i meant to do more with this but i'm a lot more tired now

The Jealousy’s Evening

for the anon who sent in this amazing prompt, thank you! 


Today wasn’t Castiel’s favorite day. The past few days hadn’t been his favorite day. A lot of things were currently not okay and all he could do was fake a smile and get on with school, with life.
It wasn’t that he was allowed to complain - in the end Dean had never been his in the first place. But seeing him kiss Lisa… it hurt. It hurt seeing them together, so close and happy. 

Of course, Castiel didn’t have any feelings for Dean, he was just upset that he was losing his best friend. They had been close for a long time, stayed over at each other’s houses a lot, slept in the same bed, shared clothes and did everything together. They were inseparable, until Dean started dating Lisa. 

For Castiel it had been out of nowhere when Dean had told him he and Lisa were a thing. At first, he’d just been slightly annoyed, but when days passed he began to realize how much it influenced him and his friendship with Dean. Way more than he wanted to admit. 

He just wanted the old Dean back, spend time with him doing nothing- hang out on the roof and talk about school or Dean’s father being a dick and Gabriel who’d stolen from the candy shop. That was ages ago and Cas was probably never getting that back.

Dean never wanted to hang out and ‘do nothing’, had not once suggested to take a ride with the Impala and watch the sunset while sipping beer as they sat on the hood of the car. The only thing that was the same, were them staying over at each other’s houses, doing homework together and their movie night on Friday. 

At least, Castiel thought.

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for @izzybabewoods bc she made this post and she asked nicely and i love her!


Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

Magnus looks up from the old book he’s been reading for the past few hours and at the clock on the wall as it strikes twelve. Alec was supposed to be home by now, but Magnus hadn’t heard from him for hours - on Alec’s ‘paperwork nights’, it was rare for even half an hour to pass without him getting a text from Alec.

With a sigh, Magnus puts down the book and reaches for his phone instead. He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting. Maybe a text telling him that Alec is on his way, or maybe a heads up that he’ll be late. But the only thing on Magnus’ screen is the two texts he and Alec exchanged a few hours earlier.

I only have a handful of reports left to go through - I should be done in an hour. I can’t wait to get home to you. I love you.

Okay, I’ll wait up. I love you too ❤️

It’s not like Alec to be late without letting Magnus know. In fact, it has only happened once or twice in the time they’ve been together, and it’s always meant that either Alec or one of his siblings had gotten themselves into a life threatening situation.

After a few unanswered texts and a call that went straight to voicemail, Magnus gets up from his chair. He’s not going to let himself worry too much before actually checking if everything is alright, but he can’t stop the knot that’s building in his stomach.

He pauses for a moment, checking his wards to make sure he hasn’t somehow missed Alec’s presence before waving his hand to create a portal.

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ambitiouswitch17  asked:

Imagine Tony don't liking to be close/being touched by Steve after CW but the guys keeps insisting until Natasha calls him out on it (Protective Natasha, please!)

Oh, I like it! I struggle a lot with Nat’s role in CW (to be fair, I struggle with everyone’s roles in CW), but I’m gonna try :) Here goes nothing: 

It doesn’t start in New York. By the time they finally get back to New York–it takes three months longer than Natasha initially expected–she’s already close to the end of her rope, only the merciless training of her childhood keeping her from completely losing it. Because Wakanda may be a nice place, a pleasant exile even, but she has to spend five months listening to Lang’s whining, Clint’s endless complaints, Steve’s tragically upset stares into nothingness–or at a phone that doesn’t ring, and really, she could’ve told him that from the start–and Wanda’s temper tantrums.

Also the amount of biting replies she swallows down ought to have killed her by now. They were poisonous enough for sure.

So getting back to New York, to their old compound, is a relief. It means Natasha can avoid the others for weeks if she tries–and boy does she try, she’s seen far too much of them lately. It helps. The lack of a golden cage helps all of them, eases some of the tension, but it doesn’t solve any of their problems.

And there are problems, and not just between Tony and the others, or her and the others either. There are a lot of issues that have never been resolved, arguments they couldn’t have when they were all scooped up in Wakanda and unable to stay out of each other’s way for long. Coming back, signing documents that are pointedly not called The Revised Accords, it’s like slapping a bandage on an inflamed wound so you don’t have to look at it anymore, and hope it will heal.

But every now and then they accidentally brush against said untreated wound and the pain flares up again, reminding everyone that it’s there and it’s staying.

Like when Clint calls Laura and she lets it go to voicemail. Or when Sam tries to ask about how Rhodey is doing without making it awkward, and fails spectacularly. Or when Tony flinches away from Steve.

It’s only the last one though that really gets Natasha’s blood boiling. It’s there right from the start, when Tony symbolically shakes Steve’s hand, and even though he’s smiling, his body is all tense muscles ready to jump. It doesn’t get better after that.

There are moments where Steve tries to reach out that are almost physically painful to watch. When he rests a hand on Tony’s shoulder and the poor man almost jumps out of his skin for example (they’ve lost a lot off cups to that particular move). Or when Steve always picks the seat closest to Tony, only to have Tony be tense and defensive thorough the whole meeting. The list goes on.

Steve isn’t doing it out of cruelty, that much Natasha is willing to grant him. He’s honestly, desperately trying to fix things between them, bridge the unacknowledged gap in the team. He’s apologised multiple times–and he’s meant every word of it. But the thing is? Regret isn’t going to change the past.

And Steve, Steve is so focused on fixing, he doesn’t even seem to realise that all he really does when using force, is break. Because it’s so clear, written all over Tony’s face and body language, how uncomfortable he is, and yet Steve keeps pushing and pushing, for a resolution that can’t happen by backing Tony into a corner.

The issue comes to a head when Steve tries to hand Tony a plate with a piece of apple pie. It’s an innocent enough action on the surface, but Natasha can see Tony literally freezing in place. And really, it’s anything but innocent in every way that matters.

“Grow up, Stark!” Clint mutters from somewhere behind her, and really, that’s not helping. She’s going to kick his ass for that later. “Just take the damn plate!”

Tony doesn’t though. His wide eyes flicker back and forth between the plate Steve’s holding out with a pleading expression and the door he’s probably thinking of escaping. Being put on the spot like that only makes it worse, makes the slight tremble in his hands more visible and Natasha’s had enough.

“Give me that!” she snaps, rips the plate out of Steve’s hand and throws it onto the ground. The plate shatters. Steve gapes at her but she doesn’t even let him get the question out. “I’m sick of this shit you’re pulling here!” she continues in a righteous fury that’s been building up for six months. 

“You need to back up, Steve! I don’t care how many times you’ve tried to reach out to Tony, you don’t have a right towards his friendship or his trust and you’ve done fucking shit to earn it! You need to learn to respect his feelings instead of bulldozing past them just because they don’t happen to suit you! Because you know what happens when you push? This!” She points at the mess of pie and shards at her feet. “And you know what you do when you make a mess? You apologise and clean it up! And you don’t use force to do it!”

She’s breathing hard by the end of her rant, but when she turns around to face Tony, the hesitant smile on her face is genuine. “Let’s get out of here,” she says, and it’s a question filled with all the things she hasn’t been able to voice.

Tony doesn’t reach for her the way he used to, stays out of her reach, but he smiles, just as hesitantly, and nods. “Lead the way,” he says, and they’ve got a lot to talk about and even more to work through, but it’s a start.

“Aren’t you gonna clean that up?” Clint yells somewhere behind them. Natasha doesn’t even bother to turn around.

“I haven’t seen anyone else taking responsibility for the mess they’ve made,” she throws over her shoulder with all the sugary pleasantness of a Black Widow about to reveal her true face. “Why should I?”

There’s no answer but then she didn’t expect one anyways.

in which flash lives in a fancy house and peter and michelle are far too dorky for their own good. parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, NINE (this one!)

  • okay, so like. mj always knew that flash was wealthy, you know. he drives a really fancy car and he wears an expensive watch. his hair is always styled in that…rich dude way. but she’s never really had to face how wealthy he truly is until she’s driving deep into the suburbs, surrounded on either side by houses that keep getting larger and more grandiose.
  • ned is in the back just, gawking. “that house is the size of my apartment building!” “oh my goodness, is that a fountain?” “that car has a rolls royce just parked in the driveway!” and ned’s gasping breaths are the soundtrack to their car ride because peter’s phone died and they don’t know the radio stations this far out of the city.
  • when they finally pull up to his house, there is a large driveway that leads up to an even larger house. cars are lined up and down the block and they seem some people from school walking up the driveway. mj parks around the corner and takes a deep breath. she turns around to look at ned and betty and smiles, “ready?”
  • when she looks back at peter, he has the odd look on his face that she doesn’t really want to deal with right now. “ready, loser?” she asks him. and before he can answer, she opens the car door and stretches. when she walks around the car, peter is waiting for her. “ready as ever.” he answers.
  • she can’t help it so she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arm around her waist. they walk like that to the party, peter snug under her arm and him pulling her close.
  • she ignores the smug look on ned’s face when he wiggles his eyebrows at her. she just turns and looks straight ahead, allowing herself to enjoy the feel of his fingers squeezing at her waist.

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Breakdown

Requested: can you do one where shawn has a mental breakdown and you have to calm him down

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

Your name: submit What is this?

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“Y/n,” You hear Andrew’s voice shouting from the front of the bus. You don’t know why he’s yelling, but he sounds frantic.

You tell your sister, “I have to go. I’ll call you back later.” And you hang up the phone before even giving her a chance to say goodbye as you slide out of your bunk. You’re currently on tour with Shawn because he had asked you to come along, but you miss your family just like he misses his when he’s gone. Whenever Shawn’s busy working, you often take that time to call or FaceTime your family or friends back home. Shawn is currently doing his meet and greet, so you had decided to stay on the bus to talk to your sister over the phone.

