor. The wounds took longer to heal than he was used to and the scars never fully faded. As an actor, who’s job depended on body, he wished you would take better care of yours. 

Then again, it wasn’t like you having those kind of scars made you aesthetically unpleasing to him. He couldn’t have cared less, if that is the only thing wrong with out. What really bugged him was that you seemed to be growing increasingly more reckless, scars multiplying rather quickly. He couldn’t keep up with it. Eventually he’d given up on receiving a reply, hoping and praying that you were alright and come morning he’d find you asleep by his side. He’d fallen asleep eventually, though reluctantly and fitful.


“Zen, wake up”, you whispered into his ear. You let your lips brush over the sensitive skin behind it, watching with pleasure as the little hairs on his nape began standing up. You chuckled lowly, pleased to see the immediate response his body gave to you. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, trailing them down his chiseled chest to the V of his hips and eventually dipped below the rubber band of his boxer briefs. You smirk to yourself when just that is enough to catch Zen’s attention, making him squirm and moan lowly.

Long fingers wrapped around his girth without further hesitation, slowly pumping the long member into hardness. It never really took long to get Zen aroused, a fact that both of you had dwelled in a lot over the years. His refractory period was amazingly short and allowed you to have sex again and again and again. His lust was truly without compare, only ever matched by yours. When he’d called himself a beast he hadn’t lied and you were very appreciative of said fact. This time around, however, it was time for the beast in you to awake.

Once you’d felt the precome beginning to coat your fingers you’d removed your hand, trailing it up his body and to his chest. You’d dug your nails into his pecs, forcefully turning him onto his back and climbing on top of him. Zen’s eyes had jumped open, a gasp falling from his lips. You could tell that he was about to say something, effectively silencing him by rolling your hips, creating sweet friction against his erection. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See…I decided I must ride you ‘till I break you.”

Zen, who’d still been half asleep, found himself rather awake when you’d decided to free his cock from the restriction of his underwear. He watched with wide eyes, as you lifted your skirt, pushed aside your lace panties and sank down onto his thick appendage. You hissed at his girth splitting you up and yet didn’t stop for a second, burying him deeper inside of you until his entire length was nestled within your hot, tight walls. You stopped, giving yourself a moment to get used to the sudden intrusion before beginning to roll your hips languidly.

It felt good to be in control for once, the fact that he was naked while you were still fully dressed adding some sort of thrill to it. At first your movements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to take in the sight before you. Zen’s eyes were half lidded and dazed, lips parted and shiny from where he’d licked them. The way he looked at you made your blood rush faster, heating your skin pleasantly. He reached out then, resting his big hands on your hips. His fingers dug into your skin momentarily, leaving his marks on you like you’d hoped he would.

While you rested your hands on his chest, using that hold as leverage, his hands travelled higher to grasp your breasts, holding them firmly as he played with your nipples until they hardened under his admission. It was then that you’d decided that enough was enough, slapping away his hands. You were the one making the calls, not him. To drive that point home you dug your nails into his chest, making him hiss quietly, before starting to roll your hips with more fervour. You were using him to pleasure yourself and you enjoyed it.

“P-please…”, he begged eventually, red eyes trained only on you. You met his gaze, licking and nibbling at your bottom lip, smirking devilishly. Torturously slow you started to lift yourself off of his cock until merely the tip of it remain buried inside you. When you didn’t move right away he whined, making you claw at his chest once more. You took mercy on him, sinking back down. This time, however, your movements weren’t half as slow. You started to gain in speed, practically bouncing on his erection.

Zen attempted to flip you over multiple times, but you made sure it didn’t happen until eventually he gave up, merely looking up at you with awe and arousal shining through his eyes. The pace you set was brutal, almost punishing. You wanted to feel him, feel the sting of his girth spreading you impossibly as you buried him inside you again and again. Once this would end and you would have to leave, you wanted to feel him there for days to come. You could feel yourself growing closer, reaching down to pleasure yourself while you rode your lover.

“Fuck, Zen”, you moaned, head thrown back and eyes shut. With the added stimuli to your clit your orgasm rapidly approached, your movements becoming erratic on top of Zen. The sounds coming from your mouth became filthier by the minute, from mewls and whine to low groans and screams of pleasure. Zen wasn’t unaffected either, as you could feel his cock jump and pulse within you, announcing his nearing orgasm as well. “I want you to come inside of me, Zen. Make me yours. Mark me from within.”

You’d never done it without a condom – you becoming pregnant the last thing either of you could afford – but now you didn’t care. You were about to die anyway, so might as well make the best of it. A couple more strokes to your hardened sex and you came, calling out your lovers name as your walls tightened impossibly around his erection. Zen followed soon after, a mere handful of thrusts upwards as he buried himself inside you one last time before spilling his hot seed. Both of you were exhausted, shaking through our overwhelming orgasm.

You collapsed next to the other, both of you panting as you lay side by side. “Damn, this screams for a post-orgasm cig”, Zen said, chuckling. You smirked, snorting out a chuckle before reaching out for the nightstand, fiddling for a moment, before handing Zen a lighter and a cigarette. Only then did his smile fall, his head turning to look at you properly. “Something is going to happen, isn’t it.” You didn’t meet his eye, a sad smile curling around your lips. “Don’t worry about me, babe. I’m just your usual dead girl still walking.”

Yoosung

Once you’d admitted to your special activities, it had been rather hard for Yoosung to go about even the most mundane of things. He was constantly reminded of the day you’d killed a man right before his eyes, cut him up like it was nothing. Whenever he thought he was somewhat over it – the fact that he even considered getting over it was crazy – pictured began to flash in his mind. So much blood and he hadn’t even averted his gaze. Yoosung only noticed that he’d gotten lost in his thoughts when the cashier cleared her throat loudly.

He blushed and quickly paid for everything and pushed his cart along. Walking home with the groceries his mind drifted off once more. Suddenly everything you did seemed so much heavier than it did before. All the times you’d talked about going for drinks with your friends or having to stay late for work…all he could think about was whether you were actually killing someone instead. Those weren’t the things that bothered him the most, though. What really got to Yoosung was the fact that…he didn’t really mind?

When he came home you weren’t there yet, so he put away the groceries and laid down on the coach, arms crossed behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He’d been shocked at first, like every normal person would, but now he didn’t even flinch when you told him about your newest kill. He never told anyone. Never called the police. In fact, on more than one occasion he’d found himself anticipating the next story. He’d gotten addicted to the thrill like you’d anticipated him to. Had you had more time, you were sure he would have joined you eventually.


