i really should be in bed by now omg

FIRST REACTION TO ALL NU'EST MVS

Since I am a new l o v e that saddly didn’t get to know about NU'EST until their appearance in Produce 101, I decided to make a first tour into their music by watching all their music videos. I had only seen Overcome, Love Paint and Face while they were on the show, but now I have seen all of them and here you have my first impression:


2012
Face (62.759.886 views)
-The BEST debut song
-Such a jam
-If you don’t look at the lyrics
-What was this concept honestly?
-Their clothes and hairstyles… why
-They look so handsome anyway
-The dance has some aggresive points like punching people and that’s weird
-But seriously, how is their debut song so good and catchy?
-Legends only

Originally posted by 17diamondcarats

Action (19.530.745 views)  
-Minki????
-What are those clothes???
-This is A JAM
-Jonghyun looks SO handsome
-There’s not much going on
-But OMG the song
-The dance break with Jonghyun in the center is a must
-Rap and vocals SO on point
-Minhyun and Minki’s final shot, they look like the couple of a futurist movie

Originally posted by bloodylee

Not over you (2.487.848 views)
-Minki in that bike tho
-Looks like a middle school baby
-MINHYUN’S VISUALS
-Jonghyun’s bed images I’M ALIVE
-Dongho looks so happy and smily I’m dead
-Aaron and that dog SO CUTE
-They look like thet are in that kind of married middle ages women meeting
-I’m loving this concept so much
-THE CAR SCENES THEY ARE DORKS
-AND THEY LOOK SO GENUINELY HAPPY
-My fav MV and concept by far

Originally posted by m1nhyun

Sandy (2.356.641 views)
-They look SO CUTE I’m crying
-They are so warm, I love them
-The concept of them hanging out with their fans is so lovely
-Minki and that girl are now bffs
-THEY LOOK SO HAPPY
-And that makes me really happy
-Their natural beauty tho I’m in love

Originally posted by hwangminyeo

2013
Hello (13.716.673 views)
-Looks like Overcome concept?
-Jonghyun fairy ears?
-I’m loving the song omg
-THAT KISS THO I fell off my bed
-That Should Be Me - Justin Bieber
-Teenage ANGST somebody pls make a fanfic
-The tie dance tho
-I love how Minhyun has closed the window on Dongho’s face like: no bro
-The THREESOME THO???

Originally posted by iwillbeadrummer

Sleep talking (8.476.842 views)
-It just began but what the actual fuck
-The clothes, I wanna die
-I don’t know what is going on
-Everything is so random
-Minki’s head thing WHAT THE FUCK
-The dance’s also extra weird
-But their VISUALS WOW

Originally posted by pandadeoculos

Fine girl (2.391.627 views)
-Casual trip to Thailand
-They look SO CUTE
-THE KARTS SCENE I’M DEAD
-They look so chill and happy, whatt concept
-Dongho driving like a pro
-Playing in the pool YES enjoy it babies
-JONGHYUN’S VISUALS
-I love seeing them being themselves fksjg

Originally posted by nyan-kaat

2014
Good bye bye (8.537.262 views)
-Jonghyun’s bed shots STOP
-Was it necessart a shirtless Minki?
-Dongho’s hair NO
-I like the aesthetic tho
-DID JONGHYUN EAT THAT FISH??
-Minki’s sick and puking what
-And now he has a flower in his mouth and he EATS it???
-Dancing with their hands in their pockets
-I like the dance tho
-Jonghyun’s hair colour is a no no
-Minhyun tattooing himself, it just doesn’t fit him at all
-High School Musical Jumping Shots™

Originally posted by unquixotic

2015
I’m Bad (1.985.055 views)
-Classy concept
-They look SO HANDSOME
-SIYEON??? 14 years old princess
-There’s nothing going on
-But the aesthetic tho

Originally posted by letmecastaspellforyou

2016
Overcome (5.461.031 views)
-THE song
-The concept is so beautiful
-MANGA DREAM BOY MINKI
-Yuha tho
-THE VISUALS
-The aesthetic is so fascinating
-Minhyun’s blond hair fits him SO WELL

