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anonymous asked:

How did you find out about Harry Potter? I always like learning about other people's love of harrh potter

Alright, my dudes, gather around, I have a smol story to tell you…

There was once a miserable and bored little girl called Georgie. She is ten years old when our story begins. Georgie used to stack shelves in the school library after school while she waited for her mother to come back from God knows where. One cloudy Tuesday afternoon, she comes across a book with a boy on its cover that looks a lot like her crush, Aaron. Black, messy hair and glasses (though Aaron’s are square rather than round but Georgie overlooks this mistake). And then she reads the title. ‘Harry Potter’.

The instinct to toss the book to the other side of the room is devoured by an overwhelming sense of curiosity. Georgie’s overly righteous and strictly religious parents have banned the name ‘Harry Potter’ from the household in case it summons the devil himself. She can just see her mother narrowing her eyes on the book and shrieking a demand for her to wash her hands with bleach.

Georgie, however, is a curious person by nature, and she wants to know about the boy who looks so much like her beloved Aaron. She opens the first page and waits with bated breath for something to happen. Nothing. She continues. 

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Hi my name is Keith K’ogane and I have ebony black hair that’s longer in the back than the front (its NOT A MULLET) and dark purple eyes like limpid grape juice and a lot of people tell me I look like Zuko (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m part galra but i dont have any fur. I have pale white skin. I’m also a paladin, and I pilot a lion that joins up with four other lions to become a giant robot man (I’m an arm). I’m a goth texan (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a dark gray t shirt, black skinny jeans, red and white boots, a belt with two fanny packs, black fingerless gloves, and a cropped red motorcycle jacket. I was walking outside the Castle of Lions. The particle barrier was fully functional, which I was very happy about. Lance stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

He glanced at Tiberius. What was odder, perhaps, was that Ty was looking at him. Emma remembered Ty, years ago, saying, why do people say ‘look at me’ when they mean ‘look at my eyes’? You could be looking at any part of a person, and you’re still looking at them. But he was looking curiously at Kit’s eyes as if they reminded him of something.

Holding hands? no of course not what do you mean

Operation Cobra-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: reader is in love with Jughead. Jughead is with Betty.
Warnings: SAD SAD SAD ANGST I’m on my way to the hospital to take my mom and I was feeling this after seeing a spoiler from 1x06 sigh
THIS HAS 4,274 WORDS AND IT TOOK ME FOUR DAYS CAN YOU BELIEVE
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I watched it happen from the very beginning. I noticed the very first time Jughead looked at her differently, the very first time he blushed when she complimented him, the very first time Jughead showed signs of jealousy when Trevor had asked her out. I watched it all unfold from the very beginning.
When Jughead told me he and Betty kissed, I did my best to be the extremely supportive best friend, convincing him to show the pretty blonde he was interested in her. When he did, I helped him plan the entire date out, from where to when, to picking his outfit out for him since he was absolutely helpless when it came to dating. I smoothed out the shoulders of his shirt, fixed his beanie, and sent him on his way.

That night, when he came back to my house to replay all the highlights of his date, he had a smile on his face almost the entire time. It was something I had only seen a handful of times, so even though my heart was breaking, I was still happy that something made him smile this big, even if it wasn’t with me.
When Jughead and Betty started dating, I began to slowly lose my best friend. He and Betty were always going together on the “super sleuth” cases, and I was hardly ever invited despite being the graphic designer and editor for The Blue and Gold. It didn’t bother me though, because I figured I would just see Jughead at Pop’s. I was wrong.

Jughead and Betty liked their alone time. They hardly ever invited us to hang out with them, and when we did, the rest of us felt like we were intruding. If I did have any alone time with Jug, his nose was in his phone, texting Betty the whole time. As supportive as I tried to be for the both of them, I was tired of pretending. All I ever did was pretend.

I walked in to the blue and gold after school, the room vacant. Jughead had probably waited for Betty outside of her history class so they could walk together to the newsroom; he used to do that with me all the time.
I sighed, sitting down at one of the seats in the room and pulling out my laptop. I set it on the desk and began designing the cover for this week’s newspaper.

Eventually, Jughead and Betty showed up, not even noticing I had been in the room. They were chatting about something, both blushing and bumping each other playfully. I mentally rolled my eyes and kept my nose in my laptop, not wanting to watch them be all lovey-dovey or whatever. A minute passed, which turned in to five, and then ten, and then fifteen, and by this time I was beyond upset. Neither had said a word to me at all.

I finished the designs for the paper and quietly closed my laptop, zipping open my bag and stuffing it in before lifting it over my shoulder. I stood up, my chair emitting a sharp noise as the heel of the object scraped against the old tile floor. Jughead and Betty’s heads turned at the sound, watching me push my chair back in.

“Oh my gosh, y/n! When did you come in?” Betty asked. I know she didn’t mean it in a rude way whatsoever, she was one of my best friends, but it angered me. Deciding to keep my anger bottled in, I acted like I didn’t hear her, making my way towards the door of the classroom. I walked out, making my way down the hall.

“Y/n! Wait!” Jughead called my name, and a hand grabbed my shoulder, turning me around.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead inquired, his hand sliding down my arm to go to my wrist. I yanked my body back lightly, looking at him in surprise and disgust.

What’s wrong?” I repeated, my tone of voice obviously showing signs of outrage at this point. “Jughead, if you don’t know what’s wrong right now, then I guess we aren’t as close as I thought we were.” I turned away from him, walking down the hallway again.

Jughead grabbed my shoulder again, turning me and grabbing my hand.
“Don’t say that.” Jughead spoke softly, his jaw clenching.

Really? Jughead, you did not notice I was in the room for fifteen minutes! You did not become aware of my presence in the slightest! And that isn’t even the first time!” I screamed, shoving him away from me harshly. Jughead stumbled back, frozen in shock by what I had just done.

“You don’t even care about me anymore! I don’t even exist to you!” My fingers dug in to my palms as I yelled at him.

“So yeah, we aren’t as close as I thought we were. In fact, I’ve never been farther apart from you.” I turned, walking away again.

“y/n!“ Jughead called my name and I stopped.

"Don’t, Jughead.” I cut him off, turning to face him one more time. “For somebody who claims to be an amazing observer, you sure are pretty damn oblivious.” I walked down the hallway of the empty school, turning a corner and making my way home.

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It was 5:39 when my phone rang, interrupting me from my moping over Jughead and Betty. I had stayed home from school the past few days, blaming it on how “sick” I had been feeling, which was bullshit, but only I knew it was bullshit. Or so I thought.

“Hey Ronnie.” I answered the phone.” Now’s not a good time- “

“Too fucking bad, princess. Get your ass up, I’m here.” I heard a knock at my door downstairs and Veronica hung up. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, rubbing at my nose a bit to make it look red and grabbed a box of tissues. I wadded a couple up and threw them in the trash so my fake sick story would still be believable.

I padded downstairs slowly, hearing the incessant knocking and ringing of my doorbell. I took a deep breath before answering the door. There stood one of my best friends, hands on her hips and an irritated look on her face.

“Alright, time to stop moping and start moving on.” The black-haired girl stepped in to my house, closing the door and pointing upstairs.

“Who said I was moping?” I fired back, dragging myself up the stairs.

“Oh, come on y/n! You may be able to fool Archie, Betty, Jughead, and the rest of the entire world, but you can’t fool me. I know you aren’t sick, I know you and Jughead fought, I know you like Jughead. Its written all over you!” Veronica flung open the door to my room and marched to my closet, digging through it like a wild dog.” It’s kinda sick, actually. You look at him with literal heart eyes.Honestly, I would have gone for somebody a little more chiseled, but hey, we all got our own kinks- “

“Ronnie.” I cut off her incessant rambling, “Why are you knee-deep in my clothes?”

“Because, sweetheart.” Ronnie stuck her head out of my closet.” There’s a party tonight, and Jughead and my future wife are going, and we are going to show those two idiots who they really belong with.” Ronnie went back in to my closet, holding up numerous amounts of dresses, skirts, and eye-catching tops.

“Jughead is going to a party?” I queried, unconvinced.

“Yeah, it’s a thing with the cheerleaders at Cheryl’s, an Jughead is going to be the ‘supportive boyfriend’ or whatever.” Veronica scoffed at her own words, adding mocking quotations with her fingers before going back to digging in my closet.

“They’re probably going for more clues about Jason.” I mumbled, my mind drifting away a bit.

“For someone who only wears like, 4 outfits, you sure do have a lot of clothes.” Ronnie commented, pulling out a dress and examining it before hanging it back up.

“My mom tries.” I sighed, flopping back down on the bed.

“Oh, no you don’t. Get your happy ass up and get in the shower. You look terrible, which is weird for me, because you usually look incredibly fuckable.”

