i know its not very good but nothing in life is good so we gotta start you off early

I Think We Made a Big Mistake

Lemme just start off by saying 2010 was a great year in animated shows. Unreal great. Like, seriously.








To put this in perspective, about 2007-2009 wasn’t a stellar time for animated shows. The best one by far was Phineas and Ferb, and maybe … El Tigre (which had so much personality and life, but I haven’t seen since it aired so I can’t tell you how it holds up), but there wasn’t a lot of new stuff that lived up to the top contender.

Also important to remember is that in 2009, Cartoon Network briefly went insane and wanted to transition to more live-action shows or live-action/animation mixed like Out of Jimmy’s Head. None of these really held my attention, and it took airtime from the cartoons that could’ve come out.

We also could point out that Nickolodeon was well on its way to airing basically only Spongebob and Fairly Odd Parents forever amen (as much as I love those shows).

Disney Channel hosted P&F, but other than that, pickings were getting slim.

So, realizing that, you’ve gotta understand how remarkable it is that we were getting so many good shows all at once again! It was unreal!

But it didn’t stop there, not even for a year.

2011 gave us families.

2012 gave us blends of story and comedy.

2013 gave us stellar characters in interstellar adventures (also the Mickey Mouse shorts, but that might not count).

2014 gave us surprises.

2015 gave us heart.

And this year? A return to form. What with the Loud House finally breaking Nickelodeon’s streak of poor nicktoons, Voltron keeping the action cartoon alive from the Avatar team we love, and the upcoming Milo Murphy’s Law from the creators of Phineas and Ferb.

There’s also shows like Mighty Magiswords and Long Live the Royals on the way that could just as easily make this list.

So the question remains. What the hell happened in 2010?

Well, I don’t know what caused all this, but I’ll tell you what happened.

Sym-Bionic Titan happened on Cartoon Network’s Toonami. And nobody told me.

When I stumbled on it way after the fact, I thought I remembered seeing something like that advertised when I was a kid. You know, early 2000s action show. I figured it got lost in the Beyblades, Ben 10s, and Yu-gi-Oh ripoffs, and I could at least make peace with that.

But then I find out this aired just a few years ago and I’m shit-pissed. aND MY OWN BEST FRIEND APPARENTLY WATCHED IT AND NEVER?? TOLD?? ME??

how dare you I instantly forgive you.

What I’m getting at is this is a high quality show. Really high quality.

The basic premise is summed up best here:

The three main characters include Ilana, princess of the royal family; Lance, a rebellious but capable soldier; and Octus, a bio-cybernetic robot, all of whom must now blend into everyday life in Sherman, Illinois. Posing as high school students, Lance and Octus work to conceal Princess Ilana from General Modula and his hideous space mutants sent to kill the sole heir of Galaluna.

When called into battle, the Galalunans are outfitted with individual armor that provides more than ample protection. It is when the gravest of danger appears that Octus activates the sym-bionic defense program and he, Ilana, and Lance unite “Heart, Body and Mind” and come together to form the spectacular cyber-giant Sym-Bionic Titan.

If that sounds great, it absolutely is. The characters are well-devloped, the story is front and center, there’s continuity between episodes– everything we’ve come to love in some of our modern favourites. So, my point is … why the hell was this left out of the cartoon revolution?

Well … honestly, I can’t figure it out. Advertising? Not enough cross-promotion in the daytime? Weak word of mouth? It’s certainly nothing the show did wrong.

Why Watch It?


I’m not gonna spoil much more than the summary, but despite the fact that it takes place on Earth for the most part and focuses on week to week stories, the overall story is very much in the forefront at all times– and you know how rare that is even for shows that do story well.


I’ll let you discover them for yourself, it’s too much of a treat, but I’ll just say, you might fall in love. Again.

Oh, and Voltron fans?

We found their son.

Reason 3: This Guy

So, even if you’re too young for some of these, you might’ve heard something called Samuri Jack is getting a fifth season after 10 years … and it’s going to be on Adult Swim.

Yeah, it’s gonna be badass.

The important part to all this is that this dude does awesome design, awesome shows, and if you have respect for any of these properties, you know you’re in for a good time.

Which leads me to

Reason 4: The Animationjfsfksnfksafafsj

Between the lighting and the angular designs, I just don’t know what to do with myself. Is bootiful.

Watch the first few minutes there. You see what I mean, right?

Reason 5: It Deserved Better

We’ve championed so many great shows in the past few years, but for whatever reason, we missed one. A great one at that. If you have any love for the shows I listed, I highly recommend you give it a chance. Who knows? You might just find another favourite.

