i love it when he talks foreign

i love how namjoon encouraged the members to speak in english after they answered in korean throughout the interview, like he’s helping them avoid forming the habit of depending on him for english interviews. and when they had trouble finding the right expressions, namjoon helped and guided them through. personally, i feel like all the members have a good basis of english, but the biggest thing that prevents them from talking fluently is shyness and nervousness. your mind can easily go blank when you’re in an unfamiliar situation, like when talking to strangers, surrounded by a foreign environment. you will think about all the events that can happen next, you will be scared of what would happen if you can’t speak it well, and you will get disappointed at yourself. not to mention there are other factors that make a person unable to speak as fluently as they want, regardless of how much knowledge they have, such as personality, linguistic talent, etc. you can see that they have quite good pronunciation, even better than me, and i consider myself to be somewhat fluent in english. it’s just that they’re too nervous to speak out what they want to say. i’m sure they do arrange their thoughts in english in their heads beforehand, but can’t let it out in words because of nervousness. this is not something that can be fixed in a short time, especially when you’re living in a non-english speaking country and always too busy to solely focus on studying english. i’m so glad namjoon, as someone who has advanced in english ahead, is encouraging and helping the members speak more confidently and fluently, and so do the other members. the way they reacted to each other’s answers, laughing or clapping, those reactions can be seen as just common stuffs but it actually helps building confidence a lot. you will be much more confident in yourself when you know someone understands what you say and goes along with it. they are all helping each other.

Driving Home

DeanCas Coda to 12x12

Dean’s sweaty hands grip and re-grip the steering wheel as he surreptitiously looks over to the passengers side. It’s weird to be driving Cas’s truck, but he insisted under the pretense of letting the angel rest—”Like hell’m gonna let you drive home, Cas. Get in the car.”

Castiel stares listlessly out the window. Dean swallows thickly.

“…So, are we gonna talk about it?”

No answer.


Dean’s heart is beating a mile a minute and he’s convinced he’s gonna be sick. When he side-eyes his angel (and he can say that now, because apparently the idiot loves him), Cas is gripping the edge of his trench so hard his knuckles are white. 

“Castiel,” Dean says. His full name feels foreign on his tongue. “You–You can’t just leave me hangin’ here, man.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Dean.”

Dean’s heart sinks.

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Yuri on Ice BD audio commentary translation - Volume 3

Translation of the audio commentary of the BD/DVD vol.3, by Mitsurou Kubo and Junichi Suwabe, voice actor of Victor Nikiforov. I really wanted to post this before the weekend because I’m not going to be home a lot, so I decided “well, I might just not sleep tonight and translate this instead”… This time there are some parts that I translated almost integrally. They talk a lot about Victor, especially Suwabe’s struggle to get into the role. It provides insight while at the same time not providing… since apparently it’s very hard to guess what is “right” when talking about Victor. I’m sure you will get what I mean if you read what they say…

The commentary is only for episode 6. Episode 5 has no commentary. It’s not a full translation but I summarized most of what they said, and as I wrote above some parts are almost completely translated. As in the previous ones, the format is different from normal interview translations, and you can find my comments too (mostly in brackets).

Translation under the post because it’s long. Enjoy!

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Give me a break.

Hii! I know it’s been forever since I wrote something and I’m very sorry. There’s been so much on my mind lately and so many things that made me feel overwhelmed and I just needed to sort it out. This is kind of very loosely based on ‘Love me or leave me’ by Little Mix because someone requested it. I hope you like it. I plan on writing a second part.xxx

“Well, maybe I don’t fucking care anymore!”
It seemed like his booming voice made the whole house vibrate. It seemed like it cut right through Y/N. His words felt like he took a knife and rammed it into her heart and to top it all off he twisted it slowly so the pain had time to spread.
These last weeks felt like nothing but pain for her. He was never home and even when he was he somehow wasn’t. She let him in and he pushed her away. He pushed her so far away she couldn’t feel him anymore.
“Why are you still here then!?”
She had had enough. If he didn’t care anymore he could walk out the door and never come back.
Harry scoffed, turned around and walked up the stairs. When he slammed the bedroom door shut Y/N could feel the last bit of connection between them slipping away completely.
It’s never been this harsh. They slammed doors and yelled hurtful things before but it’s never been like this. Somehow this felt final.
She didn’t know how it happened, how everything between them began to crumble. But it did.
She didn’t feel his loving touch in at least three months. She didn’t hear his loving words in at least three months.
They fought almost every day and when they didn’t fight they didn’t talk to each other at all. Mornings were spent alone and cold, both waking up at their own times without a good morning kiss or a cuddle or anything at all. Nights were even worse. They went to sleep in the same bed but facing away from each other. They never solved their problems before bed. They broke their rule every single night and went to bed angry.
And even though right now Y/N might think it would be better if their paths would part she also knew she wouldn’t recover from it. Harry was the love of her life. She knew she could never be happy without him.
And so she broke down. Ugly sobs and fat tears. The whole weight of the last few months finally got too much and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was sure she’s never cried this much in her entire life. She was sure she never felt so hurt but numb at the same time before.
She didn’t know what the hell went wrong. What she did to push him away. What she did that made him stop loving her.
He doesn’t love you anymore.
Those were the words that constantly replayed in her head, after every fight.
He hates me.
She couldn’t find another explanation. That was the only reason she could think of as to why he wasn’t interested in fixing things between them.

When she met him she was sure he was the most wonderful person she’s ever met. He looked at her as if she was the most important thing on earth. He cooked the most delicious dinner for her. He held doors for her. He made her laugh and feel appreciated.
When she really got to know him she was knocked off her feet. He was the most gentle and loving man she could have ever imagined. He was there for her. He was the place she ran to when the world overwhelmed her. He was her happy place. Her home.
When things got a bit rough they stuck together. They were a team. They faced everything together and fought through it.
Y/N was the happiest girl ever. She thought she found her forever. Her happily ever after.
Until the perfect relationship began to change into great, then good, then normal and then…
Into whatever they had now.
She couldn’t take it anymore. And the worst thing was that there was no way out of this hell. They can’t go back to where they’ve once been. And parting ways? No fucking way could she survive without him.

It was three hours and twenty tissues later when Harry finally exited the bedroom and came down the stairs. Y/N was standing in front of the big living room window which had a view over what seemed like half of London. Her back was turned to Harry, her hair messy and her frame slightly shaking.
She knew that whatever would come now would change everything. She knew that they reached a point were something had to happen. Anything.
Harry took a deep breath and took the last few step towards her. Y/N closed her eyes when she felt his warmth. She hadn’t felt it in so long.
When he reached his hand out thread his fingers through hers she flinched. Harry could feel his heart breaking at her reaction to his touch. He closed the gap between them and pressed his chest flush against her back. That’s when Y/N started to cry again. Her whole body shook with the force of her tears and the whimpers and sobs seemed to get louder with every passing second.
“Shhh.” Harry tried to calm her and finally wrapped his arms around her from behind.
He nuzzled his face into her neck where she always smelled so good and that’s when he realized how long he hasn’t done that.
Y/N moved her arms so she could intertwine both her hands with his. She didn’t remember the last time she held his hand. She used to love his hands so much, always playing with his fingers and kissing his knuckles.
Harry kept pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and squeezed her tighter to him every time a whimper left her lips.
They stood like that for at least ten minutes before Y/N turned around in his arms and hugged him again. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hands stroking softly over her back while her hands were fisting his shirt. She couldn’t get close enough. She needed him closer. Her hands wandered down underneath his shirt to touch his skin. Harry shuddered when her cold hands touched his skin but he knew she needed this. She hasn’t felt his skin in forever. It almost felt foreign.

