i know the whole point of the movie was for her to realize that this was wrong

Art School Stereotypes I’ve observed*


  • N e r d s
  • Unhealthily obsessed with video games, anime, Disney, or some sick combination of the three
  • One of the most sleep-deprived majors, but also surprisingly chipper (there are exceptions)
  • Instantly recognizable by their triforce t-shirts or Pokemon Go snapbacks
  • In spite of everything, they have the highest population of straight-edge asexuals
  • If you weren’t straight edge and celibate before, then prepare to be, because you’re about to disown all bodily urges and dedicate your life to drawing cartoon animals


  • Like Animation majors, but cooler and much better taste in fashion. A little less tech-savvy, though
  • Comic book nerds

Painting & Drawing

  • A friend of mine once said, “People who love animation go into animation. Then they realize it’s a ton of work and switch to illustration. Then they realize THAT’S a ton of work and switch into Painting & Drawing.”
  • Highest percentage of colorful hair and weird tattoos/piercings
  • grunge
  • Listen to music you’ve never heard of
  • Smoke a LOT, asthmatics beware


  • Kinda stereotypical stoners or high level artsy kids, but not that pretentious 
  • Somehow even more conceptual and indie than P&D
  • Behind the ceramics building, there’s a sculpture garden of all the sculptures of students past. Every night, the campus closes at 4AM. They say it’s for security, but I say it’s because the sculptures all come to life at that point. I mean, think about it. The whole “spooky midnight hour” is so cliche, I don’t know anyone who DOESN’T stay up till midnight at least once a week. But 4AM? That’s the true witching hour. The hour that belongs only to the living sculptures (and architecture majors I guess)


  • Frankly, the least hygienic major
  • All the males and most of the females have a rank odor after being sweatily hunched over the steaming hot forges for too long
  • Might be stoners, but the chill, easy-to-hang-out-with stoners
  • Probably the most like a real family. I always walk by the Glass Studio at night and feel the breeze of warm air from their fire, catch a riff of tasteful classic rock, and hear the echoes of genuine laughter from within. It must be nice to have a home.


  • I dunno, I’ve never met one. They put on some sick gallery shows, though.

Graphic Design

  • In spite of Graphic Design as an art not being super emotional or indie compared to, say, Painting, the GD majors are probably some of the most tortured souls I’ve met
  • I used to be best friends/date a GD major and watched before my eyes as she was crushed by the world around her from Freshman to Junior year. Honestly I’m not sure if she still goes here. We don’t talk anymore, it’s too painful. I miss her, or rather, I miss the person she used to be. The person she used to be before Graphic Design.
  • I’m now roommates with a poor little GD Freshman, and I worry about her every day. Not as a lover like with the last one, but as a parent. What will happen to her? How long will she last? Cheyenne, if you’re reading this, run away while you still can.
  • Gets excited about fonts and kerning.
  • I don’t really know what kerning is.


  • Outdoorsy and nature loving hippies
  • The chillest major, I envy them
  • Photography IS hard work, don’t get me wrong, but come ON! You travel to a beautiful mountain spring, snap a few pictures, and call it a day
  • Never need to pull all-nighters
  • Seriously, I deeply respect Photography as an art and all BUT


  • Some of them are also outdoorsy and nature loving hippies, the rest are hipSTERS
  • “I don’t watch ‘movies.’ I watch Films.
  • Apparently they have something of a drug problem, i.e., half the class comes in stoned
  • My friend Chris said one of the film teachers plays Porno he made in class, I’m not sure if he was messing with me or not


  • Oh boy, Architecture
  • The coldest hearts of any major
  • The only nice Architecture majors are the first years. After that last final, something inside of them breaks. At that point they either crawl to a different major in submission, or become as sharp, straight, and lifeless as the buildings which they spend so much time designing
  • They literally do not sleep
  • Seriously, I was pulling an all-nighter last week (since the Architecture place is the only place open 24/7) and I swear to god there was an entire CLASSFULL of the Architects up and jamming from 10pm to 7am. I tried to sleep, but the Architecture majors just wouldn’t quit. Also, it was so cold there. So cold. Cold from the hearts of fifth-year Architects. I’m bringing my winter backpacking sleeping bag next time.

Industrial Design

  • Mostly foreign exchange students, especially Chinese, Indian, and Korean
  • I don’t speak Chinese, Indian, OR Korean so I can’t say much else
  • Vaguely like Architecture majors, only they appear to have a normal spectrum of human emotions 

Interactive Design

  • What is Interactive Design? Honestly I don’t really know. Like making Apps or some shmuck.
  • Tech
  • Graphic Designers who love themselves


  • Mostly female
  • Obviously they’re very very VERY nicely dressed
  • Calm, confident, but also have fun sides


  • Most of the textiles students I’ve met are just stop-motion loving Animators
  • I think the ones that aren’t are probably like grandmas that love knitting or something


  • Honestly I didn’t know this was a major until like last semester
  • The only furniture major I’ve met was this Norwegian dude who looked like a greek god 
  • We were once assigned to do a group project together but then he blew me off to go surfing so I had to do it myself. Seriously? Surfing???? Like I’d be mad but that’s a cool reason to blow someone off. Hell, I’d blow people off surfing if I had the easy life of a non-animation-major


  • “We have a writing program?”
  • They’re cool though
  • Get really excited about books. I’ve read only about three or four books so I kind of just smile and nod while they talk
  • Seem genuinely interested in other people’s stories

Community Art

  • I’m not entirely sure what this is
  • Passionate about social justice and teamwork

Disclaimer: No offense to any of them (except architecture majors)

*At California College of the Arts from my relativley limited perspective as an animation major who frankly has only had minimal interactions with the others

“Would you forget?“

No extended summary at the moment because everything below is a spoiler (!!), I’ll just say heartbreak and party. 

Warning: swearing & mild SPOILERS for Episode 2 (you’ve been warned!)
Steve Harrington x Reader
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anonymous asked:

genuine question: why do you not like people refering to lucio specifically as "boy"? tumblr tends to call every character boy/boi especialy since the mcelroys became popular so what is it about lucio in particular that isnt good to call him boy

The short answer: it’s because he’s black and the people doing it are largely white and there’s cultural baggage surrounding white people using the words “boy” and “son” to address black men. 

The long answer starts out with the idea of tonedeafness and a fandom phenomenon that crops up when predominately white fanbases are exposed to dimensional, compelling characters of color. The same thing happened with Star Wars and Pacific Rim and so many other diverse franchises lately. 

A lot of the time, white fans are genuinely not trying to be racist, but most of their faves up to this point have been white, and they haven’t considered that perhaps the way they write and talk about those faves would take on different implications when the characters’ race is considered. 

For instance, and I get in trouble a lot for bringing this up, but a few months ago there was a Disney AU fanart of Finn and Rey from Star Wars as Tarzan and Jane. Now, in the movie, Tarzan and Jane are both white, but in the art, the impact changes because Finn is a black man and the artist drew him as an animalistic ape-man who meets a delicate high-class British woman who “civilizes” him. Obviously the Tarzan/Jane dynamic has a very VERY different meaning if Tarzan is depicted as black and Jane is depicted as white, and it is in fact racist to depict Finn that way even if it wouldn’t even be the smallest problem to draw, say, Iron Man and Pepper Potts in the same exact situation. (Also if anyone is Tarzan in that pairing, it’s Rey, but I digress)

So you get these situations where people are trying to do the stuff they always do for all characters, only their faves have mostly been white up to this point so they’ve never really had to consider the racial implications of the stuff they say and write about those characters. That’s why they draw D.Va as an infant without realizing that the infantilization of East Asian women is actually a harmful racist practice, and then when informed of this fact, instead of saying “oh shit, I didn’t know I was contributing to that! Thanks for telling me, I’ll stop doing it,” they get defensive and claim that actually it doesn’t matter if the end product is 100% identical to racism, because they didn’t intend for it to be racist, that’s not what they were trying to do.

Also, generally speaking, they don’t do the same thing to white characters. While jokes at the expense of Soldier: 76 and Zarya are usually things like “he’s old and grumpy” or “she’s really strong,” jokes about Reaper are more like “he’s got a huge dick and he’s abusive and a rapist” and jokes about D.Va are usually “she’s a dirty and mischievous subhuman creature and the white guy is like her dad.” The fact that a lot of people make all these jokes and think they’re roughly equivalent speaks to how much unconscious racism they’ve got to purge from their system. 

Alright, so now that we understand that, let’s get into a little more of why “boy” and “son” in particular are not the sort of thing you should not call Lucio. 

The first and main reason is that he’s a grown man, aged 26, but more importantly, he is a black man. Historically, the words “boy” and “son” have been used on black men for two reasons: 

  1. Because even grown black men were to be treated as childlike under white supremacy, esp. under slavery, and even after the abolition of slavery, the words “boy” and “son” are still used in order to talk down to black men. You will still frequently catch younger white people address black men older than them as “boy” or “son,” especially in a service capacity (i.e. a black waiter or employee at a store). Under slavery, the dominant white supremacist narrative was that even the smartest black people were only on the level of white children, which is obviously a complete falsehood fabricated to justify their continued subjugation by saying “they’d be lost without us.” So, by referring to black men as “boy” or “son,” that’s the message that was being communicated, that even though any given black person is grown, they’re still viewed as roughly mentally equivalent to children. 
  2. A lot of slaveowners didn’t feel it was worth it to learn the individual names of their slaves, so they would simply address them as “boy” or “son” (or “girl” or a variety of other degrading names for women) and this practice continued even after the abolition of slavery. Again, calling back to the “black waiter” situation I referred to earlier, you still sometimes see white patrons referring to black employees as “boy” or “son” in this way. For older people, they would use the terms “Auntie” and “Uncle” as a way to deny them honorific titles such as “Mister” and “Miss,” which is where we get mascots like “Aunt Jemima” and “Uncle Ben,” both of whom were derived from this practice. A similar example is how a lot of white railroad passengers wouldn’t bother to learn the names of their car’s porter and would simply call them all “George,” which again sort of demonstrates my point: the name “George” isn’t inherently racist, lots of people have that name, but to call a black guy doing their job that carries different implications even if you “didn’t mean it that way.”