Jimin Is Away; Summer, Chapter Five

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading from your life. But when you find someone to fill the void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1271

Previous Chapter

Originally posted by junghoseok

Y/N threw her hood over her head as she walked up the steps to the very top row of the lecture hall. Her eyes were droopy with dark circles underneath them; the cup of coffee in her hand was warm as she took a sip during her climb.

It’s your last English lecture of the year Y/N, bear through it, she told herself as she sat in her usual seat; top row all the way to the left against the wall (so that she could lean against it if she wanted to sleep). She had to wake up Jimin for his psych class, and damn had he put up a fight. First, she had to wrestle out of his hold so that she could shower; it took many pokes, prods, smacks and tickles to get him to let go. Then she had to wake him up so that he wouldn’t be late which resulted in her missing breakfast; adding fuel to the fire of her cranky early morning attitude.

She plopped into her seat and took off her hood, letting her loose pony tail fall out over her shoulder as she pulled out her laptop to “type notes” (which meant that she’d be browsing IFunny for the next two and a half hours). The first half hour of class was filled with cat memes and crazy videos of children until her phone vibrated in her pocket. The closest person to her was five rows down and even she could tell from that distance that they were clearly asleep. She fished her phone out of her pocket and her eyes lit up upon seeing Hoseok’s name.

Hey beautiful, I’m not sure if you’re up this early, but if you are pleeeaaasssee text me? I’m sooooooo bored in this lecture rn

Y/N chuckled and quickly typed out a reply.

Hey Hoseok-ssi! Yeah, I feel your pain, I’m in a lecture too rn

His next message appeared almost instantly.

What did I tell you about those honorifics? You make me feel like an old grandpa
Whose lecture are you dying to?

Y/N yawned, placing her hand over her mouth before typing another reply.

Mr. B’s Comp 2

Hoseok read the message once, twice, before looking around in his general vicinity to see if anyone was paying attention to him. He noticed that the professor wasn’t paying attention to his side of the room, so he quickly grabbed his bag and slinked up the stairs, typing on his phone.

Where are you sitting?

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion before carefully typing her reply.

Top left row, all the way against the wall? Why…?

Y/N saw that Hoseok had read her message but didn’t reply. Her eyes started to feel heavy as she stared down at the professor rambling on. She was about to turn back to her laptop when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Is this seat taken?” Hoseok smirked, taking the seat next to her. He wore a white V-neck shirt with a faded jean jacket thrown over it, and his ripped jeans hugged his thighs beautifully. His hair was parted slightly to the left, exposing a bit of his forehead and his golden kissed skin. Compared to her own worn out hoodie and old gray sweatpants he looked like a god next to her.

“We’ve had this class the entire time?!” Y/N exclaimed quietly with a smile on her face.

“I don’t know how I didn’t notice you before.” Hoseok leaned back in the seat, turning his head to face her directly.

“Probably because I hide up here like a little hermit.” Y/N mumbled, taking another swig of coffee.

“Cutest hermit I’ve ever seen.” He easily flirted, making a pink tint rise on her cheeks. Hoseok chuckled and ran a finger over her blush.

“You look so pretty when you blush, Y/N.” his voice turned low, and Y/N’s heartbeat picked up speed.

“Please, I’m hideous this early in the morning.” Hoseok turned her face towards his own leaning in close to her.

“Don’t degrade yourself like that Y/N, you look so comfy and cute to me.” His voice melted her like butter and all she could do was blush and nod in understanding. Hoseok smirked and bopped her nose.

“Good. Got any plans for the beginning of summer? We only have a week left.” He asked. Y/N hummed in thought.

“Probably nothing much. What about you?”

“My friends and I are going to Warped Tour the first weekend on Saturday.” His voice sounded excited and Y/N chuckled.

“You gonna mosh?” Y/N asked playfully. Hoseok stuck his tongue out at her.

“Hell, yes, I love punk rock shows! They just make me feel so alive! Although, you can’t dance to the music very well, sadly. What’s your favorite type of music, Y/N?”

“I’m not sure, there’s just so many good songs from different genres it’s so hard to choose. You dance, Hoseok-ssi?” Hoseok pinched her cheeks together, making him laugh at her expression.

“Don’t make me feel old. Its Hoseok, Y/N.” he smiled, letting go of her. She nodded and rubbed her sore cheeks.

“But yes, I do dance. Not at school professionally, but at a dance studio downtown. I do it for fun and it’s such a good stress reliever. You should come by sometime; I could give you some lessons?” he offered with a suggestive tone in his voice. Y/N chuckled.

