i make this face when i poop

baby sister | jughead jones

Originally posted by kylogue

a/n: thinking of making this into another small series!! based on a request!! let me know if you think i should post another part! also this is my first series where  im adding another POV get keen. also ill start a tag list for this so leave a message in my ask box or down below if you’d like to be added!!


it was another busy night at pop’s chock’lit shoppe.

booths were bursting at the seams as they celebrate the win of river dales very own bulldogs. i didn’t even need to go to the game to know that they’d won. 

teenagers and parents hustle into the diner buying burgers and fries by the dozen. me? i sat in my usual booth with my usual oder; cheese burger fries and a chocolate milkshake, with of course my laptop.

i was busy typing up my newest lead that i didn’t pay any attention to the small girl that walked through pop’s doors and ended up at the front of my booth, fries and milkshake in hand.

“can i sit?” she murmurs shifting on her feet

i tilt the lid of my laptop down gesturing with my hands for her to sit, she smiles at me placing her food infront of her as she sips on her drink.

she studies me and i close my laptop completely glance at the small girl, she looked exactly like jellybean.

“everything okay?” she nods pulling books out of her back pack and plugging her headphones into her iPod.

i open my laptop and start typing again inspiration flowing through me. we stay like this for awhile, me working on my story and the little girl writing what seemed like english homework whilst bopping her head to the music that filled her earphones.

she sighs heavily causing me to look up at her “im holly (y/l/n)” i smile “jughead jones the third” she chuckles.

“theres three of you named jughead” she giggles her laugh carrying through the diner, the dinner rush was over and most of the booths were now empty. it was just us, pop and a few local stragglers. 

“you miss holly remind me of my sister” she raises her eyebrows “can’t say the same about you- my sister is way cooler than you” she sass’ and i laugh.

“how old are you holly?” “I’m 10, you?” “17″ i reply stealing one of her fries “hey!” she sulks.

“my sisters 17 too, she steals my fries too” i nod smirking to myself

“her names (y/n) we just moved her from san fransico, how olds your sister?” 

i close my laptop setting it aside “my sister is 10 years old same as you her names jellybean” she laughs again “is there three jelly beans too?” i shake my head “nope just the one and only”.

she pops a few fries in her mouth “can i ask you a few questions?” i chuckle “haven’t you just been doing exactly that?” she shakes her head.

folding my arms across my chest i decide to give in “fine, i’ll bite”

a take a swig from the saucer infront of me “are you writing about that dead kid?” i spit out my coffee choking slightly.

“yes or no?”


“do you ever take that beanie off?” 


“not even when you shower” she pesters

i lean forward “i even poop with it on” she giggles and makes a disgusted face.

“my turn” she nods 

“what are you listening to?”

“music” i roll my eyes gesturing for her to go on “right now- all time low” 

“why are you at a diner asking a stranger at 10pm personal questions?”

her eyes widen “wait your not a murder right?” i cock my eyebrow “maybe”

“my sister was supposed to come meet me here for dinner after she’d finished work that was” she pauses looking down at her watch

“3 and a half hours ago” 

i brush my thumb against my lips “is that true?” she shrugs smirking mischievously to herself.

“do you want to use my phone to contact your sister?” she shakes her head frantically “NO”

i lean back in the booth smiling maniacally crossing my arms infront of my chest “so you sister doesn’t know your here?”

she sinks lower into the booth sipping her milkshake shamelessly 

“she’s probably worried about you”

the younger girl looks up sadly before her eyes drift over to the entrance the bell chiming indicating a new customer “crap!” she ducks underneath the table hiding herself behind my legs.

“hey!” i complain as the girl hugs my legs.

i scoff and turn and see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen walk through the doors of pop’s. her (y/h/c) was dripping wet from the downpour outside yet it still looked incredible.

her clothes hugged her figure as the water drops from the fabric to the clean tiles. her eyes scan the booths looking for someone.

she walks over to pop worry evident on her face “hey I’m looking for my little sister she’s 10 but this high, brown hair” she gestures with her hands “her names holly” 

i clear my throat pointing to my booth, as the younger girls back pack and homework sprawled out on the table top.

she mutters a thank you before approaching my booth, she breathes a sigh of relief as she realises that the back pack indeed belonged to her younger sibling.

“you must be holly’s sister?” she nods rocking awkwardly on her heels “(y/n) (l/n) I’m sorry if she’s been bothering you- and you are?” she smiles down at me her cheeks tinting red in the warm diner.

“jughead jones-” i pause “the third” she giggles nd boy do i have to contain myself from drooling.

“there’s three of you named jughead?” she continues giggling covering her mouth and apologising “oh god I’m sorry i shouldn’t be laughing” i chuckle to myself smiling up at the girl.

“its fine, your sister actually said the exact same thing” she widens her eyes and drops to her knee spotting her younger brunette sister curled up at my legs.

“holly!” she scolds “get out and leave the poor boy alone” i try and hide my smirk.

“his name is juggie and he’s my friend” she retorts.

“its fine (y/n) honestly i have a little sister the same age, its harmless really” she shakes her had dipping back under the table.

“you give me no choice” i watch as the (y/h/c) girl moves under the table trying to grab her younger sister from underneath the table.

squeals fill the diner until holly pops out of the booth her sister trying to follow suit only to bash her head on the table and aggressively grab my thigh in the process of a line sentence of cussing.

i lean down to her offer my hand “you okay?” 

she clutches her head with one hand and she grabs mine with the other allowing me to pull her up into the seat beside me.

“id like to say that karma for laughing at my birth name?” 

she giggles still wincing in pain “atleast theres no gum in your hair” i muse smiling at the mystery girl.

“this day keeps getting better” she smiles sarcastically

“c’mon holz mums worried sick i need to get you home, so say goodbye to your new found friend and lets go. no more running away” she nods sadly rolling her eyes at her older sister.

“can we come back here tomorrow” she whines as the older girl packs away holly’s books into her backpack.

“i don’t know holly I’m already swamped in school work we can’t be coming here on a daily basis i can’t watch you all the time” the younger girl looks disappointed.

“i’ll be here” i speak up the two girls turning to look at me “if you don’t have the time you can drop her off and illl look after her for an hour or two”

she sighs looking at her sister as she stands on her knees begging her sister 

“please please please”

she looks at me biting her lip “i don’t know holz” 

holly’s face drops disappointment clearly evident on her face.

“you can come too, bring your homework if you feel up to it” she smiles at me before slipping out of the booth “i’ll think about it” 

i nod a smile creeping on my face.

“c’mon holly say bye to jughead” she smiles at me giving me a fist bump before walking to her sister.

“thank you, for looking after her. i know not everyone is wired to be kind to a young lost girl. i owe you one”

“if you come tomorrow ill make it even” he says hopeful wanting to know more about the beautiful new girl.

“maybe, goodnight” she places her hands on her sisters holders and guides her toward the exit looking back one last time to send a small smile my way.

there was something about her and i couldn’t quiet put my finger on it but i had to know her.

anonymous asked:

“Quit smiling at me“? Idk it would probs be really cute coming from baeran 🙈

A/N: Did this request first because this was a short one hehe. :)))) 

It’s love, you realise with a small start when you catch yourself staring.

You watch as the breeze and little chubby fingers weave through his messy red hair, as the young toddler sitting atop his shoulders throws his head back in high-pitched screams and laughter, while he jogs around in circles, keeping a firm grip on the boy’s calves.