So generally, there’s nothing wrong with the words “boy” or “son” most of the time, but when you address a black man this way, it carries a whole different implication. I’m not trying to condemn anyone morally or say “you’re evil if you’ve ever used these words about Lucio” or anything, but back to the beginning of this:

I am assuming you all have positive intent, that you are all well-meaning and that you are definitely not trying to be racist. Because of this, I feel like it’s my responsibility to tell you when a thing you’re saying carries meanings that you maybe didn’t consider and definitely didn’t mean to imply. I know I would feel foolish and guilty if I found out something I’d been saying casually actually had a racist meaning that I wasn’t aware of, so I just want to say that if anyone reading this is (like me) a white person who’s really truly well-intentioned and doesn’t mean to be racist at all, your response here should be “oh wow, I didn’t know that Boy and Son are names you generally shouldn’t call black people, I’ll be more conscious of that in the future,” and if your response is to become defensive and try to prove that it isn’t bad because you didn’t mean it “that way,” it either means you aren’t well-intentioned and do mean to be racist OR it means you didn’t read the post. 

That being said, I’m happy to inform where I can, but I’m also not black, and a lot of black writers have explained this a lot more eloquently than me. I suggest you do some googling and research what they’ve said on the subject, because I’m sure they’ll give you a clearer picture than I possibly can. 

beginner’s guide to horror movies

Okay, so you’ve seen a few scary movies and enjoyed them, and now you’re looking to expand your horror prowess. Maybe you’ve been reading/listening to a lot of creepypasta, and you feel like you’re ready to take the plunge. Or maybe you just have a feeling that you’d like horror, but have no idea where to start. 

I’ve been a huge fan of all things creepy and scary for years. I was just reading an article called, “Horror Gems You Haven’t Seen Yet” and realized that I actually had seen almost every film on the list, so I guess that makes me an expert. So, my new baby horror fans, allow me to introduce you to the genre.

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Needs Of Approval: Pt. 2

Pairing: Kol x Reader x Klaus (Ft. Elijah)

Warnings: some violence

Word Count: 1713


The feelings you had for each other grew more and more each day. After that whole situation with Esther attempting to kill her children, everything started to calm down a little. The best part of it was that you and Kol were able to spend more time together.

One thing led to another, meaning you and Kol eventually ended up becoming an item. The hardest part about it was keeping it a secret from Klaus. You and Kol even included Rebekah and Elijah in this lie and thankfully, they both approved from seeing how happy their brother makes you.

Every time Klaus was home, you had to keep your distance from Kol. But man, whenever Klaus left to ‘take care of things’, you would jump in his arms like it was your last day on earth.

You don’t know when you’ll ever tell Klaus and you don’t know if the day will ever come that you’re ready.

The day was spent with Rebekah shopping around in a city just outside of Mystic Falls. You were exhausted, so the first thing you did was brush your teeth and put on your pj’s. Then, you closed out the night watching some TV. You didn’t know where Kol was; you expected he was at The Grill or something having a drink.

Your eyes were getting heavy as you were laid up in bed and just minutes later, you fell asleep.

Klaus comes into your room to tell you that he’ll be back later and not to look for him. He assumed you were awake because he could hear your TV on from down the hall, but you were knocked out cold so you had no idea he was in here. Standing at the edge of the bed, he smiles at you, then plants a kiss on your forehead. “My sweet Y/N.” He whispers, trying not to wake you. No matter how old you get, he’ll always see you as the little daughter he never had.

Kol walks in, assuming Niklaus had already left, but he was wrong. He goes wide eyed seeing him, then tries to quickly walk away with stealth, but his older brother noticed and stops him, using vampire speed to stand face to face with him. “What is your business here, little brother? I don’t suppose your reason is to tuck in Y/N, because I already have.” He says, sounding like a complete smart ass with a huge grin on his face.

Kol just wanted to cuddle in bed with you and maybe even get freaky under the sheets. Luckily, he quickly thought of a believable lie. Sounding as confident as he could so that Klaus doesn’t see through him. “Actually Nik, Miss Y/N happened to borrow one of my movies the other night and I was coming in to ask for it back.” Kol glanced over at you, then looked back at his brother. “But seeing as she’s asleep, I shall ask her tomorrow.”

“Well alright then.” Klaus raises his brows, then walks out of the room.

Kol exhaled from relief, then uses his vampire hearing. He hears Klaus walk out the front door and a minute later, he hears him turn on his car and finally drive off. That’s when Kol found it as the perfect time to be able to have the chance to lay in bed with you. His movement from getting under the covers wakes you enough to notice it’s him. 

“Hi love.” You greeted him with your tired, raspy voice.

“Go back to sleep, darling.” Kol said, running his fingers through your hair. You laid on your head on his chest and wrapped an arm around him, then fell back asleep.

Kol was fighting the urge to fall asleep. But, the battle was lost between him and sleep, so he ended up drifting off.

Hours later, the deep sleep that the two of you are having gets disrupted. Klaus comes home to the silence within the walls. Walking by your bedroom, from habit, he glances to look inside since your door was wide opened. He noticed Kol sleeping in your bed and that’s when all hell breaks loose.

“What the bloody hell is going on here!” Klaus shouts with fire in his eyes.

There’s no doubt that it woke the two of you up. Kol wakes up immediately, jumping from fear and you lazily wake up with tired eyes thinking ‘who in the world is shouting at this hour?’

Kol gets off of the bed. “Brother.” He says calmly while putting his hands up in defense. He was hoping the tone in his voice would help Klaus listen to his explanation.

You go wide eyed after finally realizing Klaus caught you and Kol. You sit up in the bed. “W-we can explain.” Your voice grew weak from the guilt that you felt.

Klaus ignores you and immediately shoots a look at his little brother. He vamp speeds towards him, holding his throat up against the wall.

“Care to explain what you’re doing in Y/N’s bed!” He pauses and glances at you, then continues, “my-my daughter’s bed!”

Wow. Hearing Klaus calling you his daughter gave you all kinds of feels. This made you feel even more guilty going behind his back. You didn’t bother getting up to stop Klaus because you know that you can’t stop him once he’s in a rage. So you sat there pouting, letting the guilt eat you alive.

From the corner of your eye, you see a figure walk in and thank goodness, it’s Elijah. Elijah is probably the only person in the world that can calm him down.

“Niklaus.” Elijah says firmly to his brother, the original hybrid.

“Elijah, this is not your fight. Please leave so I can rip our darling brother, Kol in half.” Klaus says. He releases Kol from his choke hold and then immediately stabs him with the nearest object. Klaus digs it deeper and deeper, making Kol at a loss for breath from the pain. You gasped at a distance.

“Nik…p-p-please.” Kol struggles getting the words out of his mouth.

Elijah vampire speeds towards his brothers to separate them. “Stop this childish nonsense at once.” Elijah turns to Klaus and you quickly run over to Kol to make sure he’s okay.

“Now. Please inform me as to why you are so hostile towards Kol?” Elijah asks Niklaus.

“That vile creature we call our brother was making himself cozy in Y/N’s bed!” He pointed at Kol with hatred in his eyes.

“Calm yourself, Niklaus.” Elijah said in a stern tone, holding his brother at his shoulders to calm him.

Since Kol is all healed, you walked over to Klaus to explain yourself and Elijah removed his hands from Klaus. “Klaus please. I know this is hard to take in and I know we are terrible for keeping this from you. But Kol and I have been seeing each other.”

“You what?” Klaus looked shocked.

“Well-” You paused, looking down at your twiddling fingers, then looked back up. You were scared to death to tell him. “-For awhile now actually.” Kol walks over to stand next to you and crosses his arms.

This disgusts Klaus because he knows all of the inhumane things that Kol has done in these 1000 years of existence, which is the reason why he has daggered him all of these times. “This is a joke?” Klaus did a fake devil-ish laugh, which scared you even more.

“Perhaps not.” Kol said.

“No, brother.” Elijah added.

Klaus looks over at Elijah with a puzzled look on his face. “You knew, Elijah? You knew and you kept this from me?”

“Correct.” Elijah responded.

“I-” Klaus says, but Elijah cuts him off.

“-The reasoning for keeping this all a secret is because of this exact reaction.”

You looked down and sighed. This whole thing is just a mess. Now, a part of you wished you had never fallen for Kol and that the two of you merely saw each other as just roommates. But you can’t help who you fall for.

Kol slowly walks up to Klaus. “I’m sorry, Nik. But I love her.” He glances back at you and smiles, but that smile is quickly gone because Klaus darts toward Kol with yellow eyes and his fangs out.

Klaus sinks his fangs into Kol’s neck while Kol screams in pain. You gasp at this sudden action. Klaus pulls away, looking satisfied as ever and that’s when you found the opportunity to comfort Kol.

But instead of accepting your comfort, Kol decided he has had it with Klaus attacking him and tries to have a go at him, but Elijah quickly puts himself in between the two.

“Enough.” Elijah growled.

Seeing the two people you care about the most just breaks your heart, so you immediately run out of the room to sit and cry at the bottom of the stairs. Kol immediately runs after you to comfort you while Elijah handles his stubborn brother.

“Niklaus. You have to be more open minded. For Y/N’s sake.”

“Elijah are you not aware of how reckless our little brother is?” Klaus goes to your balcony to get fresh air, with Elijah following behind him.

“Yes, I am aware. But what you do not see is that your dear Y/N is now a grown woman. She should be free to be with whomever she pleases. Even if it’s Kol, out of all people.”

“If he lays one finger on her hair-” Klaus tightens his grip on top of balcony railing.

“I know. He knows. From what Rebekah & I have witnessed is that he is good to her. She simply tames him. He hasn’t been reckless since.”

“I will not take your word for it until I see the actions myself.”

Out of the blue, Kol walks in, weak from pain, and makes himself present on the balcony. “Brother, please hear me out.” Kol pleaded.

Instead of hearing Kol’s part, Klaus speaks instead. “If you so much break her little heart, I’m going to make you suffer in ways your spoiled, little mind cannot possibly imagine.

Kol opened his mouth to speak, but Klaus quickly walks away to go and make things right with you.

texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.

Savior (Mike Wheeler x Reader)

Originally posted by reedstrangerthings

Request:  “Scary Movie Night” was so so so cute! Can I request a Mike X Reader where the reader is like a year or 2 older than Mike and she stops Troy and his goons from beating up Mike and the guys one day and mike just completely falls for her?

