i mean i guess he looks magical

the new kid

(or, angus mcdonalds first day of school and making a friend, from an outsider’s perspective)

The new kid’s desk is next to mine, which is fine, I guess. But I sort of wish that I was sitting next to Dana — we always sat next to each other, because her last name is Manfred and mine is Min, and nobody else at our school had anything in between A and I.

But the new kid is named Angus McDonald — that’s a C, so he sits between me and Dana. He seems pretty okay. When we were all introducing ourselves (because Mrs. Sylvester who teaches homeroom and Language Arts made us do that whole deal), the new kid said, “Hi, my name is Angus McDonald, and I’m from, um, a lot of places, and I like Caleb Cleveland novels and magic and solving mysteries.”

He smiled, and clutched the book he was holding tighter to his chest, and I could tell he was a little nervous, probably. I felt sort of bad for him. I was the new kid in fourth grade, and that had sucked until I became friends with Dana. I should probably try and be nice to him, especially since he sits next to me for the rest of the year, and because our lockers are next to each other.

Besides, he likes Caleb Cleveland novels, and I started reading those over summer break (you know, before the world ended), so, that’s a start, right?


I talked with the new kid between homeroom and second period — it’s really weird having to switch classrooms between classes — and asked him which of the Caleb Cleveland books he’s read. He gave me this huge smile and said “All of them! Which ones have you read?”

And I said, “Um, the Curse of the Amulet, and the Lilac Room Light. Wait, you’ve read all of them?”

“Yeah!” he said.

“That’s like, fifty-four books. Wow,” I said. “Cool.”

He sort of shrugged and said that he used to have a lot of free time, and that “My parents left me alone a lot, you know?”

And I said “Uh, I guess,” because I wasn’t sure how to answer that. “I mean, my dad didn’t exist as a concept until last summer, cause he died in the Relic Wars.”

And he said “Oh. Yeah, it’s kind of like that.”

I felt really weird telling him about my dad, but he’s the one who made it personal first. Then I asked him what class he had next, and he said he had Honors Magecraft, which I’m pretty sure is an eighth-grade class? But I didn’t call him on it. I just told him I had Divinity Studies, and he asked me if I wanted to be a cleric, and I said maybe. I like the idea of fixing people. But I’m only eleven, you know? And my mom says I have plenty of time to decide if I want to dedicate myself to a god.

Angus said, “Okay, that’s really neat! I know a cleric.”

And I said, “Cool.”

And he said, “If you want to borrow any of my Caleb Cleveland novels, just ask me, okay?  I’d be happy to let you borrow them!”

He’s really enthusiastic.

I said. “Okay, yeah, that’d be cool. Uh, have fun in class.”

And he said, ‘You too!“

Then we both went to our lockers (it’s really weird having a locker!). He seems nice, but kind of like a nerd. I mean, that’s not a bad thing. I might actually ask to borrow his books — the library is always out of copies of the Caleb Cleveland books. It’s really annoying.


Things at home are pretty weird right now. My mom and my older sister remembered that my dad existed, and that he’s dead, and that’s been pretty rough on them, I think? Like, the whole Hunger thing was really bad and really scary, but it’s over now and mostly things have been repaired, I think, 'cause it’s been like four months since everything happened, and that’s definitely enough time. Except for the fact that people are dead. But it’s weird because all the adults and some of the teenagers keep remembering things different, and I think they’re rewriting some history books which is why Modern Politics as a class at the high school had been canceled — my sister was really annoyed about that, because she needs the credits or something.

I don’t remember my dad. I was one when he died. But it kind of sucks for Mom and for Kitty. I keep running into them talking and then I ask what it’s about, and they say either "Don’t worry about it, honey,” or “None of your business, Nicky.”

And I mean, that’s fine or whatever, but you know. It’s just been weird.


Angus sat with me and Dana and some of our other friends (Fred and Janine and Kelly) at lunch today. Or, it was more like, I was sitting with Dana at a table and she spotted Angus kind of wandering around looking for a place to sit. She glanced at me and smiled.

“Is that your new cru-ush?” she whispered to me. “I saw you talking to him earlier.”

“Shut up! I was just trying to be nice,” I said, “It sucks being new.”

“Sure,” she said, and then yelled across the room “Hey new kid, over here!” Angus turned. She waved at him, and he smiled and started walking over.

“He’s got a name, you know,” I said to Dana. She rolled her eyes. “Cru-u-ush,” she whispered, but she does this every time I talk to anybody.

“Hi,” Angus said. “Um, can I sit with you?”

“Sure,” I said, and he sat down in the chair next to me.

“This is Angus,” I said to the rest of the table as Angus pulled out his lunch. “He sits next to me and Dana in homeroom, and he’s new.”

Everyone said hi, and Angus smiled and said hi back. He started unpacking his lunch and then we were all immediately distracted by how super-nice it was. Like, it was really nice. It was packed in one of those lunch boxes with compartments and dividers and it looked pretty much too nice to eat, and there was a bag of homemade chips. Angus noticed me and Dana staring.

“Um, my, uh, my dad packed it for me,” he said. Which didn’t seem to make sense considering he told me he wasn’t really close with his parents, but I guess making lunch doesn’t mean his dad spends time with his son.

“Are those homemade chips?” I asked. I was really impressed. Chips are like, fried and stuff. I’ve only eaten homemade chips at restaurants.

“Yeah,” he said. “Do you want some?”

“Yes please,” I said, and he poured a couple of chips into my hand. I ate one. It was like, the best chip I’ve ever had.

“My dad told me to magic missile anyone who asked for one,” Angus said jokingly.

“You can cast magic missile?” Fred asked, looking impressed. Angus nodded. “My dad taught me.”

“Nicky’s been trying to learn all summer,” Kelly said. “She’s been stealing her older sister’s spellbooks.”

“I can’t get anything more than one bolt, though,” I said. “And I can’t practice when my mom’s around so it’s going pretty slow.”

“I could show you sometime?” Angus said.

“That’d be cool,” I said. I meant it, really.


I started trying to learn magic missile after the whole apocalypse battle day, you know, what the adults are calling “the day of story and song,” when all the black columns attacked everything. We almost died! It was very exciting and pretty scary. Kitty had to kill what was like, a black tiger that sprung out at us even though we were barricaded in a bunker. I’m eleven. I should be able to take care of myself, you know?


I know this was being super rude, but after we were done eating I was really curious, so while we were throwing out plastic sandwich bags and stuff, I asked Angus a question.

“Hey, I thought you and your parents weren’t close? But you keep talking about your dad.”

“You’d be a good detective!” he said, like it was the highest compliment he could think of. “Well, my bio-parents were pretty hands off. But my family is really close! I’m living with them now, which is nice.”