“I’m not too good at dancing though. I just look like a blur of flailing limbs.” Y/N said sheepishly. Hoseok laughed and placed his hand on top of hers. Y/N smiled softly when Hoseok interlaced their fingers together, squeezing her hand gently.

“Anyone can dance with a bit of practice. You just gotta know how to use your arms and legs together.” His voice dropped an octave, his hand removing from hers to rest it on her knee.

“So, are you doing anything Friday night?” Hoseok asked, sending her a seductive smile.

“Umm…my best friend Jimin planned something for us to do Friday afternoon; we’ve had this planned for two weeks now. But I should be free by night. I think we’re supposed to go to some dance festival in the streetlight district? He dances too, here at school.” She said. Hoseok bit his lip.

“Was that the guy at the library?” he asked.

“Oh no, no, no. That’s Namjoon. Poor boy can’t dance to save his life.” Y/N smiled and Hoseok chuckled, biting the inside of his cheek

“Do you want to hang out? Maybe we can watch a movie?” Hoseok asked, cocking his head to the side in a cute manner.

“Like, hang out just us?” Y/N asked. Hoseok smiled gently and cupped her cheek, tilting her head up towards his.

“Yeah just us. Whatever you want to do.” Hoseok’s breath fanned over her face, the warmth and smell of chocolate and caramel made her knees turn to jelly and her lips part in bliss.

“I’m cool with just us, just text me on Friday.” Y/N breathed out. Hoseok chuckled, leaning in closer to her lips. Y/N closed her eyes, awaiting the feel of his lips on hers but it never came. Instead, she felt a warm kiss pressed to her cheek. She sighed and melted in his hold at the tenderness. Hoseok’s kiss covered the spot Jimin had kissed the night before; although instead of tears, there were sparks as Hoseok leaned back coolly with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips

“Sounds good to me, baby. I’ll be counting down the days until I get to see your gorgeous face again.”

Welcome home

Pairing: Hamilsquad x reader


TW: mentions of violence

Words count: 1680


It was the day after your little party with the boys, all of them having helped you pack, in addition to packing their own bags. Alex and Lafayette let their foster parents know they had plans for Thanksgiving, and that they would make it up at Christmas. They promised. Despite the fact that Martha sounded like she might have a heart attack.

However, Hercules was insistent that he needed to at least see his mom on the way. No fight was put up, of course, but Herc’s mom, while very kind, was a very small and scary woman. Herc once told you how someone had tried to break into their house when he was a kid, and his mother, a small, five foot two woman with greying hair, waited by the door with a pillowcase and his metal baseball bat. When the door she was hiding behind opened, she slammed the pillowcase over the robber’s head, then proceeded to slam him with the bat until he ran.

He’d tried to sue her, but the case was thrown out almost immediately, because not only was she on her own property, but her eleven year old son was in the room with her, so what she was doing was classified as self defense. He was jailed for admitting to breaking and entering, and people learned not to piss off his mom.

So, needless to say, when the van rolled up to the little farm house she now called home, everyone was just a tad on edge. Hercules hadn’t said anything about dating anyone to his mother, let alone that he was poly, and dating four other people.

He stepped from the car, and she opened the door with a smile, waving to you all in that special mom way. You save waved back, as the group made its way to the front door. She pulled her, very tall, soon, into a thought hug, and grinned.

“There you all are!! I was getting worried.” she laughed a bit. Herc gave a nervous smile. “So, what’s this about not being able to make Thanksgiving dinner?” she pulled back to give you all a skeptical look.

“Uh, well, we’re all going to (Y/N)’s for Thanksgiving, since her parents live the farthest away, and things had been rough lately.” he explained, rubbing his hands together a bit nervously. She raised an eyebrow, and he lightly brought you forward. Her scrutiny suddenly fell on you.

Just when you thought you might break down, with How she‘s looking you over, she smiled, and turned to her son. “You did a good job finding them, dear.” She chuckled softly, elbowing her son as she looked back to you. You flushed hard, and glanced away. You saw Herc fidget, and John give him a small nod of encouragement. He came to stand beside the tallest of your group, and take his hand.

“Uh…Mom? One…one reason we stopped by is uh…is because…” He took a  deep breath, his mom looked confused, but not upset…that was good, at least. “I need to tell you that…I’m poly.”

“Okay…can you explain what that means?” Again, she didn’t look upset, just…confused.

“Well…it means… I love more than one person. So… I’m dating all of them, really…and they all love each other.” Her eyes got wide.