When you got home, slightly out of breath and with a racing heart you’d found your husband napping on the couch, Some of the stress had melted away at the adorable sigh, a soft smile appearing. In a world filled with so much hate and filth he was like your safe haven. Everything about him was innocent, sweet and pure and whatever worry you had melted away when greeted by such a sight. Or it usually did. This time, however, things were a little grimmer. This time you needed something else to cheer you up.

You made your way to the couch, rather impure thoughts on your mind. You would have felt guilty any other time, but not this time. Instead you kneeled before the couch, carefully massaging your husband through his pants, feeling the outline of his cock harden under your admission. A somewhat high pitched groan fell from Yoosungs lips as his eyes fluttered open. He rubbed at them, still obviously disoriented, until he finally noticed you on your knees beside him. Yoosung instantly jumped into a sitting position, just the way you’d hoped he would.

His face heated horribly as he scrambled to cover his erection with a pillow. You had to bite your lip not to laugh, smiling at how devastatingly adorable Yoosung was. “Don’t be shy, honey. I want to”, you assured him. You wrapped your hand around his wrist, tracing the vein with your thumb as you pushed his hand away to remove the pillow. As you began unzipping his pants, still feeling him up through the fabric, you could feel the twitch of his dick under your palm and it only fed into your hunger for the man.

You made a quick job of removing his clothes, no patience or time to tease or any finesse. You wanted his dick inside your mouth asap. Once Yoosungs tighty-whities had joined his jeans around his ankles you’d smirked up at the other, hungrily licking your lips. Yoosungs eyes widened and he swallowed loudly. You grasped the base of his cock, pumping it steadily while licking along the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the prominent vein that always made him mewl when licked and sucked at.

Getting Yoosung off with your mouth had always been the easiest of things for you. At first you merely sucked at his head, twirling your tongue around it, making Yoosung groan and relax under your touch before releasing it with a filthy popping, leaving him to plead. Only then did you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly inching lower until they were nestled around his entire shaft. At first you would merely suck before bobbing your head, moaning around him to send vibrations up his erection, cock twitching within your mouth.

After that it didn’t take much longer for Yoosung to come. The second his head hit the back of your throat it usually overwhelmed him. Being completely settled in the wet heat of your mouth was all it took for him to spill his hot seed down your awaiting throat. You swallowed every last drop, pulling off to lick his cock as well as your lips clean, humming in appreciation. Usually you would have let him enjoy the buzz for a while longer, but not this time around. You had other plans as you got up and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Get on all fours”, you demanded and Yoosung instantly obeyed. “Such a good boy.” You brushed through his unruly, blond hair, caressing him. He looked at you with his big eyes before pushing up your pencil skirt and removing your barely there underwear. He licked at your folds, hesitant at first until your grip on his hair tightened. “Kiss this dead girl walking!” He sat up a little, hands coming to rest on your thighs for better leverage. He began licking at your folds hungrily, tongue worming its way into your core.

You closed your eyes, focusing on Yoosung’s tongue moving inside you, his nose brushing against your clit with every other lick. You started to grind your hips onto his mouth just the slightest bit, taking full control over your own pleasure by doing so. You weren’t the only one enjoying themselves, however. Yoosung groaned against your sex and his cock jumped every time you rolled your hips or gripped his head tighter to guide his head the way you wanted to. “God, you’re such a good boy, honey. Beautiful”, you praised.

You watched in awe as his cheeks reddened even further, beads of pre-come gathering at the tip of his cock once more. He was getting off on this as much as you were! Your grip tightened once more and you ripped him away from you, causing Yoosung to hiss. Your juices were covering his mouth, swollen and glistening. Without having so say anything Yoosung understood. Something had happened. His first instinct was to protect you, but before he could voice that thought he was once more guided back to your dripping cunt.

“I don’t have to stay and let them catch me. I could change my name and move to Geoje”, you said as his lips closed around your clit. He sucked at it and you moaned. “But I don’t really want to leave so here’s something I’d like to achieve: Spend those thirty hours gettin’ freaky!” And that you did. You began practically riding his tongue and lips, your orgasm approaching quickly. Not that you had any intention of stopping after just one. If this was really your last night together, and you feared as much, you neither of you would spend it sleeping.

His skilled, little tongue was still swirling your hardened nub when suddenly two of his fingers pushed inside you. The intrusion came without warned and you gasped as another sensation was added to the mix. He crooked his fingers and began fingering you, hitting all the right places within you. You began panting uncontrollable as pleasure overwhelmed you, an intense orgasm making you weak in the knees. He licked you through it until you pulled him up, kissing him hungrily. The kiss was messy, wet ans filthy and exactly what you had in mind.

Jaehee

From the moment Nam had appeared at your shared apartment things had become rather tense. Not only for Jaehee but you as well. You knew better than to think he would leave you in peace like that. Now that he was more or less permanently out of prison his first order would be to collect what was his; namely money, drugs and you. You tried to hide such thoughts from Jaehee, but she was too smart to be fooled, even by you. If you were willing to cut his throat with a knife like you’d been that day, he was obviously not to be taken lightly.

Still, you attempted to go about your daily life like you’d been doing before. You took care of the café together, cooked and ate at peace, shared a home and a bed. Yet, the atmosphere was so obviously different, thick and heavy to the point you imagined being able to cut it with a knife. You knew Jaehee had a million questions and while you were ready to answer them, Jaehee apparently wasn’t ready to ask. So you waited for her to be prepared until one day the process was sped up by a little card in your mailbox. A card with a familiar symbol.

Jaehee had been the one to find it, watching you pale upon looking at the double dragon on the otherwise blank card. That is when you started to talk, about who your father was before his early death, how he’d married you off to Nam to not only bind the two biggest mafia groups into one, but to also secure you a safe living. You also explained that the double dragon was a symbol of high rank in the group you were technically the head off and that Nam had sent the card as a warning. He was coming to get you. Soon, from the looks of it.


The two of you had sat in silence for a long time. You’d been boiling and fuming, angry at the mans audacity. Hadn’t you made your point clear by almost slicing his throat? You weren’t his trophy wife and you weren’t his possession. He couldn’t just rip you away from the life you’d established with Jaehee just because it fit into his schedule now. Jaehee on the other hand seemed strangely quiet and you began to worry. This was probably a lot more to take in for her, harder for her, than it was for you. The least you could do was try to explain.