“Cool,” I said, even though what he said was like, super vague. I guess I was sort of prying, though. “Your dad seems cool.”

“He’s the best,” he said, and we walked back to the table, and the rest of lunch period was pretty normal. We mostly just compared classes and schedules and talked about which teachers seemed okay and which didn’t. You know, normal school stuff.


I saw Angus for the last time that day when I was getting my stuff out of my locker to go home. His locker is next to mine so it wasn’t really a surprise that I saw him. I was pretty tired so I just nodded at him and he nodded at me. He was pulling his backpack out (his backpack is really nice — it looks new. My backpack is new too), and then he closed it and turned to me.

“Hey Nicky?”

“Yeah,” I said, “What’s up?”

“Do you want to come over this weekend?” he said, like he was expecting me to say no. “I could show you how to cast magic missile, nobody at home will mind. And you could borrow my books, if you want.”

I blinked. I was really surprised, in a nice way.

“I’ll ask my mom,” I said. “That’d be really cool!”

“Neat,” he said, grinning, and I smiled at him.

Then we walked out of the front doors together, along with everyone else, which is like, a lot of people, and I started heading toward the buses which is what most people do, but Angus started heading toward the sidewalk away from the school and then he stopped. I bumped into him.

“Oh no,” he said, but not like he was actually mad.

“What is it?” I said, and I looked the way he was looking, and there was like, a whole horde of people standing a little bit away from the school. When they noticed us staring a couple of them waved. It was like, nine people? Maybe?

And not even all one type of people, there was like a couple of elves and a gnome and a dragonborn and after that I kind of stopped trying to figure everything out. They looked kind of familiar, but I couldn’t place it. A lot of other students were also kind of giving them the sideeye, cause it was a lot of adults in one place, and they were loud.

The tall human guy looked really happy to see Angus, and shouted, “Angus! Over here, buddy!” and then the pretty elf next to him rolled his eyes and said “I’m pretty sure he can see us, dipshit. Agnes! Get your butt over here so that Maggie stops causing a scene,” just as loud.

“Oh no! I told them I could just walk home,” Angus said. “They didn’t have to come get me.” But he was smiling. He glanced at me. “Um, I’ll see you later, Nicky! Thanks for being so nice!”

And he ran off, to the people who I guess were his family? The other elf — the girl one without the huge hat — bent down to give him a hug, and the big guy ruffled his hair. Then they all started walking down the sidewalk, and I started walking over to the bus.

The new kid’s kind of weird, but I think we’re going to be friends. I guess I need to ask my mom if I can go over to Angus’s house this weekend.


- angus is refraining from using anyones names bc the names are pretty much well known all over faerun cause of the voidfish, although appearances less so - nobody expects to run into superman.

- angus is very happy to make a friend!

- the ipre crew + carey and killian came to walk ango home

- the Whole Gang was a lil nervous about angus’s first day at school even though angus has literally fought monsters and chased murderers, but this is socialization, you guys, what if the other kids are mean to him. what if they’re meaner than we were.


The Hufflepuff Part One (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by notbethan

Word Count: 1030

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

AN: So this is my first newt fic and i’m so excited! It’s set back in newts Hogwarts days :) You can read part two and three  four and five here

It was your sixth year attending hogwarts and it felt the same as every other year. You had been waiting all holidays to come back, not just to see your friends but because you knew you’d be seeing more of your crush Newt Scamander. Most of your friends crushed on the hot and brave gryffindors but you, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the shy hufflepuff Newt Scamander. 

You first met Newt your first year on the Hogwarts express, it felt like only yesterday you first met the boy. All the carriages were full making your nerves get worse looking for a seat as you knew no one on this train since you were muggle born. In your nervous state you finally had found a empty carriage, well not quite empty, there was a small boy with his face covered by the huge book he was reading. Opening the door and closing it quietly behind you, not wanting to interrupt the boys reading, you shyly took a seat across from him. He was so invested in his book that you don’t think he even knew you were there. Reading the title of the book you became curious. 

“Excuse me? May I ask about what you’re reading, I didn’t know there were magical creatures? You see, I come from a muggle family so I don’t know much about the wizarding world.” Your voice startled the boy a little, he hadn’t notice you enter like you’d thought.

“Oh, I could tell you everything you need to know about magical creatures. My names Newt Scamander.” The boy shyly smiled at you, extending his arm to shake your hand. “I’m Y/N, It’s nice to meet you Newt.”

You remember him telling you all about his love for magical beasts that train ride and how he wanted wizards to learn to understand them, not hurt them. He even told you about his dreams of one day travelling the world in search of rare creatures and maybe even writing a book about his adventures. The way he talked about these creatures with so much passion was adorable and made you grow feelings for the boy. Ever since that day you’d been crushing on Newt Scamander.

You hadn’t really spoken to him since first year, guess you could just never find the courage to. Not only that but his best friend Leta Lestrange scared you to death. Not because she was a slytherin, you didn’t think everyone in slytherin was bad that was just an unfair stereotype placed upon them. But because one time in second year when you had finally gained enough courage to approach Newt you were stopped by Leta herself. She had pulled you by your robes and pushed you into a corner where Newt couldn’t see, staring with pure hatred in her eyes. 

“Leave him alone Y/N. Newt’s my best friend and my friend only so stay away you filthy mudblood.” You couldn’t take it after she called you that horrible name sprinting back to your dorm with tears falling down your face. You had never even tried to get close to Newt again knowing Leta was always going to be in the way.

Rushing to potions class late you were out of breath from running all the way from your dorm, you knew you should have set your alarm. Pushing open the doors you sighed in relief noticing your professor hadn’t arrived yet. Hurrying to a seat next to your friend you mentally squeal as you notice Newt sitting at the back of the room. You had a good feeling about this class.

You professor walked in minutes later gaining everyone’s attention with his loud voice. “Alright everyone, this year I’m choosing your partner for this class. You will be with the same partner for the rest of this school year and I honestly don’t care if you’re not with your friend so don’t complain to me about it.” I take that back, you didn’t have a good feeling about this class. The last thing you needed was to be paired up with one of those cocky gryffindor boys who will just attempt to flirt with you the entire year instead of actually doing the work.

“Y/N and Newt Scamander.” Your eyes widened, you honestly almost fell off your chair. You had never been paired with Newt before, well actually, you hadn’t spoken to the boy since the day you met, he’d probably forgotten all about you by now.

You somehow pulled yourself together, clinging your textbook to your chest and making your way over to the boy. You shyly took the seat next to him, sending him a friendly smile which he thankfully sent back. “Hi, i’m Newt.”