Originally posted by erasethetic

Love Paint (Every afternoon) (2.638.390 views)
-THE AESTHETIC
-JONGHYUN’S BLUE HAIR
-Minki is a doll
-The dance is SO GOOD
-I love the colours
-Jonghyun’s part…. I’m in love

Originally posted by kyungminie

Daybreak (Jonghyun and Minhyun) (469.462 views)
-THE AESTHETIC ONCE AGAIN
-So visually pleasing
-Movie like
-They look SO HANDSOME AND WARM
-Minkyung looking pretty
-Minhyun’s vocals saved my life
-Jonghyun’s voice is the best thing that has ever happened to me
-The MV in which I would like to live
-I love every shot
-It’s perfect
-Just wanted to say that these two love each other so much
-I’m emo

Originally posted by androren

So this is my probably super biased first impression of all their MVs. As you may see I added the view counter in every video but it is only the views of 1theK channel, they also have some of their videos uploaded at their own channel. I also linked all the videos in the title of the songs so you can go ahead and watch them if you didn’t or just rewatch it again because why not, let’s burn that view counter!
NU'EST RISE, LOVES RISE, IT’S OUR MOMENT TO HELP OUR BOYS WALK ON A FLOWER PATH 🌻🌻🌻

anonymous asked:

dudeee if you think mint choc chip is aesthetically pleasing, look up goodie goodie gumdrops

i had never heard of this ice cream until now omg!! is this non-american? looks so good omg😳..actually when i went to bed i remembered this really amazing ice cream I eat when i go to mexico to visit relatives and im sure its everywhere but its mango flavored? with mango pieces and its this really beautiful peach color…idr the brand name of it lol

I know that this ISN’T the final paper ,I wanted to see how and if i should darken thier hair . And oh yeah! Totally love how it looks :D Im going to make this comic so hot !you’ll need to call a fireman ;). (I need to stop ) also it’s 5:32AM RIGHT NOW. I really need to stop ..

Hobi ya nasty

SG: “Oppa, when is it most difficult for you?”
JH: Definitely after dance practice has finished…should I wash up (before going to bed)?
BTS: *sounds of pain and struggle*
RM: “Should I shower or not?” He really worries over this.
JH: It’s so difficult (to decide)!
RM: “Should I shower now? Or just shower tomorrow morning?”
V: *somebody save me from this torture*

Hi Nanihoo!

So I’ve been wanting to send you this for some time, I’m sorry my art sucks, but I just wanted to tell you that you totally deserve all of your followers! I found your blog not so long ago. The thing is, recently I’ve been in an intense Frostiron phase and you still managed to make me ship Logyn…i didn’t even know who Sigyn was before finding your blog, and I totally fell in love with your design! Believe me, you art has to be pretty good for me to ship something other than Frostiron right now! ;)

When I saw that anon’s message it really pissed me off. I think you art is wonderful and yes, maybe some artists should have more followers but that has nothing to with with how many followers you have! It’s not like it’s your fault or anything.

So yeah, that’s what I wanted to say… I’ll stop rambling right now and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Aquafolie.


So this was the most wonderful surprise in my ask box! I’ve been sick and stuck in bed, but when I checked tumblr on my phone and saw this @aquafolie I kid you not I started crying I was so happy! 

Their expressions-! Sigyn’s hair and outfit! Omg I’m just absolutely FLOORED.

I can’t even remember that anon, not when you took the time and effort to do this ;O; 

I really can’t thank you enough <333

Progressive Chelsie Shipping Chart: Series 1 through 6

This is an update of a little something I did after S4. I’ve redone it to include events from S5 and S6. This is exactly how the insanity began, friends, with a picture of a castle and a pooch’s rump. Read through this and see how close the description comes to your actual shipping experience. I imagine it’s been pretty similar for all of us.