As soon as your toes touch the ground, Andrew appears at the end of the hall. “Y/n, there you are!” He practically screams, which slightly startles you because you’re not very far from him, so you don’t really understand why he’s shouting so loudly. “Come with me,” He says, turning around and practically running out of the bus. You’re confused, but decide to not ask any questions as you rush after him.

“Shawn’s freaking out. I think everything’s just been too much lately.” Andrew tells you, while practically jogging into the venue.

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Night Walks - Part 1

Summary: You like to take late night walks to de-stress, you meeet a stranger named Bucky who does the same.

Prompt(s): Okay I’m combining two: pandarosita: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky? and an anon request for 64.

93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
94. “I had a bad dream again.”
Bonus: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”

Warnings: angsty reader

Word Count: 3093

Author’s Note: Ah fuck. I sort of hate this but I just need to post it to get it out of my head, so here you go. Enjoy the angst. I’ll post part 2 tonight when I get to my next hotel. 

Side note, please do not interpret this as me advising taking careless late night walks. Be safe, know your surroundings if you must.

Originally posted by sssmcdlove


You’d always been a night owl, preferring the quiet dark when everyone was asleep over the busy days in too small a home with too many people. You liked the calm stillness that fell at night when everything finally just… stopped.

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anonymous asked:

I draw a lot of people with four arms and I'm not a great artist so I was wondering how you'd do that sort of thing and make it make sense, anatomy-wise

This is one of the most interesting requests I’ve ever gotten, so thank you for that!

Before I start, let me state the obvious;

Technically, there is no ‘anatomically correct’ when it comes to people with four arms - since it is not possible for humans to have it the way we represent it in art. But! That doesn’t mean there are ways to make it look anatomically believable. And this is what I will try to do.

1. We’ll start of with a simple picture of a bare back with stretched arms - as it is here you will place the four extra arms. (If you meant to only have one pair of extra arms, don’t worry, this tutorial would still be the same. As would it be with six extra arms as well.) The first tip I will give you is to draw the ‘normal’ arms first! Have them ready before you you draw the extras.

Now, let’s study how the ‘anatomy’ should work…

2. Notice how the ‘motion’ fo the back is. Those orange arrows show what direction the extra arms should be facing. This way, it’ll look more natural. Note that the shoulders, shoulder-blades and hip area are off limits to extra arms. If you place them here, it will look incredibly unnatural.

3. The best idea is to place the arms as close as possible in a similar ‘pattern’. This example shows the best areas for four extra arms. Now, if you only want two, I recommend you place them under the shoulder-blades. If it’s six, place the extras between the shoulder blades. If it’s eight, place the extras on the lower back. This way it will be the most believable. Realistically, of course, this wouldn’t work - but there are ways to trick your eyes.

4. Add the arms and… bam! There you have it; arms on the back. If you need help on how to draw arms, here’s a tutorial I’ve made on them.

5. Do some practices. My tip is is to draw each arm differently; make sure they’re all in motion. Of course, realistically, the arms would get tired after a while - but let’s not over-think it, shall we? It’s very important to draw each arm differently as it will say a lot about the character and give more life to them. If you simply copy/paste identical arms you’ll notice how much more stiff and artificial it will look. I’ll show Usui as an example;

Here you can see the arms have been copy/pasted. It doesn’t really look natural, does it? In this case this is a good thing; for Usui is not human and we can tell by the arms alone that it looks unnatural. So - both methods can be used. Just be careful with how you use them.

6. One thing you can never forget, however, is the silhouette. Make sure it all looks visually appealing as one shape, or else it will look like a confusing mess. One way to check this is to zoom out or to fill it all in black to see how it looks as a bundle.

7. Be aware of a mess when you draw several arms. It will look terribly confusing at first, but give it a chance. I suggest you be as messy as you possibly can and think of the silhouette first, then the anatomy. Don’t worry about how cleans it looks, because…

8. It will be OK in the end. <3 If you draw traditionally, make sure to sketch your arm with a gentle grip. If digitally, remember; there’s always another layer.

And that’s what I have to say about that! Hope it helped.

Home, Sweet Home...

A/N: No one asked for this. I just wanted to write it. Enjoy, fellow sinners.

Scenario: You arrive home from work to find Jungkook in your bedroom masturbating with your underwear on his face.

Word Count: ~960


You walked through the front door and nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Work was usually tiring enough, but today was…well, let’s just say you didn’t want to talk about today. You dropped all your bags on the floor, dragging your feet to the kitchen where you swiped a bottle from the fridge. You opened it, leaning against the nearby counter as you chugged its contents down. Out of the corner of your eye do you spot a foil-wrapped plate on the dining table. You smiled, remembering Jungkook’s text telling you not to worry about dinner tonight; he had it covered. You were more tired than hungry right now, however, so you put the plate in the fridge. Better to save it for tomorrow when you had an appetite.

You looked around for your boyfriend, spotting his bags on the carpet near the couch and television. He was probably asleep, knowing that there was no use waiting since you were working overtime tonight. Just thinking about the word ‘sleep’ seemed to trigger the yawn you let out as you decided that some of that was in order right now. Bottle in hand, you walk through the living room to the hallway that led to you and Jungkook’s bedroom for your much-deserved snooze. However, as you exited the living room, you spotted something slightly unusual.

It was Jungkook’s Timberlands, right before the corner to the hallway, thrown aside. You immediately got annoyed, as you’d talked to him about leaving shoes near the door months ago. Sighing, you put down your drink and walked over to pick up his shoes to put them where they belonged. As you did, you spotted his socks just at the beginning of the hallway. You became infuriated. “Oh c’mon, Jungkook, the laundry’s right in the room!” You muttered to yourself. “You couldn’t even make it there?” Putting his socks in his shoes, you walked back towards the front door. Annoyed, you snatch your beverage from where you left it. If he was up, you were going to have a few words with him. As you looked down the hall, the expression on your face changed to what you could only describe as surprise for what you saw.

There, laid out in a trail of sorts, were Jungkook’s clothes, scattered across the hall: socks at your end, his leather belt next, then his jeans, only partially unzipped. At the very end of the hall was Jungkook’s white button-up, completely opened and pointing towards your bedroom door that was left slightly open.

You managed to let out a chuckle as you slowly walked down the hall. You decided to let him off the hook, as he didn’t usually make messes like this; he probably just had a bad day at work and wanted to get some sleep. Besides, cuddling up to your sleeping, shirtless boyfriend until you fell asleep? Bonus. With a giddy smirk on your face, you carefully opened the door as to not wake up a sleeping Jungkook…

…but he definitely wasn’t asleep.

Jungkook was sitting up in his underwear on the bed, against the wall, jerking himself off. His face was covered by the dark silhouette of you standing in the hallway, but not much else was left to the imagination as the dim light of the shined a wide ray on his body. His hand was aggressively pumping his stiff, exposed cock pointing up from his boxers, his hips occasionally thrusting upwards. His large, muscular thighs flexed at motion of his hips, shaking at the amount of force he put with each thrust. Then your eyes wandered up to his core as you saw his tense muscles glistening, the sweat on his abs trailing to his sides before falling on to the sheets. Your gaze continued upward towards his chest, stopping as you couldn’t help but stare at his pecs, cut and moving with his shallow breathing as another bead of sweat dripped down between them. His entire body seemed to be invested in the act and you couldn’t do anything but drop your jaw at the site.

This wasn’t the first time you’d seen him masturbate, he’d done it in front of you plenty of times. But, something about this time was different. He was being a lot more…intense. You were already speechless at the sight but, as you looked closer at his face in the darkness, you noticed he was holding something to it in his other hand: it was a pair of your underwear, balled up and pressed closely under his nose. He quietly inhaled, moaning right afterwards at your scent as the hand on his cock seemed to move faster.

“Jungkook, what are you-,” you started.

Jungkook’s eyes shot open at the sound of your voice as he stopped everything he was doing and stared at you. An awkward air of silence hung in the room as you stared each other in the eye.

And it would’ve remained that way if he hadn’t done what he did next.

Jungkook cracked a smirk at you as he unwrapped the pair of your underwear in his hand, putting it completely on his face. He kicked his head back as he moaned even louder than before, this time while saying your name, as he placed both hands around the shaft. He turned his hips slightly to the side, towards you standing in the doorway, as he began milking his stiff, throbbing cock even harder than before.

At that sight, you dropped the bottle in your hands as you made your way towards him. You playfully thought that this might’ve been what he’d meant by having dinner ‘covered’ when you got home tonight. And, well…

…you were feeling a bit hungry for something after what he’d just shown you.  

Transcription of “history of japan”

welcome to my night, where i basically sat down for a whole hour typing this entire thing down. wtf am i even doing. 

———

Japan is an island by the sea, filled with volcanos and its 

♪ beautiful 

In the year negative a billion; Japan might not have been here.

In the year negative forty thousand; it was here and you could walk to it, and some people walked to it.
Then it got warmer some icebergs melted and it became an island, and now theres lots of 

♪ trees ♪

because its warmer. 

So now there’s people on the island that’s basically just hanging out in between the mountains, eating nuts off trees and using the latest technology like 

stones and bowls.

Ding dong ♪

It’s the outside world and they have technology from the future like, really good metal and crazy rice farms. 

Now you can make a lot of rice, really, really quickly. 

That means if you own a farm

you own a lot of food,

which is something everybody needs to 

SURVIVE. 

So that makes you king. 

Rice farming and rice kingdoms spread across the land all the way to here.

