i mean i get he's a god and all

I’ve read lots of people write about how Yuuri is such a wonderful gay icon but what about Victor?! I MEAN

Come on

The guy has a pink ferrari for God’s sake 

AND HE IS RIDING IT WITH A CUTE GUY SITTING ON HIS LAP, ALL THE WHILE LOOKING CHILL AF 

He has been the pro of what he does since he was a teen 

he takes cute pictures with him and his beloved dog for the press

his whole country loves him

he is not only comfortable but happy to play both a female and male part

He can get away with those lines

this one speaks for itself

he has insecurities about his hair

AND HE IS SO GODDAMN DRAMATIC ABOUT IT

He is more beautiful than a disney princess

and he is a genuinely kind person 

AND

he gets to spend the rest of his life

with the cute boy he fell in love with 

and live happily ever after

really, Vitya is an inspiration to us all

In The Wee Free Men, the village has a tradition of burying a shepherd with a piece of wool on his shroud, so that the recording angel will excuse him all those times during lambing when he failed to attend church — because a good shepherd should know that the sheep come first. I didn’t make that up. They used to do that in a village two miles from where I live. What I particularly liked about it was the implicit loyalist arrangement with God. Americans, I think, sometimes get puzzled by people in Ireland who call themselves loyalists yet would apparently up arms against the forces of the crown. But a loyalist arrangement is a dynamic accord. It doesn’t mean we will be blindly loyal to you. It means we will be loyal to you if you are loyal to us. If you act the way we think a king should act, you can be our king. And it seemed to me that these humble people of the village, putting their little piece of wool on the shroud, were saying, “If you are the God we think you are, you will understand. And if you are not the God we think you are, to Hell with you.” So much of Discworld has come from odd serendipitous discoveries like that.
—  Terry Pratchett, “Straight from the Heart, via the Groin” (collected in A Slip of the Keyboard)
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keith wearing that jumper in cause you’re learning me by @gajeelredfox is all ive been thinking about. 

also pls imagine lance coming back home and keefs brain kinda stops working and he justs gets up and hugs him because “oh my god ive missed you…and uh, thanks again for that- the present i mean.” “yeah…no problem…thanks for the chocolate.”

and lance secretly wanting a jumper like keiths

listen…i’m a lil emo…a little emotional….because i can’t get over how much henrik loves and cares about his character?? like he portrayed him with such care and attention to details and talent and he made a very complex character like even come to life and like, we all miss even but it’s obvious he misses him too? god knows how many hours he spent reading the script and practicing lines and studying the character and it was a big part of his life, something he was truly passionate about, for a couple of months and up until two weeks ago he, like us, had something to look forward to, watching the show and seeing how the story actually turned out on screen. he had to say goodbye to the set and the show (for now) and you can tell he loved loved the experience and!! i hope he’ll enjoy many more moments on the skam set because i love even and also because henrik deserves it 

I was re-watching the previous episodes and i saw this……

so i was wondering….was he referring to the banquet here??

Yuuri was effortlessly dancing with everyone here and those moves definitely required a lot of stamina…so don’t you all think Victor was thinking about the banquet???

and then he even started pole dancing……half-naked….where did he even learn that?????

Seriously…….The end credits of episode 10 changed everything…suddenly everything makes more sense now…everything has a hidden meaning….God………..i really need to get over this episode….but how exactly am I supposed to do that?????????? It was so perfect…………

anonymous asked:

Omg love your HCs!! They are all so cute!!!! >V< can u please do RFA +V and Saeran x MC first time holding hands? Like what would their reactions be?? Again LOVE your HCs!!! Omg bye!!~~