“Wow, thanks Ronnie.” I spat back, sarcasm laced in my tone. I got up and grabbed a towel from my drawer, walking in to my bathroom and taking a quick shower. I shaved my legs, as demanded instructed by my friend, and Ronnie did my makeup and hair, curling it and putting it up in a pretty half-do. I admired Ronnie’s work, hardly even being able to connect this me with the person that sat in my bed this morning, dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a knotty bun. She had also found a long sleeved black dress that came down to my knees, tucked away in my closet somewhere

Ronnie had brought over a dress for herself to change in to, and slipped on her shoes. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror, a distressed look on my face.

“Listen, tonight is for us, okay?” Ronnie rested her hand on my shoulders, turning my chair so I faced her.” I’ve been sitting around and moping too, trust me, but we shouldn’t mope. We deserve so much better, alright? So, let’s just go out and have fun. We deserve that much, alright?” Ronnie held out her hand and I took it, pulling myself up and letting my arms go around her neck to embrace her. We both grabbed our purses and linked arms before walking down the stairs of my house and out my door.
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“Ronnie, I don’t think I can do this.” I stood at the front door of the house, my heart racing.” I really can’t do this.” I turned away from the building, wringing my hands out in front of me.” I’ve been doing it for so long, and I don’t think I can pretend any more, and- “

“Y/n!” Ronnie grabbed my hands, holing them in between hers.” You can do this, ok? You’re y/n freaking l/n!! You are one of the strongest women I know, and you are fierce! You can’t let Jughead, or Betty, or anyone get to you! Don’t let them ruin your moment, ok? Because you are looking hot as hell- “Ronnie lifted one of my hands, twirling me in front of her, and I giggled- “And I’ll be damned if I let you let them mess with that.” I hugged Ronnie tightly before she linked my arm with hers and we walked in to the Blossom mansion.

The music wasn’t too loud, which was a kind gesture for my sensitive ears. Cheryl had already roped together some kids for a game of spin the bottle, and I had spotted Archie, Betty, and Jughead near a corner of the room. Ronnie had already gotten me away from the sight, pulling me to the kitchen. I only grabbed a bottle of sweet tea, ignoring the alcohol that lined the counter. Veronica did as well, unsurprisingly. Veronica was a very old-school classy person. If she did drink, it was usually only one glass, and something very light, as I had found out one night that I had slept over at her house.

“There’s my girls!” Kevin wrapped each arm around Veronica and I’s shoulders. “Operation ‘avoid Jughead and Betty because they’re little whores who have been ignoring us to suck each other’s faces’ has commenced!” I laughed at Kevin, giving him a weird look for the name he had chosen.

“Lets just call it Operation Cobra, you know, for short.” Veronica suggested.The three of us made our way to the middle of the dance floor ignoring our other friends. It was obvious Veronica was laughing and talking at a bit of a higher volume, as well as being extra touchy and flirty to get the attention of our friends. I didn’t so much as glance at Jughead, because I knew that once I did, it was game over, and I would be running home and hiding under my covers.
After a little while, I went to find a quiet place in the house, wanting to be alone. Parties weren’t really my thing, so I didn’t understand why I even agreed to go, but to be fair I was having a nice time

I sat on Cheryl’s back porch, my legs swinging off the edge as I looked out at her backyard. The graveyard with all her relatives didn’t really help boost my happiness, but at least I had gotten away from the incessant bass drops the music was giving off.

“Thought you were sick.” I turned my head to see Jughead leaning against the wall, legs and arms both crossed. My heart started beating wildly and I felt a lump in my throat.

“Thought you didn’t like parties.” I retorted, turning my head back around to face away from him.

“Touché.” I felt Jughead’s presence as he sat down next to me, our thighs brushing together. For a couple minutes, I didn’t say anything, scared that if I did I would burst in to tears.

“You look really, uh, nice tonight.” Jughead looked me up and down and I raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, not that you don’t look nice all the time, because you do.” Jughead scratched the back of his neck.” Because you know, you’re really beautiful, but you already know that I think that, because you know, you’re my best friend, and uh… yeah.” Jughead looked away

“You know, I’m not a mind reader.” Jughead chuckled lightly. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I did my best to ignore him, crossing my arms and keeping my gaze away from his.

“Look- “Jughead gulped audibly, hesitating before lifting his hand and resting it on my shoulder.” I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, or what you’re dealing with, but I’m here for you- “

Really? Are you really “here for me?” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, moving to stand up. I was furious at this point.” Jughead, I have talked to you maybe a handful of times since you and Betty started dating! You have cancelled every single one of our plans since then! Every time we’re together working on the blue and gold, you and Betty hardly even notice I’m in the room! – “

My hands went to my temples as I slowly paced back and forth on the deck of the porch. Jughead now stood in front of me, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other running his hand down his face in a frustrated motion.

“And maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry about it, if you would have at least showed any sort of remorse, but you don’t! You don’t apologize, you don’t even text me in advance to let me know, you keep me sitting at Pop’s for hours, and you never even show up! I don’t even know why I still do it? What’s the point?” I began to walk past him but jughead held his arm out, stopping me from leaving. His hand grabbed my hip, turning me to face him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am- “

“No you aren’t, Jughead! You aren’t sorry!” I pushed him away from me.” You aren’t sorry! If you were really ‘sorry’, you would have been there for me! You wouldn’t have skipped out on our plans! You wouldn’t have left me waiting all the time! Or you would have at least texted me to tell me you wouldn’t make it! Or even apologize!” I shoved my index finger against his chest, pushing him away from me once more.” But you don’t! You don’t apologize, or even feel any remorse about it, because all you care about is yourself! You don’t care about the consequences of the choices you make, because it doesn’t hurt you!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I ended my rant. Jughead had a shocked face on his look, as if he was surprised that I had just stood up for myself. I couldn’t blame him. All I ever did was let people use me as their personal door mat. I didn’t want to be that person anymore.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I do care about you, it’s just, I- “

“Save it, Jughead!” I shoved past him, running back in to the house and out the front door. I heard calls from my best friend and turned around to see Veronica and Kevin.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Veronica stood in front of me, blocking me from walking down the path towards the gate to leave Cheryl’s home. Her hands wrapped around my arms, stopping me from moving.” What’s wrong, what happened?”

“What do you think happened, Ronnie?” I spoke loudly, my hands moving wildly in front of me.” Jughead is an idiot! That’s what happened!” Kevin now stood beside Ronnie, and her hands went to my face, wiping away the tears. “I’m in love with a fucking idiot! That’s what happened!”

“I know sweetheart, I know.” Veronica hugged me tightly.

“He doesn’t care, Ronnie. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he hurt me, or anything. It doesn’t matter.” I moved to look at her again.” Why do I have to be in love with him? It could have been anybody else! Why him?”

“I don’t know, honey, he’s a jerk, I don’t know why he- “Ronnie cut herself off, staring off behind me. I turned around to see Jughead standing ten feet away, arms at his sides and his lips parted slightly.

“Did you say you’re in love with me?” Jughead looked at me with wide eyes, waiting for an answer. I shook my head, diving between Ronnie and Kevin and running towards the gate. Jughead began to follow me, but Kevin and Ronnie held him back, letting me slip away.
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I was halfway down the trek to my house when I passed by the Riverdale park. I sighed, steering off the sidewalk and towards the big dome-shaped jungle gym. I was just going to mope at home anyways, so I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.

I dropped my heels to the ground next to me, swinging my purse over my shoulder and climbing up to the top. I sat down in the middle, the solid platform cold against my skin. I didn’t care though. I pulled out my phone, ignoring any notifications I had. I checked Instagram, scrolling through Jughead’s account. I switched over to Betty’s, seeing multiple photos of her and Jughead. I didn’t exactly know why I was forcing myself to look at these, but I was.

I shut my phone off, wrapping my arms around my body. I hadn’t brought a jacket, another thing to beat myself up over. I looked around the park, my eyes eventually catching someone else’s. Jughead.

“What are you doing up there?” Jughead looked up at me, his hands in his pockets.

“I like it up here.” I defended.

“Can you come down?” Jughead asked me.

“No.” I protested.

“Then I’m coming up.” Jughead sighed, beginning to climb the structure. I scrambled to grab my purse, trying to get off as fast as I could, but it was too late. Jughead had climbed up, grabbing the bars on each side of my body and hovering so my lower body was trapped under his. He looked up at me, his chest heaving from climbing up as fast as he could, mixed with the sting of the cold weather. Our breaths could be seen in the winter air, mixing with each other and disappearing. I stared at Jughead, waiting for him to say something.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh yeah, hold on. Let me ruin my closest friendship real quick by telling him I have super hardcore feelings for him when he’s dating someone else!” I spat sarcastically.

“Ok, that’s fair.”

“Whatever, Jughead, just let me out.” I started to shuffle under his body, planning to duck under his arm, but he blocked me, climbing farther up. We were now eye level, his face only inches from mine. Jughead stared at me, not saying anything.

“Are you gonna say something?” I asked him, my eyes flickering between his.

“I don’t know what to say.” Jughead admitted. I rolled my eyes, pushing him so I could get out from under him. Apparently, I had pushed too hard, because next thing I knew, the boy lost his balance, stumbling off the bars and falling in to the grass on his back. I gasped, shouting his name before climbing down quickly and jumping off the last few bars.