When they finally pulled away from each other both of them were scared to let go. This couldn’t be it. They needed each other.
“We have to talk, Harry.” she whispered and pressed her forehead against his.
“I know, my love.”
My love. Was she still his love?
She thought he hated her.
They sat down at the kitchen table across from each other. Both of them couldn’t be fast enough to reach out for each other again and when their hands bumped against each other they both laughed softly. For the first time in months.
None of them wanted to be the first to say anything. Until Harry finally couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“I didn’t mean anything that I said earlier. Or… in the last few weeks. God, what is happening with us?”
“I don’t know, Harry. But it can’t keep going like this. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Me neither, love. I know I didn’t show how much it was affecting me but I want you to know that I feel just as broken as you do.”
Broken. Is that what they’ve become?
“I… I thought you hated me. During all these times you pulled away or turned your back towards me, I thought you hated me.”
Harry’s free hand reached out to hers so he could clasp her hand in both of his.
“I never ever hated you. Not for a second. And I never will.”
Y/N felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders and she felt like she could breath again.
“I love you so much, darling.” Harry whimpered.
Her head snapped up so she could look at him and when she saw tears running down his cheek she reached over the table to wipe them away.
“I love you too, Harry. So much.”
Harry removed her hand from his face and pressed gentle kiss to ever knuckle.
“What are we going to do, love? I want to fix this. I want to go back to being the happiest couple ever. I want to go back to being happy with each other.”
“Me too, Harry. God, I’d do everything to get back to what we once had.”
They stared into each other’s eyes until Y/N cleared her throat and diverted her eyes to the table.
“I-I think we need a break.”
Harry’s whole world stopped in that moment. His mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. He pulled his hands from hers and a breathless ‘no’ left his lips.
“No.” He repeated after a moment.
“No way.”
“Harry, listen. I-”
“No!” he shouted.
Y/N flinched and her ears began to ring like every time he raised his voice at her. Her eyes closed and tears began to dribble down her cheeks.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I know exactly what’s going to happen when we do that. You’re going to realize just how unhappy I make you and that you are so sick and tired of me and you’ll never come back. Or you’ll find someone else who makes you laugh more than I ever did. God, I’m going to be gone for two weeks for promo. Is that not enough distance and space for you?!“
“Harry, I need time okay? I need time to take care of myself. I need time for sorting things out. I need time so that this all can work again and if you’re honest, you need it too.”
He laughed humorlessly and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You will have that time when I’m gone.”
“I-I don’t think two weeks are going to be enough.”
His eyes caught hers and she swore she’s never seen him look at her like that. So sad but angry at the same time.
“Two weeks are nothing, Harry.”
“There’s been times when you couldn’t go a single day without me. There’s been times where two weeks without each other seemed like the end of the world.”
She closed her eyes and tried to control the tears which constantly blurred her sight.
“I don’t think we can sort anything out in two weeks.”
“I don’t think we can sort anything out when we’re away from each other.”
“Harry, please.”
He closed his eyes briefly and sighed.
“How long?”
“T-Two months?”
“No fucking way!”
This time it was Y/N’s turn to sigh.
“Harry, I-”
“One month. And not a single day longer.”
She caught his eyes for a moment before she nodded.
They sat in silence for several minutes, both didn’t know what to say.
“I-I thought I’d stay in a hotel for the two weeks before you’re gone and then I’ll come back.”
“No. Please, I-… I want to know you’re safe. You’ll stay here and I’ll stay with Gemma.”
“If that’s okay with you.”
“No, it’s actually not.”
She looked at him with the saddest eyes he ever saw and he shook his head and and sighed.
“I’m gonna go pack some stuff and then you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”
“Harry, I did not suggest a break because I want to get away from you as quickly as possible. I want to fix this. And I feel like some distance is the only way to sort things out. Or at least make the first step.”
He didn’t say anything but just left the kitchen and went upstairs to pack a few things. For some reason Y/N couldn’t help but feel guilty. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be happy with taking a break, she wasn’t either. But she hoped he could at least understand where she came from.

When he came down the stairs half an hour later with two big duffle bags Y/N almost felt like crying again. She watched him, how he placed them beside the front door, wiped his tears away, took a deep breath and turned around to make his way to the kitchen so he could say goodbye but she was already standing in the foyer. They stared at each other for a few moments before Harry cleared his throat and removed a greasy strand of hair from his face.
“I’ll go now, I guess.”
“Yeah.” Y/N nodded and sniffled.
He looked at her for another few seconds before he let out a frustrated sigh.
“Can I at least get a hug?”
He saw the surprise on her face but she nodded anyway and took the last few steps towards him. She slung her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her body tightly to his and Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her to his chest. He pressed kisses to her shoulder and neck and stroked over her back in gentle patterns.
When they pulled away a bit Y/N reached up to cup his cheeks and stroke over his skin.
“I love you. Nothing changed about that and nothing is going to change. I don’t want you to worry about me breaking up with you. I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
Harry pressed his forehead to hers and pulled her body even closer.
“Will you say goodbye when I’ll leave for New York? Don’t think I could leave without seeing you before.”
“I’ll think about it, okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded.
“C-Can I kiss you?” he asked her in a whisper.
She leaned in and connected her lips to his as an answer, his bottom lip slipping between hers. She kissed him four times before she pulled away a bit to look up at him again.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
She nodded and smiled softly at him.
“I love you, too.”
Harry gazed into her eyes for another few seconds before he pressed a few gentle kisses against her lips again. He pulled away from her then and took his duffle bags.
“I’ll let you know when I’ll leave for New York. You can call me or come over anytime you need, okay?”
“Okay. You can come over or call as well. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”
He nodded and opened the door.
“Take care, yeah?”
“You too, love.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And just like that he left.

EXO’s Reaction to Their GF Speaking a Foreign Language


Xiumin would find it more interesting than anything.  When he found out you spoke a different language, he’d ask you to teach him a little—mostly things like “I love you” and “I like cats”. He’d use those phrases often, making you smile at how excited he was to be saying it in your language.


Chen would become speechless when you began talking in a foreign language. When you looked over at him, his eyes would be wide and his mouth open slightly.  He wouldn’t ask you to teach him, but would frequently request you to speak in your language just so he could listen.


Always playful, Baekhyun would be mimicking the noises coming out of your mouth, grinning when you gave him an unimpressed look.  Though you’d try to teach him a little, he wouldn’t take it very seriously and would continue to tease you.


Learning you spoke another language would only make Chanyeol admire you more.  “Ahh, my jagiya is so talented,” he’d say, kissing your forehead.  He’d ask you to teach him a little, working hard to get his pronunciation right to impress you.