(THANK YOU ANON! I GOT YOU!)
~~~~~~~~
Zen:
• Honestly, it wasn’t very long in your relationship you started holding hands.
• Basically it was your first date.
• The both of you were just walking in the park together. Laughing, and getting to know each other.
• And my god you looked so perfect. He actually wanted to just kiss you. I mean, the sun was shining on your flawless skin, the wind blew stands of (H/C) hair in your face..it was breath taking.
• BUT HE KNEW THAT MIGHT GET WEIRD ON A FIRST DATE S O!!!!
• He slowly inched his hand down beside yours, and began interlacing your small, delicate fingers in his larger ones.
• hEBLUSHEDSOHARD, BUT MADE EYE CONTACT AND YOU JUST- WOAHMAN HEY WUDDUP AHA.
• After that, he never really likes going out in public without your hand in his.
~~~~~~~~~
707:
• This cheeky little sh-
• After he finally realized his true feelings for you, and stopping pushing everything and everyone away (anti-social much? Me too.)
• He asked you to go to a cat shelter with him.
• After all, Vanderwood didn’t say his partner couldn’t have a cat and just so happen to..bring it over. A lot.
• Does this count as your first date? Well, technically. You’ve hung out a lot, but never really anywhere but the parties and RFA members houses.
• “(Y/N)!!! This cat is just so cute! You should have it! I’ll even pay!”
• “Seven- I- I can’t take care of a cat?!”
• He B E G S.
• And for the first time, he gently grabs a hold of your hand, holding it tightly in his.
• He places a kiss on your cheek, and gives you the cutest little pouty face.
• At this point, you’re a blushing, awkward mess.
• “Uh-m uh..some soft hands you got there..”
• He smirks for a moment, before thinking of the dumbest thing he can say in that moment.
• “thanks, I use a lot of lotion. If you catch my dri-”
• “O K A Y SO LETS GET THE CAT AND SKADADDLE OKBYE NOW, FUNTIMES WOO.”
• But you never did seem to let go of his hand, the rest of the day, at least.
~~~~
Jumin:
• You would think it would take a while for him to get all..lovey dovey with you.
• But it was kind of a happy medium.
• So basically, it was the 4th-5th ‘date’
• Really doesn’t want to rush things. He’s a firm believer that love takes time.
• But when it happens, it’s actually kind of sweet.
• You’re lying on his couch, waiting for him to come back in with the breakfast he ‘couldn’t wait to make for you’
• He walks in the living room to check on you, smiling over at your resting figure.
• He can’t help but want to keep walking towards you.
• And soon, he can’t even control himself?
• “Jumin? What are you-”
• He picks you up, and sets you down in his lap, all whilst placing you hand in his.
• And he doesn’t even really say much. Other than he “felt like it” when questioned on what he was doing.
• This was cute, comfortable and all, but..
• “whats that burning smell??”
• “..Shi-”
~~~~~
Jaehee:
• okay this is so obvious but.
• coFFEE DATEEE!!!
• Or at least, on your way to.
• It’s a really cold morning, the two of you have been dating for a couple weeks now. So, you decided to bundle up, and grab some coffee.
• Now, she didn’t have gloves. You would think she would, but ohhoho, Nope she is not prepared.
• Thankfully, you have a trick up your sleeve. A smoothhhh move, this way it won’t be awkward to make the move. You go, (Y/N).
• You take off the glove on one of your hands, and hand it to her.
• At this point, she’s looking between you and glove, a bit confused.
• You then place your uncovered, warm hand in her freezing one.
• “What are you waiting for, silly? Put on the other glove~”
• You smooth mother-
• She’s a blushing mess, really. But she adores you.
~~~~~~
Yoosung:
• Sweetbbyboy
• he’s so innocent. He’s never even held hands.
• One day, you’re playing games with him at his place, and well…beating him.
• “How are you so good at this?!” Yoosung frustratedly says.
• “I guess I’m just a pro.”
• He gives you an 'o really’ look, with the intent of picking up his game.
• But he needed motivation.
• “if I win this next round, you have to hold hands with me the rest of the day. Minus when one of us needs to go to the restroom.”
• He still lost tho, lol.
• But, you couldn’t help but want your own prize.
• “how about we do it anyways?”
• HES SUCH A MESS.
• YOUR HAND IS SO!!! CUTE! AND SOFT! AND JUST!!!!! HE WANTS TO HOLD IT FOREVER!!!!
• Yes, you’re that couple.
• The one that is always painfully close and always holding the others hands.
• But he loves every minute of it. And so do you.
~~~~~
V:
• It was not long at allll before you help hands.
• Before he got eye surgery, he needed your “help” to get around. So, he wanted you to hold his hand and guide him around so he could get the things he needed to get.
• But he could actually see well enough.
• He just wanted to hold your hand.
• You had butterflies, he had butterflies, you two were honestly just lovey messes on the inside.