Jaehee listened as you talked about your upbringing, about how Nam and you had actually known one another since early childhood. You’d grown up together, going to the same schools. He’d always been infatuated with you, but you’d never returned such feelings. You’d eventually agreed to marrying him just because there hadn’t been anyone else you’d desired and because you knew it would make your father happy. However, now you had Jaehee and you loved her. You promised to protect her, no matter what, and that Nam wouldn’t harm her.

Your girlfriend didn’t care much for her own safety, however. What she was truly worried about was yours. You’d grown up in such a dangerous world and while by some miracle you’d survived so far, there was no guarantee that you’d survive it any further. To her you were still as innocent and delicate as ever. With a man like Nam-Il after you, she considered you in grave danger without any idea on how to protect you. If he got to you, took you away like he apparently planned, she was certain that you’d meet your demise sooner or later and that thought killed her.

The following day Jaehee refused to open the café, insisting to keep you at home and at least somewhat safe. She’d even jumped over her shadow and called Jumin, requesting a couple of bodyguards for you, if he agreed. Despite not explaining the entire situation to him – and Jumin still being disappointed in Jaehee for leaving – he’d agreed and send over two guards to protect you. Only a day later you found both of them knocked out in front of your door, another card lying on one of the mens chest. The second and last warning you would get.

Jaehee almost had a break down, as she realized that there was absolutely nothing she could do to protect you. Seeing her so upset, no matter how little she might have shown it on the outside, infuriated you even more. You send the guards back, apologized to Jumin for getting them harmed and used the opportunity to send a burned version of the card right back to Nam. If he wanted to threaten you? Fine. But you were not willing to drag Jaehee into his silly mind games. You’d face him head on some day now, but for that day you had other plans.

When you finally got home Jaehee instantly jumped off the coach, about to say something you never got to hear. You cut her off with a kiss, possessively licking into her mouth, sucking her tongue into yours. She was unresponsive at first, mostly due to shock, until you pulled her flush against you rolling your hips against hers. Finally she sighed and melted into the kiss, your tongues dancing together. Eventually you broke the kiss, leaving Jaehee obviously dazed. Needless to say that seeing you had such an effect did great things for you.

You took her wrist in your hand and began tugging her towards the bedroom. She was hesitant at first, trying to ask what was going on, but quickly gave up when she realized she would not be getting a reply. You sat her onto the bed, massaging her thighs and spreading her legs apart, kissing your way up from her knee until you reached her crotch. Pressing feathery kisses against her panties, turning it damp. You were happy to note that the dampness was furthered by Jaehee herself, who was growing increasingly wet, squirming under your admission.

You looked up at her, eyes burning with passion, and didn’t break the gaze once as you slowly pulled down her underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. When you kissed her sex this time there was no layer to hold you back. You licked between her folds, stimulating her clit with your fingers while licking inside of her. Jaehee was still shy about oral sex, but mostly because she was so damn responsive to it. Every lick, nibble or suck got delicious sounds out of her and you swore to yourself that you would coax out every last one of them that night.

After about fifteen minutes of going down on her, working Jaehee towards her second orgasm for the night she asked you to stop, wondering why you were doing this all of a sudden. “'Cause Nam-Il says I gots to go, you’ll be my last meal on death row”, you’d merely replied, grinning up at her before going back down, making her gasp and forget her question altogether. Eventually your tongue had been replaced by one, then two and eventually four fingers, thrusting in and out of her. Just by crooking them ever so slightly you were granted the most beautiful view.

Jaehee was gripping the sheets, head thrown back and her wavy hair a mess. You could see the flush in her cheeks, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure she still didn’t quite allow herself. Well, you’d make sure to change that. You pulled your fingers out, instead standing up to push Jaehee onto the mattress. She had no idea what was going on, but Jaehee had long stopped questioning you. She watched with wide eyes as you undressed before coming to straddle her. It was only when you put a pillow under her hip and threw her leg over your shoulder that she understood.

You decided to scissor Jaehee, both your wet cunts rubbing together. It was something you hadn’t tried often, mostly out of shyness. Now was not the time for that though. Both of you moaned in wanton as your sexes rolled together, sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. You reached out for Jaehee’s hand, pulling it to your mouth to suck two of her fingers in before guiding her to her clit. She didn’t hesitate to pleasure you and you instantly returned the favour, your bodies sliding together in perfect harmony until finally you reached your peak, screaming out your orgasm.

Jumin

Surprisingly, Jumin finding out that you were the daughter of the head of one of Korea’s biggest mafia groups didn’t put as much of a dent into your relationship as you’d initially thought it would. In fact, for some absurd reason, he seemed to enjoy that little secret you’d hidden from it. You couldn’t quite puzzle together what the appeal was, but apparently he liked knowing everything about you. He also seemed to enjoy the thrill that came with it. Preppy Jumin Han married to the heir of Chil Sung Pa’s admittedly huge empire.

As it turned out, there were also quite some business merits to being married to you. For one, people and entire companies had some sort of newfound respect for the two of you as well as C&R International in general. It probably stemmed from fear, but Jumin was an opportunist with success in mind and anything that helped the company was fine for him. C&R’s networth increased rapidly, especially when you roped your father into signing certain contracts that would ensure not only safety but investments.

Everything was fine and the business was booming until someone attempted to harm your father and you snapped. You were preppy, well-mannered and calm, but if someone dared to harm or so much as insult the people you cared for and loved, you turned into a fury with no regards for morals. You had no problem getting your hands dirty. By the time you arrived at the headquarters, however, it turned out that your father was fine and the person had been taken care of in a rather traditional sense. You were still pissed about the attempt, though, and with nowhere else to let steam off, you turned to Jumin.

When you snuck into Jumin’s office his back was turned to you. He was on the phone with someone, staring out of the window wall, discussing a deal you knew he’d been working on for a long while. You leaned against the wall and watched him work for a minute or two, enjoying the way his muscles flexed under that perfectly fitting and tight suit, the way his voice sounded when he talked business. Your always found his voice extremely sexy, that low rumble that could make anyone weak in the knees, but especially when talking business.

Eventually your patience had been stripped too thin and it didn’t seem like he was planning to hang up any time soon, so you decided to take the initiative. You put down your bag and coat, silently making your way to where your husband is standing. From behind you sling your arms around his slender but muscular frame, trailing them down his chest playfully. It is your way of warning him of what is about to follow. Whether he hangs up for it or not is completely up to him. You can feel his muscles tense and relax but nothing else. Well then.

