i mean the scene in the kitchen

I noticed something.

The first and last scenes aren’t in Casa Kira which means this blonde suave-ass David Bowie looking purplephile broke into strangers’ homes, murdered the owners, stayed the night, cooked breakfast, and made himself completely cozy in the homes of his deceased victims. During the last scene, Mr. Hand Man left the severed hand at the crime scene so he could run errands and go to work, which ended in a lot of ORAs and a face-swap, so someone else had to walk into this apartment and find a severed hand on the kitchen table. Knowing Kira, he probably cleaned the places up, too, so the Morioh PD probably has this huge list of missing persons and the only thing they have in common is that their homes were discovered really neat and tidy. This guy has no chill but, at the same time, he has all the chill in the world.

SMUT    -    ETHAN DOLAN X READER

Make Me Bad

DESC: Reader isn’t the kind of girl who goes out to parties and gets wasted, but that all changes when Ethan Dolan shows her how to really live.

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You’d never been so terrified by something that seemed so simple.

“Just a party,” you reminded yourself, extending your fingertips towards the silver door handle.

How had you gotten here in the first place? The answer wasn’t so much how, but who. Ethan Dolan had been your best friend and number one supporter for months, so you couldn’t turn down his request to a party, especially when you just so happened to be head over heels in love with him. You casually forgot to mention to him that you’d never so much as touched alcohol in your life, or gone to a party, either. But it didn’t take a genius to know that you were the classic head smart good girl, so, there was that. You ended up putting much more time into how you looked than you’d set out for, but no matter what you did, you knew that you would stick out like a sore thumb. You’d chosen a midnight blue strapped crop top, a short high waisted black skirt, and some silver heels.You’d let your hair down for once, and spent much more time than you’d like to admit doing your makeup. And now, here you were, and you couldn’t be more scared to pull that handle.

Luckily, you didn’t have to open the door, since somebody else did. A drunk couple toppled out the door in a fit of laughter, red plastic cups in their hands as they threw off their shoes and raced out into the grass. Not waiting another second, you dove through the doorway and into an absolute nightmare. The floor shook under the feet of hundreds of people dancing, so many people that they spilled out into the garden and right to the pool. Strobe lights blinded you instantly, and the music was so loud, it took everything you had not to cover your ears like a dork. You got sucked into the crowd instantly, knocking hips with a guy who reeked of beer.

“Hey pretty lady, wanna dance?” He winked, his hands flying to your hips and pulling you into his chest.

“She’s with me,” a familiar voice said behind you.

The stranger sized up your savior, but quickly gave it up and backed off.

“Hey,” a warm voice said in your ear.

A smile crept up on your lips, and you spun to face Ethan, “Hey.”

He wore a plain white tee, some ripped black skinnies, and navy shoes. As usual, absolutely mesmerizing without even trying. 

Ethan’s smile faltered, his eyes drinking you in for a good few seconds.

“Wow, um,” he started, taken aback, “You look…”

“Like a mess, I know,” you stammered.

“No,” Ethan smiled nervously, “You look amazing.”

You felt your cheeks warm in surprise, “Oh, um, thanks.”

Ethan nodded lightly, the smile you loved lighting up his face.

“Well, let’s get you out of this crowd for a minute,” he said.

“Thank god,” you laughed nervously and gratefully took Ethan’s hand as he pulled you easily through the waves of people.

Ethan walked you out of the loud dance floor, and into the slightly deserted kitchen. Not many people were in there, mostly just people coming in and out to fill their drinks up. He led you to the empty side of the kitchen, and hopped up onto the white marble counter-top, pointing to an empty stool across from him.

“So, how you feeling?” he asked.

“I don’t know, to be honest, this isn’t really my scene.”

Yeah right, you’ve been to parties before,” Ethan chuckled.

You coughed awkwardly and shook your head in embarrassment. 

“What!?” Ethan gasped, “For real!?”

“For real,” you sighed nervously.

“Wow, you haven’t lived yet,” he said.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be” Ethan smirked suddenly, “Because tonight we’re changing that.”

Your eyes flickered up to his, “Wha-, no, no.”

But Ethan had already hopped off the counter and dashed across the kitchen, coming back seconds later with two beer bottles in hand. He tossed you one, and you caught it without meaning to.

“Drink up,” he smiled, popping open his bottle and taking a gulp.

You held the chilly bottle in your hands, your heart beating fast.

“How about this,” Ethan said suddenly. “For every drink you drink, I’ll have one, that way we’ll be doing this together. And tomorrow, if you wake up regretting tonight, I will never ask you to do this again. You win. But, I promise you, you’ll have fun.”

You blew air out of your mouth, hating yourself for caving so easily. 

“Fine,” you said, to Ethan’s delight. “But remember if this goes wrong, it’s on you.”

You opened your drink, and began downing it quickly. You didn’t particularly like it going down, but you sure enjoyed how it made you feel not too long afterwards.

“How do you feel now?” Ethan asked.

“I feel..bubbly,” you said with a big smile.

“You know what’s even better than that,” Ethan said huskily, “Feeling drunk.”

And before you knew it you were taking vodka shots with your best friend and biggest crush.

“Three, two, one,” Ethan counted down, bringing the shot glass to his lips at the same time as you. You scrunched up your face from the taste, but Ethan didn’t so much, his eyes tracking you the entire time.

“One last one,” you stuttered tipsily, refilling your drink.

You linked your arms into Ethan so that you’d be downing eachother’s drinks, but this time you held onto Ethan’s gaze as the liquid poured down your throats.

“Damn,” you said, placing your glass on the counter and turning to move.

“Where are you going?” Ethan asked.

“I’ll never be drunk enough to want to take the dance floor, but there’s a first time for everything,” you said as you made your way out the kitchen.

It was good Ethan followed you, because your feet wobbled dangerously and you went toppling backwards right into Ethan’s arms.

“I got you,” he laughed out, pushing you back upright.

“Thanks, E,” you smiled and fixed your balance before moving out into the mass of dancing people.