• But you loved it.
• (bonus)
• When he got the eye surgery, you had no idea. And he made you hold his hand again…however, something was off. It seemed he was bringing you along more than you were to him..
• “V- can you..”
• You were then cut off by none other than Jumin, who just so happened to be driving by.
• “V! How’d that surgery go?”
• gASP!
~~~~~~
Saeran:
• Okay so he was not getting physical ATTT ALLLL!!!
• And this kind of frustrated you.
• Yes, sweetie I know you’re bad with human interaction buT WE HAVE BEEN DATING ALMOST 2 MONTHS PLS LOVE ME.
• So, RFA helped you come up with a plan. A jealously plan.
• Yep, you were gonna try and get Saeran to get all jealous and protective over you. Maybe even get him to get a little closer.
• It started small, You’d have Yoosung start flirting a little with you in the group chat.
• Plan fails, and Saeran just leaves the chats with no word.
• You knew you had to step up the game.
• One day, you and Saeran go out for a walk around town, just casually talking with each other.
• When you 'coincidentally’ run into Zen just up ahead.
• “(Y/N)! Hey! You look cute today!”
• You weren’t expecting him to say that of all things, so you couldn’t help the tiny blush that appeared on your face.
• “Awh, tha-”
• This is when you felt your hand get tightly enveloped by another.
• Saeran was jealous.
• And unafraid to show it.
• “Looks like I’m interrupting a little date~ see you on he messenger, later! Have fun you two!”
• When Zen leaves, Saeran still doesn’t let your hand go.
• “You know..this is actually kind of..nice..” He awkward says.
• cuE HEART E X P L O S I O N
• ERROR (Y/N)
• YOU DID IT.
• From here on, he starts becoming more and more physically affectionate~ thank you, Zen!

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 4

a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me

oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)

characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER

warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])


Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous.
Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time.
As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.

my precious angel,

here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm

there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me

- J

I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah)

The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.

Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.

“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.

“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.

“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”

“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”

“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”

“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.

First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.

The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the  pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress. 

Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen. 

“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.

“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”

“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.

The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.

One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.

“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there. 

“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”

“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.

“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?” 

“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.

“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response. 

“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear: 

“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”

“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.

“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”

“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.

“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?” 

“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”

“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”

“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”

“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”

“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”

“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad. 

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”

“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”

“No, J.”

“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?

There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.

J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.

“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.

The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.