“Jughead! Are you ok!” Jughead groaned in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. I dropped on to my knees beside him, my shoulders on his hands.

“Peachy.” He answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing the dirt off my dress.

“Whatever, I’m going home- “

“Did you know Veronica liked Betty?” I spun around, looking at Jughead.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I didn’t.” Jughead sighed, standing up. “And Veronica told her. Turns out, a big part of the reason Betty was dating me was to try and get over her, and convince herself she wasn’t gay. When Ronnie told her, she broke it off with me.” Jughead chuckled half-heartedly.

“Jug, I’m sorry.” Sympathy was laced in my voice. I stepped back toward him, patting his shoulder with my hand.

“It’s ok, really. I was dating her for kind of the same reason as well.” Jughead looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine.” You see, there’s this girl that I really like, and she’s been my best friend for quite a while.” My breath hitched in my throat, my hand leaving Jughead’s shoulder.” I’ve been kind of a shit friend to her, and I haven’t really been hanging out with her, more like avoiding her. It’s a really shitty thing to do, and I feel, like, really, really shitty about it.”

“Jughead, I, I can’t…” I turned back towards the dome jungle gym, walking towards my shoes. I felt Jughead’s hand on my shoulder and then my back was against the monkey bars, my body trapped by Jughead’s.

“I didn’t want to lose you.” Jughead admitted.” You’re everything to me, and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. When I started dating Betty, I thought it would help me get over you, and then I could stop feeling the way I felt.” Jughead looked me in the eyes, his face no more than a few inches away from mine once again.” I watched what happened to my parents, and yours. They were just like us. They were best friends, and…” Jughead hung his head, cutting off his own words.

“Jughead.” I reached my hands up to cup his face, lifting his head to look at me.” We aren’t our parents, ok?” My thumb brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face. Jughead smiled, his eyes flickering down to my lips, and mine doing the same.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too.” I laughed lightly, my arms wrapping around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, pulling me flush in to his body before he pressed his lips to mine. I sighed in to the kiss, feeling relief that Jughead felt the same way about me as I did him.

Jughead bit gently at my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he broke the kiss. I giggled, burying my face in to the crook of Jughead’s neck.
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“I see my work did some justice.” I heard Ronnie call out. Jughead and I turned around on the sidewalk we had been on to see our friends.

“We have been looking everywhere for you guys! Where were you!” Archie called out, jogging towards us.

“Oh, you know, climbing jungle gyms, pushing Jughead off them, the usual.” I joked, looking up at Jughead. He smiled, rolling his eyes.
Ronnie and Betty walked up to us, hands held together.

“Hey, nothings gonna be… awkward, right?” Betty asked, looking at Jughead and I.

“No, Betts, everything’s good.” Jughead looked down at me, squeezing my hand.

“Ok, good.” Betty rested her hand on Jughead’s shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before dropping it.

“Wait, so, you two?” Archie asked, looking at Ronnie and Betty, who nodded.

“And you two?” Archie looked at Jughead and I. Jughead nodded and I blushed, hiding in his side. Jughead wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Honestly, I’m not surprised.” Kevin shrugged, walking towards us.

“Hey, we’re all heading to Pop’s, you coming?” Archie asked Jug and I.

“Archibald Andrews, do you ever think I would turn down a burger and fries from our ever so famous chock-lit shoppe?” I put a hand over my chest in mock offense.

“Of course you and Jughead are together, why was I even surprised.” Archie rolled his eyes, walking away from us.

“That obvious, huh?” Jughead spoke aloud, looking down at me.

“Yep.”

6

Caejose Week 2016
Day 7 - Growing Old

you guys remember that Howl’s Moving Castle au i did last september? well its back

Episode 4 was a fandom wide callout post.

all you fools too busy being pissed bc Coran went all show crazy and basically re-characterized the paladins to what the masses found entertaining, to notice that the entire episode was literally a fandom wide call out post. they literally called us out guys. 

lets go over the list of things Coran said/did in ep 4 and compare them shall we?

let me preface this by saying he literally wasn’t himself and i still love him just as much as before, my gorgeous man.

”I worked up very specific personas for each of you. This is going to help the audience connect on a much deeper level with each team member.” 

as if they didn’t already have defining personalities that make them very likable and awesome? sounds familiar right? its one thing to speculate and theorize based on what we know about a character especially if we don’t know a lot about said character. the writers put a lot of time and effort into developing these characters and even said during an interview once that one of the things that bugged them about og Voltron was that the only properly developed character was Keith. the other guys didn’t get a chance to be loved. and that was what they aimed to do, to give every paladin and character the chance to be loved. since the beginning the fandom has been bad at this. taking one teeny trait from each character and twisting them so that the only thing that matters is that trait. 

         “lover-boy lance”

throughout the series lance is known  to flirt with…pretty much every cute alien girl. of course. hes handsome, charming, girls love him. Coran wipes away all of the actually relatable things about his personality in favor of this charming flirt who would win over girls. Lance is insecure, he’s witty, he is the freaking sharpshooter, the teams sniper and their glue. he’s voltrons right hand now for a reason. he got into the garrison which is a military space exploration base, not just anyone gets in. hes incredibly intelligent and a great pilot. amazing really. bc simulations are always absolutely terrible and rarely help. oh yea, and hes charming.but god forbid anyone forget that hes a flirt. who cares about the other stuff that will actually help the audience connect with him. 

        “science wiz pidge” 

its no secret that pidge is incredibly intelligent. she is one of the characters who haven’t gotten their developing points until this season. in one of the first flashbacks we learned she nearly gave up studying because some kid decided to be a dick and bully her. Matt pulled her out of it and encouraged her to work hard. later on in ep 4 coran says that her science doesn’t need to be factually correct because noone will understand her either way. he undermined her intelligence because . well. noone cares what she says as long as it sounds smart. fanfic writers do this a lot. like. a lot. i understand that you may not have the same knowledge that the girl who hacked herself into a military school base undercover at he age of 14-15 (if the theory that the garrison is a high school program is correct) because she had gotten banned for sneaking in and hacking into the computer system, but if you really do insist on focusing her on her smarts, do some research. no to mention. pidge may be the youngest, but she really is more than science and calculations. shes intelligent yes, but she can hold her own in battle (at the age range of 15-17 with no prior battle training), shes afraid of the possible reality that all her efforts are wasted and Matt and Sam are dead, she is actually pretty social with the paladins (she can even be seen hanging out in the kitchen while hunk makes glass cookies.) and beyond her intelligence, shes wise. shes not just random science facts, she knows how to hold her own in situations outside of battle and books. shes street smart. 

       “lone wolf keith”

now i know this was said to allura, and ill get to that. but if the keith vlog showed us anything, its that  hes not just a moody loner teenager.  i am very guilty of this myself. i portray keith as a human disaster. we don’t know hen he was left alone, we don’t really know much of his story. i head canon that his dad left him to fend for himself but every month woul drop off food or money or something. i head canon hes terrible about taking care of his body. but at least i don’t call him moody and move on.  i give him a background to fill in the blank space, but sometimes i forget and focus too much on his folded arms and  pouty face. he smiles. he laughs. hes an actual precious bean.  but hes also afraid of being pushed away. hes guarded and does his best to be strong. he hides his feelings and protects his heart with everything he has. (geez boi who hurt you). he is not the human embodiment of “teenagers” by mcr. aka he has feelings too. not to mention he also got into the garrison, and was the top pilot regardless of how he got in, if it happened to be by recommendation like most people think. 

      “humourous hunk”

as a hunk stan this one annoys me the most. throughout the episode hunk is consistently embarrassed, and even protests the fart noises, fart jokes, etc. he is purposely tripped for laughs. the fandom forgets that hes not just the fat funny guy, or just the personal chef. hes overcome so much since babies first lion flight, he used to get sick, constantly had to be the voice of reason to keep his teammates out of trouble,  he is just as intelligent as pidge and is actually one of the only people that can keep up with her science stuff. keith and lance even stated that they didnt understand anything they’d said. hes a fantastic engineer even if he had a few tummy mishaps. hes an amazing pilot too, and extremely sassy. he and pidge probably rigged the game console to work in space, And hes pretty friendly and cautious. he is NOT meant to be the comic relief. (say it louder for people in the back)

     “shiro the hero”

a lot of the fandom has taken to calling shiro daddy, sexualizing him (”now put on this tight shirt”) and focusing on shiro and only shiro (shiros the “favorite character” of corans little show). hes great. he really is. and the man needs a break. voltron is a kids show. he isnt meant to  be sexualized, none of them are. hes more than his arms and his leadership abilities. the biggest issue i have with the whole shiro thing. regardless of if hes a clone, when shiro returned he cut his hair differently, and wore short sleeves. everyone i know, including me, said they’d be fine with the clone if he had kept his hair long and “as much as i love the arm view” and didnt change his outfit. its a kid show. his body shouldn’t matter.i am also guilty of this, and ep 4 opened my eyes to it. coran lifted shiros arm as if to prove that thats what the audience really wanted. he treats shiro differently bc hes the real star here and everyone should know it. ofc, hes the black paladin. (i wonder where the whole “the black paladin is the only one who really matters here” mindset came from. looking @ u ‘84). shiros may have ptsd, and hes constantly trying to hold himself together for his team, and its obviously not easy. maybe thats why hes got a cute white floof. the stress. 