The most important kingdoms were,

  • here
  • here
  • here
  • here
  • here, 
  • here 
  • and here.

But this one was the most, most important.

Ruled by a heavenly superperson 

or Emperor for short. 

knock knock.  

get the door,  its 

♪ religion

The new prince wants everyone to try this hot new religion from

Baekje.

Please try this religion.” he said. 

No” said everybody.

♪ Try it ♪”  he said.

“No” said everybody again, quieter this time. 

And so, the religion was put into place and all the rules that came with it. 

Then the government was taken over by another clique and they made some reforms like,

  • making the Government govern more. 
  • And making the Government more like China’s Government, which is a Government that governs more. 

“Hi China.” they said.

”Hi dipshit.” said China.

can you call us something else other than dipshit?” said Japan. 

Like what?” said China.

♪How about sunrise land ♪” said Japan. 

And they stole China’s alphabet and wrote a book. 

‘bout themselves. 

And then they made lots of poetry and art and another book about themselves.

Then they stopped moving the capital every time the emperor died and kept it in one place for awhile. 

~right here~

and they conquered the north, finally. 

Get that squared away.

A rich hipster named Kukai is bored with modern buddhism, visits China and learns a better version which is more  

♪Spiritual

comes back, reinvents the alphabet and causes art and literature to be  

♪great

for a long time.  

And the royal palace turned into such a dream world of art that they really didn’t give a shit about running the country.  

So if you lived outside the palace how are you supposed to protect your shit, from criminals

♪ h i r e   a   s a m u r a i  ♪

Everyone started hiring Samurai. 

  • rich, important people hired samurai.
  • poor people who could not afford to hire samurai did not hire samurai

The samurai became organised and powerful. 

More powerful than the government. 

So they made their own military government 

~here~ 

They let the “Emperor” still be “Emperor” but the Shogun is actually in control. 

Breaking news! 

The Mongols have invaded China!

We’ve invaded China.” said the Mongols. “Please respect us or else we might invade you as well.

okay.” said Japan. 

So the Mongols came over, ready for war and– 

died in a tornado(typhoon). 

But they tried again, and had a nice time fighting with the Japanese but then– 

died in a tornado(typhoon). 

Then the Emperor overthrows the Shogunate and Shogunate overthrows them back and moves to Kyoto and makes a new Shogunate. 

And the “Emperor” can still dress like an Emperor if he wants. 

That’s fine. 

♪ now there’s more art  

  • like painting with less colours 
  • collaborative poetry
  • plays
  • monkey fun
  • tea parties 
  • gardening 
  • architecture
  • FLOWERS.

its time for– 

~who’s going to be the next shogun?~

Usually its the Shogun’s kid.
But the Shogun doesn’t have a kid so he tries to get his brother to quit being a Monk and be the next Shogun.  

He says “ok"

But then shogun has a kid. 

So now who’s it gonna be?

~vote now on your phones!~

And everyone voted so hard that the palace caught on fire and burned down. 

The Shogun actually didn’t care

he was off somewhere doing poetry. 

And the whole country broke into pieces.
Everyone is fighting with each other for local power and 

its anybody’s game.

knock knock. 

its Europe. 

No, they’re not here to take over (yet)
They just wanna sell some shit, like clocks and guns

and ♪ Jesus

so thats cool.  

but everyone’s still fighting each other for control. 

~now with guns~

and wouldn’t it be nice to control the capital?  
Which right now is puppets with no one controlling them

This clan is ready to make a run for it.
But first, they have to trample this smaller clan which is in the way.  

~surprise~

smaller clan wins and the leader of that clan steals the idea of invading the capital and invades the capital and it goes very well.  

He’s about halfway through conquering Japan when someone who works for him, kills him and then someone else who works for him, kills them 

and that guy finishes conquering Japan.  

and then he confiscated everybody’s swords, and made some rules.  

“and now I’m going to invade Korea, and then hopefully China” 

he said and failed and also died.  

But before he died he told these five guys to take care of his five year old son until he’s old enough to be the next ruler of japan

And the five guys said,  

“yeah, right. its not gonna be this kid, its gonna be one of us, cuz we’re grown ups.“ 

And it’s probably gonna be this guy who happens to be way more rich and powerful than the others. 

A lot of people support him but a lot of people support not supporting him. They have a fight, and he wins and starts a new Government

right here. 

♪ Edo

and he still lets the Emperor dress like an “Emperor” and have very nice things. But don’t get confused, this is the new government and they’re very strict. 

So strict they closed the country

No one can leave and no one can come in

Except for the dutch because they wanna buy and sell shit but they have to do it right here

Now that the entire country is not at war with itself,
the population increased a lot. 

  • business increased 
  • schools were built
  • roads were built 
  • everyone learnt to read
  • books were published 
  • there was poetry
  • plays
  • sexy times
  • puppet shows 

and dutch studies.

People started to study European science from books they bought from the Dutch

we’re talking– 

  • geography, 
  • skeletons, 
  • physics, 
  • chemistry, 
  • astronomy,  
  • and maybe even electricity. 

Over time the economic and cultural prosperity began to gradually slow do–

knock knock. 

its the united states.
with huge boats with guns, 

gunboats. 

“open the country. Stop having it be closed.”
said the United States. 

Theres really nothing they could do so they signed a contract that lets United States, Britain and Russia visit Japan anytime they want. 

Chōshū and Satsuma hated this. 

“that sucks.” they said. 

“this sucks!!!!” 

And with almost very little outside help, they overthrew the shogunate and somehow made the emperor the emperor again and moved him to Edo which they renamed, Eastern Capital

they made a new government which was a lot more western. 

they made a new constitution that was pretty western. 

and a military that was pretty western. 

And did you know what else was western?
Thats right, its conquering stuff. 

So what can we conquer?
Korea, they conquered Korea. 

Taking it from its previous owner, China.
and then go a little bit further and Russia rushes in out of nowhere and says, 

“stop, no, you can’t take that.
We were gonna build a railroad through here to try to get some warm water.” 

and Russia builds their railroad supervised by a shit ton of soldiers. 

and then when the railroad was done they downgraded to a fuck ton. 

Did i say downgrade?

I meant upgrade. 

And Japan says, 

“can you maybe chill?”

and russia says, 

“How About Maybe You Chill?” 

Japan is kinda scared of Russia.
You’ll never guess who’s also kinda scared of Russia. 

Great Britain. 

So Japan and Great Britain make an alliance together so they can be 

a little less scared of Russia. 

Feeling confident, Japan goes to war against Russia.
Just for a moment.
and then they both get tired and stop. 

♪ it’s time for World War 1 

The World is about to -Have A War-

Because its the nineteen hundreds and weapons are getting crazy.
and all these Empires are excited to try them out on each other. 

Meanwhile Japan has been enjoying conquering stuff and wants– 

more. 

and the next thing on their list is this part of China and lots of tiny islands

And all of that stuff belongs to Germany which just had war declared on by Britain because Britain is friends with Belgium which is being trespassed by Germany in order to get to France to kick France’s ass because France is friends with Russia who is getting ready to kick Austria’s ass because Austria is getting ready to kick Serbia’s ass because someone from Serbia shot the leader of Austria’s ass or– 

actually shot on the head. 

and Britain is currently friends with Japan so you know what that means. 

Duh, ♪ Japan should take the islands 

which they wanted to do anyway. 

So they called Britain on the tele(gram) to sort of let them know.
and then they did it, and they also helped Britain a little here and there with some errands and stuff. 

Now the war is over. 

Congratulations japan!

You technically fought in the war, which means you get to sit at the negotiating table with the big dudes where they decided who owns what. 

And yes, Japan gets to keep all that shit they stole from Germany, you also get to join the, Post-War Mega alliance– 

♪ the League of Nations 

Whose mission statement is to try not to take over the world. 

The great depression is bad and Japan’s economy is now crappy.  
But the military is doing just fine and it invades Manchuria and the league of nation’s just like– 

“No don’t do that, if you’re in the league of nations you’re not supposed to take over the world.”  

and Japan said “♪ How bout I do anyway? ” 

And Japan invaded more and more and more and, more of China.  

and was planning to invade the entire east!

~You got mail~

Its from Germany.
the new leader of Germany,
he has a cool moustache
and he’s trying to take over the world

and needs friends. 

This also got forwarded to Italy, 

they all decided to be friends because they had so much in common. 

♪ it’s time for World War 2 

Germany is invading the neighbours.
Then they invade the neighbour’s neighbours.
Then the neighbour’s neighbour’s neighbours who happened to be Britain said, “holy shiit”
and United States started helping Britain because they are  

♪ good friends 

and started not helping Japan because  

♪ their friends and our friends are not friends 

plus they’re planning on invading the entire ocean 

The united states is also working on a large very huge bomb.

bigger than any other bomb, ever™.  

Just in case.  

But they still haven’t joined the war.  
War looks bad on TV and united states has really started to care about their image. 

But then Japan spits on them in Hawaii,

and challenges them to war. 

and they say yes, and then Germany

as a symbol of friendship, 

declares war on the United States also.  

So the United States goes to war in Europe.
and they help the gang chase Germany back into Germany.  
and they also start chasing Japan back into Japan.
And they haven’t used the bomb yet and are curious to see if it works.  

So they dropped it on japan.  

they actually dropped two. 

United States installed a new Government, inspired by the United States Government.  
with just the right ingredients for a 

♪ post-war economic miracle 

And Japan starts making  

  • TVs  
  • VCRs
  • automobiles 
  • and camcorders 

as fast as they can and also better than everybody else.

they get rich and the economy goes wild and then the miracle wears off.