You press a kiss between his shoulder blades, unbuttoning his shirt from behind, skilled fingers doing a quick job. Finally able to touch bare skin you bury your nails in it, trailing them down his torso to leave your marks. Had you dug any deeper you would have drawn blood. Jumin’s breath hitches every so slightly and yet he continues to talk, as composed as ever. You smirk. A challenge can be quite amusing when having it with Jumin. Both of you are competitive, in control of every aspect of your life and stubborn. Still, this one will be your win.

Your hand moves lower to unbutton his trousers, slowly pulling down the zipper to tease him with the sound itself, even. You can feel the deep intake of breath he makes, knowing that he is preparing himself. Your curious finger slip past the boxers and into his pants, your free hand still holding onto that beautifully tones stomach, feeling the muscles there contract with every teasing touch. Jumin is so fun to play with. Your wrap your hand around his long cock, squeezing it just for the briefest of moments to get his attention.

Apparently this still isn’t enough to get Jumin to end the call, so you increase your efforts. You begin jerking him off, strong, long pumps of your first. You use your thumb to trace the veins raking over his length before starting to pay special attention to the head. You circle it teasingly, tapping the slit ever so slightly until finally you can feel the first beads of seed gather, spreading them eagerly. Jumin eventually starts to rock his hips into your hand, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet while the other person talked.

While you admired your husbands self control, you were rather happy when it finally came to an end. Ads you sped up the movements of your hand the snapping of his hips turned from shallow to erratic. The pre-come was now coating your entire hand, making the slide much easier and therefor quicker. You could feel his shaft pulse with the need to release. You stood on your tip toes, nibbling at your lovers earlobe and whispering the dirty things you wanted to do to him until finally Jumin spilled over your hand.

Luckily Jumin was a bit of a silent type as it was, so the orgasm didn’t make him scream out or any such thing. It would have been quite hilarious to have him explain that to an executive partner, but maybe it was for the best that it didn’t happen. As it was Jumin apologized, explaining that he had some very important business to take care of and would call them back later. You were happy to know that said important business was you. He turned in your arms, claimed your mouth with a hungry kiss while lifting you onto his desk.

Jumin broke the kiss to go on his knees before you, pushing up your skirt just enough to get to your panties. He carefully pulled them down over your long legs, pressing kisses on the smooth skin along the way. He then proceeded to kiss his way back up, the kisses and playful nibbles to your thigh already getting you excited for what was to come. By the time he finally began eating you out you were a panting, wet mess. Jerking him off, having that control over your husband, it always turned you on. You knew it wouldn’t take much.

He licked between your folds eagerly, your hand coming to rest on his head and pull at his hair as he did so. When you’d first started to have sex he hadn’t been much of a lover. After all, he’d never touched a woman before you. However, many, many times later – honestly, you’d been all over each other for a while – and Jumin knew your body and all it’s soft spots better than you knew it yourself, probably. He was very categoric about it. He knew exactly how to please you, sucking at your clit while fingering you open using three finger.

About five minutes later you finally came, rolling your hips onto the tongue he’d pushed inside you, as your orgasm shook your body. However, you weren’t quite done with him yet and from the fact that Jumin was hard again as well, he seemed to be on board. You pulled him up, kissing him as you wrapped your legs around his hips. “Let’s go, you know the drill; I’m hot and pissed and on the pill”, you said, pulling him closer by the arse, cock brushing between your folds. Jumin growled hungrily, reaching between you to grasp his cock and push inside you.

You mewled at the feeling but attempted to muffle it. The doors were thin and if you could walk in, so could anyone else. "Full steam ahead, let’s break the desk”, you snickered, grinding against your husband to bury him deeper. Needless to say, he did well in attempting to break it. Jumin knew that when you were in the mood, you could take quite the pounding and he delivered perfectly. His thrust were quick and hard, hitting all the right spots within you. When you finally came you started to scream his name, Jumin had to silence you by kissing. Not a bad way to be silenced.

Saeyoung/Seven☼

The night after he’d found out about your work for another agency Saeyoung had lain awake for many hours, curled together on the side as he attempted to catalogue all the new input. His agency was ruined, because of him. Someone from another agency had send you to kill him. The two of you had actually fallen in love instead and he knew for a fact that it would soon cause your agency to be after you as well. You’d not only failed to fulfil your given task, but you’d also bonded with the enemy and such things never sat well with agencies like yours.

For a long time Saeyoung contemplated your options. Neither of you were really safe living a normal life and yet fleeing seemed like such a tedious option. He’d spent too much of his life running away and abandoning things he loved in the process. Saeyoung was done with it. The alternative he came up with was rather unconventional, but maybe that would ensure it’s success in the end. What if, instead of joining another agency for protection, the two of you started your own? Maybe you could even team up with Saeran?

He knew that his twin was still a little unstable, but maybe it made that option all the more suitable. Doing hacking and footwork was something familiar for Saeran. He had no further education that would allow him to pursue any other career and this way he would not only have a stable job, but also one where both you and Saeyoung could keep him safe and mostly sane. The longer he thought about it the cleared the imagine in his head became. When he pitched the idea of you you’d been surprise but then a grin had spread on your face and you’d agreed.


When Saeyoung had first suggested starting your own, small but effectively agency you’d hesitated for two reasons. For one you’d been rather sure that your fiancée had had other plans for the future. He’d always talked about some kind of toy store, building his little robots and similar things to sell them. Not to mention that he’d been so eager to heal and protect his brother that you could not imagine how on earth opening a secret agency fit into the picture. Was he so willing to endanger his brother further only for you?

Which lead you directly to your second reason; safety. By following through with his plan the level of danger in which all three of you would move would multiply gravely. Saeyoungs former agency would be after you. Your former agency would be after you and every agency you’d fuck over in the future as well. Still, you’d eagerly agreed as the thrill of going down that path together drew you in. That was until a job went horribly wrong and you found yourself fearing for your life. Well, fearing was the wrong word. You were mostly pissed.

Every normal human would have tried to flee when faced with a threat like the one you were facing – you know, teams of agents targeting you in specific – but not you. No, you were pissed that you had nothing to do about it. You could either run away or sit around and wait for their attack and fend it off as best as possible. That is until you walked into the bedroom to find a naked Saeyoung sprawled out on the bed, giving you all sorts of ideas how to better spend that time waiting, other than sitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

You slowly climbed on top of the bed and your fiancée, handing brushing up his legs, massaging his thighs before pulling them apart. You rested between your lovers legs, mouthing at his cock, pressing little kisses all over it until it jumped to life. You kissed your way up Saeyoungs body who was slowly beginning to wake up, twirling your tongue around his nipples before biting down on one. Finally his eyes flew open and he stared down at you with a gasp of pain, pleasure and surprise. He blinked rapidly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on.