He was so cute you had no idea how you were going to concentrate in this class. “Y/N. I’ve heard that you’re quite good at potions.” He seemed a little embarrassed at your statement as his cheeks flushed red and he stuttered his words. “W-well I mean I guess so.”

“So, do you still want to travel the world in search of magical beasts?” Please remember me! Please remember me!

“How did you know about that?” Confusion was written all over his face as he looked at you skeptically. Your heart sunk a little, of course he doesn’t remember you. “You told me, first year on the Hogwarts express. I didn’t expect you to remember.” You nervously chuckle, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That was you? Wow, I was wondering what happened to the girl I talked to on my first day. I didn’t even realize, you’ve changed so much.” So he did remember you, sort of. “Well I am sixteen now not eleven.” He chuckled at your words and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face, he still remembers you.

All of a sudden you felt this weird energy, it was as if someone was staring into the back of your head. You glanced over your shoulder to meet the glaring eyes of Leta Lestrange. Instantly becoming nervous you gulped whilst turning to your partner and putting on a fake smile. “Let’s start shall we?”

*Something Special* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your stories and you’re a really great writer❤ so may I ask if you could make a story where the reader thinks she’s just a muggle, but newt knows something she doesn’t know about herself. Lots and lost of fluff! Well if you wouldn’t mind that’s it…❤

So for this one, let’s just assume the reader didn’t lose control of her powers or struggle to harness them and doesn’t turn in to an Obscurus. Also, I hope this is’t like super stupid lol

Throughout all your life you never felt special or like you stood out in any way. There were times when things would happen that you couldn’t explain. Like back in your youth, you got mad at your older brother and somehow managed to make his hot cocoa tip over and splash all over his pants causing his friends to tease him relentlessly. You never thought much of it and figured it was just good timing. 

As the years would go by and you’d get older, you began noticing more and more times things like that would happen. It popped in to your mind maybe once or twice that maybe you possessed some type of magical ability, but you’d quickly brush away the idea seeing as magic didn’t exist.

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Getting drunk with EXO

Y’all don’t let this flop

I am writing this with @wooseook (aka the funniest person alive made me piss my pants a few times before) and we actually did research on this. Enjoy. (Not all the members had something said about their drinking behaviour)

Okay so warning: We will discuss alcohol and drunk behaviour in this. If you are not comfortable then do not read!

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i wanna be yours (daddy issues ch. 5)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

the pack goes clubbing. erica finds naomi in bed with isaac. someone sees something they’re not supposed to see. 

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Magic (Newt x Reader)

Character: Newt Scamander

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Muggle!Reader, No-Maj!Reader

Title: Magic

Requested by anon:

Can you do a Newt Scamander imagine where he gets jealous because his beasts like the reader more than him and he realizes he’s on love with her please? I love your blog!!!

Requested by anon:

can you do an imagine newt from fbawtft about where one of his creatures(i forgot the name) was stealing christmas items and stuff and reader and newt has to save christmas then in the end they meet under the mistletoe and you can end how you want. 

A/N: I will change the second request a little bit because it’s not currently Christmas, but I’ll do something similar anyway. 

New York could be awfully boring sometimes for such a big and exciting city. I was just making my way on the streets as usual, minding my own business when something out of the ordinary happened.

Almost like I was tempting fate by being bored of my routine. Almost like it was making me want to be careful for what I wished for.

It wasn’t anything too crazy, but it was crazy enough to get my attention.

A poster turned to life! I was calmly walking along the sidewalk when I noticed something with the corner of my eye, and it was the fact that a poster in the wall on my left was moving!

I frowned and stopped, thinking that it was impossible. Then I glanced at it and saw the man on it was blinking! Until I blinked myself and it was no longer there.

I would have thought I was seeing things if it weren’t for the fact that a nearby dog barked at whatever it was too.

“I must be tired” I just said to myself nonetheless, shaking my head and carrying on with my life.

While I was at it, I accidentally bumped with a woman who gave me an unfriendly glare.

“Sorry” I mumbled with a forced smile.

“No-maj…” She said under her breath before she walked away.

“What did she just call me?” I wasn’t sure, but I could feel it was an insult.

I shook my head in outrage and just kept on walking.

Had I know that wasn’t even the beginning.


I wasn’t sure if people were bumping into me on purpose or if I was the clumsy one. However, I bumped into someone yet again.

“So sorry” The man mumbled quietly.

“My bad” I apologized too, proceeding to keep walking.

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Deepest Darkest Secret

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5. Simon.

I look at him blankly.


Baz raises an eyebrow and gives me a long look like I’m being the most insufferable idiot on the planet.

‘Has it ever occurred to you,’ he says slowly, ‘that maybe you’re the Humdrum?’

I huff. ‘I heard you the first time. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’

Penny hops up off the bed and stands next to me. ‘Go on, I’d love to hear this,’ she says. I can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic or if she has any more idea what’s going on than I do.

‘Look, I’ve been listening to your inane theories, and here’s mine. Snow is the Humdrum.’ Baz is leaning against the doorframe, his face impassive, as though this entire conversation is boring him. As though me being the Humdrum is old news.

‘That doesn’t even make sense,’ I say.

‘It makes perfect sense,’ Baz says. ‘In fact, I can’t believe you haven’t thought of it already. Especially you, Bunce. No wonder you’ve fallen behind me in class.’ He smirks.

Penny narrows her eyes. ‘I’m listening. Tell us your theory.’

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I know that Imhotep was an evil mummy raised from the dead bent on world domination but i can’t help but feel a little bad for him at the end of the mummy returns when Anksunamun just leaves like that. I mean the look in his eyes is just heartbreaking cause everything he’d done was for them and she just runs away. But he did commit murder on a major scale and a whole lot of black magic so I guess it was kinda coming to him.

there’s magic in our bones

A Shance Fluff Week collection @shancefluffweek

day 1: blue/black
rated g
word count: 1,175
ship: shance (shiro x lance)
summary: in which cats are the best wingmen

{view full ao3 series here}

“Blue! Blue come back! I promise, I’ll never bathe you again.” Lance called out miserably as he circled the alley behind his apartment for the third time.

He paused and took a deep breath, glancing up the fire escape he climbed down. Nope, Blue still wasn’t back, perched haughtily outside his window. It had been almost an hour and Lance was getting worried. This happened at least once a week, but Blue usually came back by now. He must’ve really pissed her off with the threat of a bath for her to be gone this long.

Why did he have to adopt the cat at the shelter with runaway syndrome?

“Hey, Lance?” A vaguely familiar called from above and Lance looked up. 