“Wait, that’s a real thing?! Oh, Hercy Jerky, if I had known that was a possibility at your age, I would have taken up two other people I knew in a heartbeat!” She laughed a bit, and the tension drained from the group. It also seemed you knew where Hercules got his knack for nicknames from, now.

Hercules let out a relieved sigh, pulling his mother into a tight hug, as she patted his arm. “Alright, finish introducing me to your dates!” She grinned, looking at them all. It didn’t matter how old she was, that twinkle in her eye made her look like a mischievous teenager.


Two hours later, you were getting back on the road. Herc’s mom had insisted that you have lunch with her, instead of at some greasy fast food place, and made enough to feed an army. And she also sent you away with homemade lollipops, after explaining that the molds were heirlooms that Hercules’ great-grandfather, who was a blacksmith, made for their family before he passed away when Herc was around five. The lollipops were sweet, of course. That sort of…homemade sweet that other candies never could touch.

Yours was shaped like a lamb.

She’d given each of you a hug, and told you to watch after her little Hercules, and watched on the porch, waving until you guys were, again, out of sight in the Pennsylvania countryside. All of you, in a much better, more content mood, decided that it was time for music. You felt like singing anyhow.

John volunteered first, turning on his phone, and within the first few notes, everyone was already singing along.


“ARE THE  CRYSTAL GEMS! WE’LL ALWAYS SAVE THE DAY!” It was hard to sing around the lollipop in your mouth, but you made do, taking Pearl’s high notes with Laf, while John took Amethyst, Herc took Garnet, and Alex finished up with Steven.

You sang anything that came to mind. Disney, Broadway, Steven Universe, Mystery Skulls. You rotated around, so that nothing ever got stale.

“It’s over, isn’t it?” Laf chorused,

“Isn’t it?”

“Isn’t it over?”

“It’s over isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it over?” Alex, John and Laf took each of the different parts, and by the end of it, you felt tears in your eyes. Fuck, that was unfair…triple threats were off limits!!

“You won,”

“And she chose you,”

“And she loved you…”

“And she’s gone!” Dammit they sounded good together…

You sang I Love You Too Much from the Book of Life. Herc sang Mean Green Mother from Little shop of Horrors. John rebutted with a ‘What the Heck I gotta do to be with you’, and Laf followed up with ‘Do you hear the people sing,’ Which all of you were more than happy to lend your voices to for the chorus.

Alex thought for a moment, not knowing what he wanted until his eyes got wide. He had an idea.

“Will you sing this with me?” He was careful to show Laf, and only Laf, the phone from his place in the front seat, while John was driving. Laf grinned, and nodded as the song started, and he and Alex sang ‘You do it for him’, with Lafayette filling in as Connie. You sang the Teen Titans theme song, Shut Up and Dance with me, Love Runs Out, and the Cell Block Tango, among god knows how many other songs.

Your boys seemed to have a good time, that much was for sure. You also learned that John can do the perfect Sebastian voice when he sang kiss the girl. But, one by one, they started drifting off, as the rocking of the car started lulling them to sleep. It was a long way to your house…maybe a nap of your own wouldn’t hurt. You smiled at John in the rearview mirror, before cuddling up to Lafayette where he’d closed his eyes resting against the window. He only smiled, and accepted you under his arm.

In a few minutes, the car fell silent, leaving John driving in silence, while the sun set outside.


When you woke up again, it was dark, but it always got dark early around this time of year. The light from the GPS was the only thing illuminating the car, but you perked up as you heard John singing softly from the driver’s seat. You couldn’t make out too many words, but the tune was more than familiar.

“I always thought, I might be bad, now I’m sure that it’s true…” his fingers combed through Alex’s hair affectionately, where his head was resting on the small median between their seats. “Because you’re so good, and I’m nothing like you…”

You glanced up to Lafayette, finding him still feigning sleep, with his head against the window, but an eye cracked open, stop that he could watch the scene in front of him with a smile. John was loud and confident. By no means was that a bad thing, but that meant that shine of these quieter moments could be rare at times.

You looked up when you realized you were coming into the town where you lived. An excited Buzz ran through you at the realization. You suddenly felt like you had too much energy, like you needed to get out of the car now. Apparently your fidgeting made John aware that you were awake, and he grinned at you in the rear view mirror.

“Morning, baby. We’re about five minutes away. Or at least, that’s what the GPS says.” he chuckled. You gave an eager nod, holding Laf’s hand with a murmur of excitement.

You were almost home!!


Ten minutes from then, you all were unpacking the car, your duffel bag slung over your shoulder.

You were almost dancing with glee, waiting at the door while the others were close behind. When all of you were finally ready, you rang the doorbell. It opened to reveal your father, and you cheered, pulling him into a tight hug.