Already impressed by every little thing you do, Lay would grin happily when he heard you speaking another language.  After complimenting you until you were red in the face about how smart you are, Lay would excitedly try to learn as many different phrases as he could.


Instead of outright asking you to teach him your language, D.O would secretly look up a few choice phrases and learn them on his own.  You wouldn’t be able to stop smiling as he told you how beautiful you are in your own language.


Suho would watch in awe as you chattered away in a foreign language. “How..when did you..?” He would stammer, looking astonished that you didn’t only speak Korean.  You’d smile, offering to teach him a little, which he would gladly accept.


Like Baekhyun, Kai would take a more playful route.  After you were finished speaking, he’d grin before saying something completely unintelligible that almost sort of resembled what you had said.  You’d laugh and try to correct his pronunciation, but that would only end in him butchering it more.


Sehun would love listening to you talk in your language, but he would rather listen than speak it.  He’d be outright stubborn about learning. “You sound so much better than me, jagiya. I’d rather let you speak it,” he’d say, before asking you to say “Sehun is the best” in your language.

Soulmate AU: You Can See Color Once You Meet Your Soulmate II

@kurtwxgners I’m gonna do something Frank in the future for you but until then, Soft Boy Trio ™ Member Jonathan!

You had been blessed with artistic abilities, specifically when it came to drawing and painting. Starting in your youth, when you could hold a pencil or crayon just right enough to make a coherent image, people had praised you on your skills. And, when you got old enough, you began to pat yourself on the back as well: The shadows were placed just right, you knew your way about light reflection for the most part, and even your least realistic pieces had some charm to them that you couldn’t help but find yourself impressed by.

Now all you needed was for your soulmate to come along, give you the ability to see color, and you’d be all set.

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Guess Who Asked? : Spencer Reid x Reader

Originally posted by netflixandi

“Excuse me?” You say, tapping a blonde woman in a blazer on the shoulder. “Do you know where I can find Doctor Spencer Reid?”

You read the name off a card that was given to you by Dr. Reid himself whenever he met you for a genetic analysis of the most recent suspect’s DNA in their case in northern Virginia. 

“Oh, hi, I’m Agent Jennifer Jureau or JJ and you are?” She extends a hand toward you and you shake it lightly.

“I’m Dr. (Y/F/N), genetic analyst and forensic criminologist, odd combo, I know.” You smile, dropping JJ’s hand. “Dr. Spencer Reid contacted me about conducting a genetic analysis on Mr. Louis Green for your case and I had some very interesting findings.”

You pull your manila file closer to your chest as JJ leads you to a little office where Spencer had set up. 

“Spence, there is a Dr. (Y/F/N) here with some results that you requested.” JJ shuts the door behind you as you make your way closer to the man that requested your assistance. 

“Hi, Dr. (Y/F/N), it’s great to see you again.” Spencer smiles as you hand him the file.

“Please, call me (Y/N). The only people that actually refer to me as ‘doctor’ are my parents,” you laugh.

Spencer chuckles slightly as he speeds through your findings. “With Mr. Green,” you start. “The reason why your eye witness testimonies and DNA testing doesn’t match is because he has a rare genetic disorder in which the DNA in his blood differs from the DNA in his semen. His blood was tested against the semen in the rape test kit, which rendered the results inconclusive. He most likely absorbed a twin in the womb before the twin was detected and inherited the DNA from there.”

“A human chimera,” Spencer whispers. He closes the file and looks up at you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). This helps our case tremendously.”

“It’s really no problem. I’m happy to help any time.”

Spencer walks out of the room with the file in hand as Morgan gives him a clap on the back. 

“Hey, it’s one step in the right direction, lover-boy,” Morgan chuckles. You could hear them through the door, but waited to see where the conversation was going.

“(Y/N) is an amazing genetic analyst and is extremely smart, I just asked for a professional opinion. From one doctor to another.” You can see Spencer start to blush a little and you can feel heat rising to your cheeks too.

“Alright, if that’s all you wanted, then you won’t mind if I ask (Y/N) out then, hm?” Anyone could tell that Morgan was just trying to get on Spencer’s nerves, and it was working. 

“Really, Morgan?” Spencer asks, obviously slightly annoyed.

“I’m just joking, kid. You go get ‘em, just make sure (Y/N) doesn’t leave before you ask.” He walks away and as soon as he passed the office you were in, you stepped out. You head toward the doors, hoping Spencer will stop you before you get there. As soon as you have a hand on the door, you hear someone call your name.

“(Y/N)!” Spencer jogs over to catch up with you at the front of the station. “I was wondering if you would like to meet up sometime away from work? Maybe go see a foreign film or go to the Smithsonian together.”

“I would love to see a foreign film sometime, but the Smithsonian sounds like a better option. We can actually talk without disturbing anybody,” you laugh.

“That sounds great.” Spencer takes your card from you before opening the door to the station. “I’ll let you know when the case is over so we can go to the museum!” he called after you.

“Perfect. Talk to you soon.” You hop in your car and just take a second to process what happened. 

Spencer walks back inside and shows Morgan your card. “Guess who asked?”

messedupessy  asked:

Ok, you ASKED for it: what can make the UT US UF and SF skeleton bros blush? like what can make them blush so hard and make them get so flustered that they can barely talk? :D because I have a sudden need for super flustered skeletons!


UT!Sans is honestly baffled when people genuinely smile at him? If you actually smile at him and you mean it (because you love him) then he’s just so confused. He’s spent his entire life with a smile unwillingly plastered across his face. So the fact that a smile actually means something is so??? Foreign??

UT!Papyrus can’t handle praise. Even if you’re lying through your teeth about how great his spaghetti is, and it’s the most obvious lying ever? He will blush so much. He just doesn’t know what to do with positive attention. Or any attention

US!Sans can’t handle having anyone compliment his personality. He’s used to people talking about how “excitable” and ”bubbly” he is but it’s always in that tone. So having someone say something positive about how energetic he is makes him blush so much! (Bonus points if you compliment his clothing.)

US!Papyrus is a tease, but he can’t take being teased. Get creative. Take lollipops out of his mouth. If you’re taller than him try putting your arm on his head. Mess with him

UF!Sans is really used to getting negative attention. Give him a hug. A smorch. Pat his head. Snuggle the skell. Just snuggle him. He cannot handle the snuggles.

UF!Papyrus takes a lot of pride in his appearance, but if you ever compliment him on it prepare for embarrassed skeletal shrieks. “HUMAN! I DEMAND YOU CEASE FLIRTING WITH ME IN SUCH A SCANDALOUS MANNER!!” - After complimenting his heeled boots

SF!Sans Just shower him with really specific praise. Talk about how his scarf barely moved when he did that triple flip today and how amazing he must be at tying knots and-!! You will break him

SF!Papyrus will practically die if you give him any sort of sympathy. He thinks he doesn’t deserve it. Tell him you wish things were better for him and Sans. He might happy cry if you over-use this.