Hmm. What’s this? A show called Downton Abbey? Oh, a doggie! Its little bum! How cute!

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That butler guy has a sexy voice. The housekeeper is really pretty.

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Oh, lookie here. She’s asking if he’s ever thought about marriage. Look at them LOOKING at each other. *shippy radar pinging loudly and quickly* Oh, this should be a thing.

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He’s jealous because that farmer proposed to her. (Of course, she said no!) Oh, I’m really feeling it now. This NEEDS to be a thing.

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Oh, no! He’s collapsed in the middle of dinner! She’s so worried, and see how she takes care of him! OMG, she’s in his BEDROOM! I ship it! I ship it!

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No, no, no! He can’t LEAVE! She’ll miss him. She will. Very much. And it costs her nothing to say it. And just LISTEN to how she says it!

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Phew, he never did leave. But now, he’s sick in bed again, and look who’s fussing over him once more! I ship it SO hard!

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CANCER! NOOOOOOO!!! She can’t. See how crushed he is, thinking he might lose her! But no, she’s ok. And he’s so relieved HE’S SINGING FOR HER! HE’S SINGING!!! I can’t breathe!

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Sniffle, sniffle, weep, sob. Lady Sybil died. She’s comforting him. She’s touching his arm. He’s covering her hand with his own! ACTUAL PHYSICAL CONTACT!!! I think I may fall over.

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These two! Honestly! While the kids are getting ready to go the fair, these hornballs are having eyesex right there at the servants’ table! Get a room!

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He’s angry, but she’s calming him down. She’s touching his chest! Quick! Fetch my smelling salts!

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Grigg! Alice! (She means nothing to him! Nothing, I tell you!) Crumpled letter. Wastebasket. Train station. Walking back together. Drinking sherry. Picture frame. And the looks! Just LOOK at the looks! I ship it so bad it hurts! Crying! Actual tears!

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FLIRTING?!?!?! Is Mr. Charles Carson actually flirting?

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HAAAAAAAAALP! THEY’RE AT THE BEACH TOGETHER! BAREFOOT! HOLDING HANDS!!! HE SAID “RISQUE”! Sweet Chelsie above, please have mercy on my poor shippy heart! ASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKL I can’t even take it. I can’t even … I can’t odd … I can’t … I cannot! I have lost my ability to can! Canning hath forsaken me. I can’t even can’t! There is no canning whatsoever to be had. Dead. Dead. Dead. As in, “not alive any more.” Like, “no longer living.” That is to say, “existing no more.”

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Charles Carson, you sly dog! Really? “Nobody has to know everything”? “I don’t like it when we’re not on the same side“?  "It puts us back in agreement”? "Get away with you!”? HE’S FLIRTING AGAIN, AND SHE’S FLUSTERED! I’M FLUSTERED! I’m an incoherent mess! Unable to English! Cannot word!

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“Invest in a property together”? “A business venture”? Are you kidding me? Investment, my eye! Business, my foot! Oh, help me! Something’s going to explode. My head? My eyeballs? My lungs? My heart? Everything? I can’t tell! It hurts so goooooood!

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They’re looking at houses!

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But no! She can’t go in on the deal with him. She’s crushed. He’s heartbroken. I’m beyond help.

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But wait! HE’S ACTUALLY PROPOSING!!! MARRIAGE!!! FOR REAL! He does want to be stuck with her, and he’s not marrying anyone else, and of course, she’ll marry him, and he’s AN OLD BOOBY! And he’s so happy he’s crying. And I’m crying. And we’re all crying! ARGLBARGL!!! Highly lordship! Æßñçęøîżšùłáå@&$#%€£¥*!? BARROW! Bring me my swooning sofa! On the double!

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Oh, no! She’s worried about certain “aspects” of marriage … concerned about his seeing her as she is now. How silly is that? We all know how much he adores her.