The peals of laughter spilling from the goofy pair is contagious. You can’t suppress the chuckles that tumble past your lips as you look at them, or the stitches you get when the little boy yanks a little too hard on his hair and causes him to yelp and wince at the surprise attack.

You wipe away a bead of perspiration that’s sliding down your cheek with the back of your hand, and you lean back against the bench you’re seated on. It’s already been an hour, and they look like they still have energy to spare.

And to think, Saeran was so apprehensive about babysitting your nephew together with you earlier.

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Danny My Love

Summary: I used to be that kind of nice guy. Smile to everyone, say sorry even if I don’t need to, helping elder crossing the road. People keep calling me, ‘Phil the nicest person in the world’ and stuff. Yeah, I was so nice. So sane

Genre: Angst, thriller, smut

Warning: NC-18, bondage, violence, humiliation, yandere!phil, murder, rape, brainwash (just the result), blowjob (vague)

Beta: @fadingcrystalvoid​ Thank you so much. I’m not good at saying thanks, but I’m truly thankful for your good work.

A/N: I made this fic a year ago and published it in my old account ‘randomfluffycat’ but I deleted the account. And the title was ‘(IN)SANITY’. I decide to publish it again cause I like this fic..

It was a beautiful day to wake up in the morning. I was excited to watch anime with Dan. I found him in the lounge, ridiculously good looking even when he just woke up. I love Dan. So much. In my eyes, he’s always been the most beautiful person in the world, even if he was peeing, pooping, puking, he was the definition of the real beauty. He just can’t be ugly.

“Oh, hey! You woke up!” He set up the fireplace.

“Yeah, have you ate?” I stood in front of the sofa awkwardly.

“No, I’m waiting for you. We’ll have breakfast together and watch anime, right?”

I can tell my face turned red. That was so warm and sweet of him, saying things like that. Look at that smile! Who can make a smile that good? So pretty. The curves were so perfect. So pink. I wonder how they taste when those lips touch mine. Or maybe sucking my cock. Moaning. Giving some vibration and…

“I’ll make you pancakes as my thanks,” Dan was not in front of the fireplace anymore. His hand touched my shoulder lightly which removed me from my fantasies.

“Thanks for what?” I followed him to the kitchen.

“For buying me that Haru alarm clock. I love it so much. One day I will give you something more than pancakes, don’t worry,” Dan giggled.

“That makes you wake up earlier, doesn’t it?”

Dan nodded, “Yes…”

That happy face… what a good morning. I was blessed.

Dan prepared the ingredients and I helped him.

“How about I change Haru’s voice to mine?”

Dan laughed, “I’d be terrified.”

“But my voice is deep. It’s sexy.”

Dan laughed harder, “Yes, Phil, yes, your voice’s so deep. It’s so sexy and makes me horny.”

I knew he was joking but I let him live in my mind. Until now.

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Imagine meeting your son. (Part A)

A/N: Ahhhh, Part 5A! You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/4C/4D)

Chris sat in the bed with his outstretched legs crossed at the ankles and his back pressed against the headboard. It was 6:23AM; he and Dodger were meant to be leaving for their daily run in exactly seven minutes, but he was yet to get out of bed. He was watching you get some much needed sleep after an entire night of tossing and turning- a figurative expression as you were nine months pregnant. You’d been warned that the beginning and the end of a pregnancy were the worst, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the level of discomfort you were in. Braxton Hicks was an absolute bitch that Dr. McCullough repeatedly spoke to the two of you about; she knew you and she didn’t want Chris to make unnecessary trips to the hospital just because you had a contraction. Every time she saw you, she’d remind you that “not all contractions mean the baby is coming.” You tried to keep that in mind, but every time you had a contraction- that was your first thought and you’d start panicking.

It was pretty clear you weren’t mentally ready to go into labor and give birth even though you were sick of being pregnant. You were scared and it was understandable seeing as this was your first baby. How badly was it going to hurt? Were you going to poop on the table? What if there were complications while you were trying for a natural birth and had to have an emergency c-section? How badly was that going to hurt? What if something happened while you were in surgery and you died? What was going to happen to Chris? Then there was your worst fear of something happening to Jack because what were you going to do if you lost your first baby? How were you going to recover from that?

Chris knew how scared and worried you were about it all. Ever since the two of you returned from Sebastian and Ava’s wedding in New York and Emilia forced you to take your maternity leave, you’d only your pregnancy on your mind. That had its pros and cons because while you could prepare yourself for parenthood, you could also let your anxiety chew away at you. From the questions you’d asked yourself and Chris, it was clear it was chewing away pretty quickly. Chris was great though, he remained calm and reassuring. He even said all the right things: “I’m going to be there and I’m going to hold your hand, okay?”, “Nothing bad is going to happen, you are going to have a safe and uncomplicated birth.”, “I won’t lie, it will hurt. But at the end of all that pain, we’re going to have a baby boy and it’s going to be worth it.”, and “I’m still going to think you’re beautiful even if you poop on the table while giving birth.” That he saved for last because he knew it would make you laugh.

“Good morning,” Chris whispered gently, brushing your hair out of your face while you stirred from your restless sleep. You stretched as much as your body would allow, whining when dull aches stabbed at your lower back. “I know, sweetheart.” He sighed, soothingly running his hand up and down your arm. “It’ll be over soon, okay? It’s already the thirteenth and Jack’s supposedly due tomorrow, I’m sure it’s any day now.”

And that was the other reason Chris wasn’t getting ready for his run; he was scared you’d go into labor while he was out, even if it was just for half an hour. As the date got closer, he got more paranoid about leaving you alone. You were playing it cool because you didn’t want him to lose too much of his daily routines, but he knew you. It was kind of a no-brainer, you’ve had panic attacks about less. You would definitely have a panic attack if your water broke while he wasn’t around, even if you were already at the hospital with Dr. McCullough.

“What time is it?” You changed the subject because you didn’t want to think about giving birth right now; your chest tightened at the thought of it. You caught sight of the hands on the clock before Chris could answer you. “Why are you-” You were cut off by a sudden contraction; you adjusted your position and breathed through it like every other one you’d had so far thanks to Braxton Hicks.

“Should I be timing these?”

“No,” you shook your head. “They’re irregular, it’s not- no, they’re just Braxton Hicks contractions. It’s nothing to worry about.” You told him, but you were addressing yourself more. You didn’t want to go into labor yet, you were not ready. Jack was due tomorrow, you’d be ready tomorrow. “Why are you still in bed?” You asked then looked over the edge of your side of the bed; Dodger was no longer sleeping on the floor. “Dodger’s probably downstairs waiting for you.”

“He is,” Chris nodded.

“So go for your run,” you told him.

“I don’t really feel like it today,” he lied.

“I’m not going into labor until tomorrow.”

“No no no,” he corrected you with a chuckle. “You’re not due until tomorrow, but you can go into labor at any time.” You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself to breath as you ignored the uncomfortable feeling your anxiety was leaving in the back of your throat. “It’s not a big deal, we’ll just skip it today. The ground’s wet anyway.”

“Just because I’m due tomorrow doesn’t mean I’ll have the baby tomorrow, you can’t change daily routines to accommodate my pregnancy. And you sure as hell can’t be by my side twenty-four-seven,” you told him and he smirked. “Chris,” you laughed at his ‘wanna bet?’ face. “Go for your run,” you urged and he sighed. “I’m just going back to sleep, nothing exciting is going to happen. Jack knows how much I like things going according to plan,” you rested your hand on your belly. “He won’t be out today.”