You had no idea what you were supposed to be doing, so you followed everybody else’s lead and shook your head and hips to the beat of the song, and that seemed to do the trick. The same guy from earlier came sliding into view, but you didn’t even try to stop him when he put his hands on your hips and began dancing into you. The pulse of the song beat hard in your chest and you laughed drunkenly and mimicked the stranger. You were actually starting to enjoy yourself when a strong hand grabbed you from behind and spun you right into a hard chest. You blinked through the flashing strobe lights in confusion.

“Come on Ethan, I was having fun,” you winged in complaint.

Ethan looked you over defensively, his jaw clenched.

“Not as much fun as you could be having with me,” he pointed out, running a hand through his dark locks.

“Whatever, dance with me,” you said, swinging yourself back into the song.

You started off jumping into the beat, but changed demeanor when you felt Ethan behind you, placing one large hand on each side of your round hips. You closed your eyes, enveloped by the sound, and pressed your shoulders back into Ethan as you swayed your hips lightly against his body. You rolled your neck into Ethan’s chest, resting your head on him as you let yourself be consumed by the feeling of him grinding into you. Ethan’s chest rose heavily, his cool breath tickling your face, his eyes closed. You blinked up at him, startled when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes resting hungrily on yours. For a moment everyone vanished, and it was just you and Ethan, and there he was, bending over you, his lips parting-

“Belly shots!” someone yelled from across the room, snapping you out of your daze.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head a little bit with a smile, “Um, let’s go.”

Ethan nodded distantly, detaching himself from you and leading you to the fun.

“Who’s next?” someone called.

“This girl,” Ethan said, pushing you to the front of the small crowd.

A blonde guy raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk, “I’ll take this one.”

“No man, she’s mine,” Ethan growled, stepping forward.

You gulped nervously, nodding shyly at Ethan and pulling yourself up onto the polished tabletop.

You tucked the lime between your lips, the salt spread over the top area of your breasts, and the tequila poured into your exposed bellybutton. Before you could even prepare yourself a little bit, Ethan was hunched over you, his tongue collecting all the salt, his lips attaching gently to your belly, and than to your mouth in seconds. The lights were blocked out by the shadow of Ethan bending over your lips, holding your eye contact for a moment while he sucked the lime from your lips and into his. The sound of triumphant cheers and whoops  filled your ears, as you sat up. You grinned and turned to hop off the table but didn’t get to, for Ethan spat his lime out and grabbed you roughly by your hips and hoisted you into him, your legs wrapping around his waist obediently. And then the roaring of the crowd got a hundred times louder as Ethan attacked your lips mercilessly with his own, and you let him. Your hands went sliding roughly through his hair, your lips responding hungrily to Ethan’s, not even bothering to hide your moans of pleasure when he dipped his tongue into your mouth.

Suddenly, Ethan pulled his head back, his eyes fluttering open.

“(Y/N),” Ethan breathed apologetically.

“I want this,” you assured him, your teeth grazing over your lower lip, “I want you.”

Ethan clenched his jaw in frustration, his eyes closing as he fought to pick out his next words. 

“(Y/N), you better answer with certainty, because if you give me a yes, then I don’t think I’m going to have the willpower to ask you again,” he murmured, his nostrils flaring.

“Ethan,” you said softly, “Open your eyes.”

He did, and they were darker than usual, and filled with nothing but lust.

“Yes,” you said.

And that was all it took.

The crowd of people whistled as Ethan placed you down on the ground and began leading you upstairs.

Ethan closed the bedroom door behind you, locking it shut and whipping around to face you. He pushed you down onto the sheets, climbing over you and removing his top and shoes, you following his lead. He dipped his lips onto your neck, sucking on a patch of your skin and drawing out sounds of pleasure from you. He nibbled and sucked your neck until it was covered in many dark love bites. You went to unclip your bra, but he had it off in seconds with little to no effort. Ethan brought his lips down to your breasts, attaching them around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the tip as he sucked on it roughly before moving to the other breast and repeating the action. You struggled not to roll your head back, keeping your eyes on Ethan, who lifted his deep gaze intently to yours while he worked. You breathed out in pleasure, your hands tugging at Ethan’s soft hair as his tongue came sliding down your belly and down to your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding your skirt off your legs and tossing off his jeans while he was at it. You took him by surprise, grabbing his hips and turning him onto his back as you hoisted yourself onto his legs, his growing bulge centimeters away from where you wanted it. Ethan chuckled in surprise, his arms snaking around your belly as you bent over him, leaving wet kisses all over his rippled bronze chest. A deep rumble came from his throat as he moved his hands to your ass, which he squeezed roughly in his hands while you explored his chest. You looked up at him, your thumbs hooking in his Calvin’s, your heart thumping with adrenaline. Ethan nodded lightly, giving you the ok to remove his boxers. His large member perked right up, ready for you to take in your mouth, so you did. You squeezed as much of him as you could between your lips, your hands gently pumping any of him that didn’t fit. His length hit the back of your throat, but you took it, working your hands faster, a layer of sweat building on your skin. Ethan groaned out in pleasure, the sound being more enough to keep you going. You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling him twitch in your mouth.

“B-baby, I’m gonna c-” Ethan gasped out.

He released his load in your mouth, and you swallowed without thinking twice. You pulled off, your chest rattling as you gulped in the fresh air. Ethan sat propped up on his elbow’s, his eyes wide in wonder as you lifted your gaze to him.

“Not so innocent after all,” he smirked, an eyebrow raised.

You blushed furiously in embarrassment, Ethan scooting you forward on his belly so he could reach your lips. He used his thumb to collect some left over mess around your lips, his eyes unwavering as he forced his finger into your mouth. You sucked on it lightly, his thumb popping as he removed it. Ethan smiled gently, bending into you for a quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting beneath your chin. He pulled back a moment later, shaking his head in awe.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Because you’re gorgeous,” Ethan mumbled softly, “And because It’s my turn.”

Ethan spun you onto your back, raising his shaft above you and positioning it right near your entrance. You scooted back so that you could get a look at him, your hands resting open on either side of your body. Ethan laced his fingers through yours, holding you to the sheets as he entered you. Your face reflexively scrunched up as Ethan adjusted himself, but soon he was moving in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ethan,” you begged in frustration, glaring at him.