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Heads up, this isn’t a theory
It’s mostly just an appreciation post
So I just rewatched mcsm episode 6, and OH BOY do I have some stuff I need to put out about the credits sequence. So I’ve known this for a while and I finally got around to making a post about this, but holy cow. Do. You. Realize. How. Many. Times. Ivor. Helps. You?
Because it’s more than you think,
1. At the beginning, when the zombie comes out of the grave and starts coming after Ivor, If Jesse doesn’t do ur command, Ivor will literally throw his sword (but like. Dude. Where was that sword last episode when Reginald had Ivor’s inventory and all he gave back were three potions) into the air like a projectile and strike down the zombie. Like that was amazing.
2. Literally 3 seconds later, when another zombie comes up behind Jesse, if they don’t press the command, Ivor practically moves at the speed of light, pushes Jesse’s away from the monster, skewers the zombie with his sword, and the director’s name appears on it.
3. Okay, I think this happens either way if you hit the command. So when the spider is on top of Jesse, Ivor saves them. What? Is this like the third time? Yup.
4. This has to be my favorite one, but if Jesse doesn’t grab onto the vines when they come over the waterfall, Ivor catches them and throws them onto the other vines
5. If you don’t climb onto the vines on the opposite wall, Ivor will jump above you, grab your hand, and swing you over. I mean. Really that literally happened. Ivor must have really good strength in that arm.
6. If Jesse doesn’t do the “maneuver 66” command, they look up and Ivor has magically made that entire stair case.
Okay, 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 claps for Ivor. Because he really deserves it.

Deepest Darkest Secret

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3. Agatha.

It’s awkward when I see Simon again.

We haven’t really talked to each other since he saw me with Baz in the Wood last year. When he and Penny showed up again they were both too shaken to do anything but let the Mage hurry them to his office for questioning. I tried to do my part and play the concerned girlfriend, running after them, and of fucking course I wasn’t allowed in.

They’re my only friends in this school, and when something big and important happens, I get shut out.

Anyway. Now that it’s eighth year and the Humdrum isn’t around, Simon is all attentive again.

‘How was your summer?’ he’s asking me, his eyes trained on me. I can tell that he’s feeling as uncomfortable as I am just by the way his magic starts blurring the air around him. You almost wouldn’t notice if you didn’t know to look for it.

‘Good,’ I say, and I mean it. ‘Great.’ I miss Minty already. This is my last year, and when it’s over… I don’t know.

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creepyday13  asked:

I sorry XD (i lost this new Jenga) i hope you like play with it, Aliza!

The new game was warmly welcomed. Papyrus was elated with another puzzle game to succeed in.

That is, if Sans would stop making it so difficult. Once again, the smaller skeleton eased out a piece from the block, making it teeter, but not fall. The whole thing was balanced on four lone blocks now. One slight move could send it all tumbling down.

Papyrus was leaning down, hands on the table, looking at all the angles and concentrating. It took him five minutes to finally chose a block, slipping it out slowly, and with more concentrated care than he had shown in a long time.

He held the piece triumphantly, with a soft “Nyeh heh.”


Aliza smiled, but couldn’t find a piece. Everything was holding up something else by now, they had been playing for over an hour after all. But that was okay, at least it was going to fall on her turn and not her uncle’s. He seemed so happy, in his element. She wondered if this was what he was like before. When he was normal.

She pulled the piece free, ready to spill an “Oh darn”, but the stack didn’t fall, even though she was sure her block had been a load bearing one. 

“WOWIE, WHAT DID I TELL YOU?” Papyrus patted Sans’ to wake him, not looking away from the block tower.


Sans looked at the tower, yawning, his eye-light rolling over his options. Said eye-light was a little brighter, she noted, as if his magic was spiking or being–

The tower fell over when Sans barely touched it.

“oh, darn. guess that means i lose.” he stretched, but his eye went back to a calm sky blue.

Oh, sneaky, sneaky, dad.

She smiled at him knowingly. 

He winked.

Killian and the Dread Gazebo

(For @tazladyweek‘s Saturday prompt: “Fluff.”)

“–I mean, being on the Moon really limits our choice of caterer,” Killian said.

“Oh, that reminds me, Magnus made an offer to help out,” said Carey.

“With the catering?”

“No, like general stuff. He volunteered to make a gazebo, too.”

“I didn’t think he’d be able to do that.”

“He says he can.”

“And I thought he wasn’t a magic user.”

“You could say he’s magic with wood, I guess.”

Killian frowned. “If it’s traditional, I’m totally willing to do it, but it just sounds kinda dangerous.”

“Magnus isn’t gonna cut corners, it’s gonna be pretty sturdy.”

“That sounds more dangerous.”

Carey looked blankly at Killian. “If you don’t want one–”

“No, no, it sounds traditional, and I don’t want to just, like, fly in the face of that.”

“It’s not that traditional. You sound really uncomfortable with it, so let’s just drop it.”

“You sound like you want to have one, and gods knows I’ve got to be insistent about my fair share of things. Provided we’ve got adequate defences, I’m sure it could be fairly safe.”

“You… you don’t need to defend against a gazebo.”

“They’re pretty docile, then?”

“Now how I would put it, but sure.”

“Like, if it was small, so it’d be easy to fight–”

“We’re not gonna fight a gazebo. I’m not even sure we can fight a gazebo. It’s immo–”

“That sounds dangerous. Really dangerous. I don’t want to be a worrywart, but I’m not sure I want one at my wedding. Or any wedding.”

“What?” Carey paused. “Do… do you even know what a gazebo is?”

“A wood elemental, from the sounds of it?”

Carey burst out laughing. “No, they’re like–” she got cut off by her cackling. “They’re just–” She sounded like she was struggling to breathe. “–Not even alive.”

“I should go ask Magnus what it is.”

Carey nodded as she fell off her chair.

anonymous asked:

MSR prompt: Mulder and Scully having a Netflix and Chill night on Mulder's sofa. Fluff/a bit cheeky (not explicit?) ❤️

So I’ve taken Netflix and Chill literally anon, and also tweaked it a bit to fit in with the timeline, I hope that’s ok :) (also I haven’t watched Netflix in so long, so I’ve relied on Google to tell me what shows are on there.

Scully knocked on the door to the unremarkable house and waited patiently. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the key in her pocket but she resisted. After all, it was her house – at least in name – but it wasn’t her home, not at that moment. It had stopped being her home a little less than nine months ago, when she’d finally had enough, went upstairs and packed her bags, and left. Back then she and Mulder had barely been on speaking terms, but thankfully now things were different, or at least heading in the right direction. Mulder was in therapy and taking his meds like a good boy, while Scully was supporting him through it while seeing her own therapist – after all, they both had their issues that they needed to talk through. They were still a long way from getting back together, but they were now at least on the right track, and beginning to feel comfortable around one another again.