Here’s to Mr. Hyunh*

I’m the crier in the family. I cry when we fight. I cry when a movie is too sad. Evidently since getting married, I apparently cry at weddings now. Up until last weekend I’d never seen my husband cry before.

We loved seeing our friend get married. The rest of the experience was…unpleasant. I watched my husband as the only Asian get roped into doing AV for the wedding and then criticized when he didn’t know how to work the soundboard. I heard the officiant mispronounce the bride’s non-western (but-super-easy-to-say!) name and then heard him say “I’ll just call you Judy.” I listened when my husband got back in the car after paying for gas with a smirk saying “The first thing the attendant said to me was, ‘Are you here for that Pakistani wedding?’” 

We were excited to leave. 

After a weekend of gray-rocking and exchanging stressed looks, we were avoiding processing by mindlessly listing our favourite Nickelodeon TV shows from when we were growing up while eating breakfast in a small diner, just getting through this one last event before making the five hour trip home and leaving - Get Out style. 

“I liked Recess because it actually had a somewhat diverse cast,” my husband said.

I smirked. “On the Weekenders every single character celebrated a different holiday in winter. Christmas, Winter Solstice, Hanukkah, and Kwanza!”

“Ah yes, the black best friend. That was all the rage for diversity. Doug. I mean, his friend was green, but we all knew he was supposed to be black.”

“Recess also had a black best friend.”


“Hey Arnold!” 

“Hey Arnold! had a Vietnamese character,” he says wistfully. It had been a silly, dumb conversation, but suddenly his eyes were widening and I knew it was no longer a joke. “Mr. Hyunh lived underneath Arnold. He was always really kind.”

I thought for a moment before picturing an Asian character with glasses. “I sort of remember that.”

And suddenly, my wonderful, brave, sweet husband’s eyes are welling up. “He’d been separated by his wife and kid ‘cuz of the war. There was an episode where they were reunited. I don’t…I don’t know why I’m crying.”

As I looked into his eyes, feeling a small taste of the pain he’d experienced by spending the weekend - heck - spending his life as an outsider in this country, as someone represented in media as foreign, confusing, dumb, “wise”, mystical, but almost never a person or a protagonist - certainly never the protagonist with the white wife, I felt a bit of his love for a side character who had been “graciously” granted a subplot. I thought of how I’d been annoyed at the rehearsal when everyone had asked me questions and expected me to be in charge because I’d merely been helping, and when I asked how he was treated he smiled sadly at my naivety and said “No one talked to me.” I thought of how the bride’s family had been judged for eating with their hands. I thought of the looks and the avoidance.

“It’s because representation fucking matters.”

Here’s to you, Mr. Hyunh. I’m glad you found your family. 

*Edited after someone pointed out the character’s name was Mr. Hyunh, not Mr. Nguyen. Thanks!

[fanacc] 170521 SHINee 9th  Anniversary Party

 MC: How have you been spending your days recently?

 Minho: I’ve been waiting for this day! (9th anniversary party)

Talking about a day they remember the most, Minho mentioned about their first concert and he felt emotions he can never forget

Taemin just said his first concert in Japan is on 1st and 2nd July and that there should be good news in Korea soon too

Jinki talking about his first impression of Jjong He first met Jjong and when he went into the practice room Jjong told him here’s this here’s that~ so Jinki thought oh it must be great to have a hyung like him…!

Jjong and Minho knows the programs that Jinki went on better than himself.. Jinki forgot the driving program and got reminded by Jongho

They’re talking about an experience they want to experience and Taemin said there’s one he rly wants and it’s travelling with the members

Minho said the thing that Jjong always do before the concert is to go up to the members and say “do well~~” (Minho imitated Jjong’s voice)

lmao they’re giving socks to Jinki’s sections because he won the games  socks cuz the meaning of being together (as a pair)

Things to takeaway from today’s party: 1. SHINee’s predebut stories never gets old 2. SHINee knows each other’s schedules 3. They love us

The boys were literally answering each other’s upcoming/past schedules before the member himself could say anything….

Basically they’re doing an initial talk now S – SHINee H - Here (right now) I - Impression N - New (anything new recently) e – Experience e – Effect (the effects of the team SHINee)

Taemin thought Minho was a foreigner with his big eyes and small face and that he was good in Korean! But later found out he is a Korean.

Minho said he still remembers when he saw Taemin danced (predebut) he thought that Taemin had no bones HAHAHA

Minho: I think shawols are so good at doing events! MC: That’s because they don’t have boyfriends to do it to

During 투명 우산 fans blew up transparent balloons~ Minho said it reminded him of back when they first debuted they didn’t have lightsticks yet

trans cr: @Z0EYYY

Worry - Jim Kirk

Requested by anonymous. 

“So, how does everything look?” you asked as you pulled your top back over your growing stomach. Leonard nodded at you as he pulled off his gloves. 

“Good. Great. Jim should have nothing to worry about,” he said with a knowing smile. You laughed and sat up, swinging your legs back over the side of the examination table. 

“Could you let him know that?”

“He still stressing out about this?” You nodded. Since the moment you told your husband that you were pregnant, he had not stopped worrying about every possible thing that could go wrong. 

“I’m sure you know more than I do,” you said. “He comes down here nearly every day to ask you a new question.”

“As soon as the baby’s here, he’ll relax, I promise,” Leonard said. You sighed. 

“I hope so.” 

You left Med Bay and started walking back to the command center. A kick caused you to bring your hand to your stomach, just as the doors opened. Jim spun around in his chair, and immediately got up when he saw that you were touching your stomach.

“Everything okay?” he asked, immediately in front of you. 

“Yes. Just a kick,” you said with a smile. Jim didn’t, so you leaned in to kiss his cheek, causing a small smile to spread across his face. 

“How’d the doctor’s appointment go?” he asked, following you as you sat down. 

“Great. Bones says everything is okay.”

“Okay?” he asked nervously. “Just okay?”

“No, everything looks alright. Everything is gonna be fine,” you said, touching his arm. He sighed, but still the worried look didn’t leave his face. 

“Did he give a more conclusive date on when you would give birth?” he asked.

“No, still the same due date as before.”

“We’ll still keep planning around that day.”

“Planning?” you asked, leaning back in your chair. 

“Yes. Everything needs to be perfect.”

“It will be, because we’ll have our baby. I wish you would stop worrying about this.”

“I’m not worried.” You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “What?” 

“Jim, you have put off every mission we have had planned on foreign planets since you found out, in case I went through labor while you were gone.”

“That was a good decision,” he said.us to 

“You did it nine months ago! Listen,” you said, taking his hand, making him crouch down so you could talk as privately as possible. “I love you, but you need to stop stressing. It will be fine.” He nodded and leaned up to kiss you softly.

“I love you, too.”

As the day went on, you figured that Jim had calmed down, at least just a little bit. However, when you arrived back at your cabin, you found Spock and Leonard standing in your room.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly. 

“Hey,” Leonard said. 

“What are you doing?” Leonard stumbled over his words, so Spock gave an answer to whatever he was going to give a lie to.

“The captain wanted us to make sure everything was prepped in case you had to give birth-”

“You’re kidding,” you said.

“No, those were the captain’s specific orders.”