      alluras erasure  

another point that always bugged me. the fandom either forgets allura exists, or that she is just stealing lances place temporarily. Allura is the blue paladin. while keith is gone, she is not filling in. shes a paladin now too. for coran to call her keith, and constantly call her keith, even though she obviously has a few choice words to say about it, its distrespectful. she says his plan is working and he replies with “why thank you keith…i like to keep you in character” once again, erasing her existence. now im not as well versed in this particular topic, but id like you to keep in mind that he talks to his princess with that mouth, and that she IS the princess and not a fill in while keith leads. feel free to elaborate on this more. 


     coran “fires “ team voltron. 

this. i find extremely entertaining. remember that legal trouble last year bc of the leaks? and right around that time the klance shipper started threatening them if they didn’t make it gayer and put keith and lance together? the  fandom, who wanted all of this to happen their way, were threatening to get it cancelled and such just because things didnt go their way. shiro, the leader, disagreed with coran and tries to shut him down. and coran in fit of rage says:

you’re a bunch of quitters! quitters! i’m a visionary! i have thoughts, ideas, i dont need you anyway. ill rewrite the show, get rid of the whole lot of you, replace you with new paladins! and the show will be better than ever before!…except for you shiro, ill never get rid of you, you’re our most popular character!

this is essentially what the fandom was saying. now, was this definitely their plan, to call us out with this bit, in not sure, but honestly, its almost too coincidental.

the writers have made it clear that they heard us, and have always been listening. and really, thats why i love ep4. you’re angry because you know you got called out but haven’t admitted it to yourself. the writers do their best to bring us the best show possible, but they cant satisfy everyone. why cant we just be happy about Actual Meme ™ Matt, and look forward to season five instead of fighting them because we got our shit handed right back to us. weve gotten a  taste of our own medicine, so chill. i enjoy them keeping us on our toes, surprising us with every turn, theyre great writers.who cares if one or two things pissed you off? we both know youre not gonna stop watching.

You're A Dog Person, Right? (Seth Clearwater)

“Please?” I pleaded.

“Y/N you know I would if I could, but I can’t.” Seth, my boyfriend, explained for about the thousandth time.

“Seth, why can’t you tell me?!” I asked, getting more irritated with his secrecy.

“It’s not my secret to tell, Y/N!” he said.

“Okay, you’re making no damn sense! If it has something to do with you, it is your damn secret to tell! Come on, Seth.” I begged one final time.

“Y/N, I just can’t.” he said with a sigh.

“I’m done with this shit, Seth. Both you and Leah started keeping some big ass secret that y'all don’t want to tell anybody and so, I’m done.” I said, pushing myself off of the Clearwater’s couch.

“Y/N, please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you.” Seth pleaded, grabbing my hand.

“We’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other, Seth. I haven’t ever kept anything from you, I expected the same.”

With that, I grabbed my stuff and walked out the door.

~

I stayed at home all weekend, not doing my traditional Saturday movie with Seth. I didn’t know if we were broken up or just in the middle of an argument or what, but it sucked.

One thing that did give me some happiness is that Seth didn’t give up. He was relentless. For the past two days, he had blown my phone up with texts and even more calls.

I heard a knock on my door while I was getting ready for school Monday morning.

I knew who it was before I got there but my heart still did a little leap when I opened the door and saw him again.

Even though he looked like shit.

“Y/N.” he said, taking me in.

Hell, I probably didn’t look too good either.

See, when I said that I was getting ready for school, I actually meant I was frantically looking for my last pair of black sweatpants and my hair hadn’t been properly combed/brushed in the past three days.

“Seth, its good to see you.” I said honestly.

“You too, baby.” he replied.

“Y/N, I’m ready to tell you.” he said, extending his hand out.

I took it without hesitation.

We hopped in his mom’s car and started back towards the reservation.

~

Seth led me to a patch of woods not far from Sam and Emily’s place.

He took my hands in his.

“I know this is unfair of me to ask, but please don’t freak out when everything is out in the open.” he laughed, nervously.

“Seth, come on. It can’t me that bad, can it?” I asked, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles.

“Well…..” he laughed.

“You’re a dog person, right, baby?” he asked, walking away from me.

I looked behind me to check to see if there was anybody to help my poor little Seth, because he had apparently lost it.

“I mean yes, but I don’t see how that has anything to -” I turned back to see a gigantic, sandy colored wolf in front of me.

“Oh, my holy shit!” I screamed.

And I guess the universe thought this was some low budget, horror movie shit because my dumbass literally tripped over my own damn feet.

The wolf didn’t try to pounce or attack or anything. He just looked at me.

Then he started backing up and retreated back into the woods. I took this time to run back to Emily and Sam’s. I ran into their house, where all of our friends were.

“Guys, I just saw this big ass wolf out in the woods. It was like, I don’t even fucking know! And, I don’t even know what the hell happened to Seth! I think it might’ve eaten his ass!” I explained, breathlessly.

Just then, Seth came running up to the house.

“Holy shit, Seth! I thought that thing ate you!” I told him as I forced him into the tightest hug I could give.

“Y/N, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about.” he said, shuffling me back to look at me.

He took me out to the porch steps.

“Seth, that big ass wolf might come back.” I said, frantically looking over my shoulder.

“I don’t think it will.” he said, pulling me down to sit with him on the step.

“Baby, that wolf was actually me.” he said, completely serious.

"What?” I asked, I must’ve heard that wrong.

“I’m that wolf. I’m a werewolf or shapeshifter, if you will. All of us are: me, Leah, Paul, Jacob, Jared, Quil, Sam, all of us.“ he tried to explain.

"Seth, baby. What in the actual fuck are you talking about?” I asked, extremely worried about my boyfriend’s mental

Seth, with the help of Leah, explained everything to me and Leah assured me that the wolf today was in fact Seth.

"Holy, shit.” I said, exhausted from today’s event.

“I know it’s a lot to take in and I get if you just need some time or whatever you-,” he started.

“So, you, Seth Clearwater turn into a giant, vampire fighting, wolfie soldier at will?” I interrupted.

“And we’re kinda soulmates,” he laughed.

I sat there, in between the Clearwaters, who were werewolves, in front of a house full of werewolves.

“So, like, are you going let me ride on your back or what?”

Jeff Atkins x Reader | Friendzone - (Part 1)

A/N: I thought I would post this first because I planned the plot in like 5 mins and currently having writers block for the 2 requested ones but I hope they will be up by next week. Enjoy, like and follow. Requests are not open until further notice. Much love. Send me feedback on what you think so far. Part 2 ? .xx

(Part 2) | (Part 3)

Originally posted by knightlley

Life is great when you know you have at least one loyal best friend. It’s better than having 10 okay friends. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to have entered my life and that was my best friend, Jeff Atkins.

We in actual fact met because of our parents since we’re both neighbours and was new to the neighbourhood at the time, Jeff’s parents had invited us over to his house for dinner. I was shy to speak to someone who was as handsome as Jeff, I wasn’t one to speak to boys in a hurry and where I came from was an all girls school. Knowing that I’m going to the same school as him also had given me the chills, who knows what’s in stored for me. Though that night Jeff had gotten me to show my bubbly and loud side - we had a lot in common.

Jeff introduced me to his friends which I was glad they were all easy to make conversations with but I didn’t believe they were being genuine about who they say they were.

Through time, I started to have feelings for Jeff as more than a friend. This really did scare me because I didn’t want to lose the friendship we had. Worst case scenario is me telling him that I love him and have been in love with him since the start, all he would say is nothing and probably laugh at me like everyone else.

I thought to myself that I should set my feelings for him aside and just worry about our friendship. Problem is that he has a girlfriend named Jazmin for a while now. He seems to be head over heels for her and well I can’t change that. She was the new girl at our school, Jeff couldn’t stop talking about her and since Clay was her buddy, it was a bonus for Jeff so he had an excuse to talk to her. They’ve been dating for a good 6 months.

Later today our whole school was invited to Jess’ house party. As much as I didn’t want to go Jeff insisted that I come with and of course Jazmin was going to tag along. No hate to her, she’s really sweet and pretty - everything that I’m not - we both had become acquaintances.

It was currently 3pm and the party was at 6pm. I was busy studying and decided on getting ready at 5 since Jess’ house is literally 5 minutes away from mine. As I was just about to get back to studying my notifications went off, it was a message from Hannah asking if I was going. I replied back saying yes and hoped to see her there. I left my phone aside and was finishing off my summaries. My phone was ringing this time, I groaned in annoyance, we’re all going to see each other later today anyway so I don’t see what’s the need for the messages and phone calls.