The rest of the night was a blur

You introduced them to your parents, your mother seeming to have a fondness for Alex. Your father and Lafayette hit it off pretty well.

Your mother made your favorites for dinner that night, you stayed up with everyone, catching up and introducing your boyfriends.

None of you turned in until long after midnight.

And now you found yourself, cuddled to Alex in your bed, with John, Herc, and Laf in the guest bedroom. His breath was warm against  the back of your neck, and his grip around your middle was a comforting anchor, once that kept you nice and calm, until finally, you drifted off to sleep.


So sorry this is late you guys!! The last few days have been hectic. I’ve been running around like crazy and I’m posting the at work.

Love, Rosie

All In My Head: Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Plot: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

A/N: hey hehe I made a totally unprofessional mistake and placed the setting in summer, but this actually takes place in the fall! I will edit old parts, sorry for the confusion!

Originally posted by suga-com

It was the big night. With all your missed notes and overdue assignments out of the way, you got ready with a carefree heart.

Since you lived in the neighborhood, he asked you to choose the place, and you got it all figured out. A small little taco shack in East Village with a casual atmosphere but great food, this place was a perfect spot for him to buy you dinner, without you having to feel bad about the price. As you were pulling on a cami and slipping on an oversized flannel shirt, he knocked at the door.


After opening the door, you saw Jungkook standing in black slacks and a well fitted dress shirt, with a strategically unbuttoned collar. His hair was sculpted up, in contrast to his usual and casual soft bangs, which almost prohibited him from reaching for his hair when he got nervous.

And after taking in his presence, you let out a laugh. And almost immediately, Jungkook’s bright demeanor dropped to a sulk. “No! Sorry- no, you look great! You look so good actually,” you let slip out of your mouth, “But I thought we would go to a little taco shack in East Village, and you’re just a little dressed up for the occasion.”

“Oh god, I’m stupid,” Jungkook half-heartedly laughed, tugging at the ends of his shirt, trying, somehow, seem more casual. Tugging loosely at his wrist, you let him in as you found some socks for your sneakers.

“They have these amazing chorizo tacos,” you started as you tied your shoelaces, “You’ve gotta-” But as you looked up at his face, you saw the dullness of his eyes, the sight of him beating himself up for making a stupid mistake like this. You hesitated, but followed your gut, “Can you wait outside?”

“Yeah sure,” he instinctively says, a little taken back, “Is something wrong?”

“If you’re gonna bring it, I gotta bring it, too. Just let me find something so, at least, we’ll look out of place together.”

Jungkook was nothing short of confused, but he left the room when you pushed him into the hallway and closed your door. Slightly excited to dress up, you quickly stripped out of your leggings and flannel, tripping on yourself in the process, and dug out your secret weapon- this baby never disappointed.

All dressed up, makeup slightly intensified, half of your hair pinned up and out of your face, you opened your door to find your date on the phone.

He stood at the end of the hallway, leaning his weight on one foot, staring at a fire hydrant that sat in the corner. In his fitted dress shirt, you admired his figure as everyday movements made the muscles in his back manipulate the fabric of his shirt, tightening and contracting.

To be honest, it kind of bummed you out. The big reveal was the wow factor- you really wanted to see his jaw drop when he first laid eyes on you. Thinking about his reaction, a little chuckle left your lips, catching his attention.

“Oh hey, I didn’t know you were done. I’ll be back-,” and that’s when his jaw dropped and his face had that look you loved so much. With his round doe eyes, he stared at the dark blue dress with the crochet detailing that only accentuated your curves, but cut right underneath your collar bone in a sexy but classy way. He looked at the way you cleaned up, the way you hid the slight remains of your black eye with the help of your concealer.

“You know,” he said, walking closer to you with slow, precise steps, “you actually looked really badass with your black eye.” Almost as if he was possessed, he turned off his phone, hanging up his conversation, his eyes focused on the way you smiled as you reached for your eye, suddenly self conscious under his gaze, worried if any of the blue undertones got past the layer of concealer.

Jokingly, you turned the knob of door, “Should I go erase it?”

“Come on,” he whined, taking your hand off the door handle and into his own. “Its getting late and I’m starving.”

“What do you think we look like right now?”

“Mmm,” you thought out loud, swallowing the second bite of your fish taco, “Young clubbers who finished early to satisfy a deep urge for Mexican food.” Jungkook tried his best to laugh without opening his mouth and exposing his chewed food. “Or two homeless people who were given the clothes of a recently deceased rich couple and 12 bucks for a couple of tacos.”