But everything’s still pretty cool i guess. 

♪ bye 

——–

i did it. Thank you Bill Wurtz for this wonderful masterpiece. 

BECAUSE–

also p.s.: i sincerely apologise if someone has already made a whole transcript of this. pls u can hire a samurai against me if u wan 2 ;A;

Perfect

Pairing: You/Finn Balor

Summary: For years you’ve known you were Finn’s so why haven’t you ever said anything? This is 2704 words of soulmate/soulmark au because every fandom needs its soul!fics

You’re messing around in the ring with Sami like you guys used to do in PWG. Just flying around and showing off even though it’s only to each other. You’d really missed just goofing around with your buddy and you’ve been having a blast. So much so that you haven’t noticed the adhesive patch that usually covers your soulmark is now lying somewhere by one of the turnbuckles. So when you’re done and you’re both lying on the mat panting, you don’t think anything of star fishing out, arms akimbo, just getting your breath back. 

“Uhm. You might want to cover your wrist”

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  • Baby: J-J-J
  • Mom: Come on you can do it. Juice?
  • Baby: Ja- Ja-Japan is an island by the sea filled with volcanoes and it's 🎶beautiful🎶. In the year negative a billion Japan might not have been here. In the year negative fourty thousand it was here and you could walk to it, and some people walked to it. Then it got warmer, some ice burgs melted, it became an island, and now there's lots of trees! because it's warmer. So now there's people on the island, they're basically sort of hanging out in between the mountains eating nuts off trees and using the latest technology like stones and bowls. Ding dong, it's the outside world and they have technology from the future (bronze age) like really good metal and c r a z y r i c e f a r m s. Now you can make A LOT of rice like really really quickly. That means if you own the farm you own a lot of food which is something everybody needs to SURVIVE. So that makes you king. Rice farming and rice kingdoms spread across the land. All the way to here. The most important kingdoms were here(hi), here(chikushi), here(izumo), here(kibi), here(yamato), here(koshi), and here(kenu). But this one (yamato) was the most most important, ruled by a "heavenly superperson" called (emperor) for short. Knock knock. Get the door, it's RELIGION. The new prince (prince shotoku) wants everyone to try this hot new religion (buddhism) from Baekj. "Please try this religion." He said. "No." Said everybody. "Try iiiittt" He said. "No." Said everybody again, quieter this time. And so the religion was put into place and all the rules that came with it. Then the government was taken over by a new clique and they made some reforms (Taika Reforms) like -making the government govern more and -making the government more like China's government, which is a government that governs more. "Hi China." They said. "Hi dipshit." (hi "wa"(dwarf)) Said China. "Can you call us something else, other than dipshit?" Said Japan. "Like what?" Said China. "🎶How about sunrise land?🎶" (nihon) (Japan) and so they stole China's alphabet and wrote a book about themselves. And then they made lots of poetry and art and another book about themselves. Then they stopped moving the capital every time the emperor died and kept it in one place for awhile. Right here (kyoto). And they conquered the north finally. Get that squared away. A rich hipster named kukai is bored with modern buddhism, visits china, and learns a better version (zen buddhism) which is more 🎶spiritual🎶. He goes back, reinvents the alphabet, and causes art and literature to be 🎶great🎶 for a long time and the rural palace turned into such a dream world of art that they really didn't give a shit about running the country. So if you live outside the palace, how are you supposed to protect your shit from criminals? 🎶Hire a samurai🎶. Everyone started hiring samurai. Correction - rich important people hired samurai. Poor people who could not afford to hire samurai did not hire samurai. The samurai became organised and powerful. More powerful than the government. So they made their own military government here. They let the emperor still be "emperor" but the shogun is actually in control. BREAKING NEWS the Mongols have invaded China. "We've invaded China" said the Mongols, "Please respect us or else we might invade you as well." "Okay" said Japan. So the Mongols came over, ready for war. Then died in a tornado. But they tried again and had a nice time fighting with the Japanese but then died in a tornado. Then the emperor overthrows the shogunate, then the shogunate overthrows him back then moves to kyoto and makes a new shogunate (ashikaga shogunate). The "emperor" can still dress like an emperor if he wants that's fine. 🎶Now there's more art🎶. Like painting with less colors, collaborative poetry, plays, monkey fun, tea parties, gardening, architecture, flowers. It's time for "who's going to be the next shogun?" Usually it's the shogun's kid, but the shogun doesn't have a kid. So he tries to get his brother to quit being a monk and be the next shogun, he says "✔ok." But then the shogun has a kid, so now who's it gonna be? Vote now on your phones, and everyone voted so hard (onin war) that the palace caught on fire and burned down. The shogun actually didn't care, he was off somewhere doing poetry. And the whole country broke into pieces (sengoku jidai). Everyone is fighting with each other for local power and it's anybody's game. Knock knock, it's Europe. No, they're not here to take over (yet). They just wanna sell some shit. Like clocks and guns and 🎶jesus🎶. So that's cool, but everyone's still fighting each other for control. Now with guns!! and wouldn't it be nice to control the capital (kyoto)? Which right now is puppets with no one controlling them. This clan (imagawa) is ready to make a run for it, but first they have to trample this smaller clan (oda) which is in the way. Surprise! the smaller clan wins and the leader of that clan (oda nobunaga) steals the idea of invading the capital and invades the capital. And it goes very well 👍. He's about halfway through conquering Japan when someone who works for him kills him, then someone else who works for him kills them. And that guy (toyotomi hideyoshi) finishes conquering Japan. And then he confiscated everybody's swords. And made some rules (no having a sword (or a gun) no climbing the social ladder pay taxes). "and now I'm going to invade korea and then hopefully china" he said and failed, and also died. But before he died he told these five guys (council of 5 elders) (ukita hideie, uesugi kagekatsu, mori terumoto, tokugawa ieyasu, maeda toshiie) to take care of his five-year-old son until he's old enough to be the next ruler of Japan. And the five guys said, "Yeah, right. It's not gonna be this kid. It's gonna be one of us. Cuz we're grownups. And it's probably gonna be this guy (tokugawa ieyasu) who happens to be way more rich and powerful than the others. A lot of people support him, but a lot of people support not supporting him. They have a fight and he wins. And starts a new government right here, 🎶Edo🎶 and he still lets the "emperor" dress like an emperor and have very nice things, but don't get confused, this is the new government (tokugawa family) and they're very strict. So strict they closed the country. (sakoku 鎖国 closed country) No one can leave and no one can come in. Except for the Dutch if they wanna buy and sell shit, but they have to do it right here (dejima). Now that the entire country was not at war with itself, the population increased a lot, business increased, schools were built, roads were built, everyone learned to read, books were published, there was poetry, plays, sexy times, puppet shows, and dutch studies. People started to study european science from books they bought from the dutch. We're talking geography, skeletons, physics, chemistry, astronomy, and maybe even electricity. Over time, the economic and cultural prosperity began to gradually slow down. Knock knock. It's the United States. With huge boats. With guns. Gunboats. "Open the country. Stop having it be closed." Said the United States. There's really nothing they can do so they signed a contract that lets the united states, britain, and russia visit japan any time they want. choshu and satsuma hated this 👎. "That sucks." They said. "This sucks!!!" and with almost very little outside help, they overthrew the shogunate (boshin war) and somehow made the emperor (emperor meiji) emperor again and moved him to Eto which they renamed "Eastern Capital". They made a new government, which was "a lot more western" (-new york times review). They made a new constitution (meiji constitution) that was pretty western. And a military that was pretty western (large). And do you know what else is Western? That's right, it's conquering stuff. So what can we conquer? Korea. So they conquered Korea. Taking it from its previous owner, china, and then got a little further and Russia rushes in out of nowhere and says, "stop, no, you can't take that we were gonna build a railroad through here to try to get some warm water." and Russia builds their railroad, supervised by a shit ton of soldiers. And then when the railroad was done they downgraded to A FUCK TON. Did I say downgrade? I meant upgrade. And Japan says "can you maybe chill?" and then Russia says "How About Maybe You Chill?" Japan is kinda scared of Russia. You'll never guess who's also kinda scared of Russia. Great Britain! So Japan and Great Britain make an alliance so they can be "a little less scared of Russia". Feeling confident, Japan goes to war against Russia (russo-japanese war) just for a moment and then they both get tired and stop. 🎶it's time for World War 1🎶 The World is about to Have A War. Cuz it's the 1900s and weapons are getting crazy and all these empires are excited to try them out on each other. Meanwhile, Japan has been enjoying conquering stuff and wants MORE. the next thing on their list is this part of China (qingdao) and lots of tiny islands (palau, marianas, carolines, marshall islands). But all that stuff belongs to Germany, who just had war declared on them from Britain because Britain was friends with Belgium which was being trespassed by Germany so they could get to France to kick France's ass because France is friends with Russia who is getting ready to kick Austria's ass because Austria was just about to kick Serbia's ass because someone from Serbia shot the leader of Austria's ass. Or... actually they shot him in the head. And Britain is currently friends with Japan, so you know what that means. Duh. 🎶japan should take the islands🎶 which they wanted to do anyway. So they called Britain on the tele(gram) to sort of let them know (can we take the islands thanks). Then they did it. And they also helped Britain a little here and there with some errands and stuff. Now the war is over and congratulations Japan! you technically fought in the war which means you get to sit at the negotiating table (paris peace conference) with the big dudes where they decided who owns what. And yes, Japan gets to keep all that shit they stole from Germany. You also get to join the post-war mega alliance 🎶the League of Nations🎶 whose mission statement is to try not to take over the world. The great depression is bad and Japan's economy is now crappy. But the military is doing just fine and it invades manchuria. And the League of Nations is like, "no, don't do that, if you're in the league of nations you're not supposed to take over the world!" and Japan said 🎶"how bout i do anyway?"🎶 and Japan invaded more and more and more and more of China. and was planning to invade the entire East. You've got mail! It's from Germany, the new leader of Germany. He has a cool mustache and he's trying to take over the world and needs friends. This also got forwarded to Italy. They all decided to be friends because they had so much in common. 🎶it's time for World War 2! (the sequel)🎶 Germany is invading the neighbors then they invade the neighbor's neighbors then the neighbor's neighbor's neighbors who happen to be Britain said 🎶"holy shit"🎶 and the United States started helping Britain because they're 🎶good friends🎶 and they started not helping Japan because 🎶"their friends and our friends are not friends" "plus they're planning on invading the entire ocean"🎶 the United States is also working on a large very huge bomb (atom bomb). "bigger than any other bomb, ever™" just in case. But they still haven't joined the war. War looks bad on TV and the United States is really starting to care about their image. But then Japan spits on them in Hawaii (pearl harbor) and then challenges them to war. They say yes. And then Germany, as a symbol of friendship ❤, declares war on the United States also. So the United States goes to war in Europe. And they help the gang chase Germany back into Germany and they also start chasing Japan back into Japan. And they haven't used the bomb yet, and they're curious to see if it works. So they drop it on Japan (hiroshima). They actually dropped two (nagasaki). The United States installed a new government inspired by the United States government. With just the right ingredients for a 🎶post-war economic miracle🎶 and Japan starts making TVs, VCRs, automobiles, and camcorders as fast as they can and also better than everybody else. They get rich. And the economy goes wild. And then the miracle wears off. But everything is still pretty cool I guess. 🎶Bye🎶
"Scars"