“Fine,” he said after a long pause. “My phone will be with me, so you can me if you need anything.” You nodded and he leaned over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops.” You nodded again, yawning as you closed your eyes. “Okay?” You nodded again, snuggling your pillow. “You’ll call if-”

“Oh my God,” your eyes opened and you laughed. “Yes, I’m going to call you if I need anything and you’re going to be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops.” He chuckled, getting out of bed. “Just go, I’m going to be fine. Don’t Geminis hate clingy people?”

“They don’t hate clingy people, they just like personal freedom.” He answered your rhetorical question as he walked over to the dresser to get a change of clothes; you laughed. “You know, if we’re bringing star signs into the conversation- aren’t Virgos secretly attention seeking?”

“I don’t think I’m ever secretive when it comes to wanting attention,” you quipped and it was his turn to laugh. “And I’m also not secretive when it comes to wanting to sleep, so if you’d just go for your run so I can have some peace and quite- that’d be lovely.” He rolled his eyes and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “Thank you,” you called.

“You’re welcome,” he sang back, referencing Dwayne Johnson’s song in ‘Moana’ which the two of you watched again yesterday night. You giggled then dozed off, listening as he continued to sing to himself behind the closed door.

Chris brushed his teeth and changed then exited the bathroom, smiling when he saw you’d fallen asleep. He checked on you again before he took his leave, gently kissing your forehead. He then grabbed his phone, EarPods, and arm band, and slid his phone into the case as he made his way downstairs. Dodger was already waiting by the door, looking up at his leash. He allowed Dodger to drink some water before he leashed him in preparation for their run, drinking a glass of water himself. As they were making their way out of the house and towards the road, Dodger abruptly stopped which jerked Chris to a stop too.

“What’s wrong, pal?” Chris asked. Dodger glanced back at the house then yanked his leash out of Chris’ grip, sprinting back in the direction they’d come. Chris ran after him, “Dodger! Dodger, what are you-” Before he could finish his sentence, he remembered that dogs had a sixth sense about things. “Y/N!” He sped up, scrambling his keys from his back pocket. “Move!” He instructed Dodger who had been scratching at the door and fumbled with the lock. “Babe, I’m coming!” He successfully unlocked the door and ran inside. Dodger bolted up the stairs with Chris right on his tail. When they came to the bedroom, you were wide awake and on your feet with tears in your eyes. “Hey,” Chris rushed to your side, taking your hands in his. “What is it?”

“C-Chris, my w-water broke.”

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Part 5B

Come Back Down Part 12

Come Back Down, Part 12

Warnings: There’s some creative smut here. Some cussing.

Summary: Just a little view of Jensen being happy before the shit hits the fan… That’ll be next chapter.

Tagging: @perpetualabsurdity, @maileann, @daydreamingintheimpala, @gecko9596, @gemini75eeyore, @jotink78, @dancingalone21, @winchesterprincessbride, @sandlee44, @exploratiionist, @arryn-nyx, @littledarlinhavefaithinme, @tiffanycaruso, @boredoutofmymindstuff, @feelmyroarrrr, @raeganr99, @ruprecht0420, @anokhi07, @letsgetyourdeanon, @sis-tafics, @jensen-gal

a/n-Bless my sweet niecey for letting me borrow her lap top for a few moments to post my smut. : )

I thought things might get a little awkward since Y/N’d had her hand on my dick last night. But, that was not the case. I woke up with the sunshine against my closed eyelids and the scent of her shampoo in my nose. “You smell so good, sweetheart.” The sentiment slipped from my lips without my permission and I felt her laughter rumble in her chest beneath my hand. I tucked my face into her hair, just feeling the inextinguishable, burning warmth that was spreading through my entire body. I knew the feeling, but was it too soon to be feeling this way?

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some matt headcanons because apparently i’m getting emotional about this poor kid:

  • has eaten nothing but instant ramen for the past three and a half years
  • got to be a very famous viner. the vines sometimes featured a less-than-willing mello, and if you paused them you could often find mello looking pissed off in the background. he was distraught when vine got shut down
  • went to get his ears pierced because #aesthetic and could only get through the left piercing before he changed his mind and ran out of the shop
  • calls literally everyone “bro”
  • puts his inordinate talents and vast knowledge of computers to hard work making youtube poops and mashups of late 90s/early 2000s pop songs (think backstreet boys meets running in the nineties) and fallout 4 glitch compilations
  • uses the phrase “wtf the fuck” unironically
  • knows all the words to the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny (mello does too, just from sheer exposure)
  • knows a ton of trivia and generally useless minutiae. is terrible at applying practical knowledge. for instance when mello got half his face blown off he shut down completely and had no idea what to do at first because holy shit this is bad, what do i DO, what do i DO
  • once he got a grip on himself he did ok, anatomy lessons paid off apparently
  • he was the first of the wammy kids to figure out who L was
  • started smoking around age 14 but during the kira case he really picked up the habit from stress
  • rolls his own spliffs
  • loves ghost stories and folklore and jumpscares and horror games and things. acts all tough while in the middle of gaming and then that night when the lights are off he’ll climb into mello’s bed and pull the covers up to his chin all “bro i think there’s someone downstairs”
  • once stayed up for 48 hours straight in an elaborate (and successful) attempt to pirate the newest season of pretty little liars

anonymous asked:

I love your headcanons. Plz give us some where Mikasa is going to give birth their first child because Idk how Eren could act in that situation neither Mikasa and I think it would be pretty hilarious

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️😍

  • Mikasa is determined to give birth naturally 
  • Mikasa is calm at first, the first contractions are fine but as the hours pass she begs Eren to ask the doctor for a epidural 
  • Eren freaks when she starts begging for the epidural, he’s never seen her like that, he starts to cry
  • When Mikasa’s contractions start everything is calm and Eren doesn’t freak out like he thought he would. That is untill Mikasa points out that hes driving in the wrong direction
  • They pick up Armin and he drives instead
  • It takes almost a 20 hrs for the baby to come
  • Eren cant stop crying when he sees their baby for the first time
  • Mikasa is beyond exhausted but the moment they lay her baby on her chest she feels so full of love and feels like she could stay there and hold her baby in her arms forever
  • For some reason Eren gets shy when the first time he watched her breastfeed the baby, he gets over it though
  • Mikasa enjoys teasing him about it 
  • When the baby scrunches up his/her little faces Mikasa comments that he/she looks like exactly like Eren when he’s angry 
  • the waiting room is filled with their friends and the nursing staff is kinda annoyed by the rowdy crowd.
  • When Levi see’s the baby, he comments on that when the kid scrunches up its face when it poops it looks just like Eren, this embarrasses Eren but makes Mikasa laugh
  • The baby throws up on Levi. Mikasa is happy he baby knows her so well

Im sorry if these weren’t funny, I got caught up in feels.

olive-med  asked:

Hey Wayfaring, I'm a current medical student just starting my clinical years and I always have a bit of difficulty asking about change in bowel habits and urination with patients. I realise I'll get better with more practise but i was hoping you'd be able to share some of the questions you ask (perhaps for different age groups too). Thanks :)

Hmm…I think you’ll find that patients are usually pretty open about their bodily functions if you’re just straightforward with them. If you act confident when you ask questions on awkward topics of any type, patients are more likely to not be nervous. Even if you have to fake it til you make it, it’s fine.  Maybe you need to just practice some phrases that you can keep in your mental toolbox so you don’t have to be nervous when you talk. And yes, it will get better with practice. 