J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.

“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed. 

He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly.  His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another. 

“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him. 

“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms. 

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper. 

“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.

“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane. 

Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.

“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his. 

His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered. 


a/n: oHMYGOD LETS ALL SIN TOGETHER SHALL WE

RFA + V and Saeran reacting to an MC whose an ex porn star ( lmao )

//this is crack because I couldn’t take it seriously oh my god also gif warning!

NSFW

Zen:


Originally posted by dxsobedient

- what

- you… did what exactly?

- I mean let’s be honest here Zen hasn’t always done “ the best ” things for money but

- porn?? like actual porn on the Internet?? are you out of your mind??

- ,,, he does watch it

- I mean it’s done and over with but holy shit he’s like … my pure angel .. is no longer pure ..

Jumin:


Originally posted by youoctopimythoghts

- ??

- why would you do this you can never live this down

- how many people have seen this arrest them all

- pays so much money to get that taken down from every site imaginable

- he’s forgiving I mean it was your past but w h y

- “Elizabeth the 3rd would have never done this MC. ”

Yoosung:

Originally posted by internetcultleader

- need I say more?

Seven:


Originally posted by sakurarules

- he already knew he went deep into the stalking

- has he watched it multiple times? yes

- down w/ it he doesn’t care honestly it’s done and over with now you’re all his ~~

- actually might make some with you but it won’t go up anywhere he can’t have that on him on top of everything else

V:


Originally posted by gurl

- well shit

- he doesn’t really know what to say

- just kinda awkwardly sits there because he’s never met someone who’s done things even near that

- at least that he knows of.. looking at you Seven..

- “ well.. i’m sure god will forgive you MC. ”

- tries to stay positive even though he’s screaming inside oh god he can’t believe he’s in a relationship with a porn star he’s turned on and terrified at the same time



Saeran:

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

– ok

- he doesn’t really care just shrugs it off

- you’re not even mad?

- no why would I be

- you show him and he’s like ,, hm ,, interesting..

- MC thats a lot of dicks

- how’d you fit them in there holy shit

- shocked but very impressed. 

So I was just thinking about those posts you get in the Discworld tag about the way belief works on the Disc and how Vetinari and/or Vimes is so integral to the way Ankh-Morpork works that they might just sort of… not ever die.

You know, the ones like ‘Vimes is going to become a god of policemen and he’s going to hate it”.

Well. What if it happens to both of them? There are two parts to the city, after all. ‘Proud Ankh’ needs taking down a peg or two (or seven) by Sam Vimes, and if anyone can terrify ‘pestilent Morpork’ into being better then it’s Havelock Vetinari. And they can drive each other mad with stealth puns for centuries, if they want.

Also, this would potentially make them literally Law And Order, and that just seems very fitting in a way that would probably annoy them both.

Who you gonna call?

So we all know Dean was desperate and determined to get in contact with Cas first when they broke out.  I’ve seen some anti-destiel people argue ‘who else would he call?!’  

For the sake of argument let’s assume Dean had other numbers memorized, which he could–I mean, broken phones have to be commonplace for hunters.

So if Dean’s racing against the clock to get Sam to safety before he Officially Dies at midnight then his best bet would be to call Crowley (isn’t his number just 666?)  Dean would yell,  'We iced Lucifer as a team, you dick. You should have zapped us out of that motel room along with your mom.  You got your throne back with our help, so how about you don’t leave us stranded!?' The King of Hell could apparate right to them and get them both to safety in moments.

Of course, Crowley won’t do something for nothing (even after their summer of love) so if yelling didn’t work, Dean would agree to 'owe him one.’  A nice, no-strings attached favor to be cashed in at a future date, because Dean doesn’t care–he’s dying before the day is through. Crowley doesn’t have to know about it.

But he doesn’t call Crowley. He calls Cas. Repeatedly. 

He doesn’t leave a message and move on.