It was a call from Jeff. “Hello” I answered plainly. “Sup bestie” Jeff enthused. “Busy studying well was until you interrupted me. How about you ?” I asked. “Oh my bad Miss. Y/L/N looks like the next time I shouldn’t bother to phone you at all” he said sarcastically. “That’s fine by me” I giggled. “Anyways I just wanted to know if you need a ride ? I’m just on my way to fetch Jazmin and thought I can pop by to pick you up” he said. “Nah it’s okay, thanks for the offer, though I’ll walk” I said. “Are you kidding me ? Do you know how dangerous it is for you to walk alone at night ? I’m coming to pick you up. No buts. See you in a bit” he said lastly and ended this call. Gosh this boy.

I left my work as it was on my study table and started looking through my closet for an outfit. I finally picked out a cropped black lace off the shoulder top with denim short shorts paired with adidas original superstars. I left my hair as its natural wavy state with subtle make up on. I sprayed on some perfume, grabbed my phone and decided to sit on my front porch whilst I waited. 2 minutes later Jeff parks in front, I jumped in the back “Hey” I smiled. “Heya” they replied back. “I love your outfit” she said as she looked at me through the rear mirror. “Aww thanks, I love yours too” I said and turned to look at her in the passenger seat. I felt Jeff look at me through the rear mirror but he didn’t say anything.

We got to the party and as soon as we got there we 3 had dispersed. Well, I was on my own and I’m sure they’re somewhere here together. I walked into Jess’ house and taking in my surroundings, as close as Jess and I may stay we aren’t the bestest of friends though we’re good enough acquaintances.

I spotted Clay and Hannah talking by the couch. “Aww well if it ain’t my favourite people” I cooed. They’re so cute honestly get married already. “Oh hey Y/N it’s good to see you here other than worrying about your books” Clay said and pulled me in for a hug. “Look who’s talking, this isn’t my first party Jensen. I’m the one shocked to see you here that goes for you too Han” I said. “I thought I should try something different” Clay said. “Same here” Hannah added. “I can tell you both did, loving the hair by the way Hannah" I said lastly and faded off into the kitchen.

All I need right now was a drink though I’m not talking about alcohol. Alcohol is not always the option when you’re sad. I poured myself a cup of Coca Cola and walked back to where Clay, and Hannah was. “You guys want a drink ?” I asked. “Nah we’re good” Hannah smiled and shook the cup in her hand. I thought I might as well sit next to them on the couch but then Jess and Justin beat me to it. They were both clearly pissed drunk but it was more evident on Jess. “Hey Y/N” she waved. “Hii” I waved back at them. She then moved her attention to the suck and blow game happening in front of them. “Hey ! We want to play too” Jess whined. I took a quick look at all the participants and surprise surprise, Jeff and Jazmin were playing too. Can I even stand to watch this ?

The card started from Zach to Sheri, to Monty to another blonde, to Jeff. I don’t even know his this boy couldn’t hold onto that card for a few seconds longer. It fell from his lips and he was quick to connect his with Jazmin. “Excuse me” I told Clay and Hannah. They know. I walked out to the front yard and sat on the staircase, I tried not to cry from the pain but I was weak. A tear dropped onto my thigh, I quickly wiped away my tears in hopes that no one sees me crying - I don’t want to cause a scene - their was a hand placed on my shoulder. I looked back to the person and it was Zach. “Hey are you okay ?”

When you receive a fan art for one of your fics, and immediately want to continue writing again. <3 Heaps of thanks to @artbyros​ for this beautiful painting! I love it so much!


“At some point during the evening, Levi has undone the top button of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. The faintest of frowns knits his eyebrows in concentration, and the warm glow of the fire conceals the slight greying of his hair completely. The difference is so small that even in bright sunlight Eren can hardly see it, but he knows it’s there. A faint shift from pitch black to slightly shiny ebony. Not really silver, not even iron, but not quite as dark as it once was anymore either.

He looks so calm that Eren can’t help but seize some of it for himself.”

Sparrow (Revised), Chapter 1

Peed my Pants While Tech Supporting A Friend!

You know the drill. This happened to me, I wrote out the experience for omorashi.org, I’m reposting it here. But this one is actually fairly recent!

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Hi everyone! It’s me, Kozmo. Its been awhile since I’ve written anything here or done any lottos, I’ve been having a weird go of it in life lately. For example, I just moved away from my home I grew up in, into the city! New apartment, new life, still getting the hang of it (I’ve lived here a little over a week now) but I think I’m doing okay. The long and short of it is, I’ve been busy like I’ve never been busy before. Almost as if fate was detecting the negligence in omorashi activities to share with you all, I had an…incident, the other day. Right here in my new apartment, no less, so it could be considered a christening.

Also, it’s been awhile, so I might have a fair amount of new readers! Hi, I’m KozmoFox, things happen to me a lot and I write about them here. I occasionally put on fun lottery games to allow some lucky winner to pick the next omorashi scenario I deliberately put myself in so I can write about it here.

Obligatory description phase!

I don’t change much :P. I’m in the upper-mid 5ft range and too lazy to measure myself exactly, and I fluctuate between like 100-110 pounds. Yes yes, I know, too skinny. I’ve been doing workouts to try and build some actual muscle mass, but not too much, I like being really lean and thin, I just don’t like being called a twig like its an insult :(. I’m 22 years old as of last wednesday. Long dark hair, a nose stud, and several tattoos ranging in areas from my chest and collarbone areas, wrists, back, and ankles. Not telling what they are! They are super identifiable and I’m not looking for stalkers. I’m also as pale as a snowy winter day.

On this particular day I was wearing a black star wars T-shirt, grey pajama pants that kind of looked like sweatpants, a pair of white panties, and a pair of super aesthetic black socks with rainbow stripes.

Now to tell you about my day!  It was a day just like any other in my new apartment, essentially just sitting around playing video games all day. It was warm, and I was having a lot to drink. Like, a LOT. Mainly because for some weird reason, I had a headache and I was out of Tylenol but drinking cold water was making the headache a lot more tolerable. I’m no doctor, but if it works I keep doing this. Eventually, as logic dictates, I needed to pee. Because you know, that’s what happens. I didn’t INTEND to do a hold that day but fate had other plans in store for me, as when I reached the squirming-and-about-to-leak stage after refilling the pitcher I had at my desk, I moved to get up again so I could use the bathroom….BUT. I received a call on Discord.

Meet Kaylee. Kaylee is getting into the PC gaming scene. However, her PC is a toaster. However x2, she doesn’t know the first thing about basic computer operation. Kaylee bought CS:GO. Kaylee tried to change her resolution low when her monitor is actually a 16:9 TV and had no idea why her screen was suddenly black when she tried to play the game.

Meet me. The poor sucker that was about to get sucked into tech support duty.

You see, this wasn’t as simple as telling her what folder her config file was in. This is like, your grandparents level of needing tech support. I also didn’t know where it was by default given I’m not a big CS:GO player, so it was bound to be an adventure.

“Kaylee I’ll help you, but I’ve REALLY gotta pee, I’ll be right back.”
“No no! This will only take a few seconds and I wanna play :(”

You see friends, what you have right there is an excuse for an omo-fanatic to torture themselves. A normal person would have told Kaylee to fuck off for 20 seconds. I just took a sip of my water to ease my head pain and said “Fine.”

First I got her to screenshare so I could see her screen. I could see CS:GO but she couldn’t, because it was her tv not supporting the resolution that was the problem, not the system. For about 10 minutes I tried to guide her mouse. Wasn’t working. By the end of that I was sitting on my heel, rocking back and forth in my rocking chair gritting my teeth. I was slightly irritable from the growing pressure in my bladder and far too impatient for something so meticulous. Around this time I might have brought up my situation in the site chat. I finished my glass of water, and poured another. Counter-intuitive to holding it in until we were finished the call, yes, but my head hurt and the water helped. But god I had to pee.

Next step was to try and find the config folder that every game on earth has. But lo and behold, couldn’t find one in the general location. Her steam wasn’t in her program files.

“Where did you install Steam?”

“I dunno. :D”

I was so frustrated I leaked. That’s not even an exaggeration, the eyeroll at the ceiling and the distraught groan took enough off my senses that I felt my panties grow warm. Like a flash I had my hand between my legs, and feeling it against my fingers was enough to tell me it had made it through to the pants. I wiped my fingers off on my knee, but went back to pressing the heel of my hand against my crotch while rocking in my chair. At this point I was literally sweating from the effort of holding it in, once or twice using my right hand to wipe off my forehead while holding myself with my left. The feeling in my bladder was ridiculous, and I could feel the muscles in my pelvic floor wavering, LITERALLY wavering like when you’re holding something heavy and your arms start to shake. I had no choice but to battle through it.

“Kaylee, listen I need to go to the bathroom like right now so I’ll be ba–”

“Nooo! One more second we just need to find the file right? And change it and we’ll be done.”

Fast forward a few more agonizing minutes, and I find her steam is installed to her desktop.