Ethan’s lips twitched into a smile, and he began working himself faster towards your core.

“More,” you pleaded, digging your nails into Ethan’s hands.

He re-positioned his hands onto your hips, holding you in place as he began slamming his hips into you with no mercy. His hips came knocking roughly into yours, his balls slapping loudly against your skin. You cried out in pleasure, your nails dragging marks all over Ethan’s back. He found your g-spot and slammed roughly into it, his mouth dropping open, and his eyes fluttering closed in concentration. 

“I’m going to-” before you could finish your sentence, Ethan had opened his eyes again to watch you shudder beneath him. And just the sight of his hair plastered to his forehead, his flawless body shaking with each jagged breath, and his dark eyes, was enough to break you.

“Come for me, princess,” Ethan purred.

You reached your high, convulsing beneath Ethan and screaming out his name as your juices poured out over him. Ethan’s thrusts got much sloppier, and he finished soon after, his come filling you right up to the brim. You shook beneath him, moisture clinging to your eyes as he pulled out and cleaned you up with small kitten licks.

Ethan crawled up to your side, giving you a moment to breathe. You rolled onto your side to face him, feeling exhausted. Ethan rolled to his side too, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and gently slide his fingers through your tangles.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured.

But your head buried into his warm chest, you were already out.

- The next morning -

You awoke with a headache, the events of last night coming rushing back to your head at once. You blinked a couple of times and looked up to see Ethan still passed out, he’d fallen asleep with one arm locked tightly around you. 

“Mmph,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes and sliding out of Ethan’s hold.

You sat upright, bringing your knees to your chest and placing your head in them while you struggled with what you were going to tell Ethan.

You knew for a fact that alcohol or no alcohol, you were sure of what you’d wanted last night, but you weren’t sure if you could say the same for him.

“Hey,” Ethan said, pulling himself up onto the pillows.

You lifted your head to look at him.

“How’s my not-so-good-girl,” he teased, ruffling his hair.

You scoffed and shook your head, “I don’t know, to be honest.”

“I could’ve sworn you said that same thing to me last night before getting drunk off your mind,” Ethan chuckled.

“You remember that?” you laughed weakly, picking through your foggy memories.

“Of course,” E said, his smile faltering.

“Look, alcohol doesn’t affect me quite as strongly as it does to you,” he started,”so if last night was a mistake to you-”

“Was it a mistake to you?” you cut him off, a knot of fear growing in your belly.

Ethan frowned at you, “Of course not, (Y/N), you can’t even begin to imagine how long I’ve been waiting for last night to happen,” he said. Then his eyes grew wide and he groaned in frustration, “Last night was a mistake to you, wasn’t it?” he hit his palms against his head.

“No,” you said. “Well of course I didn’t want things to happen quite like that, but well, you know.”

Ethan smiled curiously, “Really?”

“Really,” you smiled nervously.

“So then, you tell me,” Ethan grinned, “we had a promise.”

You raised an eyebrow in question.

“Do you swear off nights like last night and place full blame on me?” he asked.

“Nights like last night,” you repeated.

Ethan nodded, his brown eyes fixated on you.

“I get the feeling that ‘nights’ symbolizes something more than just a fling,” you laughed, “In which case, no, I would very much want to try out ‘nights’ some more.”

Ethan’s face lit up, “See, just like I said. I promised you’d come around.”

You plopped back down into the sheets, rolling back under Ethan’s arm and snuggling into him, “I guess you were right.”

12x10- THE Destiel Episode

Jesus Christ in heaven. This entire episode was pure magic. Normally I write a post called ‘Destiel bits on episode xyz.’ This episode? No need because every single second was Destiel. So this post will be more of a recap and screaming about every scene. 

And before we proceed, Steve Yockey… Marry me. 

Warning for long post ahead with a metric ton of gifs. SPOILERS AHEAD.

(gif credits to @yourfavoritedirector​, @subcas @some-people-call-it-tragic​, @angvlicmish​, @codestielckles)

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GOT7 Reaction #2

 Request:”…GOT7 reaction where they get in a huge fight with their so and say something really hurtful but regret in an instant when they see their so start to cry…”

soo, I finally downloaded the snow app! Let me know if you guys want to add me <3


Mark: He stared at you realizing that you were crying because of something he said. He watched as the tears rolled off your face and fell towards the ground beneath you. He looked at the floor feeling the feeling of guilt take him over. He quickly went towards you and wrapped his arms around you before letting you go to make sure you were okay. Your eyes were still puffy and red but your sniffles and tears had came to a stop. He took this time to apologize to you.

“This will never happen again. I don’t want you to cry because of me ever again”  {ignore the caption on the gif}

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Jaebum: He tries to take back his words immediately. He never really liked seeing you cry in the first place, so now that you were crying because of him, it was game over. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and quietly said something in your ear. Knowing that you were upset with him, he let himself out the room. He felt bad bc of the way he made you feel and knowing that you didn’t want to see him at the moment.

“I just want you to know that I said those things out of anger and didn’t mean them at all. I’ll be in the other room if you need me. I Love You.”

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Tricky Fingers

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(requested by @zayyoung17 )

Member: Hoshi/Soonyoung
Genre: Fluff, smut
Word Count: 2,759


“Mom, Dad, Soonyoung and I are getting married.”

You held your breath and then let out a sigh. Could you even go through with this? You knew you had to, especially with that shiny ring now on your finger, but what if they were against it? To say that you were nervous was an understatement. When Soonyoung had first proposed to you, you were more than ecstatic. You were going to spend the rest of your life with the man of your dreams and couldn’t wait to tell your parents. But now that you were going to meet up with them and tell them the news, the butterflies that flittered in your stomach was a bit too much and made you feel sick.

“It’s going to be alright,” Soonyoung told you as he came up from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist. He set his chin on your shoulder and gingerly kissed the skin.

You sighed and set your hands on his. “I hope so. What if they’re against it?”