He doesn’t tell Cas to get the phone from his room and call other hunters who might be closer. 

(Also, Cas misses two of Dean’s calls and one of Mary’s–which came up as an unknown number???–and this angel doesn’t even have to go to the bathroom. So either he was standing in the door of Dean’s room feeling miserable and looking at his weapons on display or he was crying into his pillows–because he certainly wasn’t in the library.  He wasn’t in the bunker to research or he would’ve had some lights on.  He was just depressed and sad and so much of the episode focused on showing us this. I don’t even want to think about how irritated Cas sounded when he answered the phone, like he was mad about being interrupted, but I am concerned about his mental health and wondering what he was doing off screen. I mean this scene with the phone ringing in the dark and Cas off-screen had me terrified for a moment. 

I think we all can remember how in Hunter Heroici he blamed himself to the extent that he mentioned suicide and that was when he was hunting with Dean and Sam, not sitting alone for weeks in the dark and silence with the blame and guilt of failing his friends weighing on him. He even considered the deaths of his unsolved case to be his responsibility, my poor sweet Cas.)   

Anyway, Dean sees the map and knows the country well enough to understand that Cas is hours away (at least seven according to Google maps and it’s a looong stretch of highway that Dean asks him to find them on).  The whole ‘meet us’ thing is such a hail mary plan. If it was just about getting one of them to safety, then Dean would have been better off telling Sammy to head for the highway while he tried to mislead or slow up the men following them, especially once they got a gun.   

It wasn’t about a rescue mission. Sam and Dean have been on the run from law enforcement so many times. They’d have found a way to get a car when they got to the highway. 

No, it wasn’t about needing help in the form of wheels.  Dean said, “The sooner the better.  We’re kind of on the clock here,” when he was talking to Cas and he was specifically referencing the time he had left alive, hoping against the odds that he’d see Cas one last time.     

So today I went to the gas station to get a pop but I decided I wanted an ice cream bar too so I got a snickers ice cream thing and when I went up to the counter I mumbled to myself “god I feel so fat” and the guy behind the counter heard me and was like “but you’re not fat so it’s okay. Eat all the ice cream you want, girl.” And then there was a girl behind the counter doing her makeup and the guy was like “quit doing your makeup and get to work. You look fine. Just because that guy called you ugly doesn’t mean you are. He was a douchecake. You’re a fine piece of ass, my friend.”

Gas station guy is now my inspiration to keep eating ice cream bars when I want one.

This Dick Slip is Obviously Intentional but it was so Fucking Hot that I just had to share it with you guys.. What do you all think? For me it’s Oh my Fucking God !!! This just made me cum in my pants. Getting a Erection in tight low rise blue jeans with no underwear on is never a good idea if your a modest guy Because the Cream will always rise to the top if you know what I mean. This boy obviously rose to the occasion. I’m sure glad he did. How Fucking Sexy!!! I just have to say the body hair just added to how perfect this pic is.

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after 3.5 seasons of waiting, i get this magnificent gem :“’))

For real though, I’m proud of how wonderfully his character developed from Season 1. He is, by no means, the ideal partner, but he damn well tries. Also, I really appreciate the fact that he and MC, of all pairings, decided to break the one-sided "I’ll protect you” trope and chose to stand on equal footing. He’s probably the most “oresama” out of all the Voltage characters, and yet they break out of that trope!! Talk about refreshing.

Additionally, in his POV stories, he never really viewed MC as weak per se; to him, she was just someone he needed to protect because he couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her hurt. But in Season 3, he starts to acknowledge that she can protect both herself AND him. That’s when he begins to respect and admire her, aside from him just cherishing and protecting her.

anonymous asked:

Ok but Emma my absolute FAVORITE FREAKING TROPE is tiny shy Derek who has been wronged by someone and everyone assumes when he goes to confront his wrong-doer that uh-oh here's this huge guy about to punch someone but no instead Stiles jumps out from behind him and "WHAT THE //FUCK// DID YOU SAY TO MY BOO!? I WILL FUCK UP YOUR SHIT!" as Derek shyly stands aside trying not to say anything because he's anxious and smol