“How about two people who heard about this great Mexican restaurant. but didn’t know it was next to a vape shop,” he said, trying to defend himself. Not able to stop yourself, you let out your soundless chuckle, covering your mouth. “But hey, its so good! I need to come back before I leave.”

“When,” you asked, smile slightly diminishing, “When do you leave?”

“I still have a couple more weeks till we start on our com- I mean our new project.”

“What do you do?” you ask, guilt poking the back of your throat. You knew exactly what he did, but you had already come too far to reveal yourself as this crazy fan. 

“I, uhh, work in music. You?” he said, trying to hide his bluff.

“Well, after school I want to do research. It’s like a lifetime of studying.”

He laughed and proceeded to call you a nerd, but as you half-heartedly listened to his rant about hating science and school, you couldn’t help but let reason trump over everything in your mind.

Nothing about you and Jungkook made sense. He lived thousands of miles away, and was only going to be around for maybe a month. He was a part of a very public group, and you didn’t want any form of attention on you. He was a somebody, and you enjoyed your life as a nobody.

But the clincher was the fact that he didn’t trust you. He didn’t want to reveal his secret, when he had the perfect chance to, which meant he didnt expect this to go far either. He was looking for some fun.

“I spent all my time in middle school playing video games,” he said, chuckling while talking, smiling throughout his sentences. And just like that, all reason melted away, and you smiled back at his little anecdote. Maybe this could be good for me. Just some fun. Nothing more.

The walk home was just as fun as the dinner. Oddly, even though both of you were introverts, it was easy talking to him. Seeing each others’ insecurities and little hiccups helped lighten the mood and made breaking each others’ shells that much easier. Nothing was intimidating- just familiar and comfortable. It felt as if you knew him for years, as if he knew you more than yourself.

Surfing across topics of embarrassing childhood stories, music, your test the following Tuesday, who was the bigger prankster amongst their respective friends, in a blink of an eye, you were home.

“This is my stop,” you smiled with a slight chuckle. 

He instinctively reached for his bangs, only to feel the tacky mouse of his sculpted hair, “This was fun. Like it was really nice.” At this point he was directly in front of you, the same way he stood at the foot of your door when he came to pick you up. 

Your brain was telling you to turn around, walk up the steps, swipe your ID and enter the dorm. But you just stood in front of him, under the spell of his gaze. He approached you, so slowly, but his presence became more eminent, and soon his lips were a mere centimeter from yours, when you backed away.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, it was okay, I just,” you tried to think through your actions, “I feel like you’re still a stranger.” Tangling your fingers even more into your cardigan, you looked at him again, “Tell me 5 facts about yourself and then you can kiss me.”

The only reaction he gave was a laugh. Jungkook was just utterly amazed by the things you said, the way you thought. Biting his lip, he thought of his five, “Okay well, I’m 20, I sing, I love meat, I collect perfumes, and I have a secret.”

“A secret?”

“Yeah, a secret,” he admitted with a step away from you, “I don’t know if I can tell you, or if I should tell you, but I think you deserve to know that I have a secret and that it’s not weird, it’s not scary, but for the sake of those I care about, the least I can do I keep this one secret.”

You smile and snake your arms around his neck, “That fine. I understand.” Hands slinging up his neck, your fingers feeling his soft hair, you looked into his eyes and courageously approached his lips. Soon, you made contact with a quick and chaste kiss. But, the proceeding one intensified in passion as he pulled you in with his hands on your waist and leaded the kiss. It all came to an abrupt stop when you pulled away for air and stood in awe at his constant stare, at the way he looked at you.

“Can I see you again?” He was smiling, but that didn’t mask the hidden genuine curiosity in his voice, the desperation for you to say yes. “Maybe I can help you study, make sure you eat, walk you to class.”

“Yeah. Yeah you can.”

Once inside, you let yourself go.

Smiling, making alien-like faces, silently screaming to yourself, you couldn’t even make it to your room, simply sliding down the door and sitting on the floor.

As you finally found the energy to get up there was a knock at the door.

“Hey,” Jungkook said, once again, just as abashed as he was at the beginning of your date, “I have no idea where I am right now- all these buildings look exactly the same.”

With an exaggerated eye roll and a hidden smirk, you walked back outside and pulled him by his wrist. “Come on, let me walk you home.”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

So… this wasn’t one of the ficlet prompts, but I just felt the need to finish up the “Sally-Ann goes up the mountain” story line that I had written about before. Fair warning: this is slightly NSFW, but just slightly – suggestive, but nothing more… :)

The barest hint of light was curling through the interior of the cabin, peeking past the gaps between the wooden walls, visible through the open spaces that gave view to the shadowy wilderness beyond. Birds faintly chirped, calling out to each other in a greeting song, as the world began to come awake.