Author Note: I only did this one because I’m completely absorbed with Stranger Things considering Stranger Things 2 has literally left me amazed in all aspects. It was just brilliant and I loved every moment. I hope this is great I’d love to hear your thoughts! Also I would love some Stranger things requests at some point.

A yelp sounded just a little ways down catching (Y/n) off guard.Her eyebrows furrowed as another yelp sounded. The cool august breeze teased her skin as she stopped at an intersection near the center of Hawkins. Her eyes scanned the streets curiously wondering if a dog had made the noise. There was nothing in sight though only a few cars strolling by on the early Saturday morning.

She shook her head and stuffed her hands in her pocket. Perhaps she had just imagined the whole thing. It wouldn’t be the first time that she imagined something like this. “Leave him alone!”  A voice shouted somewhere to her left. (Y/n) tensed slightly at the voice, but followed it nonetheless. She could hear a faint voice just a little ways down.

What is going on? (Y/n) stopped near an alleyway as something thudded against the ground. She scowled slightly at the sight before her.

There stood her annoying little brother. Troy was towering over some poor innocent boy with a mocking grin across his face. The boy had dark black hair and she already noticed a few bruises across his arms and face. (Y/n) clenched her jaw as she also noticed Troy’s goons,

Two goons were holding onto two other boys. The boys were struggling against them and haven’t seemed to notice (y/n).

“Leave Mike alone Troy,” The curly haired boy said. His eyes were nervously flickering between his friend, Mike it seems, and Troy.

Troy crossed his arms his lips tilting upwards in a cruel grin. “Come on Frog-face answer the question, and maybe we’ll let you go.” His voice was taunting now as he stepped closer. Mike only sighed and shook his head.

“Just leave us alone Troy,” he mumbled quietly. Mike was obviously annoyed with Troy and just wanted it over with. Troy scowled as Mike stood up. In a split second Troy had slammed Mike into the wall. Mike groaned in pain and weakly struggled against Troy.

“Answer my question first Freak,” He snapped. He was holding Mike by his sweater and his knuckles were white. His lip was drawn back into a snarl as growled, “Hurry it up Freak. I don’t have all day.”

“Damn right you don’t.” (Y/n)’s voice was nothing but hostile and rang out in the alley. Troy froze and his eyes met hers. (Y/n)’s eyes narrowed as She snapped, “What the hell do you think you’re doing Troy? Let him go.”

Troy huffed and released Mike before turning towards her. “Since when are you my boss?” 

His goons were eyeing the other unsure of what to do. Mike was watching (y/n) in awe surprised that someone other then his friends was actually standing up for him.

(Y/n) stepped forward and looked down at her brother practically sneering. The anger flickering in her eyes made Troy step back slightly in fear. “Since I’m older and Dad isn’t afraid to ground your ass if I tell him about this,” She stated simply. Her eyes landing on her brother’s goons. “Goes for you two as well let the kids go.”

The goons quickly let go and stepped back. The two boys who were released eyed (Y/n) with wonder. They quickly went to Mike though and began to ask if he was alright and check over his wounds. Troy glared up at (Y/n) obviously unhappy.

She could of cared less at the moment and only growled, “Go home Troy.” She pushed him forward noticing how he mumbled under his breath. He made his way, bumping her as he passed, down the alley and out of sight. (Y/n) made her way over to the boys hesitantly touching Mike’s shoulder in order to get his attention.

He tensed under her touch, but relaxed once he realized it was her. (Y/n)’s eyes scanned over him taking in the bruises. Troy was a lucky kid. If they weren’t related she would of kicked his ass for this. “You alright?” She asked.

Mike’s face heated up as he gave a hesitant nod. “Y-Yea thanks,” He stuttered nervously. He fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater as his gaze flickered to the ground.

The curly haired boy spoke up next. “Thanks, but uh who are you,” He asked curiously tilting his head. He never seen the girl before and she was obviously older then the group, but surely they should know who protected Mike.

(Y/n) shifted nervously studying the three boys for just a moment. She smiled slightly and held her hand out. “(Y/n)… and you boys are?” 

Dustin shook her hand smiling slightly which showed his missing teeth. “I’m Dustin,” He stated before pointing to the other boy. “He’s Lucas.”

Lucas eyed (Y/n) cautiously but nonetheless shook her hand mumbling a quiet hello.

Mike wasn’t sure what was wrong with him at the moment. His stomach was doing somersaults and his face was heating up. He shook her hand smiling slightly. “I’m Mike.”

(Y/n) smiled slightly and stepped back glancing out of the alleyway. She bit her lip wishing she could perhaps stay longer with this boys. They seemed nice. She needed to go soon though, or else her father would have a fit. “Well Mike and friends if my brother bothers you anymore just come down to the arcade and I’ll handle it.” She stated taking steps backwards now. “I would love to chat more, but I really need to go.”

Mike watched her go with wide eyes. Dustin and Lucas shook their heads noticing the red hue spreading over their friend’s face. “Seriously Mike? Her?” Lucas asked.

Mike’s face heated up more. “i have no idea what you’re talking about Lucas.” 

Lucas rolled his eyes and got his bike along with Mike. Dustin frowned slightly eyeing the two curiously. “What? Lucas? Mike? What am I missing?”

Mysterious Helper

Request: Arthur x reader, where reader is excellent warrior, maybe use sword or bow

Pairing: King Arthur x Y/N

Summary: The reader sees Arthur getting into a bit of trouble and, even though they’ve never interacted with each other, decides to help out. (This happens around the beginning of the movie, when Arthur is talking to the vikings)

Warnings: None

Word count: 2,103

A/N: Since the request didn’t give a plot, I took the liberty of making up my own, and somehow I don’t feel like it fits super well with the request, but still. Ever since Charlie Hunnam showed up on screen I fell in love with his character and now have quite a couple of requests for him lined up, so thanks so much for that. i love you guys. Also, if you’re a writer and watched/liked the movie, I highly encourage you to write about it, because I have barely seen any people talking about it (it’s also quite new, so it makes sense). And if you haven’t watched it, I really recommend it. (Finding gifs of Charlie as Arthur is hard, help)

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Mysterious Helper

Over the years, you’d come to know almost everyone in Londinium, yet few people knew you. It  was a decision you’d made purposefully, of course. You didn’t really see the point in being well known, since all that seemed to arise from that was conflict, but there was one person that did: Arthur.

Arthur was known around Londinium for being a scoundrel and not to be messed with, a reputation he’d acquired for himself after all his little adventures with his clique, of which he was the unspoken leader. There was just something different about him, a little spark that made him special, yet you could not pinpoint what it was. It was almost as if he was born a leader, having it somewhat in his blood.

And, even though you had no knowledge of it, you were both fairly similar.

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Can you see me?

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Contains: Ghost!Taehyung, Fluff, angst

Word count: 3169

Summary: You know those times you would leave the house and remember you had left the flat iron on, but on returning home, it was actually off? Or the times you would trip and somehow still manage to catch yourself? Sometimes while you were asleep, you would feel your hair being stroked, but you’d wake up to no one there…A friendly ghost may have fallen deeply in love with you.

Life had pushed you to renting an apartment far from your hometown. You wanted to start afresh, open a new book, and begin to write down your new life.

You had no regrets as you entered the unfamiliar place that will now be called your home. The smell of emptiness and cold bricks filled your nose. Inhaling the sweet smell of freedom, you took of your coat as you examined your new surroundings.

You walked around the living room, grazing your fingers over the furniture. Then you headed over to your bedroom, it was small, but cozy, just perfect for you.

You remembered the boxes filled with your things that you had left outside the door and rushed over to get them. As you got to the door, you realized the boxes were arranged by the wall in your living room. That surprised you because you clearly recalled leaving them outside. A neighbor must have helped bring them in, who else would have?

After you finished unpacking your things, you aimed your next destination to the bathroom. After all that unpacking and sweating, only a shower could wash it away. The shower could also be the washing away of your old life, and the beginning of your new one.

Taehyung was in awe. The moment you had walked through that door he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, in the life he used to have and even after his death.

He marveled at the way your skin gleamed under the dim lights of the apartment. The way you would fumble with your things as you put them away. The little things you would do, like stretch your arms, or just as simple as a yawn, would send butterflies straight down to his stomach.

All those years of having different people move into this flat, he had never even spared them a glance. He didn’t even believe that ghosts could still develop feelings. Yet here he was, experiencing love at first sight.

Taehyung was the one who moved your boxes into the living room. He wanted to make life for you easier, even if it was just by doing the simplest things for you. He would do anything to see you smile.

You climbed into the small shower, large enough only for one. As the water ran down your feeble skin, you could feel yourself fill up with positivity.

Upon getting out of the shower, you reached out to grab a towel. As you took a step onto the tiled floor, you felt yourself slip. Your right leg skidded forward as your left leg gave out under the sudden impact of pressure. You were sure that you were going to have a nasty fall.

Then you abruptly caught yourself. At first it felt like a slight push on your back, but that was ridiculous, there was no one there. You thought yourself lucky, as that could have ended quite badly. You sighed in relief as you wrapped the towel around your body and exited the dreaded bathroom.

After such a long day you decided to reward yourself with a movie night. You put on a simple white shirt and some grey sweatpants and headed over to your living room.

Taehyung was there as you entered the bathroom. By now he was so deeply in love with you he wanted to memorize every detail of your body, but he stopped himself. He stood patiently outside the bathroom door and waited for you, he waited for you as if it was his job to follow you around.

Once he heard the shower door open his ghostly heart quickened, this time he snuck a peek. He poked his head through the wall just in time to see you loose your balance. He flew over to you and gently caught you just as you were about to plunder to the ground.

This made Taehyung want to protect you even more, he glanced away as you tied the towel around your body and left the bathroom. He felt connected to you more and more by every second he spent with you.

You took a seat on your couch and shuffled around to find a comfortable position. You placed your feet on the small coffee table in front of you and pulled a blanket over your legs. Gradually, you scrolled through Netflix searching for something to watch.

In the end you decided on a romance/comedy movie. It’s been a while since you felt the sensation of a smile on your lips, or the awkward sound that would come out of your mouth when something was actually whimsical and entertaining.