Here are some ways to approach those questions:

  • when I talk to kids I use kid terms. 
  • For toddlers: Do you use the big girl/big boy potty? Ask the parents what words they use at home for bathroom terms and go with those.
  • For older kids: does it hurt when you pee-pee? Do you have to (make face and grunt) when you poop? 
  • For teenagers I will use clinical terms or slang words like pee/poop if they don’t understand the clinical terms. 
  • With adults I use clinical terms or euphemisms, depending on the patient’s level of understanding.
  • For adults: Any changes in your bowel/bathroom habits? Do you ever see any blood when you go to the bathroom (this leaves it open for bowel and bladder)? When you say constipated, do you mean that you have to strain to have a bowel movement, or are they just infrequent? By diarrhea, do you mean watery stool or just loose? 
  • For the elderly: Do you ever lose control of your bowels or bladder? What if you cough or sneeze, do you leak? Do you ever have to hesitate a bit before you urinate? Do you ever feel like you can’t totally empty your bladder? Do you have trouble passing your water? 
We Finally Meet - Justin Bieber imagine

 A/N: i originally made a fake tweet post with justin, ari, and the reader, so i thought why not incorporate it in this? if you have no clue what the hell i’m talking about or you’re new around here, read here :)

Request: ‘Hi i love your imagines and posts I was asking if you could do an imagine with justin and Ariana grande please love you 💘

Justin’s POV

“{Y/N} is literally going to kill me when I get home.” I said, crashing down onto the couch in the studio, already thinking about {Y/N} taking out her wrath and anger on me.

“What do you mean?” Ariana questioned. “Hmm, that’s funny since we just recorded a remix but, that’s beyond the point. Who’s {Y/N}?”

“My girlfriend. I kind of didn’t tell her I was going to be here with you.” I scratched the back of my neck nervously. “Quite frankly, I didn’t know I was going to be here with you until Scoot told me.”

“Nothing wrong with surprises Justin.” Ariana laughed. She took a sip of some weird green liquid in her Starbucks cup and started walking away. That literally looked like vomit or someone just blended grass and threw it in a blender, and called it a ‘drink’.

“You have no idea what it likes with surprises in my household. {Y/N} doesn’t make fun at chewing my head off. Besides, she’s a huge fan of your work.”

“Oh really? Why didn’t you invite her? Wanted to have me all to yourself?” She wiggled her eyebrows. I gave her an unamused look. “Kidding. That’s a little weird coming from me. In the wise words of you, ‘no offense but, ew.’”

“You’re not helping at all Ari.” I groaned, running my hair through my golden locks.

“I’m a singer, not a miracle worker Bieber.”

“You think tweeting about it is going to make your life any better?” Fredo questioned. “She’s probably already plotting your murder bro.”


“He’s not cheating on me, right? I mean I trust him but, I don’t know {Y/F/N}.” I sighed. 

“Ariana has a boyfriend so I doubt she would even look at him in that way. Besides, she doesn’t seem too fond of him.” {Y/F/N} laughed.

She was sort of correct. Last time Justin and Ariana interacted, things didn’t go down well between the two of them. I began laughing remembering how confused Justin was that day. Poor kid. My thoughts were interrupted when I head my phone ringing. 

“It’s your boy toy. Maybe he’s calling about calling about cheating on you.”

I rolled my eyes, snatching my phone from her hand. “Hello?” I spoke into the phone.

“…You, what?”

“You are joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking.”

I heard my friend yelling, ‘spill the tea’ constantly in my right ear, so I removed myself from where I was currently situated and went into the kitchen.

“Justin, I swear to god..”

“Wait, really? Justin if you’re lying, I’m going to kill you.”

“Are you serious? I’m on my way right now!”

I giddily hung up the phone and began running around the kitchen like a mad woman. My friend came into the room doing the same thing as me, not knowing what we’re celebrating. 

“{Y/N}! Why are we jumping up and down like this? What happened?” She asked.

“I, I mean, we, are going to meet the Ariana Grande!”

I might’ve broke a law or two on the way to Justin’s studio. Who wouldn’t though? This is Ariana Grande we’re talking about. I would put my life on the line for her in a heartbeat. We eventually pulled up to the place and my heart felt like it was ready to fall out of my ass. It reminded me of the first time I met Justin, except I made a complete fool of myself in front of him but, that’s what made him fall in love with me.

We got to the room that had a sign above the door that lit up reading, ‘recording in progress’.

“Should we wait until the light turns off? We could be interrupting.” {Y/F/N} questions.

“No,” I said, starting to open the door. “Justin says we can come in as long as we make no noise.” We proceeded into the room and my heart began racing ten, no, hundreds of thousands of times harder. There she stood, only a glass was separating us. I was absolutely star struck. 

“Hey baby,” Justin said to me. “Thought you would make it. Nice seeing you too {Y/F/N}.” I didn’t even acknowledge him. 

Ariana glanced over at me and I might’ve just pooped my pants. “No. Fucking. Way.” She waved at me and went back to work.

“That feeling when your girl is more in love with Ariana than her own man.” Jealously was laced in Justin’s voice but, I couldn’t care less, well, right now. “Can I at least get a hug?” Justin walked over towards me and I put my hand out to push his face away. I walked away from him and began walking over towards the female who was leaving the recording room.

“Oh hey! You must be {Y/N}. Justin tells me that you’re a huge fan.” She says. I felt like an angel was talking to me. She took me into her embrace and her scent of warm vanilla hit me smack in the face. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Did I die and was I sent to heaven? “Justin, is she okay?” Ariana laughed. 

“She’ll come around eventually. She was like this when we first met.”

I finally let go of her and looked at the angel standing before me. “I can’t believe we finally get to meet.”

Originally posted by arianagrandesource

A/N: should there be a part two? let me know :)

cinematographic mistake

Originally posted by colorsofshiningstars

Title: cinematographic mistake
Pairing: Kim Kibum/Reader
Summary: Through the camera, the two talk to one another when they’re away. What could happen when Kibum’s loud group members bother him when they were talking through video chat?

Sometimes, when she’s in Kibum’s arms, she feels like a dream. She’s at ease in the arms of the man that seemed to know her perfections and imperfections; he knew that ticklish spot in the back of her neck, he knew that she loved the way he hugged her by the waist and he impressively tried harder and harder to make her fall in love with him. Like an artist, he paints a smile over her face and sometimes even fills her eyes with tears of happiness, but when he’s away…she’s not sure what she feels. It’s this feeling inside her throat that makes her breathing become raged and her body is suddenly sloppier, as if she couldn’t bear the boringness that was the house when he was away. A picture of the two of them was held on the wall that was behind her back as she looked at the small camera of her laptop. As she waited for Kibum to be online, she looked back at the picture and how perfect he looked as the two hugged his dogs as if they were a big family. Oh, how much she missed him.

The feeling was genuine just like the way he smiled at his fans when he was on that stage, whether he was wearing a cutesy outfit or one that made him look like the epitome of sin, he did love his job and she loved the smile that was on his face when he was on tour. However, Kibum was a family man even before the two started dating; he wanted to be around his loved ones, whether it was by video chat or because he visited them whilst on tour and she wasn’t the exception. A small smile is over her face when she sees that Kibum was online and her fingers move faster than she hoped for, interlocking her hands as she waited for Kibum’s face to appear on the screen and her heart came to a halt when she saw him with a clean face, his black hair hidden slightly by a red hoodie that kept him warm in that hotel that seemed quite empty for the lonely man. Her boyfriend grins too quickly, his smile one that was like an acoustic guitar calling out for her attention in a sunny day. She loved him too much.