“We’ll still get married anyway, despite what they say. You know that, right? Just because your father says no doesn’t mean I’m going to stop loving you. I want us to be together,” he hummed as he moved up to your neck. You relaxed under his warm kisses and stared at yourself in the mirror. Soonyoung was right; whatever was going to happen at dinner, it wouldn’t matter. You two were going to get married, and that was final.

“Soonyoung,” you started, “come on. We need to get ready if we want to make it for our reservation.”

Soonyoung groaned in protest. “Let me distract you first. Give me about ten minutes and then we’ll get ready, okay?”

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Musical Screening Q&A

 HUGE thanks to @jjosh-lyman​ / johnsfkennedys (twitter) for sending me her audio recording from the post-screening q&a. ** Please note: the first few minutes are missing and I transcribed this to the best of my abilities **

1. What’s it like working with Ginny?

Josh: It’s been… It’s been.. What has it been?

Ginny: Magical? (Audience laughs)

Josh: (laughs) It’s been magical.  No, it has, it’s been–

Ginny: The best thing that’s ever happened to you! (Audience laughs)

Josh: It’s been, it has been a magical situation. You’re working with another actor who knows you so well. You can be very vulnerable, you can be very open, you can be very brave, you can do all those kinds of things. So yeah, it’s a real gift.

Moderator: I’m feeling the feels, y’all, are you?

2. What is your favorite Disney character or movie?

Adam: This will sound phony, but it is Snow White. (Audience goes aw) 

Ginny: Right answer again!

Adam: It’s true!

Josh: I’m really glad we came to you.

Adam: It was the first movie that I remember seeing as a child and it clearly made an impression.

Ginny: I really like Zootopia because of um– (Audience laughs - can’t hear the rest of her answer) An equally savvy answer would be that we’re very partial to Winnie the Pooh. Pooh was my very first boyfriend and Josh, here, read the entire first Winnie the Pooh book to my belly when I was pregnant with my eldest and that was the first movie that Oliver saw. Then we accidentally bought Sterling Holloway’s house and he was Winnie the Pooh (note: he was the voice actor), so that’s kind of a crazy story. So yeah, Pooh’s got a whole thing. There’s a whole three-line of Pooh in our lives.

Josh: Or we stalk him. (Audience laughs)

Moderator: How about you, David?

David: I am fond of Maleficent and the whole Sleeping Beauty thing.

Moderator: Eddy?

Eddy: I’m gonna go with Alice in Wonderland and just because I like it. (Audience laughs)

3. Back to the musical, even though the songs are new and original, do you take inspiration from the Disney characters the actors portray?

Adam: It’s more like we’ve taken inspiration from the way our actors have realized these characters on the show. You know, we use the disney movies and animated films as a jumping off point, but every one of them has made it their own. So when we started this process, they sat down with Alan and Michael and we really all tried to work together to tailor everything specifically to who these characters are on our show and those guys did an amazing job with the songs and these guys did alright singing them. (Audience laughs)

Eddy: The idea was each episode has the tone of the character so a Snow/Charming episode is different than a Rumple. I think Alan and Michael really captured kind of the character, they were fans of the show, and then the tone & inspiration for each one.

David: Also it was about returning to a S1 feel for all of these characters, which speaks to how we were introduced to them and what the actors brought to those characters, kinda going to really the heart of when we met them and putting it into song.

Moderator: Awesome. So deep. (Audience laughs)

4. For Josh & Ginny, if you could be any other character besides the one you play currently on OUAT, who would it be?

Josh: I’ve always said Rumplestiltskin for sure. Just because Bobby, the actor, gets to play such a huge range. I just think that would be a whole lot of fun.

Ginny: I would be Henry because I wouldn’t have to wear a wig and that would be the closest I would ever get to playing Harry Potter. (Audience laughs)

5. What’s your Disney favorite ride or attraction?

Ginny: Haunted Mansion.

Josh: Pirates.

Eddy: Pirates! Haunted Mansion too, it’s close.

Josh: I also like Indiana Jones.

Adam: It’s a tie between Pirates and Star Tours. There’s like 94 possibilities.

(Someone said Space Mountain - can’t tell who. Maybe David.)

Eddy: The Buena Vista Commissary. There’s a salad bar like right down Dopey Ave. (Audience laughs)

6. Which characters were the most exciting to create a song for?

Josh: (clears throat loudly) Answer honestly!

Alan & Michael (note: I can’t tell which is which): I mean, Zelena was… Yeah.

Josh: Alright, nice to see you (note: I assume he gets up halfway as a joke)

A&M: We had to test you there.

Eddy: It’s hard to say who.. It’s like your favorite child.

Ginny: Us obviously. (Audience laughs)

Eddy: I think, for us, it was really just exciting to do as many as we could. You know, I think we weren’t sure how many songs we could take on, we weren’t sure we could do any of it and, you know, literally these guys wrote 7 original songs and they started meeting in December so… if you have a birthday or anniversary coming up, Alan & Michael~

Moderator: Anything to add, David?

David: Nope. (Audience laughs)

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Just Watch pt 2

Auston Matthews x Reader

Team: Toronto Maple Leafs

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, slight language, major cheese!

POV: Third Person

Summary: A sleepy and woozy (Y/n) leads to Auston confessing some things

NOTE: Here’s part one!


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It had been a couple of weeks after (Y/n)’s breakup, and nothing much had changed. She still went over to Mitch and Auston’s from time to time, still fought with the latter of the two boys, still cried a lot and still did everything she could to erase her memories of her past relationship. 

It wasn’t working though. 

No matter what she did, she didn’t feel right. Sleeping in her own bed was hard, instant feelings of regret washing over her whenever she got under the covers. The emptiness next to her, a constant reminder of what had happened. She was losing sleep as well as her mind. 

That’s when Marns asked her to spend a few nights, try and get some rest and try to relax. 

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“IT’’S A TERRIBLE PLAN! AND IT WAS MINE FIRST!!!”

This probably won’t make sense to anyone who isn’t me, but let me try.