As the movie began to play you felt a warmth next to you, it wasn’t anything horrendous, but it was faintly noticeable. You turned to the side, but you saw nothing. You waved your hand over the area, but indeed there was nothing there.

Hence you switched your attention back to the monitor on the wall. The lighting of the television illuminating the dark room ever so often.

Your eyes began to slowly flicker as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, beginning to lose consciousness of whatever was going on around you. Taehyung watched as you finally shut your eyes, and he gently stroked your cheek as he gazed at you, admiring your soft features. The feeling of his fingers leaving tingles on your skin ever so delicately.

The next morning you felt great, the TV screen was turned off to your surprise. Once again you could’ve sworn that it was still playing when you fell asleep, it must have turned off on it’s own.

You couldn’t recall much from last night, just that you were watching a movie and suddenly caught by sleep. You didn’t have much planned for the day so you decided to invite your best friend, Baily, over to take a look at your brand new apartment.

After placing the few trays of snacks on the tiny coffee table, you heard loud knocks on your door and your name being called.

“Y/N! You in there!?”

“Shutup, you’re too loud.”

You smiled widely as you recognized the very familiar voices coming from outside your door. Slowly, you opened the door with the widest grin as you spotted your best friend, and next to her stood her boyfriend. They basically did everything and went everywhere together, even the bathroom.

You enveloped your friend in a warm hug, you gave her boyfriend, Yoongi, a hug as well. Baily only let you ever come near him, as she was quite protective of him, but she trusted you with all her life.

When Taehyung saw the guests he was fascinated by them, he saw how dearly you treated them and prepared for them. The whole time they were over he sat by your side, not leaving it for the slightest second.

“Y/N have you tried using the oujia board here?” Baily has always been up to date with whatever was booming on the internet. She would read controversial theories and occasionally send you a link to whatever she was currently interested in.

Yoongi on the other hand was a quiet and laid back fellow, he was the perfect match for Baily. They would both sleep for length less periods of times together, in the most confusing positions known to man. Yoongi would listen to Baily chat about something for as long as she wanted to, occasionally chiming in to let her know he was listening. You wished you had this kind of relationship with someone, you would hope for someone to care as much about you the way Yoongi cared for Baily.

“No I haven’t.” You glanced at Yoongi hoping for a hint of what was about to happen next, but he just returned your anxious look with a shrug.

“Let’s try it, you never know, maybe there are some spirits here. That would be freaky.” While Baily was speaking she brought out an ouija board straight from her bag. You wanted to ask if she carried it around with her everywhere but you rather not. She must have probably just brought it along since she was coming to your new apartment and figured that she could finally try it out. You saw as Yoongi just smiled and shook his head as he watched Baily place everything cautiously on the ground in front of you.

Once she was done, you all lightly placed two fingers on the pointer. Baily went along to begin the whole thing as it was her idea after all.

When Taehyung saw all of you put your fingers on the pointer, he felt obliged to do the same. He had no idea what was happening, so he waited for what you would do next. Occasionally he would spare glances at you and try and focus on the board as well, he just loved you so much.

“Are there any spirits here that would like to communicate with us?” Baily asked with a gloomy tone, you sometimes watched how people would laugh while doing this. You didn’t understand them, this wasn’t a game and if you did something wrong you could have some rather serious problems, so the three of you were dead silent carrying a straight face.

When Taehyung heard Baily, he finally took time to study the board and realized that they were actually attempting to talk to him. He instantly lit up as he slowly moved the pointer to the the word ‘Yes’.

He watched as you all began to panic, he didn’t mean to scare you and he immediately felt sorrow. “Y/N please don’t be afraid of me, I’d never want to hurt you.” He spoke right in front of you, but you looked straight through him, as you heard…nothing.

After claiming that one of you were moving the pointer and all three denying to have done so, Baily reassured everyone that it could be a good spirit and sought to continue with her questions.

“Are you a bad spirit?”

“Wow, straight to the point I guess.” Yoongi stifled a laugh but immediately stopped as the pointer began to move once again.

Everyone watched with their mouths agape as the pointer moved to ‘No’. With a relieved sigh you smiled to Baily who in return went on to ask another question.

“Is there anything you want to tell us?” And slowly the pointer began to move across the board.

Taehyung was shocked at how simple it was to maneuver the little pointer across the board. Normally, moving things took a lot of effort, especially those boxes that he had moved, it drained so much energy, but he did it for you.

Taehyung wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you the words he had been telling you every second of every minute he was with you, but he was scared. He was worried that if he did, you would leave him forever, and so, that’s how the pointer ended on 'Goodbye’

You were surprised, that was for sure, you hadn’t expected the spirit to just leave. You were even starting to become curious, but it was over and so you took your fingers of the pointer.

“Well that was quick.” Baily said as she rubbed the back of her neck, you were sure she had a whole list of questions for the spirit, just waiting to be asked.

“Maybe he’s in a bad mood or something.” You shrugged your shoulders.


After talking for hours and showing Baily and Yoongi around, it had become quite late and so you exchanged your goodbyes as you watched them leave.

You retired to your bed as you were exhausted from practically nothing, by now you had completely forgotten about the incident with the ouija board. You turned to the side as you shut your eyes and let the darkness of your room envelop you, your mind becoming a wasteland of thoughts. You let yourself get carried away by the sweet sensation of slumber.

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyung laid right beside you, gently stroking your hair as he began to sing to you. He softly sang into your ear with his deep angelic voice, he sang to you about everything he wished for, he sang about how he wanted to be with you but he simply could not.

Days turned into months as you settled down into your new home. You had made a number of friends who would occasionally come visit you, or you would visit them. As time went by you slowly began to long for a relationship, which led to Baily persuading you to meet a guy. Which led to you finally inviting him over for lunch.

The moment the male walked in, Taehyung felt betrayed, it wasn’t your fault that he felt that way. It was his own fault for falling so deeply in love with you, and so he couldn’t help but feel this way.

Taehyung had gotten an idea, ghosts can possess the body of a living person, but only for a certain amount of time. Taehyung did not think twice before making his choice, all he had ever wanted was for you to notice him, to hear the words he spoke to you. With the flash of an eye, he was in the male’s body.

You weren’t really enjoying your time speaking to Sehun, but all of a sudden he had begun to act different. Different, in a good way. He behaved as if he had known you for a longer period of time than just an hour, you felt much more comfortable with him after the sudden change.

Sehun was acting very kindly towards you and it seemed like he genuinely cared about everything you had to say, he would constantly give you a smile and brush his hand over yours. Normally the physical contact would put you off, but this time it was different, he made you feel relaxed and safe and when he leaned in for a hug you didn’t hesitate to give him one.

It was strange though. He hugged you as if he was about to leave, he spoke with words that only people would speak with before they departed. Then suddenly, the man you did not enjoy speaking to earlier had returned. Taehyung had left Sehun’s body. You found yourself feeling miserable, as you forced a fake smile onto your face.

Taehyung had just had the greatest time of his lifeless life. Words could not describe how ecstatic he felt when he was finally able to hold you, to feel you, to be able to be heard by you. It was a pleasure that he never could have imagined that he would experience, and that’s how he grew even closer to you.


A time came when you were looking in the mirror whilst combing your hair. You put down the brush and gazed at your reflection. Taehyung was right beside you, it seemed like you were staring right at him. He believed that you could finally see him.

“Can…can you see me?” He asked not taking his eyes off yours, his question was soon answered when you walked away. Not even giving a look back to the mirror. Taehyung couldn’t move, he just stood there, still staring at the place your eyes once were. His hopes were raised so high yet they fell to the ground and crumbled like a dry, burnt piece of paper.

More and more time went by, and Taehyung was singing to you one night, for the very last time. He stroked your hair as he sung, not knowing this would be the last time he could. The reason being that finally after two years of living in this flat alone, you had met someone, a very special someone that treated you like a queen. He loved you with all his heart and made you happy.

Jin was your boyfriend of a year and two months, the both of you had been planning to move in together ever since you spent the night at his place.

The day that Taehyung never wished to witness finally came along, he saw you packing your things back into boxes. Slowly the flat became empty once again. Taehyung could feel his eyes start to water as Jin came in and carried the boxes out of your apartment.

You walked around to say your final good byes once you spotted the area on the ground where you had used the ouija board, which brought back wonderful memories. In nearing the door you picked up the last box and turned around at the entrance of your flat.

Taehyung’s eyes were filled with tears, he kept on calling your name, but to no avail, you didn’t answer.

“Y/N please don’t leave me!” He would say over and over as he watched you, he tried to grab for your hand to hold you back but it just went through you.

Taehyung felt like he was grasping something that wasn’t even there, the feelings he had for you now overwhelming him with pain. He wanted it all to just stop, he didn’t understand why he had fallen so deeply in love with you, but he did.

As you stood by the door, looking back once more, you heard a faint whisper,

“Can you see me?”

Taehyung was standing right in front of you, he reached out his hand as if trying to signal you of him standing there.

You stood there with the box in your arms, looking straight forward as if searching for something. Your heart was telling you that you’re supposed to be seeing something, but you couldn’t, you squinted your eyes and then you heard the faint whisper again.

“Can you see me?”

You were sure there was someone there, then suddenly a tall, male figure appeared out of thin air. On a normal basis you would be scared out of your mind, but you felt as if you know him, you were connected with him.

Once more Taehyung felt himself breaking down, and with a cracked voice he asked again.

“Can you see me?”

At that moment the voice you were hearing was his, those nights that you had thought your neighbor was singing, it was him. Looking towards him you gave him the warmest smile, a smile that came genuinely from the bottom of your heart. You very slowly nodded your head while looking him straight in the eyes. A tear rolled down your cheek.

Taehyung dreaded to watch you go, tears streaming down his face as he watched you stand there finally being able to see him.

But Taehyung realized that it was time to face the truth…he will never be with you.

Then he slowly began to fade away, you turned around to leave, and with one more glance back.

“Thank you.”

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anonymous asked:

I would trade my left leg for a fic about your idea of Damian having a #1 sibling and Tim becoming that #1 sibling for the sake of vengeance against the others. I would throw in my kidney for a series.