“Sweetheart!” Kibum tells her and she feels her heart stopping slightly but then she sees the image of him becoming a little bit blurry and she frowns deeply, getting closer to the screen before he spoke. “Sorry, Jonghyun threw a strawberry to the camera.” Those words make her laugh and she nods her head in understanding, knowing that the two were quite difficult to understand when they were apart and a lot more when they were together in a hotel room. “How have you been?”

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EXO REACTION: Crush being too shy to confess

♥ Thanks for the request @lay-that-silly ♥

You (Yes, beautiful amazing you) are their crush and the feelings were definitely mutual but neither of you knew it from the other.

You were sitting in the living of your apartment, which all of the boys could enter as they please, and talking to your best friend on the phone … about him. And of course, let’s be obvious and cheesy here , when you speak of the devil he shall appear. Yes this particular devil overheard your phone call and now has to decide what to do with this particular piece of information.


(some of these were longer than others, I’m sorry if your bias got a shorter one)


Originally posted by chenrrerorocher

Chen wasn’t too oblivious to the fact that you liked him back but was still anxious to confess just as you were so he wanted to be certain before he confessed. That or he was low key waiting for you to do it.

Yet every time he noticed you and xiumin were calling or meeting up, he couldn’t help but feel jealous. He wanted to have a relationship with you like xiumin did, no a better one, a … different one. He never even really admitted it to himself. When he heard your name from xiumin’s mouth He just had to go over.

When he arrived he realised you were still on the phone with Xiumin. Standing in the living room, your back to him.
He waited for you to finish talking but couldn’t help but listen in.
“Yes I like Chen. I like him a lot actually.” You sighed finally admitting it out loud. 

A large grin appeared on Chen’s face and he walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, not even caring anymore that your were on the phone.
You jumped slightly as you were startled by his sudden appearance but you immediately knew who it was.
“Say that again.” He whispered as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“What?” you dropped the phone, minseok probably aware of what was happening.
“What you just said to Xiumin.” He smiled.
“I … like you.” You suddenly weren’t so nervous to say it any more.

“Good. I like you too.”

Chanyeol :

Originally posted by kaisanity

You were just having a comfortable conversation with your best friend Sehun when the subject came up, just when Chanyeol was making his way to where you sat.

“Sehun, I’ve told you before. I’m not just going to ask Chanyeol out. Besides if it’s going to happen it will.” You stated, only half believing your own words. But hearing them from your mouth, Chanyeol had complete faith. He decided to come back later, keeping you unaware of the fact that he had heard you and even more of his feelings for you. He started doing more small gestures, like coming over with snacks and a film, inviting you out, inviting you to the dorm and practically not letting you go home and especially not alone.
You’d bring them snacks and drinks once in a while when they had long days of practice and he’d want to show you everything he was working on at the time. He’d practically tell you anything and the other way around and had become extremely close.

But this partly scared the both of you. Thinking that now you had become so close as friends, once one would confess to the other it might ruin everything. Yet the both of you stayed close and started to look more and more like a couple, even sleeping in the same bed once in a while. Going out, cuddling, supporting each other in everything. 

One day Chanyeol invited you to go to a nearby park where not many people came so he could comfortably walk around. You guys talked but the only thing he wanted to do was hold your hand, hold you, … kiss you.
He didn’t want to hold back anymore, he just wanted to be with you, this was more than a crush and he was slightly annoyed that you were too shy to admit it to him.

You two made your way to the dorm to be met by no one. You walked inside, both in a comfortable silence, you slightly ahead until he lightly tugged the hand he was already holding. He didn’t say anything. He got extremely close and you stared up at him. He leaned down, connecting his lips with yours.

“We already act like a couple, why not make it official.”


Originally posted by imgonnasooyou

He didn’t believe anyone, not even your (and his) best friend Kai, that you had a crush on him. They knew about his feelings for you and were trying to convince him to confess to you but with no luck. But they at least convinced him to go over to your place. The moment he left, Kai decided to give you a call.

When Kyungsoo arrived you were in the middle of a conversation. Your phone on speaker as you cooked.
‘So have you seen ‘Hyung’ yet?’ Kai asked.
“Seen it? I’ve watched it about 10 times about now.”
‘Of course you have.’ He laughed
“Ugh, kai, He’s so handsome I can’t and his acting is just so amazing and …” You continued to rant and even though DO didn’t want to believe you were talking about him but as you went on he couldn’t help but hope.
‘Why don’t you tell him how you feel?’
“Yeah right, this is Kyungsoo, like he’ll ever like me. Besides, he’s way out of my league.” A smile made it’s way onto his lips finally able to see how you felt but it pained him that you thought HE was out of YOUR league. It had to be the other way around, he thought.

He decided to act like he had just arrived and that he wasn’t extremely happy at that moment. He called your name from the hallway announcing his presence just as you hung up the phone.
“Oh, annyeong oppa.” It seemed that you were just as good at playing dumb as he was, yet a light blush crept onto your cheeks.
“I just fished cooking. You want some?” Your cooking was something he’s never decline. So you guys ate and went to watch a movie. You were ranting about whatever movie you were passionate about that week, asides from Hyung, when he suddenly interrupted you.

“I like you.”

aaaaaagggh daksal


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

“Kyungsoo oppa.” You whined “You’re not helping.”

Kai heard you sigh as he walked in and could hear you clearly from the hallway as you were doing stuff and decided to wait until you got off the phone as he had a feeling you liked Kyungsoo and he didn’t want to ruin it for you. 

“I just really like him.” He heard you say. What? wasn’t she on the phone with DO? he thought
‘What am I supposed to do about that.’ He heard from the speaker.
“He’s your best friend. Help me.” You groaned.
‘Just tell him.’ Kai walked closer to the door as he started to get more and more confused.
“Oppaaa, It’s Kai. I can’t just confess” You whined again finally making him realise that he had been completely oblivious and … well …. stupid all this time. You were putting stuff away when he walked in, your back facing him and he just admired you, deciding to do so until you notice him.
‘Well you’re going to have to because he’s on his way and if he doesn’t come home with good news, I’m throwing him out.’ He joked but your thoughts lingered on the sentence.
“What?! Kyungsoo! You’re telling me this now. I look like poop.”
‘Oh like he cares. Have fun.’ He mussed before hanging up. You sighed into your hands before heading to the bathroom to make yourself at least a bit presentable, you had been walking around your house with an XXL shirt and a messy bun, but you were blocked by someone on your way.
You looked up at him, eyes widened, as he looked down at you.
“You look beautiful, don’t worry.” was the first thing he said. You hid your flushed face in your hands and ran past him, just putting on some leggings as he had seen you anyway.
You walked in and just stood there not sure what he had heard and not wanting to make more of a fool out of yourself.
He slowly walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you making the both of you involuntarily smile.

“I’m sorry I was so oblivious.”


Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

You were having a phone call with Lay, even though he was older you told each other everything so he was your victim whenever you wanted to rant about your crush.