“She knows,” Leonard said, slapping Spock’s arm softly. “I’m sorry,” he said to you.

“It’s not your fault.” You rubbed your stomach, feeling another kick. “With all this stress that he is causing me, he’s going to make this baby come quicker than it’s suppose to.”

When Jim came back to your cabin that night, you remained silent. You knew that he knew you knew what he was trying to do. You crawled into bed silently that night by yourself. Jim came in a little later, and rolled over to face you.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“For what?” you asked sleepily.

“I don’t mean to be stressing you out with my worry.”

“I don’t know why you have to be worried. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“I’m sure my father thought the same thing,” he said. You sighed and moved closer to him, so that your stomach touched his. 

“You are not your father. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“He couldn’t have predicted what happened.”

“And neither can you. If something catastrophic like that were to happen, there’s no way you could stop it, either.” He sighed. “But you don’t need to worry, because it’s not going to. You, me, and little George will be just fine. I promise.”

“Why are you so calm?” he asked.

“Because you’re doing all the worrying for me,” you said with a smile. He nodded and you rested your forehead against his. 

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” you said, leaning up to kiss him. 

Two days later, Jim was clutching your hand as you gave birth to your son. He came exactly as planned, on your due date. Leonard was perfectly ready, Jim having ordered everyone to not fuck around until after the baby was born. 

The labor went fairly easy, and Jim never left your side once. A few minutes later, Leonard put your baby boy in your arms. Jim gasped once, and never took another breath again. You both were too busy staring at the perfect child in your arms. 

“He’s amazing,” Jim whispered finally.

“I love him,” you said, also keeping a low voice as you stared at the infant with Jim’s blonde hair, asleep in your arms. Jim kissed your forehead and you looked up at him.

“I told you there was nothing to worry about,” you said. 

“I know.” He kissed your lips, just as your son opened his mouth to cry, loudly enough for all of the ship to hear, no doubt.

My Brothers’ Keeper- Brothers Thomas & John Shelby

Request// Please may I request one where John has a twin sister please and how she fits into the whole family dynamic??? Thank you love!

*Getting back into the rhythm of things and correct me if I’m wrong, but the Peaky community has grown quite a bit since last time a wrote! More to come.Also this gif is from @fin0nia! xoxox*


You’d admit that it didn’t take much to ruffle your feathers, but this was an all time low…even for John. By the time you found him in the shop, he was already up on the board, writing up the daily figures. Lucky for him, you weren’t looking to make a seen today.

“Ah, just the idiot I wanted to see,” you gritted out as you gripped his forearm hard, pulling him into the closest empty office.

“Already in a sour mood, eh Y/N,” he taunted back.

“Enough of your nonsense, John,” you scowled him. You only felt free to speak openly once the office door was shut. “Mind telling me why Henry didn’t come to take me out this afternoon?”

He took a moment to think over his words before producing them. “Never liked him much anyways. A coward of a man he was.” He pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his pockets, trying to distract himself from your venomous glare.

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blamehim  asked:

"My girl" would be used in front of his friends cause he's so fucking blessed to have you in his life. And when you're doing something completely mundane like getting out of the shower or waking up beside him, he'd stare at you and whisper "my beautiful girl" followed by an attack of sloppy kisses from his pouty lips. And if he wants something from you he'd use "mon amour" cause he loves impressing you with his french, and you love the way he rolls his r's - foreign yet familiar and sexy as hell

Holy shit??? Wow I didn’t need to think about H speaking French to me but here we are


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“Y/N!” groaning in frustration, I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder why everyone seemed to distract me while I was working. “Y/N!” The voice echoed once again.

Slowly, I picked my arms up to swipe under my reading glasses lens and wipe the sleep from under my eyes, hoping I at least looked somewhat descent in what I wearing, having only woken up an hour ago, only to start on paperwork that needed to be completed. I no doubt looked like a living, breathing zombie.

“Yes?” I mumbled, giving that as a cue to whoever was at the door permission to enter, it creaked open slightly revealing the blonde girl I knew to well.

“Yes Gigi? What is it?” I groped, returning my eyes to the paperwork at hand.

“There’s someone here to see you.” She squeaked, obviously intimidated by me.


My eyebrows furrowed at her sentence, eyes quickly wandering over to my date diary beside me to check I hadn’t overlooked a meeting with anyone for day, returning empty handed and confused.

“I don’t have any meetings or deals scheduled for today. Tell whoever it is to either schedule something for a different day or get the fuck off my turf unless there prepared to meet the saviour.”

Gigi shook her head, fear in her eyes for objected against my wishes. “But you don’t understand. He insists he sees you now.”

“He?” I questioned. “Tell him I’ll rip his balls off and make him eat it if he insists he’ll see me now. I don’t talk unless it’s implanted in my book. Now if you’ll excuse me.” I concluded, gesturing down to the mountainous pile of paper.

“But y/n-” she continued, voice shaky.

“Enough Gigi!” I snapped. “I said I’m not speaking to this guy and that’s final, now if you want to keep objecting my orders then I’ll gladly warm my gun up right here, right now. Don’t push me!”

The room feel silent, Gigi trembling with nervous anxiety which was off considering I was pretty close to her, and she was rather comfortable around me most of the time.

But it wasn’t long before a third, unexpected voice had snuck its was into the conversation. The raspiness and flatness to it drawing shivers through my body, too familiar to feel any such foreignness. “Oh c'mon Y/N, loosen up a little bit. This is your friend your talking to right here, not me. No need for the vividly fücked up threats.”

My eyes rolled back in annoyance but also slightly in pleasure after hearing my name roll so smoothly off his tongue, remembering a time when instead of simply just saying it, he rather lustfully moaned it, spitting it with an edge-y warning as if saying ‘do that again and I’ll fuck you senseless. ’

And boy did he live up to those words. God I loved those days.

But instead, here I was, only visualising my unholy thoughts in my own head. Even that being off limits as to now that he was in a relationship with someone else.

“Funny hearing that from the man that kills people for a living.” The words ran off my tongue, dripping with hatred. Hatred that just didn’t exist.

“Not that your any better.” He replied smugly, placing - or rather, throwing himself in the black leather one seater placed neatly in front of my desk.

“Your not welcome here at the moment. What are you doing here?” I asked, running a few of my slender fingers across my mess of hair. His eyes followed my hands, trailing all the way past my eyes then to my slight cleavage which had fallen due to my loose pyjama top.

My eyes rolled in acknowledgement, a scoff escaping my lips “My eyes aren’t on my breasts.” I stated. A smirk set across his face, no shame evident on his features as his eyes finally trailed back to mine. Fire burning through his honey orbs at the recognition that he had just been caught in the wrong.

But to people like us, wrong was always right.

Frustration fumed behind my exterior, my annoyingly sexy ex welcoming himself in my gang house only to make himself comfortable in my office while checking me out. I mean, not that I minded the last thing, but still. “What the fuck do you want McCann?” But nonetheless, I still had to hide the wave of hurt my heart produced every time his name was mentioned or his face was seen.