Keep your leg my friend, here a ficlet for you. I can’t guarantee more of this but pls keep your kidney too. 

(This is what we’re talking about, in case anyone is confused)

There is a soft knocking at the door followed by the clearing of a throat. Damian waits until the door is timidly pulled ajar before throwing a batarang against the doorframe, only a few inches away from Dick’s hand.

“Oh, come on, I only wanted to-”

Damian throws a second batarang, this time a lot closer to the open gap where their older brother’s head is supposed to be, and so they never find out what Dick wanted to do.

“You are a terrible kid”, Tim comments while Dick walks away grumbling out loud at the empty hallway.

“Thanks”, Damian answers, pressed against Tim’s side, eyes fixed on the TV screen. “You’re not that good either.”

“I’m just playing along”, Tim returns. “You’re the one who started the whole thing.”

“Abetment in a crime is also a crime”, Damian points out, pushing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “I would have expected from you to know at least the basics of our jobs.”

“Was that an insult?”, Tim asks amicably. “It sounded like an insult.”

“Merely a consideration”, Damian grunts and accidentally plants an elbow into Tim’s side.

Tim snorts but doesn’t push it. This whole vengeful bonding thing between the two of them is still new enough to be actually nice, and he doesn’t want to ruin it before time - according to his predictions, it will lasts one more week top, and then Damian will inevitably concede into Dick’s peace offerings. No way the kid will be able to hold his grudge or suffer Tim’s company over Dick’s longer than that. Still, for the moment, Tim’s content enough to find himself cuddled on the couch, under a heavy blanket, with the warm pressure of Damian’s body against his, watching the last Star Wars movie together. Stranger things have happened, he supposes.

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Why DaveKat is Narratively Important

Let’s talk about DaveKat because I have nothing better to do!!
So, whether or not you personally ship or agree with davekat, this is just going to be about how, from a narrative standpoint, it is 100% vital to both Dave’s and Karkat’s storylines and personal character arcs, let’s start with:

Knight Class- So, bit of class/aspect analysis because the fact they both Dave and Karkat are both Knights is absolutely VITAL to their character development and their connection to each other. Something Kanaya said, that classpects are not necessarily chosen to suit the strengths of each player but rather to challenge them in a way that is most beneficial to their personal growth? That is completely correct, Dave and Karkat being some of the best examples in the comic. The aspects are the elements which the game, and therefore the universe(s) are made of - literally. Like, these are the constructs out of which the world exists, the building blocks so to speak. However, they also represent more metaphorical concepts, Life=Optimism, Hope=Belief, Heart=Soul, so on and so forth etc. So paired with the Knight class, the active pairing of Maid class, we have to examine how exactly the aspect *applies*. Obviously, being active, the Knight class is self serving (more on active vs passive or knight vs maid specifically if y'all hmu with some asks I’d be happy to explain more in depth), there’s also a metric shitload of symbolism involved in the name. I’ve been reading this comic for almost five years and the sheer amount of symbolism never ceases to amaze me, but the absolutely loaded amount of metaphorical value behind this class has to be in my top 5. The classic “knight” iteration, sword and shield type of deal, is instrumental in the interpretation of how Dave and Karkat wield their abilities and grow as characters. The weapon is obviously the way in which they wield their aspects, but the shield is so much more interesting: it’s their PERSONA. Part of the blatant parallels between Dave and Karkat’s story arcs is how they allow others to perceive them in regard to their own internal struggles, they both put up a persona to protect themselves. For Dave it’s his “coolkid” facade, he doesn’t let others see his emotions, feelings, or motivations because he’s so wrapped up in this delusion of irony and toxic masculinity that he feels it would be a weakness to show himself for what he is, one that could very possibly (at the hands of Bro) get him severely injured at best, dead at worst if he fears for his life which is a distinct possibility. Karkat suffers in a similar way, his persona is this image of the overly aggressive, “shouty/angry” guy, he’s loud and obnoxious because he’s trying to keep people at arms length, similar to how Dave doesn’t let anyone in. Karkat also has similar motivations behind this persona, because of his blood color he knows he will be in immediate danger if people get too close, look to closely, care too much, so if he can shout and seem just as bloodthirsty and aggressive as other trolls, he can both keep them away and keep himself free of suspicion. So, they have their shields, their personas, this is how they protect themselves from the world. Let’s talk about their weapons.

Aspects- As I mentioned above, aspects are the literal elements that make up the world, but also have a more metaphorical meaning. In the same way that Heart=Soul, Dave’s aspect Time is not only literally representative of time, but metaphorically representative of PROGRESSION. Karkat’s aspect of blood is therefore, while literally blood (possibly a reference to his mutation), also more symbolically representative of UNITY. Now, let’s see how those apply to each players personal struggle, because remember that’s the key here, how their classpects tie in to their character arcs. Dave is troubled by his aspect at multiple points throughout the storyline, severely disturbed by dead Dave’s and essentially haunted by the multiple loops he has running, in what is a single day to his fellow beta players likely feels like *weeks* for him, he’s not progressing in the game, he’s running all these loops and doing so much and yet he’s not really going anywhere. He’s like a broken record, if you will. Dave doesn’t see himself as a hero, broken sword symbolism aside because I cannot get into that rn lmao that’s way too loaded and this is long enough, Dave *can’t* see himself as a hero because in his mind, Bro was a hero, and he will never live up to it, so why bother. Easier to just run his loops and do whatever Terezi says because she’s probably right and anyways it’s just easier to do something menial and meaningless that doesn’t move anything forward because he would probably fuck it up anyways, right? Dave is so stuck in the past, haunted by his loops, haunted by the legacy of his Bro, haunted by dead Daves, he is terrified (whether consciously or subconsciously) of moving forward, of Progression. Alternatively, Karkat’s aspect of Blood, or UNITY trips him up in similar ways. Karkat’s relationships are…complicated. It’s been *headcanoned* that he comes across as pale towards most of his friends, because despite how hard he tries to act loud and aggressive, he’s a big softie who cares way too goddamn much about everything. Terezi also represents his biggest struggle with Unity and relationships, he “wanted her in every quadrant like a desperate fool”, and she played along for a while to see if he would settle in any one quadrant, but when he never did she moved on. This is a huge blow to Karkat’s self-esteem, he thought he was being so suave and smooth just like his romance novels and movies, but really he was pushing her away either knowingly or unknowingly. On the topic of his romance novels, his obsession with relationships also shows him trying to compensate (more on this in a sec) for his lack of capability in the area, as if he’s studying them to get a better understanding of how relationships should work because he really has no idea. In his very first conversation with Sollux that we see, he ends by affirming that he hasn’t gone too far right? They’re still friends? Because underneath his loud, obnoxious persona, he’s just acting the way he thinks he’s supposed to in this hyper-aggressive society. Sound familiar? It’s because Dave is doing the same thing. They’re both using their personas to survive, to appear the way they think they should to other people, because when it comes to their aspects, they’re fucking terrified and don’t have a clue as to what they’re really doing.

Storyline Parallels- So, I’ve seen a lot of good analysis of this and I doubt any of what I’m saying will be news to any of you, but I’m gonna put it in my own words as best I can bc this shit is imperative to understanding why DaveKat works so perfectly in the narrative. Dave is obviously working an uphill battle the entire story to overcome the hyper-masculinity (see also: toxic) that his Bro has ingrained in his psyche for 13 years. Not the least of which is some deeply rooted homophobia. Dave fronts constantly, accusing others of being gay, accusing *Karkat* of being gay pretty amusingly. Obviously he pokes at this in other people because he’s so insecure about it in himself, he struggles heavily with his sexuality the way so many pre-teens do, only he’s fighting against a decades worth of anti-gay propaganda basically so there’s no room for him to search within himself too deeply without feeling deeply uncomfortable because obviously that’s Wrong and Bad and that’s not how society works in his world. Similarly, Karkat struggles with the quadrants which is practically unheard of on Alternia. It’s such a clear parallel to human homophobia that like. I’m left speechless when I think about it honestly. Their struggles are so overwhelmingly similar and parallel to each other sometimes I just have to stop and appreciate it. But back on topic, his whole life, Karkat has grown up with this over idealized concept of romance, the quadrants, and he obviously knows something is wrong with himself from an early age. Karkat’s obsession with romance novels is no coincidence, he’s clearly always felt off when it comes to that and so he most likely reached out to these novels and movies to get a better grasp of the quadrants, consuming what was essentially romantic propaganda to overcompensate. The problem is, in studying these works, he latched onto the wrong thing which is so funny to me. He’s reading these trying to understand, to make himself fit into this system because that’s what society is like *cough* heteronormativity *cough* and yet he latched onto quadrant vacillation like it’s the holy fucking grail of romance. Like oh, okay, this is normal? Obviously people do this, as long as they switch within the bounds of the system it’s Okay™ and even romantic in some occasions. Only, this is fiction he’s reading and if you try to apply the logic of romance novels to real life…well, we all know what happened with Terezi. He was constantly pushing the boundaries of vacillation, he was red for her, he wanted to act black on occasion, he cares so much about everyone it’s impossible for him not to be pale, and we see him (though I doubt he realizes he’s doing it) trying to auspistice for her and Gamzee in the pre-retcon timeline by staging a sort of intervention. He “wanted her in every quadrant like a desperate fool” and I don’t understand how people put Karkat into the quadrant system!!! That line is so IMPORTANT, not even taking into account that we know his dancestor, who shared his blood mutation which may have had something to do with his irregularities, loved the Disciple “beyond the quadrants”. It’s. So. Obvious. Karkat is overcoming the stigma of wanting to love beyond the quadrants in the same way that Dave is struggling to overcome the loaded idea behind being Not Straight. They’re both overcoming these extremely similar prospects and it’s an absolutely stunning feat of narrative that as an English major it makes me fucking weak in the goddamn knees like Hussie is a lot of things but this? This is fucking genius. I’ve never seen two characters written together in such an in depth and parallel way before.