“Ugh how can he be so blind!” You yelled in frustration. Sehun stopped in his tracks as he was both curious and slightly scared because of it.
‘Why don’t you just tell him how you feel.’ He heard Lay from speaker.
“Haven’t I been obvious enough. I tell him he’s cute all the time, I do everything he asks, I ask him out all the time, I even do the old school shoulder touch. How does he not know yet?” you sighed.
‘It’s not all that obvious for a guy you know, especially when he likes you.’ He stated.
“He likes me?” you said surprised, sitting up.
‘Well yeah, but he thinks he doesn’t have a chance.’
“Sehun you idiot.” You sighed and for a second he thought you had noticed him and ducked for no apparent reason but finally realised you were actually talking about him.
‘Why don’t you just tell him?’
“Because I’m too embarrassed.” You said hugging your pillow.

He could feel his heart beat faster in realisation that you actually liked him yet he couldn’t get himself to actually make his presence known to you. He walked out silently and sat in his bed the rest of the evening, thinking.

You two were going to have a movie night at your place the day after.
You made snacks together and made your way to the couch. As you sat down, your hands touched unexpectedly, your cheeks heated up and you both pulled away. You both relaxed again and smiled at each other’s flustered faces, saying the exact same words as in echo.

“I like you.” 

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Oath | Ch.12 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by kookieluvcookies

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Once you and Taehyung arrived back at home, Hoseok signaled you to come to Yoongi’s office. He wanted to have a talk with you in private. It has been three weeks since you became an official member, it was time for this discussion.

“Oh, Y/N, yeah. Come in.”

“Is there something wrong?” You were intimidated by him.

“No. That’s not why I called you. I actually wanted to tell you you did a great job on your first two missions. I was not expecting that to go so well.” He smiled.

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City (Poe Dameron x reader)

AN: Idk what this is. It’s a fail

Today, instead of leaving from work and going straight home, Y/N decided it would be better to visit her friends at the coffee house.

Since getting a job with her mother’s company, Organa’s Organic Fruit inc., she practically had no time to visit her friends or other family working and living in the city as well.

When Y/N got to Corner Coffee she stepped in and smiled, noticing her two closest friends sitting at the coffee bar.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Said Rey. Y/N smiled and greeted both Rey, sitting on a bar stool, and Finn standing behind the counter with his green apron on and a rag in his hand.

“Hello my friends.” They lightly laughed and Y/N sat her things down on the bar counter.

“I’m pooped.” She stated.

“I bet.” Rey laughed looking at her friend’s very tired face.

“Your mom making you work long hours?” Finn asked.

“No, I just push myself a lot to make sure she’s content with the advertisements. So far she’s very pleased.” Y/N smiled weakly.

“That’s great.” Rey said. She looked behind her at the half full coffee house. “Your business is doing amazing Finn.”

Finn chuckled and thanked Rey. “Thanks. I’m glad you two are here to give me more business even though you’ve given me quite enough being my first customers.”

Funny thing was, he didn’t even look at Y/N when he acknowledged the fact that Y/N was one of his first customers. He continued to exchange grins with Rey. They both had it bad and would not admit it.

“So who is playing today?” Y/N asked noticing that it was in fact Friday: “Pay and Play” night. A night where one or two single musicians or bands came to play.

Only soft speaker music played in that moment.

“Poe Dameron, he’s a regular now.” Finn almost glared at Y/N. “You’d know that if you would actually come every Friday. Our day for meeting up since the house opened.”

The fake anger became very apparent quickly. Finn couldn’t be mad at Y/N actually. Those two had been friends since since high school, including Rey.

“I’m sorry Finn, it’s not that I don’t care-”

“I’m joking.” Said Finn as he and Rey laughed.

Y/N shook her head and looked behind her to the small stage when she heard a strum.

She saw the familiar looking man sitting on a stool, lightly strumming his guitar. He was in his thirties maybe, black curly hair and a light smile that could make everyone in the room fall over.

Y/N pushed off of the bar stool and found a table front row to sit at. She was so focused on the man strumming, she didn’t even realize she took a seat across from a young girl, also watching the man in awe.

After the light strumming he began to sing. He was covering a John Mayer song.

I know a girl,
She puts the color inside of my world,
But she’s just like a maze,
Where all of the walls all continually change,
And I’ve done all I can,
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand,
Now I’m staring to see that maybe it’s got nothing to do with me,

He was singing daughters. The man’s voice was so passionate.

Fathers be good to your daughters,
Daughters will love like you do,
Girls become lovers,
Who turn into mothers,
So mothers be good to your daughters too,

Oh you see that skin?
It’s the same she’s been standing in,
Since the day she saw him walking away,
Now she’s left cleaning up the mess he made,

Fathers be good to your daughters,
Daughters will love like you do,
Girls become lovers,
Who turn into mothers,
So mothers be good to your daughters too,

Boys, you can break
You’ll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman’s good, good heart

On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the God and weight of her world
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too
So mothers be good to your daughters too
So mothers be good to your daughters too

After listening, tears leaking from Y/N’s eyes she looked over to the little girl. She was crying too. The little girl turned to look at the business woman across from her. She smiled with her tear stained face. “That’s my papa.”

Y/N took the sleeve of her jacket and dabbed the corners of her eyes. “He’s amazing.”

The little girl’s black curls bounced as she nodded her head.

She didn’t say anything, the little girl. She simply continued to smile.

“Does your Papa do this for a living?”

“He can’t tell me what he does for his job, apparently he works with Mr. President but I don’t know if I’m allowed to tell you that.”
She clasped a hand over her mouth.

Y/N giggled at the adorable child sitting next to her. “I won’t tell. What’s your name?”

“Your a stranger, but you seem pretty nice so,” she leaned her entire little body over the table and whispered into Y/N’s ear.


“Ariel. That’s a beautiful name.” Said Y/N.

“Thank you, my mommy came up with it.”

“Your mother was very smart to think of that name, it fits you perfectly.”

“Yeah, she named me that after the little mermaid. She loves that song, part of your world.”

“Me too.” Y/N reminisced about her time watching the little mermaid with her mother on repeat everyday as a kid. “Is she here today?”

“No. She hasn’t been with us for two years.”

Ariel’s face was now completely normal, no emotion. Y/N couldn’t tell if she was sad, mad, or clueless.

“Ariel, you’ve made a friend?” Poe Dameron asked, approaching the table with his guitar.

“Yes!” Said Ariel. “But… I don’t know her name.”

Y/N stood and gently shook the man’s hand. “I’m Y/N Solo. I presume you’re Poe Dameron.”

“That’d be correct.” Poe smiled and nodded.

“Your daughter is very sweet.”

“Sweeter than sugar.” Poe said as he ruffled his daughter’s hair.

“And very beautiful.” Y/N added.

Poe’s head tilted. “I could say the same about you.” He winked and motioned for his daughter to go over to where Finn and Rey were playfully chatting. Ariel skipped over to them and Rey helped her up onto a stool.

Y/N was still blushing by the time Poe returned his attention to her. Seeing that, he grinned.

“The song brought tears to my eyes Poe. It was very heartfelt, I could tell.”

“The song means a lot to me and her. I’m the only one still with her. Other than grandparents, I’m the only one to protect and take care of her.”

Poe looked to her. All aglow and laughing at Finn’s hilarious cat jokes.

“You’re an amazing father.” Y/N stated. Poe looked back to Y/N and genuinely smiled. Nothing flirtatious like the smiles prior.

“Do you have a family?” Poe asked.

“Oh where do I start….

I have a brother, he’s a karate and Kung Fu instructor, my mother is the owner of the company Organa’s Organic Fruit, my father owns a large shipping company, the two of them - divorced, I also have two cats named Phasma and Hux, the girl one, Phasma, is pregnant.”

Poe laughed. “I guess I already know half of the story of your life.”