“Oh yeah.” He smiled, eyes lighting up in mischief, giving off the impression that I obviously wasn’t going to be thrilled with his reason of being here. “Well, some little fucker from my gang gave away the location of our hideout on his run last night and now some guys are tracking us. It’s not safe in our house anymore so I decided that maybe you would like to help me out with a little favour. I need a place to lay low in until the drama dies off - mind if I get a little cozy here for a while?” He battered his eyelashes in a mocking manner.

Was he serious?! First it just rolls in without scheduling anything and now he wants to practically move his hole gang into my gang house?! By allowing him access, I’m putting my gang in danger, and I need all the liability I can get.

“McCann, your putting my gang in danger by asking this.” I stated, only earning an eye roll from the fucker.

“But my gang is in danger here, so I gotta do what I can to protect ‘em.”

Jason’s always been the one to show that he dosent really care about what happens, and that everything is about him and mainly him but deep down, he does care for the general safety of his gang, and I respected that.

“Your asking for a lot here, Jason.” I sighed.

His face softened, obviously beginning to get sick of being cocky around me, knowing well that he can open up with me, no matter what our past lead to.

“You don’t think I know that.” Disparity was written all over his face. “And you know that I wouldn’t want to do anything to put you in danger.”

Funny, he was the one holding a gun to my head the other day.

“But I really need a place to stay. And no matter what happened in our past, your the only one I trust enough to help me in a situation like this. Please y/n. Please.”

My eyes widened, the memories of that night flowing back into my head at his words. Jason McCann does not beg. He never does, but this is the second time I’ve had the pleasure of hearing his pleas, and probably the only person to ever hear it. But him begging only lead me to my regrets, the day I walked away after he stood, pleading for me to stay.

The last time i turned my back on his desperateness I was left with a broken heart and regrets of ever leaving, because now I had to watch him walk around with a side hoe, while I willow away in a corner begging for his attention. I just couldn’t bring myself to decline his pleads, not this time. Not after what happened the last.

My tough face fell, finally giving into his puppy eyes. “Alright… Alright fine. I want your gang in here by Monday latest. I don’t have enough rooms for everyone so your members are probably gonna have to share with some of mine or sleep on the couch.”

Jason smiled, more a smirk then anything as he showed a victorious expression, also followed with a hint of greatfulness, but I knew he wouldn’t admit that. His head was too big for himself to admit something such as greatfulness.

“That’s fine. It’ll only be for a few weeks anyways.”

I nodded solemnly, before the room around us fell silent. Just the both of us avoiding eye contact. This is what it was supposed to feel like between us, like every other ex couple. Awkward, heavy, tense. And I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

I wished it was like the old days. Happy, strong, lustful. Being able to turn each other on with an action as simple as running a hand through our hair.

But finally, Jason stood up, the tension slowly falling as he fell closer and closer to the door. “Alright, well. I better go get everything ready. See ya soon L/N.”

He sent a mocking wink in my direction before the door swung open, his figure disappearing through it as it slowly closed behind him.

I sighed. If only he knew what he could do to me. I could already tell i was more then likely going to regret this.


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funkzpiel skomentował(a) Twój postnatecchi skomentował(a) Twój post: …


No, no, no, he can flirt but only when he is alone and stars align right way ;D

Okay, but I’ve just thought “what if Percival could flirt at work?”. People hear about him charming suspects to spill their secrets, foreign diplomats swoon over him, and everyone just assume that Percival can flirt so easily outside of work too.

So they approach Percival outside of work, wanting to ask him out… and then they realize that he cannot flirt. Not at all. He stares at them blanking and answers their “Do you want to have a dinner?” with “Like anyone else, I suppose. I’m not on a diet”. He gives flowers left on his desk to his secretary or female Aurors thinking that someone made a mistake; the thought that they could be for him doesn’t even cross his mind.

Over years everyone slowly learn you cannot beat around the bush when you want to ask Percival out. They also learn that Percival is never the one to start flirting –

— That is until he meets Newt Scamander. And the only thing funnier than seeing people turned down by oblivious Director is to see that Director trying - and spectacularly failing - at flirting with Newt.

NCT's reaction when they hear you speaking your mother language.

Request: Nope, lol.

A/N: Hey, hehe. Let me explain what this mess is. So, today I was really bored and I tried to do for the first time one of this NCT’s reactions. So, yeah, if this sucks you know the reason, lmao. But, tbh I’m really proud of this and I really enjoyed writing it, so, yeah, I’ll be accepting request of this. Just, remember that I don’t do smut and that I’m probably terrible at all the kinky stuff, lmao.

Also, lately I’m having lots of homework and tests so.. yeah, shit happens. But thank you very much for understanding!


It would surprise him at first, but end up getting used to it and loving hearing you taking in your mother language. He would tell you to do it more often, sometimes asking you to translate for him when he sees comments of international fans and wanting for you to teach him a bit too.

“What did you just say, jagi?”
“Oh? Ah, nothing important, I was just mumbling something to myself.”
“Ah~ It sounded pretty.”

Originally posted by taei


You were reading out loud some phrases that you wrote in an old notebook of you. After reading, you would translate for him and make him repeat after you, trying to teach him. Both of you giggle when he makes mistakes but you give him little kisses on his face when he gets it right, making him more flustered and motivated every time.

“Did I said it right, jagiya?”
“Ah~ yes! Good job, baby.”

Originally posted by hansoulji


This guy loves learning new languages, so he would always make you like a thousand of questions about your country and culture and would also try his best to learn this language for you, asking you to buy him books that can help him and making you study with him.

“How’s possible that your pronunciation so good, Johnny? I’m impress.”
“Is a natural talent, baby.”

Originally posted by withsuh


He would love hearing you talking in your mother language, whenever you do he starts looking at you with heart eyes and extreme attention.

“It was your mom the one who just called you, jagiya?”
“Yes, she told me that she misses you a lot.”
“We should travel over there and visit her, then! I’ve been practicing, and I think that now I’ll be able to have a conversation with her without you help!”

Originally posted by bhaek


It would be super interesting for him listening to you talk those beautiful and differents words. He would try to “speak” with you, copying your accent and trying to repeat what you said and, obviously, pronuncing wrong, making you laugh. But in the end learning the most common and unnecesary phrases you can think of.

“I did well, right? I said it just like you.”
“You wish, Yuta.”

Originally posted by bubwoo


You make him fall in love even more everytime you talk in your mother language, but just can’t take it when you sing in it. His heart races and he can’t help but smile widely, losing himself in your voice. 

“Why are you looking at me so much, Doyoung?”
“You’re just so beautiful, y/n.”

Originally posted by 1aeil


Just like Taeyong, he would love hearing you talk. Once, you tried to teach him but he gave up in less than ten minutes because it was too hard for him, but he would love hearing your voice and seeing you so comfortable and excited when you talk with your family.

“It sound so nice, I wish we could talk with each other in other language more.”
“Ah, really? You should teach me Chinese someday then.”
“Really? Let’s do it right now, baobei! It’s really easy!”

Originally posted by chanhees


He would ask you to talk for him all the time, while cuddling, eating or just asking you how to say random words. He finds your language really beautiful and he would love hearing your pretty voice saying unknown words.