The sight was surprising, to say the least. You usually weren’t into that whole somnophilia thing. He’d tried once and you’d kicked him out of the bed for it. Saeyoung, on the other hand, sure loved surprised. Especially surprises like that. He smiled down at you, cupping your face and pulling you up for a passionate kiss. His tongue snuck into your mouth, hungrily exploring and claiming what he thinks of as his. You melted into the kiss, allowing him the control for a brief moment. Tongues dancing together you swallowed each others moans before you pulled off

“No sleep tonight for you, better chug that PhD Pepper”, you announced upon sitting up, grinding your hips against his erect cock. He didn’t react at first, still sleep dazed. You weren’t gonna let that pass, instead wrapping your hand around his neck, using your thumb to tilt his face up. “Get your ass in gear, Saeyoung. Come on, make this whole town disappear!” He sat up than, wrapping an around your middle, holding you tight while thrusting his hips upwards to rub his hard sex against yours. Even through your panties he could feel the wetness. 

Neither of you had the patience to neither get up nor get you undressed. Instead he merely ripped the fabric away – he’d buy you new ones some other time – and pushed inside you in one long go. You gasped as the sensation of being filled but didn’t hesitate to glide up and down the others length, burying him deep inside you to hit all the right spots. “Slap me! Pull my hair”, you gasped the command and Saeyoung happily complied. He slapped your rear, hard and quick until pale skin turned bright red.

You gasped with every blow, the sting a pleasant sensation. You could feel the wetness between your legs getting more intense, arousal making itself known to Saeyoung as well. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and from the diabolic grin on his lips he quite enjoyed it. That is when he reached for your hair, holding it together and circling it around between his fingers to get a better grip. Saeyoung tugged harshly, a hiss falling from your lips. You quite enjoyed when he got rough with you, all frustration making way for pleasure.

His mouth attacked you neck, tongue trailing the vein there before he sucked at the tender skin. The sounds falling from your lips were of pure ecstasy, as your neck was rather sensitive and his lips were skilled. He then began nibbling and biting at the skin, leaving his marks all over your otherwise untouched skin. Meanwhile his hips were snapping upwards in a slow but pointed rhythm, making you squirm on his lap, pleasure seemingly overwhelming you. “What is it, sweetheart? You’re so uncommonly quiet”, he teased.

“Touch me”, you panted. “Touch me everywhere and no more talking.” You removed his hand from your behind to guide it to your centre for him to feel just what he was doing to you. He moaned as he dipped his fingers into the wetness awaiting him, circling your clit with his thumb as he pushed two fingers inside your tight heat alongside his cock. You felt even fuller now, desperately bouncing onto his cock and fingers, crocked inside you, driving you mad. All of it seemed too much and yet too little at the same time.

You found your peak when Saeyoung began sucking on your nipple, squeezing your breast with his free hand while nibbling hungrily at the other. His thrusts had become harsh and almost burning and the hickeys now spread over your chest as well. A handful of jabs later you were coming, cunt tightening around his cock, pulling the orgasm out of him as well as he spent himself within your welcoming heat. You collapsed against him, Saeyoung falling back onto the mattress with you on top. “Fuck, I really needed that.”

☀Saeran☀

After the night you’d shared upon realizing Saeran knew about your job all along the two of you had been mostly on the run. You got in hits here and there and you could work as whistle blower from about anywhere, so it wasn’t that much of an issue, but settling down hadn’t been an option for a couple of months at that point. You made it a habit to send Saeyoung a card once a month to let him know you and his sweet, sweet brother were still alive. Other than that, neither you nor Saeran dared to contact everyone else in fear of endangering them.

You did, however, attempt to help with the parties. Be it by sending Saeyoung some files of potential guests or donating a bunch of money to whatever cause they were supporting. Everything beyond that was strictly taboo for the both of you. Not that you minded too much. Most of the time you were either busy with work – people sure liked to have other people killed or fucked over – or with one another. The two of you had learned early on that every day spent alive was a privilege and you wanted to make the best out of every single one of them.

It was about two years into your spree that things began getting tighter. One of your team-mates on the whistle blower team had made a traceable mistake and now the FBI and CIA were after he both of you. Keeping a low profile wasn’t that big of a problem until you’d decided that splitting up was for the best, at least for the time being, and regretted the decision the second the two of you entered your new hotel room all by yourself, respectively. Both of you were miserable all alone and with no means to contact the other without being traced.


After trashing in bed for about an hour, sleep nowhere near, you decided that enough was enough. You were so used to sharing a bed with Saeran that sleeping by yourself seemed near impossible at this point. You got out of bed and walked the multiple blocks to the motel you knew Saeran was staying it. Of course you couldn’t just waltz in through the front door and have anyone see you. It was bad enough that you were visiting him at all, let alone be that direct about it. So instead you found yourself climbing up the wall and through the window.

When Saeran had broken into Rika’s apartment he’d made it look much easier than it turned out to be. You’d been staying at the fourteenth floor with rather intruder-proof windows and yet he’d managed to easily make his way inside like some sort of dark angel. Yet here you were, climbing through a fourth floor window, almost wheezing loud enough to wake Saeran that way. Admittedly, you should have brought more equipment, but the decision to come in the first place had been a rather rash one so you hadn’t been on top of your game.

Whatever the case, you were inside now and no one had seen you. So instead of wasting any more of the precious time you had together – come morning you would have to split up again – you made your way to the bed, climbing atop the others body and waking him up by gently caressing his face and brushing through his hair. Saeran was a light sleeper to begin with, but since you started the job he was even more wary than he’d been before. The drop of a pin could wake him and this situation was no different.

His eyes instantly shot up, hand harshly wrapping around your wrist and tugging you down. You found yourself on your back, pressed into the mattress by your lovers weight. Admittedly, that turned you on more than it should have. Then again you had come to his room with that particular situation in mind, so really he’d merely sped the entire process up. He was panting, staring at you with wide eyes before frowning in confusion as you grinned up at him mischievously. “I was a little lonely up in my room, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

Saeran huffed, letting go of your wrist and sitting up, brushing the strands of her from his eyes. “If someone saw you, you’re dead. We both are. Are you seriously horny enough to risk your life for this”, he asked, looking at you with an intense and calculating look. You let your eyes wander over his face, reaching out once more to cup it with one hand, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “I’m willing to risk my life for you.” Apparently that took Saeran by surprise, even after all this time, as his face fell and he quickly looked away from you, seemingly ashamed. 