“Yeah, I guess you do.”

“But I’m interested in knowing the rest.” Poe sat down and motioned for Y/N to do so as well.

“I need to go home to my apartment to feed my cats.”

“Oh.” Poe nodded. “Make sure that pregnant cat of yours gets enough food.” You nodded and laughed in agreement.

Poe walked you to the bar counter and you grabbed your things.

“Aww, is miss Y/N leaving?” Ariel complained.

Poe nodded.

“Your car out there?” Poe asked.

“No, I walk. I sit in an office for ten hours, four days a week. I need the activity, especially coming home.”

“I agree…”

Poe led Y/N to the coffee house door and walked with her two blocks, until realizing he’d probably already crossed her comfort boundary.

“Sorry.” he said, suddenly stopping. “I didn’t mean to-”

“You’re fine Poe. Thank you for keeping me company these two blocks. The city’s a lonely place if you think about it. There are more people than you can count, yet you may only have two friends.”

Poe looked down at his feet and thought for a moment.

“Very true.”

“I’ll come tomorrow.” Y/N said quickly before she could allow herself to think about her schedule. “I’ll be at Finn’s if you are.”

“I’ll definitely be there.”

Y/N unknowingly bit her lip and turned to walk away.

“Should I bring Ariel?”

Y/N looked back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that I would only come if you are there. I meant that I would only come if she is there.”

shindeku. three days a week, in the deserted, dark area behind the gym, midoriya gives his heart over to hitoshi for an hour. // there is a line and they stand on opposite sides of it.

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“Midoriya, watch out.”

Midoriya’s body swerves halfway into an arc, until it spasms and freezes up, right as a splash explodes across his shoulder.

“Sorry, my bad, without thinking, I - ”

“It’s fine!” Midoriya tugs at the sleeve of his shirt, now stained with wet bird poop. He makes a face. “Shinsou-kun was trying to get me out of the way, right? If you hadn’t, it’ll be harder to get it out of my hair, I think.” He glances up and Hitoshi and smiles. “Thank you, Shinsou-kun.”

A warmth swells up in his chest. He coughs and looks away. “Still, I acted without your consent - ”

“Aha, it’s fine,” Midoriya says, waving. “It’s kinda nostalgic actually, like when I first met Uraraka-san.”

He swallows down the bile rising in his throat. “So I’m not your first?”

“F-first…!?” Midoriya squeaks.

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anonymous asked:

Don't imagine Zuko having a crush on Sokka. Don't imagine his getting this far off look on his face whenever he thinks about Sokka.

Don’t imagine Zuko getting all blushy and nervous and awkward (more so than usual) when Sokka’s around.

Don’t imagine Zuko purposely practicing his firebending in places that he knows Sokka likes to visit.

Don’t imagine Zuko trying to come up with (horrible) nicknames for Sokka and Sokka’s gets really confused when Zuko calls him “Coldman” (haha like opposite of hotman get it. Zuko is not very creative) and he’s like what and Zuko blushes furiously and is just, “Nothing, peasant.”

Don’t imagine Zuko finally mustering up the courage to ask Sokka if he wants…to do…an activity??? together??? and Sokka just straight-up starts laugh-crying because they’re both such horrible, awful romantics and Zuko gets really offended because he thinks Sokka is making fun of him. Sokka, still snickering, assures him that it’s not the case and that he would love to do an activity together. Zuko, unconvinced, embarrassed and mildly heartbroken turns to leave but Sokka grabs his hand. When he turns around Sokka is completely serious and tells Zuko that he would genuinely, absolutely love to do an activity together. Zuko can’t stop blushing.

Don’t imagine Zuko and Sokka being super mushy and just completely infatuated with each other, eyes lighting up whenever they look at the other. They try to hide it around the others but they are so horribly transparent that everyone is just like, “Get a room, you two!” Toph screams “Oogie!” whenever they’re around and Katara is super miffed because Sokka always made fun of her and Aang, the freaking hypocrite.

Don’t imagine them “swordbending” and Sokka is completely focused because he’s going to beat Zuko this time, dammit but Zuko is really distracted and unfocused because Sokka just took his shirt off what the hell there should be a rule against that and he kinda trips and Sokka is there with his sword pointing at his throat, all sweaty and triumphant. “Surrender,” and Zuko goes completely red because that was really hot oh no but Sokka just laughs and helps Zuko up and kisses him on the cheek. Zuko can’t say anything because his brain his inexplicably just turned to mush. Afterwards, Sokka is all cocky grins and swagger and, “Maybe I should take my shirt off more often when we spar, huh?” Zuko just rolls his eyes and says nothing but the next time he makes a point of taking his shirt off, sly grin planted on his face. Not much sparring gets done that day.


100  Questions Nobody Ever Asks - And Now I Know Why

I was tagged by @simsomedia - thank you, Mel! - and because I was too lazy to do replies I decided to procrastinate and do this instead. Like, wow, this was long… and kind of anticlimactic. Anyway, enjoy… Oh, also, in case I don’t finish the replies today: Blue Moon Update up for tonight! Bye! 

1. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? What closet? 

2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels? Nope. I§m very particular about scents and the hotel ones usually smell bad.

3. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Everything on my bed - me included - is a mess so everything just kind of flows around… to end up on the floor in the morning.

4. Have you stolen a street sign before? Yep. Don’t ask. 

5. Do you like to use post-it notes? I wallpaper my walls with them. Great for writing stuff down and forgetting about it later.

6. Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? I don’t cut out coupons. I only read fiction and there are no coupons there :(.

7. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees? Bear. I just kind of feel it sounds manlier when they say you have been mauled by a bear, rather than killed by a bee. I’m all about being kickass when I go down.

8. Do you have freckles? I wish.

9. Do you always smile for pictures? Nope. I don’t like taking photos so I usually just make stupid faces to hide the fact I’m not photogenic.

10. What’s your biggest pet peeve? Oh, man, so many. I’m super lazy and try to halfarse everything, so probably that.

11. Do you ever count your steps when you walk? Too much effort.

12. Have you peed in the woods? I just returned from a month of trekking so take a wild guess.

13. Have you ever pooped in the woods? Now this is where I draw the line. Viva la gas stations.

14. Do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing? There is always something playing in my head, so why not dance to it?

15. Do you chew your pens and pencils? I used to… then I graduated to nails. So much better. 

16. How many people have you slept with this week? Slept like in bed or slept like in Zauglom’s stories? I’m not even sure why I need to specify. 1. 

17. What size is your bed? The usual size. I don’t know bed sizes. I fit in?

18. What is your song of the week? Drain the Blood - The Distillers

19. Is it OK for guys to wear pink? As long as I don’t have to it’s okay for anyone to wear whatever the hell they want to.

20. Do you still watch cartoons? Is there something else to watch? 

21. What is your least favorite movie? Oh, man… touch one. I don’t know. I usually just don’t watch things I don’t like. Maybe the TMNT remake? You know that one with Megan Fox. Like WTH was that even? 

22. Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? I’m not telling you my hideout! Piss off! 

23. What do you drink with dinner? Beer or wine for when I’m feeling faaaaaancy. 

24. What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Barbecue sauce. 

25. What is your favorite food? Greek, seafood.

26. What movies could you watch over and over again and still love? Mr Right, Guardians of the Galaxy, Surfs Up - because I do watch these over and over again.

27. Last person you kissed/kissed you? There was already a question like this on here wasn’t it? Anyways still the same 1.