Mulder had called her that morning, inviting her over after work. It wasn’t an unusual request – recently they’d been seeing one another during evenings and weekends for dinner or the odd movie night. When Scully had politely declined, claiming she’d be too tired after a 12-hour shift, Mulder had persisted, telling her he had something important to show her, knowing full well that she could never refuse him, that curiosity got the better of her, just as it did him. And he was right. “You sort dinner and I’ll be there by seven,” she’d finally relented, before hanging up and returning to work.

And now here she was.

“Use your key” came Mulder’s familiar voice from somewhere within the house.

Shaking her head and almost too scared to think about what Mulder might be too busy with to answer the door, Scully did as he suggested, pulling out her key and letting herself into the house. She half expected to be greeted by silence, thinking Mulder would be locked away in his study, distracted by the internet, but she was surprised to see her former partner sprawled out on the, sofa, engrossed in the television.

“Hey Scully,” he said, sitting up on the couch, his eyes never leaving the TV. “Come on in.”

“Hi.” Closing the door behind her, Scully approached the couch.

“You’re here.”

“You sound surprised,” she replied. “You promised me you’d sort dinner.”

“It’s on its way,” he assured her. “Carluccio’s.”

“My favorite.”

“I know. I treat my lady well.” Scully rolled her eyes. “I called up about ten minutes ago. It should be here in twenty.”

“Great.” Standing by the sofa, she waited patiently.

“There’s popcorn out back, which I’ll grab after dinner. The beer is in the fridge, and I think we’ve still got some wine out there.”



“What was it you wanted to show me?”

He smiled to himself. “Take a seat Scully.”

She looked down at the sofa. “Does that mean you’re about to give me some bad news?”

“Not at all, it’s the best news you’ll ever hear.”

Curious, she moved to sit next to him on the couch. “What is it?”

He gestured towards the television. “This.”

“You got a new TV?” she asked, squinting over at it.

“I did not.”

“What is it?” She was tired and hungry, and wasn’t in the mood for guessing. “What are you watching?” she asked, aware she didn’t have Mulder’s full attention.




“What’s that about?”

Mulder tore his gaze away from the television to glare at her. “What’s that about? What’s that…?” He shook his head. “Netflix isn’t a show Scully, it’s the gateway to another world.” He ignored Scully’s eye-roll. “It’s a subscription service.”

“You got me over here to watch porn?”

“It’s not porn. I mean I guess there might be some R-rated movies on here, but I haven’t checked those out yet. No Scully, Netflix is magic, look.”

Scully looked on while Mulder pointed the remote at the television and navigated back to the menu. “You get allllll of this Scully, all at the touch of a button…every single movie or TV show you could ever imagine.” She didn’t look too enthused by the revelation. “America’s Funniest Home Videos –”

“That’s on enough as it is.”

“Wait, let me continue, the list is endless…” Mulder scrolled down. “CSI, Bones…Charmed…I know you secretly loved Charmed…Prison Break.”

Suddenly Scully seemed to perk up. “Wentworth Miller.”

“Yeah whatever…The Office…Oh hey, there’s something called the Walking Dead.”

“I think we used to be in that show.”

Mulder grinned. “All the documentaries you could ever want. Conspiracy Files –”

“Mulder, I think you’ve had enough conspiracies to last a lifetime.” Scully paused as Mulder continued to scroll. “Is this why you invited me over? For Netflix?”

“Netflix and Chill Scully.”

“Netflix and Chill. What the hell is Netflix and Chill?” She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Why do I feel like I’ve just walked into a trap?”

“I just invited you over here to watch some TV.”

“It sounds like a code word for something more than just watching TV.”

Mulder smirked. “Well, I believe it can refer to something –”

“Mulder, if you’ve called me over here for a booty call under the pretence of watching a movie, I –”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” he replied with a smirk, remembering the good old days, back when they first got together, when a pizza and movie would lead to more and then both would wake up with smiles on their faces. “But no, on this occasion Scully, I’ve called you over for a Netflix marathon. A Star Trek marathon.” Scully groaned. “You love Star Trek.”

“I tolerate Star Trek, that’s different to loving it.”

“You have a crush on Patrick Stewart.”

“That has nothing to do with Star Trek. Besides Mulder, a Star Trek marathon would take days.”

“I know,” he said matter-of-factly. “I also know for a fact that you’ve got two days off work now. That’s why I bought enough supplies from the grocery store earlier to ensure we don’t have to move until at least Monday.”


“And look,” he said, reaching over the back of the couch to retrieve a comforter. “It rained sleeping bags. We only need to leave the couch to pee, although if you’re happy with a bucket I can sort something out.”

“I am not spending the next 48 hours watching Star Trek.”

“There’s ET,” he replied suddenly, in a bid to convince her. He dropped the sleeping bag onto his lap.  “If you’re after a little something darker we’ve got the Shining.”

“When did you get this?” she asked, shaking her head once again.

“Last week.”

“Mulder, have you moved from the couch since then?”

“Of course I have Scully, I went to the grocery store earlier.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“There’s just so much on here to watch. See, Gremlins. We’re talking old school here.”

“You’re never going to leave the house again, are you?”

“Of course I am. I only got us enough popcorn to last until Monday. We’ll need more supplies.”

She stared at him. “You know after all of these years, you still surprise me.”

“I’m just keeping things fresh,” Mulder replied as he watched her kick off her shoes and bring her legs up onto the couch. “Duvet?” He willed himself not to look too smug as Scully accepted the comforter off of him, and draped it over their legs.

Scully suddenly leaned forward, something having caught her attention. “Back up.”

“What?” He paused in his scrolling.

“Go back up,” she said, gesturing at the television. As Mulder did what she said, she suddenly smiled. “There.”


“Now we’re talking.”


“Grey’s Anatomy.”

Mulder grimaced. “No. Not McSpunky.”



“You know how much I love this show Mulder.”

“That’s it, the offer is off the table. You can go home now, I’m not watching that.”

“You’re bluffing. I know for a fact you’ve brought enough food and drink to last a lifetime. You’ll never get through it alone.”

“I’d rather it go to waste.”

“Besides, you said you ordered Italian. That means there’s a salad coming and there’s no way in hell you’d eat that. You need me.”

“You’re killing me Scully.”

“You said yourself we’ve got time to marathon shows.”

“Star Trek Scully, I specified Star Trek.”

“Alright, how about for every few episodes of Grey’s Anatomy we watch, we mix in a little Star Trek?”

He seemed to perk up at that suggestion. “Alright,” he conceded a few moments later. “But Deep Space Nine.”


“You get McHellNo, and I get Seven of Nine.”