You know where this behaviour is coming from, something that happened at times when things seemed to finally become undeniably serious between the two of you and Saeran feared of getting too attached and losing something beloved once more overwhelmed him. You sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree, Saeran”, you said, getting his attention.“So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there!” You move closer then, burying your face in the crock of his neck, kissing along the sensitive skin. “In here it’s beautiful.”

Saeran was never good with emotions, but he was damn fantastic when it came to sex. Maybe because he was capable of detaching those two things, delivering on one without messing up the other. He tugged on your hair, catching your mouth with his. He kiss was breathtaking and bruising, your lips spit slick and swollen once he broke it. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before tugging at just enough for it to sting without drawing blood. “Let’s make this beautiful, then”, he agreed, voice dipped dangerously low. Promisingly low.

When he spoke like this you knew you were in for a ride and it wouldn’t be the gentle kind. The way you two moved was quick and precise with no time to waste. You tugged his shirt over his head while he ripped open yours, leaving it in shreds on the floor. You’d have to worry about that tomorrow. The rest of your clothes joined the shirt in a haze, naked bodies colliding in a storm of desire and passion. Saeran slid into your awaiting heat with easy, your legs over his shoulders as he snapped his hips against yours, almost snapping you in half in the process.

You pulled him even closer, your bodies rubbing against one another with every harsh thrust. Your nipples were hard against his chest, breasts jolting. You clawed down his back, leaving marks that would stay for days as he left his mark within you. Subtle, but no less effective. You pulled him in for a kiss, both of you fighting for dominance until he let you in, let your tongue push past his to lick into his mouth with fervour. Both of you moaned into the kiss, the bed shaking under the two of you. You didn’t see the orgasm coming, hitting you by surprise with an intensity that almost made you black out.

“Oh no, princess. No sleeping for you”, he said, pulling out and leaving you empty and dripping with your own juices. You were about to beg – whether for mercy or more you weren’t sure – when he suddenly flipped you over, lifted your hips of the bed and thrust right back home. “You woke me for this, remember”, he hissed, pointing each word with a harsh jab. When your moans increased in volume he reached around to cover your mouth, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he fucked you from behind like some rabid dog.

You reached for the headboard for support, gripping it with both hands until your knuckles were about to rip the skin. You’d just come and yet you could feel another orgasm steadily building as he fucked inside you, one hand covering your mouth while the other rubbed at your sensitive clit. “I love taking you like this, like a little bitch”, he whispered into your ear, nibbling at it. He kept up the pace until you felt his cock twitch and jump within you. This time the two of you came together, his seed filling you up as the two of you trembled with ecstasy and collapsed onto the bed with exhausted and sated huffs.

anonymous asked:

I've got one! Prompto being concerned over a traveler the group picks up. He's seen them eat, but it's usually light (toast, rice, fruit, etc.). He assumes they have weight issues and asks them if they're alright, explaining (without saying anything directly about his concerns) that he knows how they feel. At first they're really confused; they're fine and have no idea what he's talking about. When he finally comes out with it, they thank him for his concern but explain that they're vegetarian.

I laughed out loud when I got this request, haha. Hope I did it justice!


Prompto was a naturally curious guy. He was intrigued by people especially, always trying to figure them out by their behaviours. It was the little things that he noticed, but didn’t always voice aloud.

So when he’d convinced the guys to pick you up on the side of the road, you’d immediately piqued his interest.

You were quiet. You kept to yourself, but were slowly opening up to the rest of the group. Prompto had spotted you on the side of the road, thumbs out, trying to hitch a ride. He’d convinced Ignis to stop, and before you knew it, you were squished in the back of the Regalia between a sleepy headed prince and his titan of a bodyguard.

“Hope you don’t mind camping,” Prompto said as Gladio pitched the tent. You shrugged, giving him a small smile.

“I don’t mind. I’m just happy that you guys let me come along and are letting me stay with you.”

“Of course we are!” Prompto exclaimed. “You were all alone on the side of the road! What if daemons got to you? Safety in numbers. Also, you can never make too many friends.”

You laughed at that. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Ignis was busy preparing dinner, and Prompto had noticed that you were watching him cook. When dinner was finally served, he noticed that your portion was significantly smaller—just a simple bowl of rice with a few carrots and an apple.

Prompto scooted over to Ignis. “Hey Specs,” he whispered. “I know it’s hard having a fifth person on the road, but you didn’t have to stiff them a meal.”

Ignis side-eyed Prompto disinterestedly. “They requested it,” he said simply. Prompto frowned and watched as you nibbled at your apple and chatted quietly with Noctis.

Over the next few days, Prompto kept noticing your strange eating patterns. He knew what it was like to diet and to force oneself to lose weight, and he felt uneasy with watching you starve yourself. So one day, he decided to talk to you about it.

“Hey,” he motioned for you to follow him, just outside of camp towards a small clustering of trees. You trailed behind, looking confused.

“What’s up, Prom?”

He shifted foot to foot, not knowing exactly how to word his concerns. Then he blurted, “I know what you’re doing.”

You titled your head. “Huh? What…am I doing?”

“You’re not eating,” he said, his voice getting a little high and his words rushed. “I know how hard it is to want to lose weight, I’ve been there myself, but starving yourself and depriving yourself of food, especially with how good Ignis cooks, I mean, I’m just worried about you because—”

“Woah, woah, calm down,” you stopped him, resting an arm on his shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

It was Prompto’s turn to look confused. “I don’t?”

You giggled. “No. I’m not trying to starve myself, I’m just a vegetarian.”

Prompto was immediately embarrassed, his face going bright red. “Ugh, I’m s-so sorry, it was wrong of me to presume—”

“Don’t be sorry,” you smiled, then pressed a kiss to his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth. “It’s cute.”

Then you turned and headed back towards camp, leaving a very flustered, red-faced Prompto in your wake.

3

preview of not a bad thing chapter twenty-two (coming soon)

“I-I have so many things to say to you,” I begin, my voice sounding a little shaky at first. I clear my throat again. “But I think I should start with something obvious.”

I stop so I could lift my head to look at Harry and gauge his reaction. His facial expression doesn’t give anything away, except for the one line between his brows. He looks confused – I wouldn’t blame him.