28. Were you ever a boy/girl scout? No. But I was a renegade. Does that count? :D

29. Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? Nah. I’m a self conscious skeleton of a girl. Anyway, the only magazine that would want my nude photos would be like The Skeleton and a Bone or something. Or Long Legs and Skinny Arses. 

30. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? Last Christmas…. I gave you my heart but the very next daaaaaay, you gave it awaaaaaay… (this escalated quickly…) 

31. Can you change the oil on a car? I can’t even drive one, why would I change oil in one? 

32. Even gotten a speeding ticket? See above. I just don’t drive. I only have a licence to show people at bars if they refuse to serve me booze. 

33. Even ran out of gas? Seriously? -_-

34. What’s your favorite kind of sandwich? grilled chicken or something spicy and mexican

35. Best thing to eat for breakfast? Full English breakfast.

36. What is your usual bedtime? Midnight.

37. Are you lazy? HOW DARE YOU! It’s the Queen of lazy for you, Mr! 

38. When you were a kid, what did you dressed up as for Halloween? We don’t celebrate Halloween in Eastern hellhole where I come from so nothing much. We only started dressing up for Halloween when I was a teenager and we had parties. Usually I went for something superhero, or someone from a horror film. I’m not very creative. :D 

39. What is your Chinese astrological sign? Dog, I believe.

40. How many languages can you speak? English, German, Slovak, Czech (no kidding, I learned the grammar because I was sick of asking my BF for advice every time I had to write a goddamn letter), and a bit of Irish which has gotten much better thanks to this trip! 

41. Do you have any magazine subscriptions? Just a fantasy/sci-fi magazine I love. 

42. Which are better: LEGOS or Lincoln Logs? (What are Lincoln Logs?) <–This was actually Mel’s answer but I feel like it fits pretty well. Huh? 


44. Who is better: Leno or Letterman? Who are these people and why should I know them? DO they make ice cream? Or sandwiches? 

45. Ever watch soap operas? I’m a soup opera so… in a way.

46. Are you afraid of heights? No, but I do have great respect of free falling.

47. Do you sing in the car? Nah.

48. Do you sing in the shower? All the time. I think the falling water and weird acoustic make my lack of talent sound better.

49. Do you dance in the car? How is that done? Like in the front seat? Or passenger? Isn’t that dangerous? Now I want to go and do it, thanks, weird questionnaire. 

50. Ever used a gun? Yes and we won’t talk about that because we are not giving my father that satisfaction. 

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? My sister is an amateur photographer so… like all the time. 

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Of COURSE I DON’T! I love them. I’m the kind of person that thinks that if people could just burst into a song in the tram life would be a brighter, more colourful place!

53. Is Christmas stressful? Nah. Sit back, relax and watch the civilisation fall down behind the window. *Takes a deep breath* That’s the smell of Christmas. 

54. Ever eat pierogi? Huh? There are a lot of things I never heard of in this questionnaire. Does it think it’s smarted than me? WHAT?! YOU THINK YOU’RE SMARTER THAN ME? YEAH, YOU THINK YOU’RE SMARTER THAN ME, QUESTIONNAIRE?! HEEEELL NO! SOMEBODY HOLD MY HOOPS!…

Oh, wait, I googled it. It’s my fucking national food. Now I just feel stupid. But hey, cut me some slack it’s spelled pirohy in Slovak. :D 

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Chocolate.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Fashion designer. Rocks star. Vet. 

57. Do you believe in ghosts? Sometimes. 

58. Ever have a deja-vu feeling? All the times.

59. Do you take vitamin daily? Nope.

60. Do you wear slippers? Actually, I’m a world renown slipper thief. My sister and BF were always complaining when we lived together that I kept stealing their slippers… to stack them under my bed and never wear. Soooo kind of?

61. Do you wear a bath robe? No. It would steal attention from my sexy black batman pyjamas.

62. What do you wear to be comfortable? My sexy black batman pyjamas.

63. What was your first concert? Heľenine Oči - I’m so glad you people don’t know who that is… otherwise I would have to feel awkward about this :D. (It’s all my cousin. He introduces stupid music to me and then makes me go to concerts with him.) 

64. Walmart, Target or KMART? Sooo, we don’t have wither of those. Lidl I guess? :D 


66. Cheetos or Fritos? Aaaaw, just come on. Lays. 

67. Peanuts or Sunflower Seeds? Peanuts.

68. Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? As per usual, snarky questionnaire, no. I have not. Happy now?

69. Ever take dance lessons? Yes. Sadly. They made me in High School. Worst week of my life. 

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Yep. Bring me food. My future spouse is already perfect.

71. Can you curl your tongue? *tries* Yep.

72. Ever won a spelling bee? We don’t do that. You know, if the word is spelled the same way you pronounce it… spelling bee would be extremely pointless here. 

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? No. But I scream a lot when happy. 

74. Own any record albums? Many.

75. Own a record player? No I just stare at my records like an idiot, duh.

76. Do you regularly burn incense? Yep. I’m a new age freak… or maybe I just like liquorice.

77. Even been in love? No. I have been tragically trapped and lied to in order to manipulate me into a deep emotional turmoil and constant worry and pain that I feel for this one idiot who likes free solo climbing… like that one where you don’t use a rope. It’s not love it’s torture. Don’t do it at home kids.

78. Who would you like to see in concert? Brody Dalle? Back in the Distillers times? I have been listening to Distillers a lot lately. 

79. What was the last concert you saw? Hmmm, let me think… Good Charlotte. 

80. Hot Tea or Cold Tea? HOT. 

81. Tea or Coffee? Only tea. Tea forever. Tea is life. 

82. Sugar Cookies or Snickerdoodles? What the hell is that? 

83. Can you swim well? Masterfully. 

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? There are people that can’t? 

85. Are you patient? Hahahaha….no. 

86. DJ or Band at a Wedding? Band! Something punk rock! 

87. Ever won a contest? Yeah. I got to meet TDG backstage once thanks to my contest winning abilities.

88. Have you ever had plastic surgery? No. They said they can’t take out my brain and replace it with Stephen King’s. 

89. Which are better: Black or Green Olives? Definitely black. Sweeter.

90. Can you knit or crochet? Both. My grandma told me that if I ever want to find a good husband I have to know these things. She also told me to never drink beer because a lady does not do that. In retrospect my grandma was wrong about many things. 

91. Best room for a fireplace? Bedroom.

92. Do you want to get married? Never did. Now… thinking about it. 

93. If married, how long have you been married? Like two years. But they did not give me a marriage certificate yet despite slaving away under this pressure of committed relationship. 

94. Who was your high school crush? Hey now! I already told you guys this awkward story. He was a cute jock, let it go!

95. Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? Ehm… since I only have to have my decisions approved my good old me who would I cry in front of? A mirror? 

96. Do you have kids? A furry one. She likes to lick my face. 

97. Do you want kids? Just furry ones. They like to lick your face. 

98. What is your favorite color? It’s still black. It wil never be anything but black. Give up already. 

99. Do you miss anyone right now? My furry baby. My BF went to Moravia to get her today and soon they will come home! We spend month apart and I can’t wait to see her jump around happily again! 

100. Who are you going to tag to do this tag next?

Hmmm, let’s seee… who do I hate enough to make them go through all this? Who deserves this torture for all they have put me through these last months? Who would… @zauglom @zauglom @zauglom @zauglom aaaaand @zauglom There. I’m done. Now I’m going to reply to everything you threw my way, Daria. I will cry. It’s your fault.