“But –”

“I’ll throw in some Reese’s Pieces too.”

“Really? But you never share those.”

“That’s how much I want you to stay,” he replied, reluctantly pressing the button so they could start watching Grey’s Anatomy.

As the episode began to play, Scully shifted closer to Mulder and rested her head on his shoulder. “Then I guess I’ll stay.”

Lower Your Shipper Flags: Moontoffee is Dead...

Because of Today’s movie premiere including it’s headcannons; Moontoffee is dead. To tribute this ship, I wanted to point out hints or reasons of why I ship it in the first place. (just to get it out of my system):

1)Season 1 Ep 8 (Fortune Cookies) When Star crack opens her fortune cookie before monster brawling, it stated, “Love is Always the Answer”
After Star reads the quote we see Toffee’s expression changes as if he was remembering something in his past. No one would have guessed it was Moon until the end of the episode where we see Toffee looking up at the Mewman Castle while saying to Ludo, “Yes. Well, your not the first monster to fall victim to their magic”. I mean, this could have been interpreted different ways about the Butterfly Family and Toffee. Some guessed he was a servant or butler to the Butterfly family. But, others included the connection between Moon and Toffee. I think this theory was supported more in Storm the Castle where Toffee mentions about Moon.

2) Season 1 Ep 13 (Storm the Castle) Toffee said to Star about the Whispering Spell, “Yes, you do. It’s the first spell your mother taught you.”
This quote persuaded me to ship Moontoffee because it is one of the first times that Toffee mentions Queen Moon. From what I read and heard from the fandom, it was speculated that Toffee was Moon’s companion as is Marco to Star. And noticing Toffee’s social interactions with everyone from previous episodes he is very reserved and serious dude and his facial expressions also show this. But the moment he started to mention about Moon to Star, you see a change of tone and facial expression about Toffee. As if he sees Moon in Star…Or you might speculated did Moon and Toffee had a history with each other?

3) In one episode that I can’t recall the title Star asked Moon, “Are you happy?” Moon replies: “Happy? What difference does that make?”
One of those crazy but possible bonker theory where one comes to think if Moon’s life was decides strictly on queen lineage and royalty. Like Rose from Titanic where she felt she was bombarded and suffocating from her high status family including the engagement with a man whom she didn’t love. Initially, I thought Moon like every other Queen had a chosen future husband already picked. And she met someone such as Toffee who made a great impact in her life and possibly becoming a forbidden love and betrayal plot. However, because of the 2 hour premiere, it seems Moon and River had a strong bond in the first place and continued to grow as love.
4). This is a not supported with solid evidence but more of an interpretation. In the Battle for Mewni film we all saw how Moon decided not to barge in the Monster Camp and attack as Star did in Storm the Castle when confronting Toffee for the first time. Instead, she sat down and started a civilized warning talk with him. Until using her wand as a last resort. On the other hand we have Star who straight up attacks Toffee upon first encounter. To think if Toffee thought that Star would have done the same thing as Moon,he wouldn’t had to tell his henchmen to apprehend Star. So he might have thought Star would have inherent one of Moon’s trait when it comes to resolving issues or negotiating.

5). Season2 Game of Flags Star: “You played flags when you were my age” Moon: “I did a lot of things you won’t be doing.”

6) I assumed since episodes such as Game of Flags, we see Moon being proud of Star about learning something about equality in the aftermath of the game. Or in Face the Music when Moon has interacted with monsters such as the Avarius Family and Ludo considering the history between Mewmans and Monster have been not so great. So having a queen such as Moon interacting with monsters, made me believe she wasn’t prejudice toward monsters and find them as allies and that was because of Toffee. However, in the film Moon has a prejudice view while seeing her interactions with Buff Frog.

So far this is all I can say…also because I lost my train of thought..

You guys tired of Abelas yet?

So.  I had some more thoughts.  All of this (or at least the parts that are my theories) are based on an Inquisitor that romances Solas and drinks from the Well.  But, feel free to respond with any theories at all.  Be forewarned.  There are possible spoilers for the end of the game, for Trespasser, and all of this is very unorganized.  So, I’m putting it under the cut.

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The Master of Masters and his eye

Me: *talking about how Xigbar and the Master of Masters are similar*
My bet is still on either ancestor or reincarnation…and I guess if it’s reincarnation that Mom is destined to lose his eye in each life 

Perosha: He keeps having hilarious accidents in every lifetime for 10,000 years, at least one of which was just running with scissors as a child

Me: He starts scrap-booking the accidents at some point
But yeah I’m guessing the eye was altered slightly by magic which is why it doesn’t look like a human eye. I mean hell it could be a metaphorical eye and not his actual eye. I mean it’s his eye in that it allows him to see the future
Though it is an odd thought of him sitting in his office using an ice cream scooper to get his eye out, or a melon baller. 

Perosha: Chopsticks, Just jam ‘em right in there
Bonus points if he was trying to do something completely unrelated and only decided to glue his eye onto his Keyblade once he’d accidentally pulled it out

Me: He was eating soup

Perosha: Aggressively

Me: I wouldn’t put it past him
Actually he might have keybladed his eye out

Perosha: He did it to win a bet. A $5 bet

The Signs as Skyrim Quotes
  • Aries: Is that fur? Coming out of your ears?
  • Tauros: Let me guess... Someone stole your sweetroll.
  • Gemini: Talos the mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable!
  • Cancer: You imperial bastards!
  • Leo: If you're looking for my husband, check the Jarl's backside.
  • Virgo: He is, by all accounts, the worst bard in all of Skyrim.
  • Libra: My cousin's out fighting dragons and what do I get? Guard duty.
  • Scorpio: EEEEEVERYTHING'S FOR SALE, my friend! If I had a sister, I'd sell her in a second!
  • Sagittarius: Legends don't burn down villages.
  • Capricorn: What does it mean to combine magic? Magic plus magic is still magic.
  • Aquarius: Drem Yol Lok, motherfucker. It is I, Traainthurnax.
  • Pisces: You tried mercenary work? It might suit you.

Connor Mckinley x Kevin Price
Words: 1,248
Warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, show spoilers (i guess??)

well hello there. I’m back after what feels like forever. I think the last fanfic i wrote was the Dan Stevens one?? that seems like forever ago.

anywho, i’m in love with the book of mormon now. i saw the show for my birthday (the australian cast, i cried when it started) and now my obsession is bigger and better than ever.

i had the idea to write a fic about another version of what happened when kevin left (before man up) soooo yeah this is that. also the way i imagined it, kevin had slight anxiety so the whole africa trip was him just trying not to have a panic attack or break down throughout everything that happened. 

that’s my little (large) disclaimer i guess. enjoy the fic!

i’ll probably be posting it on ao3 eventually as well.

i hope you’re all well xx you can request via my ask box if you want! i’m open to anything!