Her DESKTOP. It was a mess. I’m pretty sure some things were outright missing. It was like looking at a massacre. A literal massacre. I was so frustrated I could scream, and I needed to pee so fucking BADLY I could cry. Frantically looking around her desktop for the thing I was looking for, my entire body tensed up, and I could feel my bladder tightening and tightening trying to let something out. You know the feeling I mean, where you literally lock down as hard as possible just tensing, and your bladder is fighting back against you to force it out, and more often than not manages to leak it out? That happened to me and I quickly shut my mic off momentarily as I loudly groaned in protest, feeling a sizable leak painfully force its way out of me and into my pants. Looking down, I saw the grey darken, and could feel a bit of warmth pooling in my underwear and pants around my rear end. I clutched myself with both hands and waited for the wave to pass.

Then it hit me like a freight train, how stupid I was. I told her to open Steam, right click CSGO, go to properties and go to local files. I was so distracted by needing to piss like a racehorse that I forgot the easiest solution on earth. I had her go to the cfg folder and start clicking around. I was on the brink, I needed to have this done now or never. Bouncing up and down in my chair I started getting mad, none of the cfg files that were there had graphic and video settings. It dawned on me dreadfully. These were all for control settings. All of them. And my bladder was seconds away from giving out, I could feel it tensing up again ready to spill and I knew I wouldn’t be able to properly fight it this time.

“Kaylee I’ll be rig–”

“But–”
“Kaylee I’m about to piss my fucking pa–”

I clicked my mic off, tossing my headset aside and shooting up before I could finish my sentence. I couldn’t hold it. I COULDN’T hold it. I make a lot of noise when trying to hold it, so I switched my mic off in advance of the self begging.

“Oh god fuck fuck noplease fuck no”

It started to force its way out. Through me, through my panties, through my pants, into my fingers. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I started violently moaning and lurching, bouncing and trying to hold it back. It didn’t help, it just made it worse. The leak became a stream that almost hurt to try and stop, and I could feel my pants quickly growing warm and sopping. Realizing my chair was fabric, I jumped out and landed on my floor, on my knees. One hand gripping my desk, one hand on the floor, both keeping me upright. Upon hitting the floor, my bladder DROPPED and I full on exploded. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t, it was like unscrewing the cap on a firehydrant. PSSSSSSSH. My pajamas were soaked in seconds, and I had a huge puddle expanding underneath me at a rate that it might as well have been my own personal tsunami. I continually shuddered and lurched and loudly moaned (I’m very vocal when I lose it) until I was empty.

Eventually I managed to get upright, wiping my hand that was overtaken by the lake on the front of my absolutely destroyed pants; I had managed to soak them completely, front and back, as is usually the case with me. It was hard to find a dry spot. Cleaning this up would end up sopping an entire towel. I put my headset back on and told Kaylee that I had to suddenly leave anyway because I had to rush across the apartment to answer my phone. I stayed kneeling in my pee puddle and soaked pants until I had solved her issue. The CSGO graphics cfg is in userdata, not the install folder. I was so goddamn angry. So. Goddamn. Angry. Had her change the resolution to 1600x900 and all was good.

“Okay [Name Redacted], sorry for being so impatient and keeping you here and bothering you so much! You can go pee now!”

“Oh don’t worry I did all that when I went to go get the phone.”
“Kay! Talk to you later!”

And that was that. I cleaned up the mess, tossed my pj’s in the clothes basket, and watched some JoJo’s after taking care of various other needs, like [redacted] and food.

I hope you all enjoyed! Thank you for reading! Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message or whatever, I love you all! <3

Before You Bow Down

MEMBER/GROUP: Kim Namjoon (Rap Monster) // BTS

GENRE: lots. of. fluff. 

WORD COUNT: 4, 784 words 

SUMMARY: Living as an idol is hard. People tend to forget that you’re human and that you have breaking points. They expect and expect and turn their backs on you when you don’t satisfy. But, before you bow down, remember what’s more important: your own expectations. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: dedicated to the talented, beautiful and hardworking leader whom not a lot seem to appreciate. I love you, you beautiful angel. 

Your name: submit What is this?

Originally posted by ilalisa


“Y/N, TAKE TABLE TWO PLEASE, HE’S BEEN WAITING A WHILE.” 

Nodding, you grabbed an iPad and rushed towards the tall man sitting near the window, a mask concealing majority of his face. He wore an expensive looking watch, rings adorning several fingers. You could see the outline of his glasses as he gazed out the window, hints of blonde hair peeking out underneath the beanie he wore. 

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, sir, what can I get you?” 

He doesn’t respond. 

“Sir?” 

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“I Won’t Say I’m In Love” // Harry Hook x Reader (Daughter of Hades)

Hey hey hey ! Second imagine is ready ! Thanks so much guys for all the likes on the precedent one, I love you so much !! Hope you’ll like this one as much ! xoxo

Summary : You really hate Harry Hook, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about him since he conforted you…

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“How can he be your first mate ?”

You were seated next to your best friend Uma in her mother’s shop. The question crossed your lips as your eyes left Harry Hook who had just left the room after wincking at you. Harry was the first mate of Uma and you really hated him. He was annoying, flirting with you all the time despite all your efforts to push him away. He was maybe the person you hated the most in the world, after Mal and her gang who went to Auradon two months ago.

Uma looked at you like if you had turned mad.

“Harry is the most annoying guy on the Isle !”

“But he’s the best sword fighter of my crew.” She stopped talking for a minute or two before she asked : “Tell me, Y/N… Aren’t you a bit in love with him ?”

“What ?” you yelled louder than you wanted. Everybody looked at you. “Are you crazy, Uma ? No, of course not ! He’s such a…”

“So why are you always talking about him ?”

“I have never said…”

“No, never, just yesterday, the day before and the whole week…” she smiled. “Come on, you can tell me everything.”

“Uma, I’m not and I will never be in love with Hook” you answered as you stood up. “Gotta go, my brother’s waiting for me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See ya, Y/N. I’ll tell Harry you say hi” she laughed. You felt your hair becoming hotter, a sign that you were really angry. You got that - the fire hair - from your dad, Hades, the Lord of the Underworld.

On the way back to home, you couldn’t stop thinking of what Uma said. Why are you always talking about him ? Aren’t you a bit in love with him ? Come on, tell me.

If there’s a prize for rotten judgement,
I guess I’ve already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That’s ancient history, been there, done that

Here was the truth : two weeks ago, your boyfriend broke up with you. You were so sad, you spent almost a week crying about that. You usually went out of the town to be alone and cried and yelled after him as much as you needed. But this day, you heard someone.

“Well, well, well, who’s that guy that makes a such beautiful girl crying like this ?”

“Go away, Hook !” you shouted, wiping your tears.

You didn’t want to see him. But you heard his steps and guessed that he stopped next to you.

“Seth, uh ? Facilier’s son ?” he continued. “Uma told me he…”

“I said leave me alone.”

“I don’t like him. But I’m sorry for you, lass.”

You couldn’t believe what you’ve just heard. Harry Hook, sorry for you ? You looked up at him. He was smiling.

“Y/N, you’re a great person, and he didn’t deserve you.”

“But I loved him ! I really did ! And he just… he just…”

“Acted like an asshole. Honnestly, you couldn’t keep dating a guy like him. You deserve someone who really care about you, who will never let you down. He hurt you, and that’s the proof he was not made for you.”

He kneeled in front of you, his blue eyes fixing yours. You wiped them again.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again like that, Y/N. Now stop crying, please” he whispered to me. After a minute of silence, you asked :

“Why are you so nice with me ? You know I don’t like you.”

“Well, Uma would kill me if I let people causing you pain” he laughed. “Seriously, I hate seeing you hurt. Maybe you don’t like me, but I care about you. Even if you don’t succumb to my natural charm.”

You smiled against your will. He smiled back and gave you his hand. You took it and get up before you quickly released him. He escorted you to your home without added anything.

“Hook ?”

“Yes, Y/N ?”

“You’re still annoying. But thank you.”

“Whenever you need, princess of the Underworld.”

He imitated a reverence before he turned back and you entered into your house.

Who d'you think you’re kidding
He’s the earth and heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden,
Honey we can see right through you
Girl you can’t conceal it
We know how you’re feeling
Who you thinking of

Why couldn’t you chase Harry away from your mind ? You hated him, you knew he was even worst than your ex Seth Facilier. Harry would play with you and your feelings before he let you down. He seemed to care about you, but for how long ? If you would let him become your friend or… more, he would break you, like Seth did, but this time it would be worse.

“Come on, Y/N. Put yourself together. Stop thinking about him !”

But it was like an obsession.

I won’t let anyone hurt you again… I hate seeing you hurt. I care about you !

Aren’t you a bit in love with him ?

In love with him ?

You stopped walking and hit the ground with your feet.

“I can’t be in love with him ! Y/N, you can’t love a guy like him !”

“Everything’s alright, Y/N ?” you heard a voice saying behind you.

You turned round. A girl, older than you, with short black hair and blue eyes, wearing black clothes and lots of black make up, smiled at you. She was Harriet, Harry’s older sister. You always thought she and Harry looked a lot like each other. Harriet was three years older than you, but you knew her from your brother. Fun fact, they were close friends while you hated Harry.