Keith hadn’t seen any of Shiro’s unclothed skin since he’d returned from galra imprisonment. He hadn’t really noticed the change at first, but as they continued living in a castle that didn’t exactly have a stable thermostat is when Keith began to worry about Shiro’s refusal to show skin.

Keith remembered their time at the Garrison when Shiro would strip off his tank-top when they’d exercise or spar together. He remembered when the other man would study in Keith’s dormitory, his sleeves rolled up and collar unbuttoned. He remembered Shiro never being afraid to hide his skin from him as he was now.

It became more and more blatantly obvious when the others would never be afraid shed clothes when the time was appropriate. Lance would even walk around half-naked for no other reason than to impress the two girls in their living space. Even Allura every once in awhile would donn a dress with shorter sleeves when the unstable castle threw them through a heat wave. But no matter the heat or when the team would simply relax with rolled sleeves and pants, Shiro never removed his suit, vest, or even glove. It was even to the point that Keith would feel the suffocating heat intensify just by looking at his hardly disguised discomfort.

It wasn’t until Lance tried to invite him to the pool (that thank God Pidge and Hunk had fixed to finally be accessible to) that Keith decided he needed to know from Shiro himself what was wrong.

The others were excited to have a day off, all stripped down to their swimwear. Lance had been the one to suggest they all have a team bonding experience. This all more than likely was a thinly veiled excuse to see Allura and Pidge in swimsuits, but Keith couldn’t help but follow along anyway. The team deserved it, he supposed.

The atmosphere changed completely when Shiro looked close to panicking at the mere suggestion of going to the pool. He almost stumbled over his excuse as to why he couldn’t join them, the excuse itself being weak at best.

Looking around, Keith could see the others concerned expressions at Shiro’s out of character behaviour. Even Lance noticed, frowning for a moment before giving a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes and telling Shiro with gusto the offer still stood if changed his mind.

Regretfully, Keith followed the others toward the pool despite how much he wanted to see Shiro.

“Actually,” Keith said abruptly, his body compelling him back. “I forgot a towel. I’ll be right back guys.”

They all knew it was a lie. Hunk was carrying enough for all of them. Thankfully, nobody decided to call him out on it. They were all more than likely near as worried as he was.

“Shiro!” Keith called out to the man’s back, jogging to try and keep up to the others pace. “Shiro! Wait!”

Shiro seemed to stutter in his movements before facing Keith just near his bedroom door. He stilled, waiting for Keith to catch up.

“Shiro,” Keith murmured, tugging lightly at the other man’s hand. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Shiro only smiled at Keith’s question, a smile that he could tell wasn’t genuine. “I’m only tired, Keith. It’s nothing sleep won’t fix.”

He was outright lying. Thinking rationally, Keith knew he had his reasons not to tell him. It’s just it seemed the more Shiro hid, the more he figuratively drifted away from him. They’d been so close before and their friendly relationship so open. Keith missed that. He missed it so much when Shiro would tell him the truth and when he knew he could do the same. Their bond was still close, but Shiro kept a lot close to his chest and away from Keith.

“I’m not only talking about just now,” Keith replied frustratedly. “This has been going on since you returned from Kerberos. Shiro, I care about you. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

All Shiro did was stare at him. Keith could tell he was hesitant, even nervous, to tell him what was bothering him.

“I was forced to fight a lot of aliens in the arena, Keith,” Shiro started softly, gripping Keith’s hand in his tighter. “Some were strong with big teeth and claws… you don’t leave something like that unscathed.”

Keith nodded, understanding enough to know some of the atrocities Shiro was put through.

At that, Shiro backed away slowly and began to zip off his vest, and then he peeled down the top half of his suit after pulling the zip down his back and leaving it hanging just above his waist.

That’s when Keith saw the scars, and when he understood why Shiro refused to show anybody his naked flesh. Keith could sense just how tense Shiro was as he showed more of his heavily marred skin bit by bit. The varying scars were everywhere, from a slim one near his hip to the obvious thick bite marks that appeared just under his left rib cage.

“I can’t even remember how I got most of them,” Shiro said sadly, running his galra hand along a particularly jagged looking scar along his left bicep. “Keith, you have to understand… I’m supposed to be a leader. The others wouldn’t follow me if they knew what happened to me, what I’d done. These scars represent everything that I did in the arena.”

The pang in Keith’s chest he felt because of Shiro’s pained expression and strained voice hurt. He meant a lot to the other paladins, he meant a lot to Keith. Seeing Shiro think so low of himself… it was disheartening to say the least.

“Shiro. The others don’t look up to you because you because they think you’re perfect, they look up to you because you’re a kind and strong leader. I look up to you because you’re a kind and strong leader,” Keith insisted earnestly. “You did what you were forced to do. Don’t ever think that what you had to do was your own fault or that it makes you less of a person.”

Shiro looked at him, bewildered. He looked as though he’d expected an outburst of disgust from him or something similarly awful. It was too much knowing Shiro could ever think Keith would leave him—arena or not.

Keith didn’t know the extent of what he’d done, but he knew he’d never blame Shiro. The galra did this to him. They were the ones who imprisoned him, made those scars, and they took his arm. They took other pieces of Shiro that couldn’t be seen with the naked eye.

Keith loved him through everything because Shiro was still the great person he’d always known—scars and all.

“Besides,” Keith said with a smile, tugging the collar of his shirt to the side and revealing the scar on his shoulder he gained from fighting members of the Blade of Mamora, “now we match.”

@sheithmonth

chiwalker  asked:

How 'bout you livestreamed with your forever best friend and I know it's irrational but I miss you and I'm jealous?

I know you sent this prompt to Sophie, but she saved it for me because she knows that I am absolutely in love with Darius, and this shit gives me life.



“So … saw your livestream.”

Misha smiles as he presses the phone against his ear with his shoulder, leaving both his hands free to grab at his daughter before she runs away, so that he can wipe the smeared chocolate off her face. “Oh yeah?” he says, slightly distracted by the straw-headed wiggle worm that is his progeny.

“Yeah. It was funny.”

Misha manages to clean Maison off to the point that she’s at least decent-ish—enough to where he won’t be worried about her getting chocolate all over the couch. “Glad you liked it.” He finally lets his daughter go and smacks her bum as she runs off giggling.

“Yeah” Jensen says again, but now that Misha is really listening, he can tell just how awkward the man sounds.

“What?”

“What do you mean, what?”

Misha laughs. “I mean, what’s up with you?”

The call is quiet a moment before he hears Jensen rustling around the speaker. “Nothin’. I’m fine.”

Okay …” Misha rattles, but he shrugs it off—knowing his friend well enough to get that, sometimes he’s moody, but he’ll talk about it if he really needs to. “So …” Misha begins again, getting ready to ask the guy how he’s been doing.

“Did Darius make his flight?” Jensen jumps in, slightly more urgent than Misha is expecting.

Um … no, but there was another one leaving about an hour later, so he switched it.”

“Oh … good. I mean, not good that he missed his original flight, but good that he got another one. That’s … yeah.”

Now Misha is squinting, staring blankly out the window to the backyard. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah” Jensen squeaks, sounding strange with his voice so high. “Just … ya know, makin’ sure that your friend made it home safe.”

“That’s very … considerate of you” Misha says skeptically.

“What did you two do? While he was there, I mean. How long was he there? I mean, when Jared and I were there you didn’t mention him … so, like was he there when we were there?”

Um, yeah … he was here. Stayed for about a week.”

“Stayed – with you?” Jensen whispers.

And Misha can’t help but chuckle now because he thinks he’s finally seeing what’s going on—and after being tortured by Darius the last seven days, he can’t find it within himself to be mature about it. “Yeah. It was a tight fit, but Vicki and I managed to squeeze him in between us.”

“Oh …”

The sadness in Jensen’s voice sucks all the fun right out of it. “Oh Jesus, Jensen! I’m kidding. He stayed in the guest room.”