“Wow, y/n! The word you just said sounded super pretty, what does it mean?”
“I love you.”
“Aw~ babyyyyy~”

Originally posted by nakamotens


Other cutie who would love to hear your voice, he would try to learn at list the most common phrases to be able to create a small conversation with your family.

“I keep forgetting how to pronounce that word! Do you think your mom is going to understand what I’m saying?”
“Of course she’s going to undertand! Also, you sound really cute.”
“Then, I guess I won’t worry too much about it.”

Originally posted by taeyounq


This cutie would get frustrated when he can’t get the words right, and you laugh at his cuteness. He gets his revenge later, when he tries to teach you Chinese and he keeps giggling the whole time at your pronunciation. You guys make each other so happy with so little.

“You’re so cute, Sicheng. Did you know that?”
“Hehe, you’re cuter baobei.”

Originally posted by animequeenn13


Here’s other baby who’s good at languages, but like Winwin he would get frustrated everytime he doesn’t get the pronunciations perfectly, even if it’s the littlest mistake. But he loves spending time with you, learning things about your culture and your country.

“The pronunciation is alright, Mark! Don’t be too hard on yourself on something so silly.”
“Is not silly, is the language that my significant other speaks… and their family, it’s really import to me!”
“You’re an angel.”

Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts


He would be similar to Jaehyun, only learning basic stuff, he just doesn’t want to confuse himself more than he already is because of the languages he already knows. But he loves how happy and comfortable you seem with your friends and family. Whenever he is in a bad mood he asks you to read or sing for him in your mother language, losing himself in the sound of your voice.

“Where are you going? We didn’t finish the lesson yet, Jun.”
“But you promised to go to the Moomin cafe with me! Also, I already know the important things, you teach me then the other day, baobei.”
“Renjun, you only can say your name and count to three.”

Originally posted by donghyukslee


He would make you teach him, but in this case you’re the one giving up. He’s so distracted by your soft voice and all your beauty that he can’t remember nothing at all.

“Can you say that again?”
“Jeno, is my third time saying it!”
“I’m sorry! But you’re so pretty.. It’s distracting.”

Originally posted by krstals


This baby would love to learn your mother language, you guys probably even have a determined day and hour to have lessons and everything. Apart of the basic stuff he would also want to learn cute pick up lines and compliments so he can say them to you when you’re sad or in a bad mood. And maybe some insults that he can say to the other members, of course.

“I’m saying it even better than you, did you notice that babe?”
“Do you really think so? Ah~~ I was internally thinking that our lessons weren’t giving any results.”
“Hehe, you’re so cute, Hyuck.”

Originally posted by haenyan


He would be pretty much like Taeyong, enjoying your voice and loving seeing how happy you look while talking with other people in your mother language. Falling in love with you a bit more. Maybe he would learn some easy pick up lines or compliments to say to you or to his fans when he has the opportunity.

“Your voice while talking in your mother language is so beautiful.”
“It’s the same voice that you heard when I talk in Korean.”
“No, no. Your accent is adorable, did you realize that?”
“Shut up, Jaemin.”

Originally posted by neoculturedaily


He would be like Haechan, having a determined day and hour in the week to have lessons. Once, he practiced for weeks and weeks a cute message wich was awfully translated telling you how thankful he’s for having you by his side and how much he loves you, he made you felt so happy after saying so that he won a whole day cuddling and watching movies with you. You can’t even imagine how happy he was that day!

“Thanks for teaching me all of this, baobei. I love you a lot.”
“I love you too, Chenle.”

Originally posted by kunxxxsol

This baby would think that having a foreign significant other is the coolest thing and he always brags about how intelligent you are to his hyungs. He loves hearing your accent when you talk in your mother language but would get shy when you ask him to repeat after you while you try to teach him, and he gets so nervous that pronounce everything in a funny yet very cute way.

“But I don’t understand, we were literally making out an hour ago, why would you get so shy for something like this?”
“Y/N, don’t say that~”

Originally posted by pink-ramen-hair

sohmamon  asked:

I'd love to hear opinions for Megamorphs 4

Short opinion: I giggle every time I read the line “President Clinton urged everyone to remain calm” but seriously this book is so scary specifically because it feels so realistic to canon.

Long opinion:

I’ve always felt like this book takes place in direct conversation with #1, fleshing out the existing personalities and relationships of the team as of the moment that they walk through the construction site.  The actual first book in the series sweeps the characters along so quickly toward their destiny (by necessity, because anything else would be bad writing) that we get extremely few details about what these kids are actually like before the war ruins their lives except in the retrospective.  Back to Before feels like a chance to go back and find out who exactly these kids were before they all became homicidal cinnamon rolls.  Of course I’m a sucker for the details about Tom (He has a driver’s license!  He wears a denim jacket over blue jeans like a true 90s fashion victim!  Temrash 114 keeps at least two separate dracon beams in his room!  His parents think he should pay more attention in school!) but there are also a ton of rich characterization moments for all six Animorphs.  

This book really shows us for the first time why Tobias is so desperate for his life to change that he throws himself into a war (and maybe-maybenot gets himself trapped in morph) just to have friends and a purpose.  He belongs nowhere—not at home with his alcoholic uncle, not at school where he’s constantly under threat of physical violence, not at the mall where Jake listens to him out of pity while Marco’s openly hostile—which means that he grabs the first chance he can to fly away from it all.  Maybe he’s being short-sighted, since by #3 he already knows he had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he’s so desperate to get out that one can hardly blame him even when he resorts to becoming a controller in order to have someone to talk to and something to give him meaning.  

It’s also striking that Tobias is the one who ends up recruited by the Sharing, while Jake attends one meeting and leaves.  Most of the series has this implicit assumption that if any of them will be the first one taken, it’ll be Jake, since he’s the one with a controller already living in the house.  (For instance, #41 and #7 both feature variations on the theme of everyone getting caught because Tom saw something he shouldn’t, and in #49 everyone is shocked when the yeerks’ DNA match isn’t between Jake and Tom.)  However, here Jake sees everything the Sharing has to offer… and tells Tom “I’m not really a joiner,” because he’s really really not (MM4).  The unfortunate flip side of the coin of Jake’s leadership ability is that he makes a fairly terrible follower.  In this book it saves his life, but there are other instances (when dealing with the andalites in #18 and #38, during the negotiations with the Arn in #34) where everyone would probably be better off if Jake could find it in himself to sit down, shut up, and do as he’s told.  Non-Animorph Jake is probably at risk of becoming a useless washout (between the crappy academic performance, the mediocre athletic performance, and the lack of motivation to do anything, he’s probably destined to spend the rest of his life as a failed artist living in a studio apartment in downtown LA paid for by his parents’ money), but he’s also not at risk of becoming a voluntary controller, because he’s perfectly content with his mediocre life.  