Sally-Ann blinked her eyes open, trying to remember where she was, and then she felt the warm and solid form underneath her, her gaze slowly turning towards the familiar face of the man who had brought her here. He was still asleep, his features made more boyish in the half-light, his hair in rough disarray across the top of the mattress. She watched him for a little while, enjoying the luxury of being able to look at him unobserved. For once, he was still, a shift from his normal state of expressive animation. His eyelashes were so long, fanning downwards to his cheeks, and even as he slept she could see the shallow diagonal indentations that cut so broadly when he smiled. She lingered far too long on his mouth, on the tiny lines arrayed in parallel down the roundness of his lips. There was a tiny spot near his chin that he had missed while shaving, and she was barely able to restrain herself from shifting against him so she could reach up and touch it. 

His skin was so warm against hers as she lay half-way against him, her head tucked into that hollow where his shoulder met his chest. For a moment she wondered what it would be like in winter, with the cold and the snow raging outside, their bodies cozily nestled within a cocoon of blankets. She knew she shouldn’t think like that; it was foolish, envisioning anything beyond each day they shared together, but still it tempted her, this thing she knew she couldn’t keep but wanted fiercely anyway. His arm was heavy draped around her waist, the fingers of his good hand lightly grazing her skin. She looked over at her own hand, how it partially covered the tattoo on his chest, the prongs of the deer’s antlers just barely jutting out beyond her fingertips. 

All their clothes had come off quickly enough, as they had lost themselves in the excitement of discovering each other. By now, of course, it was more of a re-discovery, but a satisfying and enjoyable one regardless. There had been sense enough to extinguish the two lanterns before they collapsed entirely, worn out not only from their immediate exertions, but from the half-day’s uphill journey it had taken to get here. 

At some point, though, in the darkest point of the night, they had woken and silently found each other, moving quietly, his hands and his mouth giving her every cause to cry out, even though she knew she shouldn’t make a sound. 

Right before she fell asleep for the second time, she had started to think about how all of this – all of her time on the mountain, really – had begun to resemble a dream, one she would soon wake up from, requiring her to return to the sad realities of her life. Even this moment, as they lay together in the early morning quiet, seemed so surreal, as if it existed somewhere beyond the recognizable world. If it was a dream, though, she had no desire to leave it, even as she acknowledged the harsh truth that it would end regardless of her feelings on the matter. 

“Ya ‘bout done?” Even as a low rumble, his voice startled her, a rough intrusion into the quiet. 

“Done?” she asked quietly, glancing up at him. His eyes were still closed.

“Lookin’ a’ me,” he said gently, a corner of his mouth raised in amusement. “But don’ stop. Don’ wan’ ya ta miss nothin’.”

“You…” She stopped, nearly ready to fire off some retort, and instead sighed and pressed her cheek more firmly against his chest, settling her body across the length of his. He said nothing, but curled his arm tight against her waist, his left hand reaching over to clasp her by the shoulder. He was encircling her, pulling her towards him, until it was hard for her to imagine a way that they could get any closer. She didn’t mind, though; as long as he held her, she didn’t have to leave, she didn’t have to wake up. 

Everything was so still, so quiet. The light outside was growing stronger, but even so, she wanted it to stop, for the whole world to stop its spinning, for this moment to stay suspended in time, the way a bird hovers in a draft of air. She could feel his heart beating underneath her palm, a soft rhythm that echoed her own. 


“Hmmm?” she murmured.

“I don’ know…” he half-whispered against her hair. “I jus’… I jus’ wan’ ya ta stay here, wi’ me. I don’t wan’ ya ta go…”

Now that he had said something, given voice to the thoughts she had been turning over in her mind, it was almost as if she felt the need to counter them, to bring both of them back down to reality, if only to make it easier in the long run.


“I know, I know… ya gotta… But a man’s got a right ta dream, don’t he?”

That was the thing about Hasil: he was a dreamer. He could afford to be. But she didn’t have that luxury. Sometimes it seemed like the whole world was conspiring to tell her who she was and what she could do, how to act and talk and how to look, and it wasn’t something she was allowed to just ignore.

And the world definitely did not want them together. This thing they had – this wonderful, surprising, miraculous thing – she knew it could never last, not with everything that was stacked against it. Maybe it had been doomed from the very start. She could sense, if only faintly, how much it was going to hurt when she had to let him go; perhaps it would be better to do it now, before she fell any deeper.