Oh my god, yes. I mean, we all know Derek can take care of himself in a fight but at the same time, I love the headcanon that while Derek can fight, it doesn’t mean he necessarily likes it, or is ready to get into a fight at any given moment when someone is being an asshole. 

Derek’s aggressiveness always seems to come from a place of defense - just as Stiles uses sarcasm - and the image of Derek just sighing and stepping out of the way while Stiles comes at this guy, a small, private smile on his face as Stiles ultimately stumbles and falls, is my favourite. Maybe Derek, yes, being a little shy about it -or total AU where Derek really is just a shy smol summer child who’s never been in a fight in his life - because no-one ever assumes he needs protecting and while physically, he doesn’t, emotionally it’s just so nice having someone who will go “what did you just say???” on anyone’s ass who dares to insult Derek or make him upset. 

Please, give me all the Derek headcanons where he could fuck a person up but chooses not to, or gets out of the habit, because he gets butterflies every time Stiles “defends his honour” before inevitably banging his head on something (but not before he gets a few choice words in - this is Stiles, after all).  

  • What she says : I'm fine
  • What she really means: Jerome should have had the ending scene! God only knows when he'll be back! Noah Fence, but Ed and Oswald are on, every damn week! They're regulars! Jerome only gets 3 episodes a season! He didn't even get 3 episodes this time! He was still dead during episode 12! We waited a year for this! I'm grateful that he's alive and all, but Jerome stans got robbed! You could've let us have this one thing. Ugh.

I hate how some people will justify stalking joji to find “rares” by saying “oh he’s famous so it doesn’t matter” or “he’s so hot though”.

it doesn’t matter if he’s “famous” or attractive. stalking is stalking. going out of your way to find pictures of a person who doesn’t even know you is straight up weird.

Also y'all are always whining about how people say shit about Chad and always say “noooo don’t be mean to Chad he’s human too” but some ppl will tell anisa to kill herself, call her ugly, and say she doesn’t deserve Ian.

I get that y'all wanna fuck them or whatever but respect their privacy, some of you aren’t even legal or close to being legal. if “daddy joji” did bang you he’d be in jail charged with statutory rape (now I’m just being extra oops).

just for the love of God respect their privacy. I doubt y'all would want someone going through your friends/family’s accounts trying to find pictures of you.

(also don’t call into a radio show and use your one chance to ask joji something and ask some dumb shit like how tight ian’s ass is, do you know how hard it is to get through and actually speak to him?)

I feel like the Futurama writers should have capitalized on Fry being thrust “a 1000 years into the future” more often. There’s so much comedic potential in it, just imagine.


[when he first arrives in the future] “The year 3000!? …You mean I haven’t bathed in a thousand years? Oh, my God! Where’s the phone book, Ripley’s not gonna believe this!”

and

“My answer is the same as it was a thousand years ago: No, I do not want to join the Jehovah’s Witness.”

and

“Haven’t you heard of ‘respect your elders’? I’m a thousand years older then you! If I tell you to order pizza you’re answer should be ‘How high?’”

“Fry, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well, I’m sorry, Hermes. When you’ve lived a thousand years maybe you can decide whether or not my phrases make any sense. Until then-”


And then there are the rebuttals:

“You’re a thousand years old and you still don’t know how to tie your shoes? Really, meatbag?”

“Shut up, Bender.”

and

[Fry speaks]

“Says the person who hasn’t gotten laid in a thousand years.”

“Shut up, Bender.”

and

“Yeah, you don’t wanna get with him, lady. He’s a thousand year old senile. The forecast for the weather in his Netherlands is ‘2.3 inches of poor performance, 100% chance of disappointment.’” 

“Shut UP, Bender!”

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-Anon request

“She’s alright though, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not like I’ve actually seen a girl since I’ve been here, but she is pretty fit.”

“I know right, I mean what I wouldn’t do to hit that.”

“Oh my God, yeah.”

“I would have her.”

“Shut up! If anyone were to get her, it’d be me.”

“No way!”

“Uh, yeah.”

The lost boys continued to argue while you sat up in the tree above them and chuckled quietly as you listened to them. And they were all fighting over you. In truth, though, none of them particularly struck you.

Felix was alright: he was tall and muscular, and you would just love to kiss your way up that scar, but you secretly thought he was pretty into Pan. And plus, he could randomly turn weird, like when Curly asked about his family once and Felix flipped out, beating the kid to within an inch of his life.