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LIW Review: Lovely Little Losers

Much as I love NMTD as my favorite adaptation of my favorite Shakespeare play, LBD for introducing me to the genre and the genre to the world, and so many other literary-inspired webseries for so many reasons, Lovely Little Losers will always be my favorite. 

The premise is simple: Benedick, Balthazar, and Pedro (now going by Peter) from Nothing Much To Do are going to university in Wellington and living in a flat together with the lovely and awkward Freddie Kingston. Freddie and Ben decide to impose some order on the flat with a set of absurd flat rules that everyone has to follow, including a curfew, vegetarianism (and vegan Fridays), Ben getting to film everything, imposed flat bonding in the form of challenges, and the worst rule of all, no romantic relationships, aka no shenanigans. 

The series is loosely based on Shakespeare’s Love’s Labour’s Lost, but in reality there are only about five episodes that have anything to do with the plot of the original play. Apart from those moments, the inspiration mostly just creates the premise and the names of certain characters.

Plot overview:

Freddie, Benedick, Peter, and Balthazar sign a bunch of ridiculous flat rules that at first seem like a good idea and quickly spiral out of control. Then Beatrice and Meg decide to road trip to Wellington, where, due to The Rules, they end of sleeping in a tent in the back garden along with Kit, another friend of the flat. It’s hard to say more about the actual plot without spoilers, since it’s barely revealed what’s been going on until almost the end (starting around “SARDINES” and going until “FEATHERS”), so I’ll move on to my other categories.

Format:

All actual episodes are posted on the Lovely Little Losers YouTube channel, with Ben as the main (unreliable) narrator, Meg as secondary (mostly reliable) narrator, and other characters (such as Beatrice and Peter) occasionally filming/uploading videos as well. Fifteen videos are devoted to “Balth in a Bath,” which was all filmed on the same day in February but is uploaded sporadically throughout the year. There are also between fourteen and seventeen song videos, depending on how you define “song” (more on that later). There are also a few extras on other YouTube channels that, while not technically part of the story, help illuminate things considerably (the channel I’m referring to here is Zoos Job, though there are also two videos on the Nothing Much To Do channel).

How to watch LoLiLo:

This is ordinarily not one of my categories, but in this case it is very necessary. You MUST read the video descriptions, and also check the comments section, to have ANY idea what’s really going on here, and even then most of it’s going to be subtext. You can watch the series either in the order it was intended to be watched in or in chronological order (which ruins a little of the mystery but averts a Zoos Job marathon later on. Links to both playlists are below). Keep in mind that Benedick is the narrator of nearly the whole thing, and that he is editing the content to fit his own agenda – the one @beatriceeagle calls “Project Birdy-Fingers.” This means that two-thirds of the love stories in LoLiLo are almost entirely hidden from the viewers and once again need to be read through subtext. 

Realism:

Off the charts dedicated. This series has a much more experimental style than NMTD – several episodes use more than one camera angle, nearly every episodes has multiple characters in it, and is frequently filmed over multiple days and edited into non-chronological order – but there is still always a reason for the camera to be there and always a reason, in-universe, for it to have been edited and uploaded the way it was. This dedication to realism made things that much more difficult for The Candle Wasters, but it also adds hugely to the value of the series.

Music:

As I mentioned above, many, many episodes of LLL are actually songs. The series has been referred to by many people as a “secret musical” because of this. 11 songs are almost entirely character development. “A Merry Note” was written by Shakespeare and was mostly The Candle Wasters being clever and making us think our ship had sailed. “Heaven in Her Lips” is a cute love song. “Stay” is secretly plot, though the lyrics also assist in understanding “one foot on sea one on shore one in the boiling hot lava,” which is the real first episode of LoLiLo. Then we get to the question of whether certain other videos are songs. “Berry Nice,” while a Balth in a Bath episode, is clearly a song. But what about “Beatrice and Ballads,” which is essentially the reprise of “Beatrice, You’re Vivacious”? What about “A Sonnet,” which, although not a song, is the inverse of “An Ode” and should therefore be included for the sake of symmetry? Of course, the numbers don’t matter, because the songs are amazing. The songs themselves were mainly written by Reuben Hudson, Elsie Bollinger, and Maude Morris, with some help from other writers, and are performed mostly by Reuben Hudson and Mouce Young, with help from most of the rest of the cast.

Representation/diversity:

Very strong. Several characters are not white at all (Kit and Jaquie), and race just generally is a non-issue. LGBT representation is also great, especially for a pre-2016 webseries: Peter is now openly bisexual, Balthazar actually uses the word “gay” to describe himself, Paige and Chelsey are a lesbian couple who have basically the only functional relationship in the whole series, and the sexuality of several other characters (Kit, Freddie, Costa, Vegan Fred), is never defined, though I headcanon them all as bi. Though there are no disabled characters, there are extensive explorations of mental health issues, though as usual for The Candle Wasters, this is largely in subtext. Also, people actually talk about money in this and have realistic issues with money, which is a nice change from every other webseries I’ve seen.

Film quality:

Fantabulous, especially since The Candle Wasters had an actual budget for this series.  As mentioned before, there are even episodes shot with multiple cameras THAT ACTUALLY WORK. Yay for realism and quality combined is all I can say.

My three favorite things about Lovely Little Losers:

1) My two favorite episodes, “RUSSIANFUDGE” and “ACCOSTED”

2) Balth in a Bath, because Balth in a Bath is perfect and innocent and lovely and actually includes a lot of exposition and character/relationship development that doesn’t exist anywhere else.

3) The fact that I keep getting more out of it on every rewatch – and I have now seen this thing in full ten times, though it’s been more like twenty for some episodes (”TEA,” “RUSSIANFUDGE”), and I have no idea how many times I’ve watched/listened to some of the songs.

Difficult things about Lovely Little Losers:

On first viewing it can be almost impossible to understand what’s going on almost all the time, and it can be easy to skip things because the series seems largely plotless. Do not give up hope! There is indeed a plot, but you have to hunt for it. If you finish the series and still feel confused or dissatisfied, I recommend a rewatch and @beatriceeagle and @marydebenham ‘s LLL rewatch metas, which have been invaluable for many the confused/dissatisfied viewer. It can also be frustrating that certain things (like apologies) are never said on camera, but we can blame realism for that. 

All I can say is, despite its surface flaws, LoLiLo is not only my favorite webseries but also only of my favorite pieces of literature of all time. There’s so much here, in character, in content, and in theme, and I could talk about it for ages more than I already have. Although on first viewing I had no idea what to make of it, I now give LLL a solid and glowing 5/5 stars.