Opposites Attract- So we’ve talked about their similarities, let’s talk about their differences and how those differences are also actually poorly disguised similarities. Karkat is obviously a Loud Boy, thats his coping mechanism. He keeps people out and away by being loud and aggressive. Dave needs to cope for similar reasons, to protect himself he needs to keep people out and away but he does it in just the opposite way, he gets quiet. He doesn’t talk about his shit. Sure, he’ll go on the rambling metaphor when the occasion calls, but although he’s always talking he’s never really saying anything. Karkat is an almost compulsive over sharer, like, the boy (bless his heart) has zero filter. Dave will talk your ear off just as well, but I’ll be fuckin damned if he says anything worthwhile outright (his many, many Freudian slips aside). It’s also interesting to note that while I’ve seen people talk about how part of the reason Karkat doesn’t fit into Alternian society is that he’s so human, as its stated in the narrative that after seeing this soft species, that shares his blood color and stupid, stupid compassion, even *Vriska* admits that Karkat seems to fit in better with them than he ever did with trolls, we don’t see the same for Dave? I’ve rarely, if ever, seen the situation flipped, in that Dave was more suited for Alternian society the same way Karkat was more human than troll or at least had severely human aspects. Obviously Dave’s romance is still very human in that he’s a big ol’ fan of monogamy (he and Karkat both faced problems in their relationships with Terezi romantically when she became involved in other quadrants, these boys love monogamy I’ll fight), but his upbringing? Yikes. Lusii are supposed to, while still protecting their trolls, prepare them for the harsh and violent world. Whether they had to kill other trolls and Lusii to feed them, or learn how to fight to fend off other trolls on their own, there was a shit ton of fighting in their pre-pubescent years. Trolls are a hyper aggressive, violent species that learn to fight basically as soon as they can walk, which is exactly what Bro did to Dave. Dave could fight practically from the second he crawled off the meteor, I doubt a day went by without a sword in his hand for some reason and god knows he suffered through enough strifes. Both boys were brought up just thoroughly *wrong* for their societies in a way that ensured they would never feel like they truly fit in.

Finally, Romance- In the final culmination of all this, let’s actually talk about how they work together as a couple. So, they have this overwhelmingly similar upbringing and life experience, what happens when they finally meet up? Dave thinks it’s hilarious that Karkat is always yelling, “get a load of this guy I was telling you about, Rose”, and while I have no doubt he thought Karkat’s shitfits were the funniest thing since Colonel Sassacre, there had to be a part of him that was just in awe of how someone could be so free with their emotions. Like, he’s angry? And you know it the second he walks into a room?? This is an entirely new concept to Dave, my son, who grew up with an insanely passive-aggressive psychopath who would sneak up on him and fight him with a crazy fucking puppet like what the fuck?? Dave has always had to be on edge at home, Bro was quiet so you never knew when he was upset and you never knew when he was coming for you. With Karkat, that’s such a non-issue it’s like the issue dined and dashed, no bill and no tip, vanished into the wind. You can hear Karkat stomping down the hall five minutes before he even gets into the room, and once he gets there oh boy he will Let You Know What The Problem Is. Why is Dave always provoking Karkat? Literally just to hear him yell because it’s so goddamn refreshing to know exactly with 100% certainty what someone is thinking, no irony, no bullshit, just genuine fucking refreshing annoyance. And for Karkat, well here’s the guy he’s always wanted to be, right? Cool and suave, the romcom hero who could smooth talk the paint off a wall. Only, Dave isn’t actually cool in the way he pretends to be, he’s not this smooth suave hero, he’s not even just a hero. He can’t be. He’s just…a kid. A kid like Karkat who has issues like Karkat and talks just as much when he’s nervous as Karkat and he’s relatable even though he’s trying not to be. He’s trying so hard to be what society wants from him he wants to be the tough guy with the sword but he’s just so not and that’s so refreshing! Karkat realizes he’s not the only one who’s trying to live up to some buttfuck impossiblestandards and he realizes…that’s okay. He doesn’t have to be anything he’s not. And they figure that out together.

So pardon me if I don’t understand how you can put Dave with John, or Jade, because they don’t fit. The narrative literally doesn’t benefit in any way for them to fit, and if it’s your personal preference then by all means go for it who am I to stop you, but there is no benefit to them being together. They will not grow from it, John is explicitly someone who doesn’t seem to focus or care much about romance even? And Jade has no concept of anything Dave has gone through, she couldn’t even begin to understand. Same with Terezi and Karkat, or Gamzee and Karkat or John and Karkat or whatever, Terezi likes quadrants. They make sense to her and she enjoys them, Karkat cannot bring himself to deal with with that and they’re so much happier as just friends. I’m not even getting into Gamzee, I’m not even gonna dip my toe into that discourse because everyone likes different characters for different reasons and I won’t begrudge you of that so I’m just gonna stay away. So again, if you ship those then that’s fine! Go for it! This is just an analysis of why the narrative, in my personal perspective, supports DaveKat and why I personally think they are good and healthy for each other and help each other grow as people.

Reasons Jacob Kowalski is Amazing

WARNING Contains Fantastic Beasts Spoilers!!!

Ok, so am I the only person who thinks Newt is utterly adorable, BUT actually likes Jacob Kowalski better in pretty much every way?

1) Jacob is the first really positive Muggle/No-Maj character we’ve had in the Potterverse, and I didn’t even realize that was missing, much less how desperately I needed it, until I saw Fantastic Beasts. I mean:

-Vernon and Petunia Dursley are portrayed as boring, stupid, unattractive, bigoted, and abusive.
-Dudley is better than his parents by the end of the series, but his scenes at the beginning (where he’s a nasty, ignorant bully) are pretty frequent, and once he starts growing as a person, he’s less integral to the plot, so we don’t see much of him acting decent.
-Piers (Dudley’s friend) is described as looking scrawny and rodent-like, and from what we see of his personality, he’s selfish, cruel, and cowardly.
-Tom Riddle Sr. abandoned his wife and unborn child when he discovered his wife was a witch.
-Hermione’s parents seem nice enough, but are barely featured at all.
-Filch, while not a Muggle, is a Squib, so he also doesn’t have magic. He is described as ugly, vindictive, and cruel.
-Mrs. Figg, also a Squib, is definitely a well-meaning person, but she’s portrayed as a little loopy, the stereotypical “crazy cat lady.” 

Meanwhile, Jacob is a central character who is sympathetic, kind, multi-faceted, funny, interesting, creative, has unique hopes and dreams, and his—not Newt’s—is the big romantic relationship in the film.

I was talking to someone about this—how the Potterverse was practically starved for positive Muggle characters before Fantastic Beasts—and they pointed out how most of the audience is (presumably) made up of Muggles, so having a non-magical character we can relate to is pretty important. I started thinking about that, and I realized it’s kinda true. A lot of Potterheads consider ourselves witches and wizards, and by default any non-fan—especially one who is dense or disrespectful—is a “Muggle.” I thought about how devastated I was when I didn’t get my Hogwarts letter at age 11, and now I wonder how much less upset I would have been if we’d had a Jacob Kowalski in the series from the get-go.

2) The way he reacts to magic. Ok, so he freaks out at first, but who wouldn’t? I love how quickly he accepts magic, and how he reacts to all magic he sees after that… like, he just sort of goes, “Oh, that’s a thing? Oh hey, that’s just great!” Like, magic obviously makes him really, really happy, but he doesn’t spend a lot of time goggling over stuff like Harry did at first. He just lets it all roll over him. He never takes it for granted, like the Weasleys or other people who grew up surrounded by it, but after the initial shock, he just accepts that all this wonderful stuff exists and immediately takes advantage of all the little practical ways it can improve his life (self-stirring cocoa, magic strudel, et cetera). He’s so open to trying everything new. No hesitation. Even with stuff that seems scary like some of Newt’s creatures, he’s just like, “Oh, this huge tentacled creature out of a Lovecraftian nightmare wants me to pet it, sure, I guess that’s cool.” I just adore how accepting and open he is about this whole world of crazy stuff he never knew existed.

3) He’s ridiculously handsome, honestly. As a bigger person myself, I love love love seeing physically attractive heavyset characters. Like, I wouldn’t kick Newt out of bed either (what sane person would?), but my Fantastic Beasts crush is definitely Kowalski. He’s dapper as fuck, with the hair and the mustache and the suit; his smile is like sunlight, and his eyes are so friggin’ gorgeous I can’t even start. He’s simultaneously adorable and sexy, and like, seeing a character like that makes me so much more confident about my own body. 

4) The relationship between Jacob and Queenie. Not only is it super adorable, but please note how unusual it is for mainstream films. In most big Hollywood movies, it would go like this: “Tina and Queenie both crush on Newt (who is the leading man, the “hero” type, and the more generically “attractive” male) and get into a sort of contest about who can impress him more. Jacob likes Queenie right away, but stays out of her way because he wants her to be happy and figures he doesn’t deserve her. Near the end, Queenie finally accepts that Tina and Newt belong together, and then realizes that Jacob has been there for her the whole time,” yada yada. But no. Queenie sees Jacob and there’s this instant spark. You can see her eyes light up a bit the minute they meet. There’s never a moment where she’s like, “You’re a really sweet guy, but…” It’s not necessarily “love at first sight,” but there’s definitely “strong mutual attraction and some serious sexual chemistry at first sight.”

5) The bromance with Newt is almost as adorable as the flirtation with Queenie. It’s so wonderful to see two male characters deeply care for one another, and even show unashamed physical affection, without them being portrayed as gay.* Mind you, there’s nothing wrong with gay characters (obviously) and generally I’m all for more queer representation in film, but it bothers me that apparently “straight men can’t have strong emotional bonds.” It has a lot to do with toxic masculinity: men can’t show affection towards one another unless they’re gay (i.e. unless they’re “girly”), because having emotions is a “female thing.”

*I know that Kowalski x Newt is a semi-popular ship, but I don’t think there’s a lot of canonical evidence for it, and given that we know Newt eventually marries Tina, and Jacob and Queenie have mad chemistry going on, it feels pretty OOC to me.

6) His dreams of opening a bakery. I can deeply relate to having a dream career that seems unachievable for financial reasons, but you still strive for it, because there’s nothing you love doing half as much, and it feels like you’re just meant to do it. And I love how this guy who seems really generically masculine at first glance has a passion for something as “feminine” as baking. Plus, though I’d never really considered baking as an art form before, it obviously is to him. He clearly doesn’t think of himself as a creative type—“I ain’t got the brains to make this up”—but he couldn’t be more wrong. What he does with all the fantastic creatures made of pastry at the end proves it. Yeah, he didn’t make up Nifflers and Bowtruckles and such, but having a vision of something in your head isn’t the same as bringing it to life, in 3D, in such a unique (and temporary!) medium. Newt may have shown him the creatures he modeled them off, but the whimsical charm each little pastry has is all Jacob’s own.