“Hi, Harriet. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look like you really are. ‘Have a problem with a guy, uh ? I heard ya.”

“Actually… yes” you answered as Harriet started laughing. “I think I kinda have feelings for him, but I hate him at the same time.” Harriet laughed even more.

“Sweetie, I’d love talking with you 'bout that, but I’m lookin’ for Harry. Did ya see him ?”

“He was at Ursula Fish & Chips earlier, but he left before I did. Maybe I can help you to find him ?”

“You can go to the docks, I’ll look for Uma. She probably knows where he is.”

You left Harriet, determined to find Harry and talk about you two.

No chance no way I won’t say it, no no
(You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh)
It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love
I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming “Get a grip girl
Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out”

You didn’t know how long you searched him. But for sure, he was not on the docks. You suddently had an idea. Why not… where he found you the last week ? He knew that place, and no one ever came there.

You were right. Harry was seated where you were the last week, looking at some invisible point on the ground. His brown hair were messier than usually, his black eyeliner making dark marks under his blue eyes like he had… cried ?

“Are you ok, Hook ? Your sister’s looking for you.”

He didn’t answer. Something was clearly wrong with him. You finally stopped and sat next to him. He took his face in his hands. That really hurt you to see Harry like that.

“Harry ? Is everything alright ?”

“Would you… stay with me ? Please” he begged with a broken voice.

“Of course” you answered without thinking. “If you want to talk, I’m here. You can tell me anything.”

For about five minutes, none of you said a word.

“My dad.”

You bit your lip. There was no a single adult on the Isle who was a good parent with their children. You perfectly knew some of them were abusive, yelled, insulted their kids. Your dad wasn’t the worst - the only thing you worried about him were the moments of anger when his hair caught fire.

“He… He had always prefered my sisters. I’m just… I’m just a stupid boy, I don’t even deserve to be a pirate.”

“What !”

You looked at him, chocked. You saw something broken in his eyes, that you have never seen. And he looked so sad… You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him, Harry. You are amazing, you are Uma’s first mate !”

“He said I’m nothing. I…”

“Harry Hook ! Stop bullying yourself !” you yelled. Surprised, he looked at you. “You are wonderful, Harry. You are the best sword fighter of the Isle. You are loyal, always there for the people you love. You are the boy who stayed with me when I was sad, even if I tried to push you away, even if you thought I hated you. You are not perfect, but no one is. And if your father doesn’t want you, I do. I…”

You stopped talking. What were you saying ?

Girl you can’t deny it
Who you are is how you’re feeling
Baby we’re not buying
Hon we saw you hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown-up
When you gonna own up that you got got got it bad

Harry was still looking at you. And you did something that amaze yourself. You wrapped your arm around his neck, brought your face closer to his and kissed him. You closed your eyes as you connected your lips at his. Harry took only a few seconds before kissing you back. And you loved every seconds of that moment. You loved his salty lips, their softness, you loved feeling his hand on your cheek trying to bring you even more closer.

“What a nice surprise” he muttered against your lips. “Maybe I’ll be depressed more often if you kiss me like that every time.”

“Don’t push it, Hook. I still hate you.”

“Of course, darlin’ of course. I love you too.”

He kissed you one more time, before you stood up.

“My gosh, Harry, because of you I’m late ! My brother’s waiting for me, I have to go.”

He get up too and put his arm aroung your waist.

“May I escort you, Lady of the Underworld ?”

You rolled your eyes, making him laughed. He kissed your forehead before you two walked back into town.

No chance no way I won’t say it, no no
(Give up, give in, check the grin you’re in love)
This scene won’t play I won’t say I’m in love
(We’ll do it until you admit you’re in love)
You’re way off base I won’t say it
Get off my case I won’t say it
(Girl don’t be proud it’s okay you’re in love)
At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love

l-space-paint-l  asked:

Could you do a tutorial or give me some tips on how to digitally paint hair is the hardest for me thanks for your time:)

Some tips:

*Never color black hair with pure black, it makes it look bad and you cant put shades on it and, its very difficult to make good lights too. Its much better if you put like a dark gray or something like that but never paint it black.

*Is more preferable if you do not use very saturated colors for the hair, it’s just too bright and make it difficut to watch, putting away the fact that it makes it look very ugly if you dont know how to use that kind of saturated colors.

*Have fun painting it, take your time. I do, and tbh one of the best parts for me its painting the hair, it makes me feel relaxed.


I hope it helped a little bit at least (?)

also sorry again if you didnt understand, my english is a little crappy and my handwriting is very confusing for some people <:0

Birthday wishes- Justin bieber imagine(mature)

In which he receives his birthday present. BTW, i need to chill.

“Y/N!” I call out for her as I sit against the headboard waiting for her to come out of the bathroom and show me her ‘costume’ already. It was my birthday today and she insisted she’ll give me a surprise tonight. She pops her head out slightly from the door, smiling at me. She suddenly jumps out with her hands in the air.

“Ta-Da” she says, grinning.

“So sexy,” I mutter, my mind not comprehending anything else but the angel standing in front of me.

My eyes scan her from bottom to top, not believing how amazing she looked and at the fact that she was all mine.

She raises her hands to cover her face and shakes her head rapidly, “this is so embarrassing.”

“Come here,” I say, extending both of my arms out, signalling for her to come. She drops her hands to her side and stares at me, slightly blushing.

“I hate you,” she whines as she crawls up the end of bed and begins to look at me with those seductive eyes. I glance down at her chest for second, wanting nothing but to rip the tiny black outfit off her body already. She didn’t know how incredibly sexy and cute she was, she drove me insane at everything little thing she does.

Not being able to keep my hands longer, I impatiently lunge myself at her body, like a lion darting at its prey. I hug her tiny body and flip her underneath me. I stare at her face. I notice the way her hair flew into a large mess, the way her face looked so amazingly perfect or the way her eyes made me fall in love with her every time I look into then was so crazy to even comprehend into words. 

I begin to graze down at her, my eyes traveling all over her body and up to her gorgeous face. She smiles at me. I stare at her lips, so amazingly kissable, making me want to bite down on it so hard until it bleeds. I shake my thoughts out of head as I rewind back to pleasuring Y/N.

As quick as a bullet, I quickly begin to kiss down on her neck, sucking her delicate skin. I slowly make my way to her chest. I slowly pull her lacey black bra down, exposing her perfect shoulders. Literally every bit of her body was breathtakingly beautiful. I continue to slowly pull it further, now revealing her perky mounds. I lower my head until it was levelled with her chest. I take her left nipple between my lips and gently bite down on it, poking it with my tongue. I gaze up in her direction, not wanting to miss her reaction. Her bottom lip is harshly taken between her teeth, her eyes shut completely, hands gripping the white bed sheets tightly and her heart beating rapidly against my head.

“Mhmm,” I mutter purposely against her, lips still teasing her erect nubs. The vibrations of my voice, startle her, causing her to let out a muffled whine. Although it was suppose to be my birthday, seeing Y/N struggle against my touch was more pleasurable than anything else. After a few minutes of teasing, i decide to bring it up a notch and leave her breasts and begin to kiss down her stomach. I look up to her face and sees her eyes staring back at mine, following my every move. Loving her attention on me, it makes me eager to please her even more.

Soon, my face is levelled with her lower body. I lean down and peck both of her thighs lightly, purposely avoiding her area. I could feel her eyes sending daggers at me, wanting nothing but to get her way. I gently kiss her through the black lace, feeling her dampness agasint my lips.

“Ugh,” she sighs as her legs quickly wraps them around me neck, holding me into a headlock position. I smirk at her impatient actions. I grip the back of her thighs gently and look up to her, not giving her what she wants just yet.

“Tell me baby,” I begin to say, blowing my hot breath against her core as I speak, “What do you want?”

“Justi-n,” she whines out my name, her voice sounding out of breath. I grin mechanically but still continue to tease her to the max by ignoring her whine and kissing the inside of her thighs instead, avoiding the spot where she needed me the most. Loving the control I had over body, I grip her thighs a bit tighter and asks her the same question, forcing an answer out of her sweet mouth. She doesn’t reply, biting on her bottom lip harshly. So I retract my mouth away from her all at once, testing her next move.

“Please Justin,” she instantly breathes out, “fuck me.”

Happy with the response i wanted to hear, I begin to pull her panties down and slide them down her legs with my fingers. I look up to see her, her expression looking so dazed and hot, making wanting to stop this game and fuck her continuously with her moaning out my name continuously. I begin to slowly pull her legs apart, to open them to my hungry eyes. I grip the inside of her thighs, slowly separating them. I can feel her hesitation as she keeps her legs still, not cooperating with me.

“Don’t be shy, baby.” I say in a warming tone, hoping she would listen to me. “Open your legs for me Y/N.”