Then there was Devin. Devin was okay, if you didn’t actually talk to him and if you ignored the annoying thing he did with his hands when he talked. He was fairly muscular and he was a good fighter if you gave him a knife and something to charge at, but he got arrogant and that got infuriating.

So what about Rufio? Yeah, no, he wasn’t even going to make the list at all. The guy was insane. Sure he had big arms and could run faster than any of the others but he was always the one to get himself hurt doing nothing and he was always the one who refused to shut up even when everyone else was trying to sleep.

Curly? Curly was sweet and cute; he made you laugh when you needed it and he didn’t constantly want to fight, like the other boys. But that said, he couldn’t actually fight and the kid was about as weak as a limp daisy.

None of the lost boys particularly appealed to you.

Well, all but one.

“What are you guys talking about?”

You heard a new -but instantly recognisable- voice come into the conversation. You shifted until you could watch them as well as listen.

“Oh, hey there, Peter,” Devin greeted their leader, the boy king of the island. “We was just talking ‘bout Y/N. She is fit, i'n’t she?”

There was heavy pause. You frowned. Not being able to see Peter Pan’s face, you didn’t notice the scowl that was twisting itself into his features.

“That’s who you’re talking about?” he asked, his voice oddly quiet.

Devin faltered but, being the idiot he was, didn’t realise that that was the perfect moment to shut up. “Yeah, I mean, you see that she’s hot, right? I would seriously hit that, do you reckon she’d be up for it? Well, if I snuck her a sleeping poppy, it wouldn’t matter would it?” he joked, laughing loudly.

Dick, you thought bitterly to yourself, making a mental note to be wary around the sleeping poppies.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Pan suddenly bellowed, making the boys as well as you jump in shock. Twisting around in the branches, you could see his face now and it shot a shiver of fear down your spine. With his eyes darkening and his teeth baring like that, you could see why they called him the Demon boy of Neverland.

Devin was struggling to comprehend the change in the situation and stuttered, “Umm, well, I- err.”

Swiping forward, Pan had the boy’s neck in his hand in one movement. Gasping for breath, Devin clutched the hand that held his writhing figure just above the forest floor and begged him to release him in a strangled and fairly incomprehensible voice.

You gasped, loud enough for Pan to hear. He looked up and, at the surprising sight of you overhead, dropped the forgotten lost boy onto the floor and searched your face through the branches. Now, you couldn’t read the curious expression on his face. His eyes whispered one thing, while his whole being shouted another.

Losing your footing, without warning you felt yourself tumbling out of the tree with a muffled scream and fell down down down-

Straight into Peter’s arms.

“Oh, umm,” you mumbled awkwardly. “Sorry, I-err- I, umm lost my footing…”

He nodded, wordlessly and set you down with an almost shy look of embarrassment on his face, making you frown curiously.

As he strode away, you thought to yourself, that boy never fails to surprise me.

bl00d-in-r0ses  asked:

RFA+Saeran and V reacting to an Otome Mc?

if what u mean by this is that ‘MC is the person in the game’ then hoe

i gotchu

P.S. the name of the game is “Curiously Caught” because why? because idon’tknowsendhelp


Yoosung:

  • literally freaking the hell out
  • like “OMGOMGOMG I HOPE IGET MC’S ROUTE HEHEH”
  • he’s trying SO HARD to win MC’s heart he’s doing all sorts of research
  • recent google searches:
    • how to get MC in Curiously Caught
    • CURIOUSLY CAUGHT GUIDES FOR MC
    • MC’S favourite band/food/colour/type of cheese
  • he’s screaming inside and out 24/7
  • “OH MY GOD MC JUST GAVE ME SOME COINS AND OUR HEART TO HEART LEVEL WENTUP!!!!!!”
  • likes to call Seven to rant all about the game
  • can’t get his hands off his cell and lemme tell u his gaming friends are mAD
  • “YOOSUNG WHERE ARE U WE NEED TO DEFEAT THE BOSS-”
  • “CAN U NOT SEE THAT I’M VERY BUSY MY MC NEEDS ME”

Zen:

  • lookie lookie
  • a man his age playing an Otome game? P H L E A S E
  • it’s happening
  • here he is
  • smiling foolishly at his phone
  • “Zen.”
  • “ZEN.”
  • “ZEN YOU’RE UP NEXT WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON YOUR PHONE”
  • that’s right, he even plays during shows
  • he’s obsessed and is 200% determined to get MC’s route
  • “Just a sec I gotta do this… which one do you think is the better pick up line? ‘I will lock you up in my heart like a jail’ or ‘Although this is a bit cheesy, will you Gouda out with me’?”