Also, I adore why he wants to be a baker—he wants to make people happy, in whatever small way he can, and that’s beautiful. I can’t imagine a more perfect reason to follow a dream than to bring charm and joy to a grey world.

7) Pretty much everything else about him, period, because this man is overall incredible and perfect.


That Special Time of the Month

Originally posted by antisepticdark

Summary: Fem!Reader wakes up to find that her period came during the night and now she has to deal with the guys being annoying at the office… Well mainly just Mark. Hope you guys like!

A/N: Hello! I wrote a fic, and trust me its not very good and it’s waaay longer than it needs to be. Be gentle, I’m new to the whole posting my writing thing. Also! I speak fluent Spanish so i used some slang in the fic!
“No mames”- Spanish slang/curse for “no way”/“no fucking way”
“Sentida”- Spanish for upset or offended (in this context reader is sad)
Lastly there’s a text conversation in the fic so ‘-’ is Ethan and ‘=‘ is Tyler.

Wordcount: like +2k I’m sorry this is too long bye

Requests are open? This is no good so I don’t know why anyone would be requesting but yeah you can do that if you want. Hope you guys enjoy!

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“So, what are your plans for Valentine’s Day, loverboy?” Stiles asks, glaring at his overstuffed burger, trying to figure out the best way to take a bite out of it without making all its contents fall out.

“You know, nothing much. Kira’s coming over. We’ll have dinner with my mom and then we’ll hang out. Nothing too wild. We’re staying in,” Scott replies, licking his lips after having magically figured out how to angle his jaw for maximum burger enjoyment.

“Yeah, ‘staying in’ is code for ‘marathon sex’.”

Stiles picks two french fries from his plate, stalling for time before trying the giant monstrosity of a burger.

“What?” Scott shakes his head, leaning back in his seat. “Nah, man. It’s a full moon tonight, I don’t want to risk it. I know my control is good, but… I just want to be safe.”

Stiles twists his face in an incredulous pout. “You’re scared of turning furry in bed? But you told me she liked it. In great detail, should I add. Seriously dude, I know a lot about your dick, we should be worried.”

Scott face turns an interesting shade of pink, pursing his lips in a way that means he’s trying not to smile. He fiddles with the straw of his drink nervously.

“She does like it,” he admits, his eyes going a little hazy, before he shakes himself. He snaps his attention back to Stiles and adds, in a lower voice, “But it doesn’t mean I want to lose control tonight. All the other times it happened, I wanted it and she wanted it. I don’t want to accidentally bite her butt or worse. I want to be myself.”

“Fair enough,” Stiles says, shrugging, trying real hard not to look guilty about momentarily picturing Kira’s butt in his mind.

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Dating Diana Prince Would Include...

anon ask : can you do what dating diana prince would be like?? i really liked your malia tate headcannons so much!! 

 [A/N] : aww im glad you liked it!! i just finished doing my chemistry homework and im in a good mood bc i got an A for it sooo here ya gooo!! (this was supposed to be posted tomorrow but im in a good mood) 

how does one obtain a diana prince in their life 

Masterlist / Ask Me

Originally posted by jyncassian

  • the first time she saw you she nearly fainted mostly because she lived on an island full of women and she never felt this way before?? 
  • the only time she felt like this was with Steve after he died 
  • she thought that she wouldn’t ever feel that way again but then she saw you and wow?? 
  • you didn’t even look that nice in fact you were a mess 
  • you worked at the louvre too 
  • you were carrying stacks of papers 
  • while struggling from dropping them you accidentally knocked down a very expensive vase 
  • diana caught it in time 
  • the vase was covering your face so she lowered it down 
  • and then she saw you apologizing over and over again with a blush on your cheeks 
  • she dropped the vase

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No Strings Attached: Pt. 3

Pairing: Kol x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2173


The cab ride to the Mikaelson Compound felt terribly long. You had the need to just blow up Kol’s phone with calls and texts. But, you knew better that he would only ignore them so instead, you held back.

You gazed out the window and started slightly shaking your right leg from being so impatient to arrive at your destination already. We’re you really in danger or is it possible that Kol got jealous? Surely enough, you won’t stop until your question gets answered.

Finally after what felt like forever, you have arrived. You paid the cab driver with cash, letting him keep the rest of your change as you rushed out. Thank goodness Hope was spending the night at Hayley and Jackson’s apartment because you planned on raising hell once you got inside.

“Kol!” You shouted as you marched inside the compound. “Kol effing Mikaelson!”

Klaus and Elijah just happened to be sitting at the table exchanging words while drinking scotch. “Oh, hey guys.” You greeted, then went back to using your eyes to scan around the compound. “I know you can hear me!”

Just as you grabbed onto the railing to walk upstairs, Klaus stops you to get a word in. “And may I ask what my little brother did this time? It seems that bloke has a habit of getting himself into a mess.” If you had eyes in the back of your head, you would be able to see the amused look Klaus has on his face. The tone in his voice says it all.

“Long story, Klaus.” You weren’t in the mood to vent.

“I assume you’ve been drinking, miss Y/N? I can smell the alcohol in your breath from here.” Elijah said.

“Yup. Your sisters too.” You continued to make your way up the stairs without caring if Klaus and Elijah wanted to add on or not, you needed to speak with Kol.

After looking in room after room, you found Kol hanging out on the patio taking his time drinking out of a blood bag.

“Okay so you’re playing the ignoring game now?I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” You spat, stopping just a few feet behind him crossing your arms in front of you.

Kol sighed before speaking. “You don’t give up do you?” He turned to face you, setting the now empty blood bag on the nearby table.

You made no answer. “Fine.” Kol sassed then continued, “Well go on, let’s have a seat.” He pointed over at the bed since his bedroom didn’t have any chairs or couches available to sit on. You swallowed, then followed through, perching yourself at the edge of his bed as Kol did too.

“Okay, so?” You questioned, keeping your eyes on him.

“I suppose, seeing you with that vile man made me uneasy. I wanted to snap his neck the moment I saw him speak to you. But seeing as Marcel has these rules, I simply cannot.” Kol said.

“First of all, that man was very polite to me. And secondly, how in the world did it make you feel so uncomfortable that you just had to ruin our night out?” You asked, fixing him with a stare as you await your answer.

“I’m aware that we had these bloody rules about not allowing ourselves to feel feelings for each other. I mentally punish myself for it everyday.”

“Um what?”

Kol took a deep breath. “I, Kol Mikaelson, have unintentionally fallen for my…fuck buddy.” He admitted while forcing a smile.

You stifled a laugh and fell silent for just a moment. If you could, you’d pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. How in the hell did you get so lucky?

“My apologies, darling. I know this is uncomfortable for you since it’s obvious you’re to trying to move forward with your life and all.” Kol stood up off the bed, he frowned, feeling embarrassed because he assumed you don’t feel the same way he does. “You asked, so I answered.”

“Oh no no no. I’m just processing this right now. Sit back down.” You patted your hand next to you on the firm mattress. “So when I told you yesterday that I wanted to start dating again. I actually don’t.”

Not a word came out of Kol. He just sat there trying to read your facial expressions.

“I ended up having feelings for you too, but since we made that stupid vow, I thought you followed it.” You confessed.

“Why not bother telling me, Y/N?” Kol questioned, resting his hand on top of yours.

“I could say the same to you, Kol.” You blurted, then softened your tone of voice. “But I hate rejection, so, I figured if I just distanced myself, the feelings would go away, you know?”

“I understand, love. Well since that’s all in order, what shall we do?” Kol quickly lightened the mood. He can’t ever be in his feelings for too long or else he’d go crazy.

You stretched, then made yourself comfortable on the bed by resting your head on the pillow. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

Even though Kol ruined your planned night out, you couldn’t help but get over it, especially since he looks so hot in his button up and you were still a little buzzed. Laying in his bed gave you dirty thoughts of all the sex you had with him. You flirted with the idea of Kol being on top of you right now. And of course, since you were his play thing for those last couple of months, you knew exactly how to get him in the mood.

You brushed your hair with your fingers to one side and teasingly bit your bottom lip, hoping it wouldn’t look too obvious that you’re trying.

“You’re a daft one, Y/N.” Kol chuckled, then crawled over to place himself on top of you. He planted his lips on yours which led to a hot and steamy kiss. You started to wrap your legs around his waist until all of a sudden, he stops and pulls back, giving you a devilish grin.

“Um, what’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Sorry, but that’s all you get, love.” Kol made known with that grin plastered all over his face.

“You’re annoying.” You scoffed and moved him off of you so that you can sit up on the bed.

“Oh don’t be so cross with me. Now that we both fancy each other on a deeper level, you’re going to have to work for it, darling.”

At first you didn’t understand, but you realized that Kol did have a point. “Yup, you’re right. So how do we approach this then?”

Kol took a second to think about it and then an imaginary light bulb appeared over his head. “I have a thought. How about I take you on a date or two and we move from there?”

“I’d love that.” The smile on your face could be seen from a mile away. You leaned over to give Kol a kiss on the cheek. “Pick me up tomorrow night at 7:00.”

“Brilliant.” Kol agreed.

You left the room so that you could end your night with Kol at that. Waking downstairs, you can still see Klaus and Elijah in the same spot. “Great.” You mouthed to yourself.

“Where’s Kol? Ah, let me guess. You rid of him with that dagger?” Klaus implied, taking a sip of his bourbon. Elijah just sat there and decided to mind his own business this time by keeping his opinions to himself.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You joked, then walked out the front so that you could wait outside for your cab. There was no way you were going to wait in the middle of the compound for your cab with Klaus. You were tired and just wanted to go home and get some rest.

As you were waiting, you thought about how excited you are to go on your first date with Kol. You mentally crossed your fingers hoping that this leads to something amazing.

(The First Date…)

You never thought of Kol being the romantic type. Who can blame you though because you were so used to being his booty call that being viewed as something much more will take some getting used to.