I look up to her face. She looks nervous and shy, her eyes slanting down with an worried expression. I lower my head down between her legs, keeping eye contact as i do and slowly began to blow my warm breath against her delicous core. She stares down at me, focusing on the every move. I stick my tongue out, licking her with the tip of my tongue. She bites down on her bottom him harshly, instantly closing her eyes. I slowly lick her up, tasting her sweet juices on my tastebuds as I slowly began to separate her legs for me once more. Her core was so delicious, making me want to taste every bit of her, wanting me to eat her up everyday just for my own pleasure.

“That’s it baby girl,” I groan, watching her squirm under my touch. Her facials are so intense and sexy, making me want to cum instantly. I reach down with my left hand and pull down my grey sweat pants, along with my boxers in one swift motion. The strain of the material isn’t present anymore, making me groan in satisfaction. I look between her luscious core, wet and ready for me and my aching stiff member, begging for attention. I struggle to hold my my need for her as i began to glide my hands along my shaft. I felt so turned on, precum started to be visible as it began to appear at my tip. Without thinking, I slam into her core, taking not only her by surprise but myself as well. I was so ready for her I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I feel relief as I feel her warm tight muscle around me, sending me off into paradise.

“So fucking good,” I breath out breathlessly, the pleasure sucking my breath out of my lunges. I open my eyes to find Y/N staring right back at me. She smiles teasingly, “Justin,” she laughs. “I didn’t know you needed me that much,” she giggles as she continues to laugh at my neediness.

I start to feel anger bubble up into me as she still hasn’t stopped. “Keep these above your head,” I deeply growl at her, still slightly embarrassed at my actions, I narrow my eyes at her, warning her further. I keep her arms above her head in a tight hold, gripping me harshly with my left hand.

“You’re hurting me,” she whines softly. I ignore her pleas as I violently slam my stiff hard length into her, sterching her tight core instantly. The feeling of her tight walls rubbing against me was more to make myself let go but I hold tight onto my orgasm, wanting to bring Y/N closer first. I take my bottom lip between my teeth, holding in my desperate groans needing to be released as I continue to move myself inside of Y/N as quick as I could. Her presence made me feel weak and made me fall apart instantly, now it was me begging for her instead. I watch down at her, her eyes shut tightly, her pink lips slightly open with nothing but heavy breathing to be heard. She looks so sexy yet so vulnerable. I love seeing her like this, it made me proud to see her squirming under my body and i wanted to keep seeing her like this, like a video on replay.

I let her arms free as I reach out with my fingers and began to rub her erect nubs, wanting to bring her closer to the edge. Her voice begins to shake in pleasure as begins to let out heavy pants.

“Oh my go-d,” she barely lets out, her voice sounds so erotic and sweet, singing sensationally to my ears.

I start to feel the intense heat as i felt sweat rising against my forehead, back and chest.

I could suddenly feel my orgasm approaching earlier than I thought, I glance at Y/N to see her eyes shut closed, her hands grabbing the white linen sheets, tugging on dear life. She begins to shake her body. Her core begins to pulse my member, making me feel out of this world as she lets go, her juice leaking out of her core and down the insides of her thighs. I close my eyes tightly at the sight, so eortic as it plays in my head again. The feeling of her muscles, squeezing my shaft tightly, so wet and amazing, makes myself let go. I start to enter her sloppily as my pace become unsteady. I pull out of her. I open my eyes to see her face sweaty and hair wild like she just woke up. She looked so sexy as she lays there with large eyes gleaming back into mine.

“I love you,” I say seriously.

She smiles slyly at me, “Happy birthday,” she cheers before leaving her head off the pillow and pecking my lips.

anonymous asked:

Is this your first barefoot cosplay? I remembered a long time ago I saw these clear footpads that would stick to your feet so that it would look like you were barefoot from above. Something to consider if you reconsider doing Inuyasha! (maybe even human inuyasha with sexy long black hair >///<)

Ahaha I know what you’re talking about but I don’t really like it cause its not all that sturdy. I prefer just wearing sandals and taking them off for photos. And this is not my first barefoot cosplay, I was also barefoot for Jack Frost and walked around in the snow barefoot!

How To Save A Life // A Jughead Jones Imagine

Prompt: You realize Jughead isn’t happy with you


You stopped dead in your tracks in the door way of the editing room. Betty and Jughead were talking, you could tell it was deep, and Betty’s hand on his arm let you know you wouldn’t be welcomed.
Silently, you left the room and headed for the foot ball field to find Archie. Your mind was racing, you found yourself on autopilot making your way out of the building. He was there, working on the one day they didn’t have practice, his shirt discarded on the bleachers, his water bottle empty. Instead of grabbing his attention, you ran back to the student lounge to get him some more water and ice. When you returned, he was standing by the bleachers, hands on his hips, eyes squinted, looking around.
“Hey Arch, sorry, I saw you were out and got you some more water.” You explained as you quickened your pace.
“No problem, thanks, (Y/N). Whats up? You never come near me when I’m dirty. Besides, I thought you and Cheryl were having a thing with Ronnie and Jughead.” You shrugged and pushed your hair out of your face.
“Jughead canceled it. He and Betty had something more important to do.” You said, hoping your voice didn’t betray how upset you were.
“More important than you?” His eyebrows raised. You sat down on the bleachers, smoothing your dress over your thighs, and let your shoulders fall.
“Yeah.” The red head shook his head and plopped down beside you.
“No, absolutely not. What’s going on?”
“I dunno Arch, I just. I feel like- Like maybe I’m not the right person to be with him. And he knows it.”
“What are you even talking about, I’ve seen the way you two look at each other.”
If only Archie knew. Tears slowly formed in your (e/c) eyes.
“Its not what you think, he doesn’t talk to me, but when he does, I feel unwanted, like I’m boring him. I feel like Im not the right type for him you know?”
“No, actually.” You sighed, he sounded angry.
“Archie I’m dramatic, and shallow. I hang out with the mean girls, I read old southern gothic books, and dream in black and white. I shop and gossip and care more about my hair than I do about half of my friends. Jughead, he’s smart and intelligent, he hates everything I am. I know he doesn’t like to associate with me in public, he hates being around me, especially when I’m with Cheryl.”
“(Y/N) please don’t say that.” Archie said. You sat in total silence for a few moments, tears trickling down your face. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”
You smiled sadly over at Archie. “I’m not.” He looked away, shoulders hunched. He was running his nail over the pad of his thumb, a tick he developed in ninth grade that only reared when he was upset.
“You know, he’s so happy with Betty. Do you think- Should I let him go?”
Archie was quiet for a minute, contemplating. You refused to look at him but you could feel his eyes on you. “I just want you to be happy.” He said finally.
“I have to go.” You said abruptly jumping up, your mind made up. You threw your bag over your shoulder and started walking back towards the building.
You knocked on the door, Betty and Jughead looked over their shoulder at you. Jughead smiled at you. “Hey.”
“(Y/N)! Hi!” Betty called out.
“Hey Betty!” You responded and wrapped your arms around her shoulders from the back. “So good to see you! Hey, uhm, can you give Jughead and I a minute?” His face fell.
Betty left with no complaint. “What’s going on (Y/N)? You look upset.” He noted as you sat in the chair Betty was previously in.
“I’m fine, Jug. We just need to talk. I need you to listen, not say a single word, just listen.”
He nodded. You explained to him everything you told Archie and how you just wanted him to be happy and how you knew it wouldn’t be with you.
“(Y/N),” He started. “I don’t think you’re a bad person because you spend hours on your hair. You’re one of my best friends. You’ll always be one of my best friends-”
“And you, mine.” You cut him off. “Take care of Betty or I’ll kill you.” You said, attempting to laugh, and wiping your eyes softly. “There is somebody I need to go find, so if you want to hang out with me this weekend, let me know.”
Jughead stood up to hug you, you held him for just a second before turning to leave. You ran down the hall towards the locker rooms, barging in without knocking you came face to face with your (thankfully) clothed friend.
“Archie.”

‘it makes me look cooler’ Sirius didn’t know why Remus felt guilty, the full moon was over and he liked the new addition to his eyebrow quite a lot.

do i love you more than you love me? [mingkit]

Summary: ming is big, bright, and loud. he is “i love you” in sky writing, a thousand paper cranes, and limitless amounts of PDA. kit is reserved, private, and sensual. he is “i love you” in soft kisses, reminders to eat, and eyes that trust. ming learns that love isn’t just about showing; it’s also about seeing.

[from ming, with love]

“so handsome.” ming said as easily as he breathed, pulling kit’s necktie through the loop. he traced down kit’s chest with one finger.
“talking about me or the tie?” kit joked.
“well, i wouldn’t have bought it for you if i didn’t like it.” ming pulled the tie tight and grinned at kit. “i like you too, of course.”
“shut up.” kit blushed after staring at ming a little too long. he rammed his bag into ming’s chest and huffed. “let’s go.”
“as you wish!”

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This is what you call training

Request: anonymous: Derek Hale imagine where him and female reader have an argument but they make up in the end with lots of fluff?

Paring: Derek Hale • Reader 

Summary: Y/N is forced by Derek to train and to fight Scott. Her and Derek end up arguing but then making up.

A/N: Enjoy!

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