I was trying to explain my position the other day in a discussion about dusttale and Papyrus’s likeliness to be a willing co-conspirator in that kind of situation.

I was trying to express my opinion that even if there was an endless cycle of genocide runs and both brothers somehow remembered them, and even if all hope was lost, the second such a plan was actually vocalized, I felt like Papyrus would decide there had to be another way. He would never go through with it or support it unless he was completely corrupted beyond recognition (even if he was of sound mind but completely compromised morals). I was trying to express a very difficult to explain series of headcanons and analysis, which made this a personal exception, even though I enjoy Papyrus crisis-of-faith plots, angst, face heel turns, and the brothers actually being on the same page. I was trying to be both eloquent and elaborative. 

But instead all my mind could conjure up was a scene of sweet, sweet sibling hypocrisy.

I suppose that’s as good a reason as any not to murder everyone you’ve ever known and corrupt the very culmination of your being in a bloody, dusty final stand.

Dinner Time

“No.” Mirai put down her fork. 

“Please,” Viktor used his nice voice. “It’s good for you.” 

The six year old pushed her plate away. “Don’t care. It tastes gross.” 

“But it won’t feel gross when it’s inside you,” he attempted to reason. 

“Nope.” 

From across the table, Misha giggled, slowly sipping his drink as he watched the scene before him. 

Viktor thought for a moment. “What if I get you some sauce?” 

“No.” 

“At least try a bit of it.” 

Mirai eyed him up like they were totally equal. “Papa, I said no.” 

His eyes flashed. “Well, I said you have to.” 

She met the challenge with ease. “Last night you said ‘no means no’ when I wanted a cookie. Why is it different now?” 

Damn it. Thankfully, Yuuri chose that moment to come through the door with the usual call of ‘tadaima’, setting his bag down and wandering into the kitchen. Viktor practically pounced on him like a lost puppy. 

“Yuuuuri,” he pleaded, “she won’t eat the broccoli.” 

His husband just rolled his eyes. “How come, Mirchan? You ate it yesterday.” 

“Don’t want to,” she complained. 

“Hmm,” Yuuri said effortlessly, “what if I give you a magic kiss again?” 

A magic what? This was new. 

Mirai immediately went gleeful. “Maybe it might work. Maybe.” 

Yuuri just bent down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “There you go. Now try some.” 

To Viktor’s utter amazement, Mirai obediently tucked in, shovelling the broccoli into her mouth like it was chocolate or something. “Mmm,” she said, “it’s good.” 

“Magic… kisses?” Viktor asked. 

“Mmhmm,” Misha nodded. “Tosan gives us magic kisses that make all food taste good.” 

He had no idea what to say. 

Yuuri just smiled with satisfaction. “It works every time.” 

After recovering from the shock of seeing his daughter easily obey one of them for the first time in weeks, Viktor found his own smile. “Do I get a magic kiss?” 

Mirai stuck out her tongue. “No Papa it’s only for us.” 

“You can have a double magic kiss later,” Yuuri said, subtly squeezing his ass as he made his way into the bathroom. 

I have been awake all night because my girlfriend is out of town visiting her family for a couple of weeks and I don’t sleep well without her. 

Therefore, I have been thinking about that wild episode of Wynonna Earp that happened last night. Most specifically about when Wynonna and Dolls go to the homestead to get Waverly and Nicole and how Nicole was just casually hanging out around the house naked right after sex. Someone had mentioned something about her having gone for a snack, which would mean Dolls found her in the kitchen, but I think that must be wrong, because certainly Wynonna and Dolls would have found her naked and asleep in the kitchen before Wynonna went upstairs to the bedroom as the stairs are adjacent to the kitchen …here is what I’m thinking went down

I think that Waverly and Nicole made sweet sweet lady love which we, of course, saw the beginning of before they cut to the diner scene when everyone goes to sleep. Then I think that she was in the bathroom, which is downstairs for either a shower or post-coital bathroom use. I’m leaning towards shower because they made it pretty clear she was almost completely naked and mind you that this is the middle of winter in Canada (I’m from near the Canadian border in Montana, very near to where Purgatory would be, that being said, in the middle of winter, in a house of that age, it is very unlikely anyone would just be casually walking around naked, she’d probably at least wear a robe, I’m speaking from experience). So I think she was getting ready to hop in the shower when she fell asleep, but not actually in the shower because her hair wasn’t wet when we saw her. Also, I was a bit impressed that she was finishing getting dressed at the bottom of the stairs, with Wynonna, Dolls, and Waverly all right there. Which led me to think about the shower thing more. Her clothes were with her in the bathroom, or a spare uniform in the least, considering she was just doing up her pants in the scene that she was finishing dressing in. Which indicates to me that she didn’t go back upstairs, and her having spare clothes in the bathroom actually makes a lot of sense. When Nicole and Waverly spend the night together, which seems to be pretty often, it would likely pretty much always be at the homestead, since Wynonna had Waverly move from the apartment above Shorty’s to the Homestead for her safety as revenants can’t step foot out there. I also believe that Nicole would respect and agree with this since she puts Waverly’s safety first. All that being said, as a Sheriff’s Deputy, Nicole absolutely works shift work that rotates, which is code for lots of weird hours, she would be getting up super early or coming in super late. So it would make sense for her spare clothes to be somewhere that isn’t in the bedroom, so as to not wake Waverly up while she’s getting ready to leave for work. Also, she seemed a little uncomfortable getting dressed in front of everyone, but not so uncomfortable that she wasn’t doing it. Which indicated to me, that Wynonna is pretty much always around when she’s half naked trying to get ready for the day at the homestead, so she’s just learned to live with it. 

So, there you have it, my extensive thoughts on Nicole’s new life of living part time with the Earp sisters. Feel free to ask me for more of my opinions on this.

Wtf supergirl? Why?