    • low key wants to stab myself for writing^^ whatever the fuck those pickup lines are im sorry can u tell im bad a pickup lines
  • tries not to fangirl in public when MC gives him some hearts but he’s squealing on the inside sohardsometimeshecan’tbreathe

Jaehee:

  • “HAH. OTOME GAME? I AIN’T GOT NO TIME-
  • DID SOMEONE JUSTSAY CURIOUSLY CAUGHT
  • BECAUSE
  • I’VE BEEN PLAYING SINCE I WOKE UP AT 7AM AND IT’S 5AM THE NEXT DAY NOW
  • I’M STILL AWAKE
  • NOT WORKING
  • NOT SLEEPING
  • I’M GOING TO GET MC TO LOVE ME”
  • yea she’s that^^ type of person
  • she;s so devoted it’s kinda scary
  • Jumin is ???? “Assistant Kang, can you get me the files-”
  • she looks at him with the wild eyes of a boar and he’s like nope nevermind not today gotta go see ya holy shit she’s crazy
  • *employees slowly back away from her*

Jumin:

  • what is “Otome game”?
  • when someone introduces him to Curiously Caught he’s kinda ????
  • really confuzzled
  • he looks like those old people trying to work with technology
    • poking the screen with one finger really hard
    • lowering his reading classes and holding the phone 2 miles away from his face and then squinting his eyes to read the text 
    • asking questions about a million things:
    • “How do i go back”
    • “What do the coins do”
    • “How do i win”
    • also: “I can’t see”
  • he puts the game down at first because he’s confused and doesn’t know how to play, but he sees himself get drawn to it whenever he has free time
  • on the way to work? playing. taking a break? playing. 
  • there’s no stopping he’s becoming one of us

707:

  • LOLOLOLOLOL
  • it’s just that he
  • he beat the game in 1 day
  • he got all the coins, all the hearts and was able to ‘catch’ MC with his skillz
  • but that doesn’t stop him from playing the game another 21232534 times because he wants to find loopholes
  • and see what the bad ends are like
  • low key hacks the game to see what happens
  • the company is like what is happening to our game???
  • oops
  • sorry just SEVENBEING SEVEN AGAIN
  • also likes to show off
  • he goes to online forums that discuss the game and logs on as
  • “curiouscatlover” and literally s p o i l s the game for everyone BUT doesn’t tell him how to beat the levels
  • i hate u seven y r u doin dis to us

Saeran:

  • he isn’t interested at first
  • he just saw it on his appstore and was like 
  • ok i guess i’ll download it since they recommended it
  • YES THAT’S HOW PRECIOUS HE IS
  • starts playing but doesn’t see the meaning in it
  • kinda just stares at the game emotionless
  • “Wow! MC just gave you 10 coins!”
  • “ok”
  • “Options: kiss MC or walk away.”
  • he choose to walk away
  • “we just met why would i kiss her i am not a creep like Saeyoung”
  • low key wants to delete the game but his pride won’t let him
  • “I have to win this or else Saeyoung will rub it in my face that he won and i do not want to hear it”

V:

  • he’s JUST LIKE JUMIN
  • old ass men confused with game options and functions lmfao
  • dude calls up Jumin to work this out together
  • did i mention they met up at a cafe where TONS OF GIRLS AND THE PUBLIC ARE JUDGING THEM
  • and they were literally discussing the game like it was some sort of business tihng
  • “Jumin, if I choose to kiss her, will she dislike me? We just started playing this morning after all.”
  • “Hm.. I think we should just go for it - go big or go home right? That’s always been my business motto.”
  • “You’re right. Okay here it goes… YES! SHE GAVE ME 2 COINS.”
  • “See? This isn’t hard at all.”
  • *cue those comical laughs in the background of TV shows*
  • p.s. they win MC in like 1 month (much too long for 1 route)
  • SOMEONE DRAW JUMIN AND JIHYUN SITTING LIKE OLD MEN ON THEIR PHONES YOU KNOW ALL CONFUSED AND POKING WIT ONE FINGER AND LIKE JUST COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS TO THE CROWD OF GIRLS LAUGHING AT THEM

:)) i hope this was what you wanted lol

~Cherry L.


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anonymous asked:

Can you do something on how Archie is in bed?

This turned out more like what sex with Archie would be like:

  • at first he would be so sweet, almost as if you were so delicate
  • as time went on he was still sweet but he was also rough
  • i feel like archie wouldnt be that big on foreplay because he gets too excited in that step
  • constantly asking you if you were okay
  • his fingers would be a god send if you know what i mean, thanks guitar
  • his ginger locks matted to his forehead because of sweat
  • making out so much that your lips are swollen
  • him leaving little lovebites all over your neck because youre his girl
  • soft swear words leaving his lips as he comes close
  • holding your hands in his hands 
  • lots of after sex cuddles because youre his #1