The night sky was pitch black as the time is a quarter to 9. Kol told you to dress up and have you meet him at his house. Arriving there, there was a stranger on the driveway dressed in a suit who had special instructions on where you to lead you. You figured Kol had compelled this man.

The man led you towards the backyard in a path that led to the trees which had beautiful lights and lanterns wrapped around and hanging. The end of the path brought you to a table meant for two with high end looking plates and utensils. The table was also minimally decorate with well lit candle and rose in the center of the table. The best part about it, is seeing Kol sitting at the table waiting especially for you.

“Hello, darling. You made it.” Kol smiled, then he got up to pull your chair out for you.

“I mean of course. But oh wow. You did all of this?” You sat down, still looking around amazed with everything.

“I may or may not have compelled someone to help me.”

“Of course you did.” You rolled your eyes at him playfully.

It didn’t take long for the compelled butler (as you call him) to bring out a cart filled with 3 course meals. “Not too shabby.” You commented.

After lots of food and laughter, the night ended successfully. Kol walked you to the car and innocently planted a kiss on the forehead. Butterflies took over your stomach on your drive home and you laid in bed with a gigantic smile on your face.

(Several Dates Later…)

It has been almost a month now that you and Kol had agreed on this whole ‘dating’ thing. To the fortune of both of you, everything has been going great and you were just dying to have sex with him already. You were hoping he was thinking the same thing too.

Today is your day off, so you decided to invite yourself over to the Mikaelson Compound to hang out with Kol. The plan was to watch a couple of movies and maybe even spend some time with Hope if she isn’t with her mom and Jackson. Today would also be the first time that the both of you had alone time in his room since this all started since Kol’s been really strict on taking you out on dates only.

Walking in, you see Rebekah playing with Hope. Kol was just hanging out on the chair scrolling through his phone. It looked as if he was doing it to kill time as he waited on you. “Hey guys.” You announced.

“Hi, Y/N.” Rebekah greeted you, then went back to smothering Hope in kisses.

After Kol heard your name, he looked up and put his phone in his pocket. “Ah, darling. It’s about time you arrived.” Kol stated, greeting you with a hug and a long kiss on the lips.

“Oh you two lovebirds.” Rebekah stopped to compliment.

“So, I brought my favorite Tim Burton movies that we can watch.” You said to Kol, pulling the movies out of your bag for Kol to see, then put it back inside. You would love to give Hope some of your attention, but whenever Rebekah is here, she always tends to hog her.

“Whatever you like.” Kol said while looking at you with loving eyes.

Of course movie time meant cuddling in Kol’s bed under the warm blanket. 30 minutes into the movie, Kol had his hand over your thigh. It wasn’t long until the temptation got to him which led him to slowly traveling his hand high towards your core. Since you’re the one that’s probably wanted it more than him, you were more than happy to allow Kol to do whatever he wanted to you.

You started breathing heavily and let out light moans while he slowly rubbed his fingers in circles through your panties. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, the both of you were ripping each others clothes off.

Before getting too aggressive, Kol stopped himself so that he can take his time with you. This was a first considering when you two were friends with benefits, you were practically attacking each other. But this moment, at this pace was a euphoric experience.

You’ve never made love to anyone like you’ve done with him and you have the confidence to say that he’s the best you ever had, enough to put you to sleep. As Kol was spooning you while you were asleep, he made sure to kiss you goodnight. “So much for finishing this movie, love.” He whispered in your ear.

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i wanted you to be better

Written because this was announced about Peter Parker and Iron Man 2 and I have a lot of emotions about it. Also based off of this amazing art by the lovely @artinggrace i hope you don’t mind that i wrote this off your art. So here it is! (Cross posted to Ao3)

Peter could hear his parents talking to his aunt and uncle in the other room, but he wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying. His eyes were glued on the evening news that had been left on when everyone had left the room.

The newsman was talking about a press conference that had happened earlier that day, something about Tony Stark and a new robotic hero that had been seen fighting at Stark Industries over the weekend.

Peter’s hands clenched around the toy robot he held in his hands as he watched the red and gold one on screen. The picture was shaky and blurry, but Peter could clearly make out the red and gold robot fighting the big gray robot on screen. The face of it looked angry, its eyes radiating a bright blue that matched the circle of light in its chest. Peter gasped as the robot - Iron Man, as the newsman called him - caught the car that the other robot threw in his arms, gently placing it on the ground before taking off after the other guy.

“Woah,” Peter whispered, clutching his toy tighter.

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Title: in the light of day
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1.8k
Summary: Dan tells his mother about Phil. (a 2009 fic)

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“The boy again?” Dan’s mum asks.

His stomach drops. His posture is suddenly straight as a pin. His shoulders are tense. His jaw clenches. He’s a cornered animal ready for a fight.

She glances at him and in a moment she reads that, then just rolls her eyes. “Oh, fine. Keep your secrets.”

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anonymous asked:

Rfa + saeran's reactions to mc who is usually reserved and stoic but suddenly super affectionate? Like saying I love you 94837 times, giving kisses nonstop, and cuddling?

Cute! Here you go~


  • Normally, you’re pretty relaxed when it comes to affection
  • He’s usually the one initiating hand-holding or cuddling
  • And you usually need some personal space afterwards, which he’s respectful
  • But then one day, you two are on the couch watching a movie like you do pretty much every weekend
  • Suddenly, you cuddle up to him and start peppering his face in kisses
  • Not that he’s complaining, but he knows it’s not like you
  • He manages to pull you off and ask if something is wrong
  • It takes a while to pull it out of you, but apparently one of jerk friends told you that you might lose him if you didn’t show more affection
  • He just pulls you into a soft hug
  • He knows physical touch isn’t your way of showing love, and he doesn’t mind
  • He just wants you to be you–that’s who he fell in love with


  • He was online playing LOLOL when you passed by his room
  • His headphones were loud so you hear one of his buddies say something about how his girlfriend sometimes sat on his lap while he played
  • Yoosung just chuckles, “Yeah…my girlfriend really isn’t like that.”
  • He was stating a fact, but you misinterpreted as him being unhappy
  • It takes you a few hours to pluck up the courage, but you finally come over and sit in his lap
  • He stiffens underneath you…but keeps going
  • You say “I love you” nearly every five minutes and keep kissing his cheek
  • Eventually, he just tears his headphones off and sets them aside
  • He gives you a nervous chuckle, “What’s…this all about?”
  • “I just…love you so much, Yoosung.”
  • He pales. “Oh my gosh, did the doctor’s office call? Am I dying?”
  • After the confusion clears up, you explain what happened, and he can’t stop laughing
  • While you compromise and say you’ll give him a little more affection like this from time to time, he says he loves you just the way you are


  • You were in the park one day, and you can’t help but notice Jaehee was staring at these pair of girls
  • They seemed to be best friends, and they were sitting on a blanket with their limbs all tangled and sometimes they’d do each other’s hair
  • That’s when you realize you and Jaehee don’t even give each other a hug goodbye
  • You thought that Jaehee was dissatisfied, so you try to change things
  • You two are sitting on opposite sides of the couch reading different things
  • You gently places you foot on her leg
  • She slowly looks up at you, “Um…what are you doing?” she drawls
  • “Silly, now you put your leg on mine, and we tangle them.”
  • She’s so confused
  • You eventually end up embarrassed and explaining the whole idea
  • She chuckles and says that it was a misunderstanding
  • In fact, she likes that fact that you’re not super affectionate
  • “It’s the quality time that matters–not the amount of times we touch each other.”
  • You feel a lot more relieved to be yourself and you both are back to being comfortable


  • You were taking a stroll together around the park
  • And some couple is kissing each other nearby
  • He just mumbles, “What a sight.”
  • He was just pointing out the awkward PDA, but you took it wrong and became self conscious since you super reserved when it comes to him, even in private
  • You grab his hand, and he’s confused but doesn’t say anything
  • You guys take a break and sit on a bench, and he starts talking about work
  • You grab his face and give him a huge kiss on the lips
  • He pulls away, and you’ve never seen him so flustered trying to find his words
  • “MC! What’s gotten into you?”
  • You frown, explaining that you thought that’s what he wanted
  • He just chuckles and reassures you that he likes you as you are and you never have to change yourself like that
  • Although he doesn’t mind if you kiss him like that again in private


  • The agency was disbanded, but he owed someone important a favor
  • He went on one last mission to make sure he was completely free
  • It wasn’t supposed to be complicated and he gave you a date when he would be back
  • But he ended up being several weeks late
  • By the time he came back, you were really shaken up despite your usually calm and stoic nature
  • He noticed that over the next few days you were giving a lot more hugs and saying “I love you” a lot more often
  • He kind of guesses what happens and confronts you about it
  • You guys have a long talk and he assures you that he’s safe now
  • He hugs you tightly
  • You return to normal soon after that…but you realize being super cuddly isn’t so bad every once in awhile


  • You were watching some doctor show on TV
  • And one of the experts said that physical affection is one of the best ways to help someone who is hurting or struggling with some trauma
  • You feel bad, because you know Saeran had been having trouble lately and you usually don’t offer much but an occasional pat on the back
  • You find him looking through some magazine and sit beside
  • You awkwardly wrap him in a hug and place a huge kiss right on his cheek
  • “MC, what the–” 
  • You continue to hug him and retelling what the doctor on TV said
  • He has to pry you off of him and calm you down because you feel so bad
  • He explains that he actually likes how your presence is soothing–you don’t need to be touchy for him to feel better around you
  • He assures you just to be yourself since it helps him a lot 

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Drowning (but only for a moment)

Summary: “You love him,” El says, shutting Will’s bedroom door behind her, and it really isn’t a question.

He knows who she’s talking about.

Will tries to open his mouth, to shake his head, anything, but nothing happens. He sits down on his bed, hard, airway suddenly closing up. She’s looking at him expectantly, and then the dam breaks and he’s drowning in his lies until he can’t anymore.

“Yes,” he breathes out harshly. “I do.”

Pairings: Will/Mike, past Mike/El

Notes: It’s a future-fic, about 3,500 words, featuring gay Will Byers, bi Mike Wheeler, and pan Jane “El” Hopper! Yes, I know the title is a bit pretentious, but I like it.

Posted on Ao3 here as well as written out below the cut. Enjoy!

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