Rachel, by contrast, is incredibly restless in her normal life.  Cassie describes her as “hunting” with “laser focus” when looking for bargains at the mall (MM4).  It takes her about ten seconds to get on board with chasing down and attempting to tackle some random stranger because Marco thinks said stranger looks like his dead mom.  She snaps into action the second that Ax broadcasts the news that aliens are attacking the planet, and keeps fighting with whatever tools come to hand (including a severed hork-bajir head, because this girl is hardcore) until she gets killed.  For all that she loves it, this book implies that the war might be the worst thing that could have possibly happened to Rachel.  After all, she’s quite good at channeling all that pent-up aggression into verbal sparring the way her mom does (notice how much she enjoys arguing with Marco in the planetarium) and also releasing that extra energy through athletics the way her dad does (unlike Jake, she’s not deterred in her sports ambitions by a mere hiccup like utter lack of talent).  She also has a lot of friends and admirers, a track record of being one of the highest performers in her class, and a casual self-confidence that is rare enough for a girl her age to win her a lot of favors with a lot of people.  Non-Animorph Rachel (in a world that also had no yeerks) would probably thrive in whatever career she chose for decades before dying at a ripe old age surrounded by her highly attractive husband and seven fat grandchildren.  

Maybe my favorite piece of Marco characterization from this book is the way it establishes there is actually a lot more to his crush on Rachel than thinking she has beautiful hair and looks cute in a leotard.  He’s considerably less comfortable in his own skin than either of the Berensons, but he also practices what he preaches by appreciating a joke at his own expense just as much as one he uses to mock another person.  This book makes it obvious that he looks up to Rachel (not just literally, although Marco’s jokes about his own height are also amazing) because he recognizes how intelligent and ruthless she is, and those are the qualities he values the most in himself and others.  Cates pointed out that it’s interesting almost all of Marco’s role models are female (Xena, Alanis Morissette, Carmen Electra, Eva for that matter) and in a lot of ways he doesn’t just like Rachel; he admires her.  

And then there’s the portrayal of Ax when no one comes to rescue him.  #4 and #8 only hint at what it must have been like for him to spend weeks stuck in a tiny dome at the bottom of the ocean, not knowing whether anyone was coming for him, suspecting more and more every day that his whole crew was dead, but here we get a much deeper look at those long days of solitude.  He comes off almost like a prisoner in solitary confinement in the scenes before he manages to use the shark morph to escape: compulsively addicted to routines, talking to inanimate objects, starting to hallucinate when left alone for long enough… Ax is a survivor, tough enough to live through years of loneliness and grief while fighting a war on a foreign planet.  This book shows just how much of that strength comes from within, fire-forged by his traumatic introduction to Earth.  

Oh, and Cassie is sub-temporally grounded, apparently.  I have nothing nice to say about that concept so I’ll settle for saying nothing at all.

Anyway, I love both the opening and closing of this book.  The first scene has one of those UTTERLY HORRIFYING banality-of-violence beginnings, where we open on the aftermath of a battle that may or may not have accomplished anything other than giving the kids involved a few more nightmares.  Jake is disturbingly casual about the fact that he has lost an entire leg and is slowly bleeding to death, making wry jokes about how he and the three-legged table match each other. We can tell why: this isn’t the first (or even the thirtieth) time he’s been fatally maimed and then forced to shrug it off in order to keep fighting.  The kids try—and fail—to save the host of a fatally injured yeerk a few minutes of pain, and end up watching both beings bleed to death.  And then Jake goes home, and he once again plays the game of Lying For His Life with his parents and Tom, and he goes to bed ready to do it all again the next day, wondering what dreams of Sauron Crayak will come.  This poor schmuck literally never catches a break.  No wonder his little deal with the devil seems so tempting for the millisecond that it takes for Crayak to pounce.  (By contrast, the TV episode features Jake asking the Little Blue Ellimist to make him a Real Boy because he doesn’t want to do his math homework and plan a battle at the same time. What a whiner.)

Ugh, and then the ten little soldiers go out to dine, and they drop off one by one so fast that most barely get the chance to fight back.  Rachel and Ax especially do their best to battle the oncoming horde, but they’re largely unarmed and clueless against the yeerks. Tobias becomes the living puppet of a living puppet of Visser One, and then there were five.  Marco stands a little too close to a Bug fighter, and then there were four.  Rachel runs straight into turret fire because Rachel is still Rachel even without unleashing her inner grizzly bear, and then there were three. Cassie is in the wrong shopping mall at the wrong time, and then there were two.  Jake faces down an army of hork-bajir as just his little human self, and then there was one.  Ax might be able to survive—but he isn’t looking to go home and be safe, he’s looking to save the world.  And then there were none.  

A lot of the point of this book is that of course the Ellimist “stacked the deck,” because these kids in particular are the the only ones who have the necessary combination of idealism and grittiness to take on an entire army and win (MM4).  Marco says it best in #54: “We beat an empire, my friend, the six of us, and we did it in large part because you didn’t know any better than to trust your own instincts.”  Ax has the tech savvy and determination to engage in total war, but he can’t survive on Earth without human friends.  Rachel has the ferocity to be a one-woman army, but without her friends to ground her she’d get herself killed a lot sooner.  Jake might be a natural leader, but he’s also naive enough not to know how to balance ethics in times of atrocity without Marco’s ruthlessness and Cassie’s pragmatism to guide him.  Without Marco, the team would never succeed in taking down Visser One.  Without Cassie, they would never get in contact with the Yeerk Peace Movement.  Without Tobias, they’d never succeed at freeing the hork-bajir.  These six form a constellation of skills and needs and strengths and neuroses that balances the fate of the entire galaxy on the shoulders of a bunch of middle schoolers.  They don’t need morphing power to be badass—but they do need it to win.  

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Idol: Yeri (Red Velvet)

Prompt: Hi, could you please write a Yeri scenario with lots of cuddling and kisses please.

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: This was fun to write, since it snowed where I live recently, I decided to write something about winter. I hope you all enjoy it!

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anonymous asked:

Sid/geno where they are professors ?!

oh nooooo this got very out of hand all of a sudden i hope u like it!! (send me sidgeno prompts here!!)

It was like a romance novel, Zhenya thought as he ducked his head as Professor Crosby passed, avoiding eye contact. He looked up just in time to properly watch him walk away, though, and mentally tacked on that it was a classic romance; the kind with pining, potential soulmates passing like ships in the night, with love left undiscovered in the words they didn’t say, and–

“He has a nice ass, Zhenya.” Sasha said, taking a sip of his coffee and unabashedly staring at Professor Crosby’s retreating form. “But, if I have to watch you keep composing poems about it, I’m going to lose my mind.” 

“I’m not composing poems.” Zhenya said, because he was composing prose, and that was something entirely different. “And, ass is better than amazing. I’m know; expert on good ass.” 

“You’re a Russian literature professor, not an Anatomy professor.” Sasha snorted. “Unless you have a PhD in ass you didn’t tell me about.” 

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gskarth  asked:

18 & whoever you want (preferably alex but whatever u want)!!!!! excite & proud & cheering in the distance because i love u

18. “What did you just say?” 

Originally posted by gskarth

A/N: This so shitty I’m sorry, this is my first time ever trying something like this, I’m super slow and I struggle to find words to express what I wan’t to say cause my foreign brain keeps switching back to Finnish
Word count: 353

You’re not sure what made you fall for him.

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