“Oh! Okay … cool. I mean, not that—he couldn’t stay … if you wanted … you’re an adult” Jensen clears his throat and Misha has to tug the phone back some with how loud it is.

In spite of it though, he’s smiling. “Are you jealous?”

“No! I … no!”

“That is so fucking cute! You are!”

“I’m not!”

Mhmm” Misha hums, smiling wider as West runs by wearing one of his baseball hats. “Tell me, is the outside of your binder covered in hearts with our initials inside them?”

“What?” Jensen snaps back and Misha can only sigh.

“I’m insinuating that you’re a teenage girl with a crush— sorry, I’m tired so that wasn’t very clear.”

“You’re a dick” Jensen grumbles.

“Yeah— that is clear. Darius said the same thing several times over the course of his stay.”

“At least he and I can agree on that.”

“Does that mean there are things that you don’t agree with him on?” Misha asks curiously.

“No … I just meant—”

“Yeah?”

Jensen quiets again.

Misha tries his best to keep it together— but he’s just loving this so much.

“Just … what did he mean about your usual power dynamic? I dont — I don’t get that. And he kept teasing you about Gishwhes … and has he really not seen the show? I just  … he was just messin’ with you a lot, dude. You should have said something to him about that.”

“You and Jared mess with me all the time” Misha offers coolly, hoping that he’s pulling off nonchalant, effectively.

“Yeah—but that’s different!”

“How so?”

“Well … I mean, you know that we’re kidding!”

“I know that Darius was kidding” Misha purrs.

“Yeah but I didn’t—” Jensen yelps and then stops abruptly—his heavy breath heaving in and out of the speaker like he’s been running through this entire phone call.

“Ah … I see” Misha chuckles, now looking fondly at nothing at all. It’s sweet—really, Jensen thinks that he’s his to tease … well, his and Jared’s; but Jensen will jump in and defend him on the days that Jared goes too far, so he supposes it’s understandable that he would feel uneasy about not being able to do the same in regards to Darius. Not that he would be able to stop Darius from carrying on— Jensen would honestly just make everything worse if he tried, but Misha won’t tell him that. All he will do is just sit here a smile a little longer, because right now, one of his best friends is super jealous over the fact that Misha has a strong connection with someone else, and that’s just too adorable for words. “I mean … I have known the guy since I was twelve, Jensen … so …” Misha finally says, once it’s obvious that the other man is drowning in the silence.

“I … I just never seen you like that” Jensen mutters back, dejectedly.

“Like what?”

“Like … speechless.”

Misha laughs louder now. “Yeah, well Darius can say some crazy shit every now and then.”

“Tell me about it” and the guy sounds even more miserable than he did before.

“Oh, he was behaving  himself on that video—you should have heard him the other day!”

Jensen all but groans. “Not helping!”

Misha chuckles. “Sorry … I’m just trying to explain that he’s a real character.”

“Yeah, I got that much from the livestreams” Jensen grumbles, huffing and puffing like he’s got pigs to piss off.

“This is really bothering you isn’t it?” Misha says eventually, because he’s actually kind of surprised. Jensen has always been protective of his friends, but there’s more to this than that, and he really wants to know what it is.

“I …” Jensen starts, sounding pained for even saying that much.  “I mean … I know he’s your best friend and all, and I know you’ve known him for pretty much your entire life, and I know you guys have a million things in common … but I just … I dunno. He’s like— he’s so like you, and I’m not, ya know? And like, he could say these smart things and you seemed like you weren’t sure how to respond … and you always have something to say! And I just—it’s crazy, I know, and I’m being stupid but … yeah, okay! I’m jealous! I just … he just seems to get you and … fuck, he even sings, dude! Like what the hell? How am I supposed to compete with that?”

Misha’s mouth is hanging open and he’s frankly, shocked that he’s even able to speak at all—because he’s never heard Jensen say this much during a phone call, and for him to say this much, and to say this in particular well, it’s just all manners of crazy. “Wow …” Misha starts, “umwow.”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry, but … wow!” Misha laughs and then leans back in his chair, smiling up towards the ceiling. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Guess I can leave you speechless too then” Jensen grits out—and the defensive edge to his voice makes him even cuter.

“Guess so.” Misha chuckles some more before he finally sighs and looks back down at the ground, eyes traveling across all his kids’ toys and the usual trail of debris that they leave behind. “You know it’s not a competition, right?” he says after another breath, hoping that he can at last, get to the part where he makes Jensen feel better about everything.

“Yeah—I know.”

“And you know that, just because I’m close with Darius, doesn’t mean I can’t be close with you too.”

“Yeah.”

“And … between the two of you, you’re a much better kisser. I mean, he gets all rough and he bites a lot—you should see my lower lip! It’s all puffy and swollen. It’s not pretty.”

“You’re such a fucker.”

“And you’re an adorable, jealous doofus.”

Jensen finally laughs a little, and it makes Misha do the same.

“You’re lucky that I like jealous doofuses.”

His friend’s smile is obvious, and Misha pushes it against his skin as he hugs the phone even closer to his ear. “Yeah” Jensen whispers, contentedly. “I know I am.”

anonymous asked:

alright, so i'm really tired when people say that Bale!Batman is better than Batfleck when he's actually doing a better portrayal of Bruce Wayne??? do you think so? and could you maybe give some reason to shut down these fools people? lol

I know the feeling entirely and since I agree with the statement and you asked. Here’s why Batfleck is better than Nolanverse Batman:

The idea of Batman/Bruce Wayne has become one with pop culture since before I was born. I enjoyed Batman films when i was young and even the not-so-good film Batman & Robin. It wasn’t until i was older that i realized there was so much more to Batman that people don’t necessarily see when they see the character since the whole pop culture thing. 

The reason why Batfleck is better for me and many others when were talking about a comic adaption Batman its because of his raw emotion, his brooding hurt self. Batfleck suffers from PTSD at the loss of his parents. He shows and conveys that pain in so many ways throughout Batman v Superman. Batfleck emodies Bruce Wayne from the comics unlike every other Batman before him in a way that is not just some rich white man with a deep voice in a batman suit, He’s essentially like Logan from X-Men, constantly losing his loved ones but also his parents death is apart of him. The sheer difference between Nolanverse Batman and Batfleck is that Batfleck conveys so much emotion surrounding their death and is quite human where his rage is fueled from things he cannot control. If you just want a short and sweet way to argue that Batfleck is best, here’s a decent article. This will mostly be about uplifting Batfleck as the best batman rather than pitting it against Nolanverse!Batman. 

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Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down) (Jim Kirk x Reader Part 2)

Originally posted by fanfic-shiz

That Would Be Enough
(Part 1)
(Part 2- you are here)

Pairing: AOS Jim Kirk/Reader

Rating: PG for angst, language, and descriptions of violence

A/N: It’s happening, y’all. First miniseries! This part picks up at the beginning of Star Trek: Beyond, about three years after the end of TWBE. :) Enjoy!

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kkenobi  asked:

So, how do the clones react to a pregnant general in the two!alphas verse? Or Dooku lol, I bet he's happy that palpatine's (I'm assuming) plan could hurt his omega grandpadawan

‘They are never going to let me go back to the field again.’ That was the first thought that came floating to his mind as woke up, his brain pounding heavily and the smell of bacta. Okay, bacta, good start, less good about the Force dampening field he could feel and that meant…

Capture.

Obi-Wan rolled onto his back with a groan, arm falling protectively around his stomach.

“General!” The relieved cry made him groan again before he forced his eyes open and looked towards the direction of the voice, seeing Cody, Trapper and Xan in the opposite cell, the troopers armors tinged red with the ray shields.

“Cody.” He rasped out. “What happened?” He struggled to push himself up on his elbows only to flop back with a pained groan, shaking a bit.

“A missile got to close to the camp, blew it up. A few of us got captured.” Cody was staring at him from the other cell. “How do you feel sir?”

“Terrible. Who has us?” Obi-Wan forced himself up all the way, hissing a bit before staring at his bootless foot and the bandages. “And why am I bandaged and can smell bacta?”

“Grievous has us sir. As for the latter…a med droid was by half an hour after you were placed in the cell and took care of you.”

That got a confused blink out of the Jedi as he curled his arm more protectively around his midsection, something Cody didn’t miss.

“I don’t think they did anything towards you except take care of your injuries sir.” The alpha commander tried to sooth.

“Forgive me if I’m cautious Cody but there’s a Force dampening shield active and its leaving me a bit blind.” Obi-Wan struggled to his feet, wiggling his toes on the cold metal. “And being contained right now is not…ideal.” He cleared his throat. “Grievous…and he didn’t outright kill us…” Obi-Wan frowned a bit.

Why?

He sighed a bit as no answer came to him before settling down, settling on his rear on the floor in lotus position since the cell was bare. Slowly he pulled his aching bootless foot into his lap and rubbed it to get some warmth into his toes and foot. “So much for active field work.” He sighed out loud.

“Sir?”

“You really think Anakin and Padme are going to let me out of their sight after this?” Obi-Wan questioned dryly. “Oh no, after this they are going to renegade on the deal because I was suppose to remain safe away from the active frontline.” He sighed again.

There was a bit of hesitation that made Obi-Wan look up and at his troopers, both Trapper and Xan looking everywhere but at their General while Cody was shifting on his feet.

“…Oh please tell me you don’t agree with them.”

“Sir, your pregnant. We’re surprised you’re anywhere near the battlefield like this.” Cody confessed. “And not to mention your hormones are making us react.”

That made Obi-Wan’s protest die on his lips. “What?”