Sooo apparently they don’t want to spend any money on Lena’s apartment set and that’s a shame because they could do a lot of interesting scenes there if you know what I mean… #SupercorpSleepovers

No but seriously like even seeing her working at her desk or in her kitchen, I would watch it a million times more than certain scenes of the actual show…

Give Lena an apartment 2k17!!!! (Or a Mansion idk)

Able - Tommy Shelby

Request: So I know the requests are closed but I am having a terrible week and I just thought about a request so I am sending it in (no rush): so could you write something about tommy being in love with a girl that has a problem on her leg that makes her limp and be very insecure and one day she sees him talking to Grace and gets hurt by it but he assures her she’s the one he loves and is just sweet and devoted? I love your writing sorry to bother

Able pt. 1 | pt. 2 - Tommy Shelby

Most days your disability didn’t hinder you. There were obvious things that you weren’t able to do like running or jumping or anything the doctor deemed strenuous activity and there were less obvious things like your inability to lift anything over five pounds and your easily onset fatigue. The most noticeable thing about your disability was your gait. You had a slight limp to your walk because of the weakness of your muscles. Somedays you woke up so tired that your muscles didn’t even support you and you had to use a wheelchair.  

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30 Kisses for 30 Years

summary: It’s Phil’s thirtieth birthday and Dan is determined to give him thirty kisses. Meanwhile, Phil’s been having domestic thoughts. 
word count: 2, 735
warnings: innuendos, kissing, making out, hickeys, so much fluff that you’ll die

Phil could feel something crawling under his skin when he woke up that morning.

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Stomach aches [Kai Parker x Reader]

Request: could you maybe do a kai parker image where the reader hates kai and kai hates the reader but they are forced to lay on each other and hug and shit because damon (or whomever) made y/n get these stomach aches by using a spell if she is not close/laying on kai (it was a side effect of another spell that should have made kai less of a killer) so now Kai needs to be close to y/n or she could die. They both hate it at first but then one day her stomach aches get even worse and so they kiss to see if it helps

Warnings: none

A/N: I modified it a bit but I didn’t stray too much.

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Damon Salvatore was mad at you. You may or may not have ‘borrowed’ his car to go out with some old friends and got it trashed. Okay, maybe you did… Your old friends from where you grew up had decided to come to Mystic Falls to pay you a visit. You had chosen to take the to the Grill but, some of your friends went overboard and had a little too much alcohol. So, on the way back from the Grill, your friends may have puked in the backseat and spilled some… a lot of beer in the car. When Damon saw the state his car was in the next day, he when from cool to livid in half a second. Damon knew that you were going to regret it but, he wanted to make it worse.

Damon was like a brother and he acted like one: doting on you at one moment, then ruining your life at another. I was all very complicated but you both loved each other no matter what. The feeling that you had sparked in the vampire made him more inclined to ruin his life. Rapidly, he thought up a plan that will kill two birds with one stone but for that, he would need a witch. So, picking up his phone, the eldest Salvatore brother called an old friend, knowing that Bonnie wouldn’t want to hurt her friend, especially for him.

You were lounging on the couch of the Salvatore boarding house, engrossed in a book when Damon entered the room, “Hey (Y/N)!” he smiled mischievously at you, “I brought someone over so be nice.” He told you as Kai Parker entered the room.

You and Kai had a reputation for disliking each other, you never really acknowledged each other’s existence until today. Neither of you had any idea about how it had started but it had never ended. Knowing that this was Damon’s revenge for the car incident, you acted like it didn’t get to you.

“How about this Parker,” you said, “you stay out of my way and I stay out of yours?”

“Perfectly fine with me, (L/N).” he replied, walking towards the stairs and farther away from you.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach and groaned loudly. Simultaneously, Kai kneeled on the floor, grabbing at his head. Then, Damon vamp-sped the siphoner to the couch and confess that this was his way of getting revenge.

“You and little weasel here are going to have to stay in close contact like hugging or otherwise the pain will come back.” He chuckled at the sight of you and Kai’s face.

“You mean that I’m going to have to stay with that?” you both yelled at the same time.

“Yes.” He grinned.

“For how long?” you asked.

“As long as you find the cure.” He laughed.

Furious, you launched yourself at him but the pain rushed to your stomach and you collapsed on the floor in agony. Kai, who somehow had some strength left, pulled you back to him and ended the discomfort.

“Don’t move again.” Damon scolded you, “Now, I’ve got to go, see you later you lovebirds.” He popped his head into your line of sight, “By the way, that was a clue to the antidote.” He smiled, leaving for real this time.

“Sooo… What are we going to do?” he asked, lying down on the couch and pulling you over him.

“How about we watch a movie?” you suggested, picking up the TV remote and turning the screen on, “What do you want to watch?”

“I’ve just come back from the Prison World (Y/N), what movies are recent and good?” he asked

“How about the Avengers?”

“Sure, whatever that is.”

You were captivated by the movie on screen and Kai was using your lack of reflexes to wrap his arms around you.  He didn’t really get the emotions he was feeling right now because of his merge with Luke. His heartbeat was playing like drums in his ears and sensed that you were a zone of comfort where he could be himself.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out.

“About what?” you asked, pausing the movie in the middle of the scene where the Chitauri were coming down from the whole in the sky.

“For acting like a jerk towards you all the time, I don’t know what took me.” He said, surprising you. “Sorry, this is weird I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” He said walking away towards the kitchen.

“Wait! Kai, no!” you exclaimed. But it was too late, a searing pain shot through his head and a similar one to your stomach. Kai, seeing you in agony made him forget all about his. He crawled, heading to you, adrenaline rushing through his body, willing himself to get to you. He was on the floor, a meter away from you when the adrenaline rush disappeared and was replaced by raw determination. He got up, strode in your direction and stopped pushing the pain down his throat only when it left due to him wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

“I’m so sorry, again.”” He said an apologetic look in his eyes.

“It’s fine, you had forgotten, just don’t do it again.” You reproached him teasingly.

Suddenly, Kai had an idea. This idea may have been influenced by his new emotions but he still thought that he should tell you.

“I think I know the way to stop the pains.” He said, immediately catching your attention.

“What?! How?” you questioned, desperate to know the answer.

“I need to kiss you.”

You looked lost, “You need to kiss me.” You repeated, pointing at him and at yourself.

“Yup.”