Elder Price ran back to the Mormon missionary centre, his hand shaking as he held tears back. Elder Cunningham trailed behind, trying to keep up with him.

“Elder! Buddy! Listen, everything’s gonna be alright. Let’s just slow down a little and take some deep breaths!” He exclaimed, panting as he tried to keep up with Elder Price, who just shook his head and stormed into the missionary centre. The other elders were gathered in the main room, having some sort of discussion about the hell dream, which Kevin recalled incredibly well.

Elder Church glanced over at Elder Price, letting out a loud gasp. “Elder Price, what happened to you?” He exclaimed, covering his mouth with his hand. All of the elders turned and looked, gasping at the sight before them. Elder Price was covered in blood… human blood.

Kevin shook his head rapidly, looking down at his shaking hands. “Africa is nothing like The Lion King. I think that movie took a lot of creative licensing.”

Elder Cunningham took a step forward, gently rubbing Elder Price’s back. “He’s just upset because we saw a guy get shot in the face,” He said simply, tracing circles on Kevin’s back. Kevin frowned, tensing and shrugging Arnold off.

The other Elders muttered in disgust, screwing up their faces and shuddering. “That’s just not right,” Elder Thomas mumbled, looking Kevin up and down.

“What?” Elder Mckinley asked, stepping towards Kevin and inspecting his shirt. Elder Price pulled away again, tensing at any touch.

“I cannot continue my mission here! There is nothing I can accomplish!” Price exclaimed, loosely wrapping his arms around himself before shuddering at the feel of the blood against his skin. He looked back at his hands, making a face and gagging slightly.

Mckinley shook his head in disapproval, going to the sink and grabbing a cloth. “Elder Price, you cannot lose your cool on me now. We’re about to get evaluated by the mission president,” He stated calmly, coming over and wiping Kevin’s face with the cloth, leaving it clear of any blood.

Kevin licked his lips, a lightbulb going off in his head. “That’s it! The mission president! I have to see him and get transferred!”

Arnold’s eyes widened. “Buddy! Buddy, I know things may seem tough and scary right now… but remember, tomorrow is a Latter Day!” he exclaimed, going in to hug Kevin.

Kevin scoffed, stepping away again and moving closer to the wall. “Latter Day doesn’t mean tomorrow! It means the afterlife! The reckoning! The “Latter Days” where all the good people in the world go to Heavenly Father and they get everything they’ve always wanted! I’m outta here,” Kevin exclaimed, turning his back on his Mormon brothers and heading for the door.

Mckinley gently grabbed Price’s shoulder. “Elder, you’re forgetting rule twenty three. You cannot leave the living quarter after nine pm! And considering that it is now nine fifteen on the dot…”

“To heck with rules! I’m not spending the most important two years of my life in this… this…” he shook his head as tears started to roll down his cheeks before running out.

“Hey! Buddy! You forgot me! Hold up!” Elder Cunningham exclaimed, going to run out of the door.

“Elder, are you also going to break rule twenty three?” Mckinley interrupted, crossing his arms. Cunningham looked at the door, frowning.

“But according to rule seventy two I always have to stay with my mission companion…” Cunningham said sadly, looking at the floor. “He’s my best friend.”

Elder Mckinley hesitated. “As the mission leader for this area… I will take it as my responsibility to go after Price. You must all make sure lights are out by ten, you know the deal. Poptarts, I am leaving you in charge,” he said before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the centre.

It was dark outside, and of course, there were no street lamps in Africa. Connor looked around for a little while, trying to figure out which direction Price had headed in. He looked down at the sandy ground, grinning when he saw Price’s footprints.

While Kevin has long legs, it seemed to Connor that they didn’t get him anywhere quickly. It wasn’t long before Connor saw Kevin’s white shirt standing out in the dark, African night. “Elder Price!” he called out, picking up his speed a little bit.

Kevin stopped, took a deep breath and turned to Connor, keeping his eyes downcast. “What do you want?” He muttered, kicking a stone by his foot.

“Well, rule twenty three clearly states-“

“I know,” Price interrupted. “I know what every damn rule in that whole book states. I know everything there is to know about Mormonism, so do not lecture me on rule twenty three or any of your stupid rules. This whole thing is just stupid!”

Connor gasped. “Elder Price, you shouldn’t be using that language to talk about the Book of Mormon… you might end up getting the hell dream!”

“Fuck the hell dream!”

Connor took a few steps away from Price, frowning. “I expected great things from you. What happened?” he asked quietly.

“What happened? You want to know what happened?” Price exclaimed, clenching his fists. “I grew up being told that if I made God proud and did everything the church asked, in latter days, I’d get whatever I wanted. So I worked and worked and worked! And where did it get me? To a stinking hot country where men with guns steal your luggage and you witness people getting shot in the face!”

By this point, Kevin was close to tears. He sniffled slightly, sitting down on the sand and pulling his knees to his chest. “I-I just wanted… I wanted Orlando. I prayed and prayed to heavenly father every night to be sent there but… here I am.”

Connor sighed and flattened the sand a little bit before sitting down. “You know, when I was… younger, I prayed to Heavenly father every night for these… feelings to go away. They never did. I mean, I have the hell dream every night. That’s got to mean there’s something wrong with me. But the point is… sometimes, you don’t get what you ask for. Sometimes you just have to live with the reality that Heavenly Father isn’t some magical wish granting angel that can solve everything with a snap of his fingers.”

Kevin looked over to Connor, letting out a soft sigh. “I guess you’re right. I mean, you are the district leader I guess. But I’m sorry, I can’t stay here any longer. I have to find… I have to get to Orlando,” He replied, turning his eyes back to the ground.

Connor sighed. “Well, I have tried to stop you… please make sure to stay safe. You know well enough now that Africa is a dangerous place,” He said as he stood, holding out his hand for Kevin to take. Kevin slowly took Connor’s hand, standing as well before nodding and turning away.

“Wait! One more thing,” Connor said, grabbing Kevin’s shoulder.

“What is it?” Kevin asked in confusion, gasping as Connor leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“For… for good luck,” Connor explained sheepishly. Kevin just stood there, frozen and baffled.