“You smell of pregnant omega sir. It makes our instincts in wanting to protect you even more then before when your implant got ruined.” Cody shrugged a bit. “A lot of troopers are reporting the same with their Jedi.”

Obi-Wan cupped his chin, stroking. “I…see. Is it distracting?”

Cody hesitated then sighed and nodded. “A bit. There’s always a concern in the back of our mind if you’re warm enough, drank enough, stayed safe… a battlefield doesn’t make it better.”

“I…see.” Obi-Wan rubbed his chin. “…I won’t promise I won’t return to the field but I will be taking this into consideration Cody. And I wish you would have told me earlier so it could be dealt with accordingly instead of me finding out by being captured. I mean there’s a lot of pregnant Jedi out and about right now, not including me.” He was spared from talking about his condition more when a door opened and boots on the floor sounded.

So not Grievous then.

Dooku.

Of course.

Had he come to gloat?

But no he looked discomforted, ignoring the quietly growling clones behind him as he focused on Obi-Wan. “Master Kenobi, we really need to stop meeting like this.” The Sith said calmly despite the discomfort on his face.

“Indeed, I’m getting tired of being bruised.” Obi-Wan returned.

Dooku eyed him, his brow twitching when he took note of the missing boot and obvious blood stains. “Indeed…”

Puzzled, Obi-Wan leaned a bit back before suddenly hunching forward as the Count’s eyes flickered over his stomach, arm institutionally covering his stomach. ‘He’s WORRIED. He’s actually honestly worried. Oh my Force.’

Before Obi-Wan could act on his realization, the count spoke up again. “The Republic is currently negotiating for you though I suspect Skywalker and his padawan is currently looking for you. It would be…unfortunate if your location were to be leaked, you’re a valuable…as a trading chip.” The others eyes flickered over his stomach again.

Obi-Wan felt his eyes widen a bit at the implication.

Both of them.

He was valuable to the sith because of the baby he carried. Valuable because the baby may be Anakin’s or so the words of the count indicated. If it had been because of Padme then she would have featured in his little speech.

And that the Count had leaked his position to Anakin.

Anakin would be coming for him along with Ahsoka and whoever they brought with them.

“Ah.”

What else could he say to that.

He shook himself. “Well then, I hope the Republic won’t delay to long. This does rank as an uncomfortable cell.” He tried to quip, though it fell a bit short at the startling realizations he had.

The implication of the sith, most likely the sith master, being interested in Anakin’s child…

Obi-Wan sprawled his hand protectively over the slight swell of his stomach.

anonymous asked:

Smol child Prompto

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Ah, smol child Prompto

  • Baby Prompto in a chocobo onesie, of course.
  • Baby Prompto in a carbuncle onesie.
  • Smol child Prompto wants to befriend everyone.
  • But also doesn’t.
  • Smol child Prompto wants to get close to other kids and say Hi first and befriend them.
  • But smol child Prompto doesn’t want other kids to make the first move.
  • It’s fightening.
  • 2 y.o. Prompto is sat in the child seat when going shopping with either mama or papa.
  • 2 y.o. Prompto is yelling HI (°▽°)/ at other kids in other carts.
  • 2 y.o. Prompto is exchanging lollipops/candies with the other kids of the other carts.
  • Smol child Prompto is sat at the conveyor belt. 
  • Smol child Prompto has no idea how he ended up there.
  • So don’t his parents.
  • Smol, tiny child Prompto is looking at all the products mama and papa buy because they have a barcode.
  • They’re like me .A.
  • He’s trying to figure what he has in common with those things.
  • “MOMMY, LOOK, this one has it too!”
  • “MOM, MOM, shampoo has it too!”
  • “OMG MOM, BEEBEE HAS IT TOO.”
  • Beebee is one of his plush toys.
  • Smol child Prompto has assumed since he can remember and has for sure, just like the sky is blue and like the grass is green, that mama and papa bought him at the supermarket.
  • That’s why he has that barcorde.
  • Indeed, it was never a bother to him, or a drawing or a birthmark. It was his barcode because babies come from supermarkets, right?
  • Smol child Prompto never questioned where babies came from due to that previous assumption.
  • Smol child Prompto is a m a z e d by chocobos but has barely ever seen one.
  • Smol child Prompto’s screaming if he sees a chocobo plush.
  • You’re not shutting him up until you buy it to him.
  • Smol child Prompto is never taken nearby the toy section.
  • There’s too many chocobo themed things, his parents literally couldn’t afford all that if he sees them.
  • Smol child Prompto has more chocobo toys than memories with his parents.
  • They’re busy, don’t judge them.
  • Smol child Prompto can’t count how many chocobo plushies he has.
  • He hasn’t learned that many numbers. ;_____;
  • Smol child Prompto insists on sleeping with all of them.
  • All.
  • They don’t fit in the bed.
  • Smol child Prompto has a list:
  • This night, these first 10 chocobos sleep with him.
  • Next one, these other 10.
  • The next one, these other 10.
  • It’s never 10. 
  • Smol child Prompto has troubles counting, okay, leave him alone.
  • Smol child Prompto is never getting out of his chocobo onesie.
  • N e v e r.
  • You don’t try to take it off him, he’s screaming.
  • Mama puts him in place (thanks gods) and he can have it off for bath and sleeping.
  • But he’s putting it back on as a daily basis thing.
  • Smol child Prompto’s running around the kindergarten practicing his KWEH.
  • Also wants all the other kids to see his onesie.
  • IT’S HIS PRIDE.
  • Smol child Prompto’s more used to nannies than papa or mama. 
  • Parents arrive very late.
  • Smol child Prompto has tried to stay awake until they arrive.
  • Smol child Prompto’s always falling asleep.
  • Smol child Prompto thinks it’s his fault; it’s because he couldn’t stay up later that he fell asleep, and it’s because he stayed up late and still fell asleep why he overslept and woke up to papa and mama already gone again.
  • Smol child Prompto asked Chococaptain Commandocobo to keep watch at the window and tell him when his parents arrive.
  • Smol child Prompto always, always forgives Chococaptain Comandocobo for falling asleep, too.
  • He’s hugging him and telling him it’s fine, they’ll try later at night again.
  • Smol child Prompto LOVES MUSIC.
  • Smol child Prompto LOVES DANCING.
  • Smol child Prompto LOVES MUSIC BECAUSE IT MAKES HIM DANCE AND HE LOVES DANCING BECAUSE THERE’S MUSIC.
  • Smol kid Prompto is dancing in his room.
  • He’s falling onto his buttocks.
  • He’s standing up and retaking the dancing because it’s fine.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s going to take other kids by the hands and make them dance if he thinks they’re sad.
  • Dancing deletes sadness, you dance and you’re happy. :3
  • Also likes to sing.
  • He LOVES singing.
  • Smol child Prompto is singing everywhere.
  • EVERYWHERE.
  • Smol kid Prompto is singing in his room.
  • He’s singing in school.
  • He’s singing in the bathroom.
  • He’s singing through the park.
  • Through the living room.
  • Before sleeping.
  • At breakfast.
  • Any any eating time.
  • Smol kid Prompto is trying to eat but singing is more important.
  • He’s singing while chewing.
  • Food’s falling down his mouth.
  • He’s not shutting up, anyway.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s singing all the time.
  • He’s NEVER getting tired of singing.
  • This is what he and 2 of his kindergarten friends sound like: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMhg84dfulY
  • Smol kid Prompto is the conductor of their singing.
  • Smol kid Prompto makes the songs, or chooses them.
  • Seriously, I can’t ever get tired of those adorable sounds, go click that link if you didn’t and picture tiny kid Prompto on duty.
  • Smol kid Prompto wants to be musician when he grows up.
  • Smol kid Prompto wants to teach chocobos to sing.
  • Smol kid Prompto has his own orchestra, but it’s more like a chorus, if you ask him.
  • It’s ALL his chocobos. They’re arranged on semi-circle in his room.
  • He’s conductor and has his own “music wand”.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s hands are flying everywhere around him when conducting.
  • Smol kid Prompto praises the chocobos and encourages them mid play.
  • Smol kid Prompto is clapping and cheering very loudly because he’s so damn proud of his orchestra.
  • He’s hugging them one by one after each presentation. They deserve it.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s terrified of noises around the house.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s not hiding under the bedsheets.
  • …okay, he is.
  • BUT he’s also brave enough to go check what’s making those noises.
  • Chococaptain Commandocobo goes with him to have his back.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s constantly frightening himself checking for the source of the noises.
  • Smol kid Prompto HATES mirrors.
  • “They let ghosts in, mama”.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s glaring at and fighting his own reflection.
  • It’s a ghost trying to personify him and trying to take his place in the real world and cage him in the ghostland for all eternity and nobody would notice they’re living with a fake Prompto and it’s going to murder everyone. HE’S NOT GOING TO ALLOW THAT.
  • Please don’t question smol kid Prompto.
  • Smol kid Prompto doesn’t understand why Cor isn’t his dad.
  • Not as in “WHY!? >:’(”, it literally puzzles him.
  • Cor always remembers his birthday, visits him often, buys him new clothes, actually cooks for him, talks lots with him, helps him with homework, and he draws with him, he’s literally what Prompto has heard dads are supposed to do so this is his dad, right? Why is everyone insisting he’s not?
  • Okay, Cor may visit only once per month, but the day he spends with him is FAR more attention than he usually gets on the other 29 days from anyone else, so ¿¿¿¿?????
  • Smoler kid Prompto is bought/given new clothes by Cor because mom and dad forget how fast children grow up, and Cor’s usually visiting to find the shoes are basically crushing his toes.
  • Smoler, tiny, younger kid Prompto used to think Cor was Dad and that his parents were Nannies that also hired their own Nannies. 
  • So every time Cor comes visit smoler, tiny, younger kid Prompto believes and has for sure with entire security that he’s going home.
  • Smoler, tiny, younger kid Prompto is very puzzled when dad Cor leaves again and has to “leave him with the nannies”.
  • Smol kid Prompto wonders what his “real” house looks like, with papa Cor.
  • Smol kid Prompto wonders what his real mommy looks like.
  • Smol kid Prompto thinks there’s two Cors.
  • Smol kid Prompto hears parents speak about some “serious, quiet, frowning” Cor.
  • But the Cor kid Prompto knows laughs, plays, and is always smiling.
  • Smol kid Prompto doesn’t realize Cor’s smiling only because they’re together.
  • So…COR MUST HAVE AN EVIL TWIN D:
  • Smol kid Prompto’s TERRIFIED at the idea of Cor being hurt by his “ghost reflection” and replaced by it and that’s why his parents speak of a man he can’t identify as the real Cor.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s making sure Cor never passes in front of any mirror.
  • “NOOOOOOO!”
  • “No what, Prom?”
  • “NOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHHOOHOOOOO ;___________;”
  • Please no, Cor, he’s terrified.
  • “But why-”
  • JUST NO, DAMMIT.
  • Smol kid Prompto only has friends at kindergarten; papa and mama are usually out on evenings, so smol kid Prompto’s childhood lacked daily goes to the park (only now and then with the nannies) or other kids’ houses.
  • But he’s happeh with his kindergarten friends in kindergarten, and happeh home with his chocobo plush toy army.
  • Smol kid Prompto spends evenings playing with them.
  • You should see him play Seek and Hide with the chocobos…
  • …when it’s their turn to count.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s usually falling asleep in his hideout place.
  • Smol kid Prompto assumes chocobos are simply TERRIBLE at seeking and finding people.
  • Smol child Prompto is constantly getting sick.
  • You know, the genes and inside biology…he wasn’t meant to live like a person at all.
  • So he’s slowly getting adapted.
  • Hence, constantly catching colds.
  • Papa Cor’s attending him.
  • Smol kid Prompto LOVES movies.
  • Smol kid Prompto has learned to pause them.
  • He’s pausing movies in his favorite parts so he can stare at the frozen picture.
  • Gods, he loves pretty pictures.
  • He wants to have all these separate frozen fragments somewhere so he could keep them individually.
  • Smol kid Prompto likes to stare at things he likes pretty.
  • Smol kid Prompto likes to stare at things but they usually move or change.
  • He likes that they change but he also wishes he could keep one frozen picture of things because it’s just so pretty.
  • If only there was a device that could do that stuff…
  • Smol kid Prompto is terrified by teenage girls.
  • They are so tall and scary ;_____;
  • Smol kid Prompto’s terrified of fireflies.
  • But he’s amazed by trains and cars.
  • Smol kid Prompto is too sensitive to the cold.
  • Smol kid Prompto is constantly in that chocobo onesie to stay warm.
  • …of course, not like it’s an excuse just to wear it or anything.
  • Smol kid Prompto asks for a wish every time he sneezes.
  • Please don’t question him.
  • Smol kid Prompto thinks that the dots of his face are marks of raindrops.
  • He’s running away from rain.
  • Don’t let it touch him, my god.
  • Smol kid Prompto is finding out his friends don’t have codebars.
  • Smol kid Prompto at first thinks the other children were stolen or that the Astrals didn’t finish them and the parents bought them not noticing it.
  • Smol kid Prompto starts getting nervous when it’s more than just 4 children that don’t have codebars.
  • Smol kid Prompto realizes his parents don’t have one either.
  • Nor does Cor.
  • Smol kid Prompto has realized nobody but him has it.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s starting to grow insecure because of it.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s crying and terrified of continuing playing with his friends because he thinks they’ll think he’s defective.
  • Mom’s constantly telling him he’s okay and fine, but smol kid Prompto’s grown too insecure.
  • Mommy tried to reassure him it’s fine, but she’s buying him wristbands to give him a little confidence because he’s just not convinced, hoping he’ll grow comfy to take them off when he grows up.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s TERRIFIED.
  • He’s panicked.
  • He’s running to his nanny.
  • “MISS. MISS. I CAN’T SEE MY EYES.”
  • Also realized he can’t see his forehead.
  • Don’t you DARE suggest he uses a mirror >:(
  • Smol kid Prompto DAMN LOVES ANIMALS.
  • He’d make good rescuer with kid Iggy.
  • Smol kid Prompto is hugging ALL THE DOGS that he sees.
  • He’s hugging all the kittens.
  • He’s trying to hug the birds.
  • Not petting. He’s hugging them.
  • Smol kid Prompto that has lost confidence to befriend other kids is befriending all the animals he sees.
  • His parents lose him at the park, but worry not.
  • He’s sat somewhere surrounded by three dogs, always.
  • Why are the dogs obeying him
  • How
  • Smol kid Prompto’s having therapy talk with the dogs.
  • Smol kid Prompto’s playing with the dogs.
  • Smol kid Prompto is befriended to all the dogs of the neighborhood.
  • Also most of the dogs of the park.
  • Smol kid Prompto wants to walk dogs.
  • He’s still too small :’(
  • Smol kid Prompto’s asking his parents for dog treats so he can carry them around every time he goes out with his parents or the nannies so he can feed ALL THE DOGS that he sees.
  • The dogs of the park now tackle him as soon as they see him.
  • Smol kid Prompto can’t have a dog of his own :’(
  • But he’s okay with being friends with all the local dogs.
  • They’ve never said anything mean about his codebar. <3
  • Dogs are so kind to him, he’s so moved :’3