“Could you please develop?” you asked still confused about what the sociopath had said he needed to do.

“Damon said ‘lovebirds’, insinuating that something romantic is involved. Then, the fact that he picked a ‘curse’ which consisted of us hugging and keeping close contact. I determined that he might want us to kiss. And, anyways, a kiss never killed anyone.”

“True,” you admitted, acknowledging that he had some fair points, “Bu-” you were interrupted by Kai’s soft lips pressing against yours. Surprisingly, you enjoyed it and kissed him back. The kiss was short but sweet and full of love. You admitted to yourself that; for a sociopath, Kai was quite the kisser.

When the kiss broke and you were both left short of breath, Kai’s said, “How about we try staying apart and if it doesn’t work then we kiss again? And, if it works then we kiss again. What do you think?” he joked.

“Great plan.” You laughed.

Nevertheless, the two of you put in action the first part of his idea and nothing happened. The both of you laughed at Damon’s weird way of setting the two of you up and you wrapped your arms around Kai’s neck to complete the second part of his plan, making out.

anonymous asked:

What's the best Pusher fic you've ever read?

Amal Nahurriyeh’s First/Second is probably my all-time favorite.  Beware the trigger warnings because it is…brutal.  It’s one of the most difficult things to get through that I’ve ever read, but it’s so very good.   

But there are quite a few others that I have fallen in love with over the years.

Listening to Mountains Grow by cucumberspy rings true for me in terms of how the characters might deal with their feelings after Pusher.  And by that I mean, Mulder ditches Scully to decompress and when he finally comes back, the scene in the kitchen is just…it’s tense and lovely and I would have wanted to see it on my screen.

esoterica by @foxmulders is also very well done.  Jadie has this very singular way of putting Mulder and Scully in the most tangential of situations and allowing them to work through whatever it is they need to work through and it’s just…it’s perfect.

Holding Back by my girl @mangokiwitropicalswirl is one of those stories that sticks with you for awhile afterwards.

Fallout by dtg kind of takes the episode and extends it.  What if Modell came out of his coma and somehow still had a mental grip on Mulder?  It’s basically just another 20 minutes of episode, and is a Mulder-in-danger story.

C’mon, Mulder by @defnotmeyo is a very gritty, raw little one-shot that packs a powerful punch in not a lot of words.

anonymous asked:

But what if Yousef really isn't interested in Sana the way we want him to be?

Yeah, there’s always that possibility but like…isn’t he though?

I mean let’s do a little yousana recap:

Episode one: Sana enters the living room and Yousef looks at her directly and smiles. Like sure the rest of the guys notice her too but the camera really focus on Yousef. Then at the train, Yousef notices that Sana is alone and goes to her and he looks at her for like a minute and smiles at her like come on!!!

Episode two: I feel it coming clip, he’s so so embarrassed that his crush has caught him dancing. Okay I’ll accept that he would probably be embarrassed if any girl had caught him but like his reacton was so pure! Then we have the meme message, that boy made a meme (because he made it, don’t believe for a second that he found it on the net) to make Sana feel better and said: Fuck hater you go girl! COME ON!!

Episode three: THE CARROT SCENE!!!! Yousef freaking Acar looked at Sana and smiled at her from the living room, waited for her mom to leave, entered the kitchen, walked by Sana so close to her like the extra boy he is when he had a lot of space, took his drink, looked at her, smiled, taught her how to peel a carrot while talking about kids, gave her hearteyes and smiles and everything and then he freaking forgot his drink when Elias came in, why? because that boy wasn’t there for the drink. Nope. Then the texts, alt for deg girl…I’ll repeat it ALT FOR DEG GIRL!!! he offered to sell his kidneys, if that’s not love then I don’t know what it is! And THEN he took the blame for her with the vodka bottle and sent her a heart emoji! COME ON!!!!

Episode four: That boy sent her a text and when she didn’t answer he double texted her to get her attention. He called her from his phone (Why didn’t you just called from Elias phone Yousef? huh? huh? huh? yupp) and walked her home, but he didn’t only walked her home, he teased her with the ball first because he knew she was worried about her brother, he played basketball being the dork he is, they had a heart to heart conversation about religion where he listened to her and she listened to him, he gave him flowers, Yousef “alt for deg girl” Acar gave Sana “actual sunshine” Bakkoush FLOWERS. Then he finally walked her home and stared at each others eyes and smiled for like what? two minutes? AND he forgot what he was going to say ‘cause he was lost in her like COME ON!!!!

I’m not going to mention episode 5 ‘cause that episode doesn’t exist for me but just a comment: Elias supported Sana liking Yousef, Elias is Yousef’s best friend, do you think he would do that if he didn’t know Yousef likes Sana??

Episode six: Yousef enters the kitchen, Sana doesn’t look at him and that boy spends the whole freaking clip looking at her, he doesn’t care that her parents are there, he doesn’t care that her brother is there, he doesn’t care about anything all he wants is to try and make Sana look at him because he know he’s fucked up, he knows what he’s done and he wants Sana to just look at him so he can explain. Also, HE LOOK AT HER WHILE EATING THE CARROT, I MEAN COOOOME OOOOON!!!!

Episode seven: the basketball scene!!! If he didn’t like Sana, if he was with Noora, why on earth would he waste his time making Sana smile? Like he went there, saw that she wasn’t feeling okay, tried to cheer her up and when Sana rejected him he tried again. It was the first time Sana smiled in three weeks, that has to mean something. AND we have Elias warning him because she’s hellish, like why would you warn him Elias? maybe because you know they’re endgame? COME ON!!!!


So, yupp, basically I don’t see how Yousef wouldn’t like Sana. Like okay, I can accept the argument that since we’re seeing things from Sana’s point of view we are seeing what she wants to see and maybe the looks of yousef aren’t like that  but the texts? THOSE ARE FACTS, the heart emoji? THAT’S A FACT him giving her flowers? THAT’S A FACT and the looks he gave her in the kitchen on epiosde six? she wasn’t even looking at him, THAT’S A FACT


Wow, I’m so sorry I got waaay to excited about this haha 

But like, basically I can’t accept that Yousef doesn’t have feelings for Sana ‘cause why wast sooooo much time on bulding them up if it was all in Sana’s head? NOPE

Sorry for the long answer!