Connor began to walk away, heading back towards the missionary centre. “Send me a postcard from Orlando!” He yelled, which caused Kevin to break out of his trance and smile. Maybe things were going to be okay.

anonymous asked:

Who do you think tops? Kai or Kyungsoo?

well, anon, i think it’s kai, bc im forever #teambottomsoo

and let me explain why

look at that majestic butt sway

i wonder what jongin would do if it was him who stood behind soo

just look at it, his butt looks so plump 

is it bad that i want to slap that butt?

and also we have seen how jongin eyeing that butt, btw ^this is the view that jongin enjoys

i wonder what he was thinking when he saw ksoo’s butt, why he giggled like that?

this too, near the end of the gif his body already turn to the left but his eyes still fixed on soo’s butt (he bit his lower lip when he looked at soo)

jongin was being very subtle here 

shake that booty

jongin plz (and for those who say “omg kai-oppa didnt stare at d.o-oppa, he looked at the floor!”, then why the fuck did he look away when ksoo got up?)

i heard that when we hug our friends (friend in the meaning of platonic friend, not we-are-friends-but-i-have-feeling-for-you friend), we tend to keep our crotch/genital area away from touching our friends’ body (whether the hug is back hug or front hug or side hug), jongin could just lean his upper body and create a little gap between soo’s butt and his crotch so they wouldnt touch, but he didnt, and pressed his crotch to soo’s butt instead,

idk what happened here, i guess this is just another pict that means nothing since camera angle and timing do powerful magic to our shippers’ eyes

tapping the butt

his crotch touched soo’s side

very subtle there mr.kim

kaisoo innocent hug? aww so cute


lets see it from another angle

another reason why i think jongin tops is bc of his powerful hips trust movement

damn that hips movement imagine him grinding on soo with that move 

also i think soo likes it when jongin does the hip thrust 

look at how soo got so happy…

…when jongin did this

soo didnt fix his eyes on jongin’s butt, instead he focused on the whole movement (body wave)

near the end of the gif, when jongin turns around, soo’s eyes/gaze went down, did he look at jongin’s crotch? giggity 

there is this gif set when kaisoo doing hipsthrust when they were facing and eyefucking each other, sadly i cant find the gif in my stash folder but i bet y’all have seen it

another reason why i am in #teambottomsoo bc the way they latch on each other is different, this is prob just me being very biased about ‘who tops and bottoms’ ordeal, 

but i notice when soo latch on jongin, he clings on him, like um how do i explain this? umm, like he treats jongin as his fav big teddy bear (personally, whenever i see him does this [latch on jongin], he gave me clingy and needy koala impression)

they backhugged each other on those picts, but each pict gives me different impression, 

left pict = jongin had his right arm circling soo’s body (waist) - idk i interpret this as protecting back hug? like ‘this guy is mine’? idk how to explain it

right pict = soo rested his head on jongin’s shoulder, basically he leaned his body on jongin, his arms didnt hug jongin tightly (like jongin did in the first pict), i interpret this as seeking comfort back hug? like a lazy back hug, “let me lean on u babe~” idk how to explain it  (idk maybe im overhinking shit as always im deluded so i have the right to do so hah)

do u get what am i saying, man i need an expert here

while [imo] when jongin does this (latch on soo), he has this protective/territorial aura. he likes to drape his entire arm on soo and he also has manhandled soo a lot

omg i just notice ksoo held jongin’s hand 

sure he didnt hug/touch soo here, but he managed to separate yeol from soo with his shoulder

he didnt even do the thumb up pose, whats the point of showing off his hand on soo’s shoulder? they were taking picture, ppl will see it, it wouldl be uploaded/seen by lots of ppl, there were also fancams, imo he did this on purpose

manhandling bae

the point is i sense a lot of dominance from jongin in their relationship, not to mention he is the vigorous one in this ship, and he has this protectiveness instinct towards soo? like that BR event where ksoo fell and jongin ran to make sure soo was okay. also he seems to pamper/adore soo a lot (giving soo chen’s straw [chen didnt want to give it to soo, jongin took it from chen and gave it to soo], he has called soo cute few times, praising soo, when soo does something he has this loving stare [he often smiles when he stares at soo], like “awww”-ing, etc) 

there is a high chance that they switch, bc according to my gay friend, there are more “switchers” in the world (he used the term: ‘vers’ - which is derived from 'reverse’ - to call gay males who take turn) than those who do “only topping” or “only bottoming”

also, for me ksoo seems to be the type to enjoy bottoming, i think he wouldnt want to waste jongin’s hip thrust skill and i think he likes to be manhandled by jongin, beside jongin is one of the main dancers in the group, and i think he wouldnt want to hurt jongin’s bottom (he loves his jonginnie, mmkay?)

and um, my view of ksoo is that.. um, he is kinky and he seems braver to do this. lol it’s just that he seems to be quiet and dont talk a lot; and lots of ppl have said, “its always the quiet ones”

plus there is nothing manlier than taking a dick up in your ass (it takes some balls to do that, again no pun intended), i applaud for those who do the bottoming for their partners /claps/

anyway, i didnt intend to answer this with another super damn long bullshit essay. and sorry for this long post eh not really and sorry to the anon who had asked this for i have neglected your ask, please dont blame me, blame my assignments instead 


btw tbh im glad there are lots of ppl who think kaisoo aren’t legit…less attention is better, they seem to be very private individuals, low-key is a must,

i see some ppl are angry on kaisoo tag, please dont feed those haters, just ignore them and be happy inside our delulu bubble, so what if people call us crazy trash? we’re happy this way and its not like those haters who have called us crazy know us irl anyway… it’s internet after all, haters are bound to exist. 

BONUS (why? bc i can): 

totatlly not staring while biting his lip


totally not asking for a kiss from jongin (look at him puckering his lips while he pointed at them and he glanced at jongin)

pointed his lips while puckering them, then sucking them in

still nibbling his own lips 

nibble nibble (did jongin see this shit? did he see how thirsty his bae was?)

totally not looking at each other lips (praise the caption)

the way jongin came to him like he wanted to kiss soo instead of whispering

i see soo’s nose tip touched jongin, that waving hand cant cockblock me from seeing them ha

an anon told me that jongin’s hair got pulled by soo’s lips (his hair stuck on soo’s lips cuz soo’s whispering method) and jongin leaned when soo did this

another version


this is just a very casual thing to do between platonic friends

look at jongin pushed away soo’s hand from his [soo’s] knees, then jongin changed his stance (like he was ready to trap soo’s body with his legs), (un)fortunately yeol stopped them to go further (SUCH A COCKBLOCKER WHYYYYYYY GO HAVE FUN WITH BAEK U DORK DONT COCKBLOCK THEM)

maintaining eye contact

the caption says it all

why his hand on soo’s back tho?

mr.kim here seemed to enjoy soo’s singing and dancing


i hope u understand why i put the bonus gifs in that particular order  ( ͡°╭͜ʖ╮͡° )

i love this^ gif btw (the others backed away and jongin gave soo his butt) idk why this gif always makes me giggle