This is smol child Prompto.

Here’s smol child Noctis.
Here’s smol child Gladio.
Here’s smol child Iggy.

The squad is complete.

These are the Chocobabies. They are adorable and need your love.

Love them.

future kids 3: 05

paring: jiminxreader
length: 801 words
genre: fluff
summary: a series of drabbles in which all the boys have kids

hoseok | yoongi | seokjin | namjoon | jimin | jungkook | taehyung

Originally posted by jiyoongis


Your eyes shot open feeling the pain down around your abdomen, you weren’t in labor, you couldn’t be because it was too soon. Or was it? The baby was viable now it would be able to survive. Pulling yourself up to rest against the back of the bed, you pulled your t-shirt up showing the growing bump of twenty-eight weeks. Your light on the bedside table was still emitting light which meant Jimin hadn’t come home, you didn’t dare to look at the time because you knew it would be early in the morning.

You looked curiously down at your bump wondering what the pain was for, knowing all too well that throughout your first pregnancy you’d be in pain somewhere. It happened again. This time you were able to see a foot poking at your side. She was kicking. Your heart fluttered knowing that she was really in there, of course, you felt like that when she started moving. It was different this time you saw her with your own eyes doing it.

“I know you’re in there, you should save some of them so appa can feel too.” You smile down at your bump, Jimin wanted to be very much a part of everything in pregnancy. Attending hospital appointments, birth classes and reading all the books. He was more prepared than you were, all you had to do was deliver the baby.

Your eyes drifted to the doorway hearing someone entering the apartment, Jimin was home. As he walked into the bedroom his head turned sideways in confusion. “Why are you sitting like that? Are you in labor? Why didn’t you call sooner? I’ll go get the hospital bag,” You chuckled at Jimin’s panicking state, which switched immediately. He wasn’t as ready as you thought he was.

“No, she’s kicking.” Jimin’s eyes become much softer after hearing this, he sat down beside you on the bed. Picking up his hand you moved it to where she had last kicked and waited for a few seconds, “She was just doing it before you came in.” You frowned a little, she was doing it before. Why not now?

“Are you sure? She isn’t kicking anymore.”

“Give her a second.” You hoped she would do it again, you were silent for a couple more seconds until she did it again. You looked up to see Jimin’s whole face flood with happiness like the time he first saw her on the ultrasound screen. You could see the love that he had for her all just in his eyes. “She really kicked…” You could also see that he was in disbelief. “She’s really in there?”

“Yeah.” You whisper smiling back at him.

Jimin yawned slightly as you stroked his hair lightly, “How many songs did you do? To make you this tired?” You spoke in a soft voice to him, since it was the early morning you didn’t want to raise your voice in fear of waking up the neighbors.

“Only a few. I did sleep on the way to the broadcasting station. There’s still some filming left to do.” You nodded your head in consideration for his busy schedule, well it sounded busy to you. Filming for something and then going to practice. Then again he has done a lot more. “I’m going to wash up.” You watched him as he moved himself to the bathroom before settling yourself back down into the bed.

You weren’t sure exactly how much time passed before he was lying next to you, he leaned his head on his, “Ah, wet.” You chuckle a little, you could see him smiling in the darkness. “What were you filming for?”

“A cooking show. What did you do today?” He murmurs softly.

“I visited the lady at the coffee shop, she was so surprised at how far along I was.” You smile remembering her shocked face but it soon turned to happiness, she was a good friend to you and Jimin. It was the place the two of you could go to comfortably without many people recognizing Jimin.

“We should go together next time.” You nodded your head in approval. Jimin kisses your lips effortlessly finding them in the darkness. You closed your eyes knowing he would still be awake after you’d fallen into sleep, it was his alone time enabling him to think about things he wasn’t able to throughout the day.

As you were about to fall asleep, you felt it again, “She’s kicking.” You mutter interrupting Jimin while he was in mid thought. He moved his hand across your bump, you pulled his hand to where she last did it. This time you left your hand covering Jimin’s. “Are you just going keep your hand there all night?”

“Yes,” Jimin responds with a smile on his lips.