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Favourite Acting Scenes: Eva confronts Isak in the kitchen (10.11 part 5)

Started as a question by dahlstrom. I made an essay out of it, because I can’t shut up.

Let’s go all the way back to season 1, all the way back to December 2015.

This scene is a lesson of acting out vulnerability. As an actor, this can mean two things: either you’re vulnerable as the actor, or the character you’re portraying is vulnerable. Acting can be quite terrifying at times, because you have to lose all your inhibitions. For example, showing more skin than you’re used to in public, or completely fading away in grief at someone’s death. Those are hard scenes, but you have a goal you work towards. I will act in this scene as if no one will ever be able to console me, and I will give that my all. In this particular case, however, the character is feeling vulnerable, so now the goal changes. You have to keep the character’s goal in mind: what is he doing and feeling at that moment. Isak at this point is hard to decipher, and that is exactly the point, because he isn’t showing people how he truly feels. And this is because Tarjei uses, once again, his expressive eyes to their full capability; even more so than in 9.10 part 3, because here his eyes tell the true story, while he uses his body language to tell you a lie.

Let’s take a look at Isak. We’ve seen him as a part of Eva’s story, so we’re unable to exactly say what happened to him, but the short story seems to be that he was a (best) friend of Eva’s who had a crush on her boyfriend and his best friend Jonas, didn’t know how to deal with it and made the mistake of telling that to the hooking Instagram. In the scene where he confronts and consoles Eva after this happened, he already seems to really regret this decision, but he has difficulty telling the truth himself. Maybe he doesn’t even know what the truth is anymore. I think this is where the foundation is made for Isak’s “fake persona” that persists until s3. Now, this is a time that is confusing enough, but then his home life is threatened as well; dad can’t deal with mom, is at a point of leaving, mom has been showing signs of mental illness for a while and Isak (assuming he is an only child) is caught right in the middle of it on his own. So what do you do at a time that is so emotionally draining and stressful? You put up walls, take up a mask, and your feelings cannot be shown to anyone. Except for Jonas, because you need a little emotional support, but even he does not know the full extent of your feelings.

Right at the beginning of this conversation, Eva asks Isak about his family situation. This is where the mask takes his hold, and thank Tarjei for his expressive eyes here. His eyes do the exact opposite of what his face is doing: he tries to smile, tries to convince Eva that everything is going better and will be fine, but his eyes don’t do the same. He looks up and away a few times, and every time he does the smile fades. It’s difficult to keep up the façade, he leans on the kitchen counter as some sort of support. He continues doing this throughout Eva’s lie that Jonas and she got back together.

Until he is caught in his own lie.

It’s only a split second, but his mask cracks. There it goes. If she knows about my lie, how much does she know? You see the fear in his eyes. He doesn’t smile. But she admits that she doesn’t understand why he did it. Mask is back. Then something interesting happens.

At this moment Isak takes a leap of faith and asks her to guess why. This is an interesting parallel, because he does the exact same in s3 when telling Jonas about Even: he has difficulties himself about admitting the truth or really saying the truth out loud, so he needs Eva, and Jonas in s3, to do it for him. Then he has to wait: and I think he is both hoping that she knows the truth and terrified that she does. He looks her right in the eyes, he’s trying to be truthful to her.

And of course, she gets it completely wrong. Now we see the true Isak come out for a second; he takes in her words – she doesn’t know – looks away quickly. Is he disappointed? Is he happy? It’s difficult to say for sure, because Isak (and Tarjei as his actor) has become a professional in not showing his true feelings here. It’s still there, but you can’t see it. The audience is not allowed to.

His voice becomes firmer again; his first lie could be grounded in truth. He is quite angry that he is unable to have the same connection with someone he likes like she does. But he stumbles and fake-smiles his way through another lie, needs Eva to believe what he’s saying here even if he doesn’t feel that way at all. Once again, he doesn’t really look her in the eye; it’s too difficult to lie if he does for a longer period. It is one of the signs that someone’s lying to you; they’re unwilling to look you in the eye.

But there is a moment at the end where he looks at her again, because he is telling the truth. I didn’t know it would end up so badly. I didn’t know an aggressive second-year would hurt you. I didn’t want to do any of this to you. This is true, it’s what he mentions on the bench in a later episode. And when she has to leave, he looks pretty devastated. I’ve hurt you and I’m still lying to you. He asks her sincerely: Please don’t tell Jonas.

This scene has become so much more in retrospect. I’ve never understood why some people apparently had their doubts about Tarjei taking the lead role: he never had the chance to show you the true Isak because Isak did not want us to see him yet. In light of the new interview with Julie, it’s impressive that Tarjei already knew to incorporate this vulnerableness and this mask during this scene. He conveys a reality that many in the LGBTQ+ community face, and he takes immensely good care of the character. He showed us the respect that we deserved and needed.

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The Great Bucky Baking Fuck Up

A/N: This drabble/fic is a birthday present for Becks ( @dontstopwiththelyin ) Happy Birthday lovely! Hope you love it! 

A/N 2.0: As this is a birthday present for Becks she didn’t read it before hand so if there are any mistakes I apologize!

Warnings: Fluffy, Bucky Baking, Cursing, and I don’t think there is anything else.

Pairing: BuckyxReader

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We’re still counting down to Mycroft’s death from “consumption”

This has probably been noticed. At the end of T6T (yes I’m rewatching for the first time, high fives please!), there’s a barely-there little call-back to the plum puddings scene in TAB where Mycroft is apparently eating himself to death:

It’s the Mycroft’s kitchen scene in T6T and…

1) He grabs the chinese menu with his right hand

2) And checks his pocket watch with his left hand

3) Then turns around and picks up the phone.

We assume he’s about to order the chinese. I mean, he doesn’t, he calls Sherrinford. But anyway…

He thinks about eating (plum puddings), then checks the time (tick tock tick tock), then picks up the phone (heart?).