“Hasil…” she half-whispered, finding it even more difficult than she had anticipated to say the words she knew she had to say. “Maybe after today, you should jus’ stay up here, for a while.”

He shifted, quickly turning his head down towards hers.

“Wha’d ya sayin’? ‘Stay up here’?”

“I jus’…” she stammered. “I jus’ I don’t see how this is gonna work.”

“‘Work’?” he repeated, and with his two good fingers raised her chin up so he could look her directly in the eye. “I’m here and ya’s here, and we’s together. Wha’s gotta work?”

“It ain’t that simple….”

“‘Course it is. We th’ only ones tha’ matter here. Unless…” He paused, his gaze shifting away, no longer meeting hers.

“Unless what?”

“Unless ya no longer reciprocate my sent’ments.”

He didn’t move, but she could see the pain from that idea slicing through his features, and then she saw something in his eyes she had never seen before: fear. It cut through her, too, just the mere thought that he could consider himself alone in his feelings, and she couldn’t bear to have him think it for a moment longer. 

Sally-Ann raised herself up onto her elbows, staring down at him until she finally caught his eye.

“Nothin’s changed, Hasil. I still feel the way I did before.”

He let out a sigh, some of the color returning to his cheeks, and then ran his fingers over the top of his head. 

“Then this is jus’ plain foolishness. All our troubles, they’s nothin’, really. You and me, we’s stronger t’gether. We’s happier t’gether. And I’ll do wha’ever I can ta make ya see that.”

He spoke so forcefully, with such conviction, it was nearly impossible not to be swayed entirely by his words. He believed so strongly; maybe that was enough, enough to silence her doubts and then carry her through the times that tried her faith in the two of them. She could only hope it would be. So she simply nodded, and laid her head back down against him.  

“We should get goin’ soon,” she said, after a time.

“Yeah, a’right… But let me kiss ya good mornin’ firs’, righ’ proper.”

And then he took her face in his hands, the full light of the morning sun pouring in all around them, and his lips found hers, softly, tenderly, like they had all the time in the world. 

anonymous asked:

I'm weak for your fbi au. will there be more? it's so good

pretty much every single part of you wants to stay quiet, to not say anything, because your wife is hovering over you, and then she’s kissing you like she’s never wanted to do another single thing in her life, and her blonde hair is almost silver in the moonlight through the window. she is soft and sexy and gentle and attentive as a lover—has always been, since the first time you kissed her—and you adore all the bits of her, the rise and fall of her breasts, the fullness of her hips, the way her spine dimples at the small of her back, the freckle above her lip, the small splotch of a birthmark on her thigh.

clarke is beautiful.

you’ve been married for five weeks, two days, four hours, and seventeen minutes, and you really don’t want to say anything. but, softly and with assurance, you tell her, ‘stop.’

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Perseverance: Chapter 11

Chapter 10

Genre: Angst/Suspense

Author’s note: Whew. This one took a really long time to write too. Anyways a kind of new character gets introduced in this chapter. I honestly debated with myself for a long time whether or not they should get a speaking role, but there were some things I wanted to clear up, and while this character can be a bit… obtuse in their delivery, they do manage to get the job done. Hope you enjoy.

Courage and perseverance have a magical talisman, before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish into air. - John Quincy Adams

“Hosta la vista, Stanley Pines. Get it. You know, from the movie. Actually hang on a second, am I in the right decade for that joke to work?” The yellow-eyed, human-shaped creature shrugged its shoulders, and its disturbingly casual tone was quickly followed by a sloppy two-fingered salute and a jaw-unhingingly wide grin. The footsteps of the retreating figure began to scrape harshly across the gritty desert ground, becoming fainter and fainter as they faded away into the white noise that hung about thickly in the dry air.

For a few bone-chilling moments, every thought in Stan’s head was sent careening into a terrified overdrive, splattering in a frenzy against the sides of his skull like raindrops in a hurricane as he was forced to imagine how his head was going to look when it was crushed under the rubber sole of the car tire. His death clock now seemed to be incrementally counting down, each second ticking by in time to the increasing tempo of his shallowly beating heart and the hammering of the awkwardly staggering footsteps coming from the direction of his assailant. His arms, thighs, and shoulders feebly tensed and twitched as he tried to convince them to lift themselves up and pull him into relative safety, but he couldn’t even manage to get any of them more than a few centimeters off the ground before they failed him with an exhausted shudder and flopped back down into the dust. A silent cry of frustrated helplessness raced its way up from the bottom of his heaving chest, and out over his stiff, cracking tongue.

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