Cast:

Benedick Hobbes – Jake McGregor @jakeasaurus–rex

Peter Donaldson – Caleb Wells @letslipthedogsofwar 

Freddie Kingston – Bonnie Simmonds @bonniesimmonds

Balthazar Jones – Reuben Hudson @reubenhudson

Meg Winter – Jessica Stansfield

Beatrice Duke – Harriett Maire @harriettstella

Kitso Harper – Phodiso Dintwe

Paige Moth – Mouce Young

Chelsey Long – Bronwyn Ensor

Rosa Jones – Ella McLeod

Hero Duke – Pearl Kennedy

Jaquie Manders – Kalisha Wasasala

Costa McClure – Robbie Nicol (Aka White Man Behind a Desk, now part of The Candle Wasters)

John Donaldson – Geroge Maunsell

Vegan Fred Boyet – Daniel McBride (aka Sheep, Dog & Wolf)

Dogberry – David Hannah

Claudio – Matthew J. Smith

Leo Duke – Alex McDonald

Ursula – Tina Pan

Zeb – Jim Mitford-Taylor

Kelsi Forrester – Calum Gittins

Julia – Mirabai Pease

Violet – Hannah Mitford-Taylor

Maria – Hannah Geddis

Created by The Candle Wasters @thecandlewasters

More complete social media links for the cast and crew are available from people who aren’t me :) 

Running time:

Approximately ten hours. 

Time frame:

December 24, 2014-December 25, 2015

Watch it in the original order here:

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZ4M4eic7acR3w0c4lLxWE8SnpT2WzoCJ

Or in chronological (Zoos Job) order here:

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZ4M4eic7acRAEqZtFwMqTz_lvB5YxKs4

Or in upload order as a slideshow here:

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1tvK1vOQNA9ClJi8K061c_sxiY4pwHfxbUvj8yPd_yuE/pub?start=false&loop=false&delayms=3000&slide=id.p

anonymous asked:

My English teacher left me very confused when learning about Romeo and Juliet. He said that it wasn't a love story because they didn't love each other; Juliet just basically used Romeo, but I don't know what to think. Can you please explain to me if it's a love story, tragedy, or both?

Did your teacher say that Juliet used Romeo? How rude.

The first thing we have to remember is that the feud is the exponent of an unhealthy ideology that promotes violence, hatred, prejudice, and brutal misogyny. Don’t ever forget the world they lived in. Romeo and Juliet are not normal teenagers living in a normal world and making stupid decisions. They are children whose mental health ends up destroyed by the ideals of their families. I just won’t stand anyone who refers to them as ‘dumb’ because it’s a very insulting way of dismissing the destructiveness of social oppression and abuse. It’s so evident that their families caused their deaths that at the end of the play nobody has the guts to blame them for their own deaths and dismiss their emotions as shallow or dishonest. What they have done is too monstrous for them to deny. When both patriarchs find the young lovers dead together in the crypt they see the wrong in their actions and take responsibility for it. They know they killed their children. It was not teenage folly that ruined Romeo and Juliet. It was a sick society that glorified violence and prejudice.

Perhaps your male teacher is annoyed by the fact that Juliet hardly fits in the role of a sixteenth-century obedient wife who goes along with whatever her husband has to say. On the contrary, Juliet has a voice of her own. It is evident from the first conversation between the lovers that she has a very particular, specific way of thinking, and which doesn’t necessarily match that of Romeo. For instance, she gently mocks his stereotyped courtship when she says “you kiss by the book.” I would say she is a far better poet than him—he actually learns from her. Think about the way she corrects him when he tries to swear his love by the moon. She literally rationalizes everything. Romeo needs to get on her level. Later on, he will ask her to “sweeten with thy breath / This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue / Unfold the imagined happiness that both / Receive in either by this dear encounter,” to which Juliet answers that “conceit, more rich in matter than in words, / Brags of his substance, not of ornament”. You see, she doesn’t always agree with him, and she presents her own points of view resolutely. She is the one to give lessons.

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FEMALE SPACE MARINES

UH OH! LOOK OUT! HOT BUTTON ISSUE INCOMING!RUN FOR THE FUCKING HILLS! HE’S UNLOADING A FUCKING FIRE STORM…

Nah I’m really not. But I am rather confused and curious after seeing a shared post on my tumblr today (Oh tumblr, you bring out the armchair social revolutionary in all of us).

FEMALE SPACE MARINES. Or as I tend to call our friends in Power Armor “Speeeeezzzs Merrrrines.” Lately I have been hearing oh so much debate about the topic of the lack of female astartes in the FICTIONAL WORLD of 40k. Oh so many people seem to be butt hurt about this.

And honestly it confuses me. 

Now I’m going to go super hyper creative artist on you here and say this. First off I love it when people create their own damn shit in a fictional universe like 40k. If its minis or art, stories or just thought ideas, I prefer original over by the numbers (Notice how so much of my 40k art doesn’t have a lot of space marines face fisting orks?).  So fuck yes! I love it when people draw or model female space marines. Hell I loved it when a friend’s GF painted orks with hot pink skin and black leather armor! (take it from me, Orks actually look really fucking cool in pink skin!) 

That being said, this doesn’t seem to be enough…..for other people I mean. Yes, the cries to have G-Dub make female SMs a reality is something I constantly seem to be coming across. And, as per usual it comes in two groups. First, the people who want it cause they already make it, and like to see shit made official (Oh if only it where so easy!) and the second and more loud and prominent group, the “This is in the name of diversity and equal representation!” crowd.

Well? Can some one explain all that to me? I mean…whose not getting represented here? How are the ladies in the grimdark not being represented? 

First off they comprise 2 armies in the world of 40k and 1 in the world of Necromunda,(Sisters of battle/silence, and house Escher) that are GIRLS CLUB ONLY! Like…seriously, men can’t join. By the lore!

And then moving on to multi gender armies we see Eldar, Dark Eldar, Tau, Inquisition and Guard all having the ladies in Uniform (or armor) in their ranks.

So…yeah, Space Marines are by fluff men only (The Emperor tried with both genders and couldn’t get it to work) yadda yadda yadda. Its still a fictional game by the way, not a political spectrum.

So…2 40k armies vs 1 plus 5 multi gender ones in the “FICTIONAL WORLD GENDER WAR” and we are saying there isn’t equal representation.


TELL ME WHY? Seriously tell me, I want to know. Why? What am I missing?