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See? He thinks she’s beautiful. And he loves her. And he’s happy and tickled and bursting with pride that she would agree to be his wife. He finally said the “L” word! He loves her! Oh, my gosh! We knew it all along, but I can’t believe he said all that! “And if she feels that she must … withdraw …”? Are you kidding me? Don’t even go there!  Do not! “Pat-a-cake friendship lie?” Damn straight! Friendship is part of it, yes, but this is Love with a capital “L.” It will be a real marriage. A true marriage. Living as closely as two people can. There will be nookie! Every night. And most mornings, too. Maybe even the occasional nooner in his pantry or her sitting room.  (I read about something like that in a fanfic once, maybe, I think.)

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But he thinks she’s had second thoughts. See how sad he is! Nine days’ wonder, my foot! Nine days? He’ll never “get over it.” But no, he misunderstands her. She hasn’t changed her mind at all. She was just worried that she might disappoint him – that she might not please him. But if he’s sure … And he’s never been so sure of anything! And if he wants her, he can have her – warts and all! (Why is she (mis?-)quoting Oliver Cromwell here? Never mind. I don’t care.)

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He’s leaning in … and he’s touching her shoulder and her neck and her face – oh, so gently … aaaaaand … they’re kissing! KissingKissingKISSING! For real! On the lips! Their lips … are … touchingTHEIR LIPS ARE TOUCHING!!! Their mouths are actually making contact! Wait!  Do I see some tongue? This is not a drill! It’s a real, honest-to goodness kiss! And it’s glorious! And now they’re hugging … cuddling … snuggling … just holding each other contentedly. And I’ll bet he’s whispering sweet nothings in her ear – how much he loves her and how beautiful she is. And just look at her contented, relieved smile! It’s everything we hoped for and dreamed of – but thought we’d never get!

But we did get it. And here it is. And I am going to re-watch this scene 936, 274, 875, 148, 516 times until my eyeballs fall out. I need to drink a cigarette … smoke a stiff drink. Wait. I don’t smoke … or drink. Doesn’t matter. I need to start. Oh, help!

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He’s going to walk with her to the home farm? A date! They’re “walking out”!

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The reception location? Pft. They’re disagreeing over that? It’s not important, and they’ll sort it, so I’m going to not going to worry too much. La-dee-da. Blissfully ignoring this nonsense.

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Oh, look! They’re arguing. See how in love they are! My babies love each other so much that they’re fighting. True love, I tell you. The quarreling only proves it. They’re so cute even when they’re disagreeing!

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See, here! Our babies are out an on another date! At the … um … well, at the livestock show. Along with everyone else. How terribly romantic. But I don’t care. They’re together, and they’re sweet.

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Finally! The reception location is settled. Charles Carson and Elsie Hughes! Just look at the way they’re looking at each other! In front of the family! Their love is on display for all to see.

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Do you see these adorable über-goobers?! Do you see them?! Do you see how endearing they are?! Old boobies! He just wants to see her one last time before the big event, to be alone with her for a few more minutes. They’re so nervous and excited that they hardly know what to do with themselves – how to stand or where to put their hands! Cuteness overload! This might be the most adorable thing ever! I ask you, have you ever seen such irresistible sweetness?

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And they’re getting married! The wedding! We get to see some of the vows and the giving of the ring! And now they’re officially hitched! Mr. and Mrs. Carson!  Mr. and Mrs. Charles and Elsie Carson! The Carsons*runs around the room like one of those out-of-control cartoon characters* They’re walking down the aisle, and she’s so giddy that she can barely contain her excitement, and he’s just beaming with pride! She’s biting her lip to hide her grin and to keep from shrieking with joy, and he’s strutting down the aisle like a peacock, chest puffed out, thinking, “Oh, yeah, baby!  I wifed her!” I cannot can! And a post-nuptial smooch! And he’s the happiest and luckiest of men! And she’s a woman of such grace and charm, and she’s entrusted her life’s happiness to him. It passeth all understanding. (Well, no, not really. We all understand perfectly.)

It’s happened. It’s really happened. They’re married. After five seasons and thirteen Downton years, they’re finally wed. (Why did no one listen to us from the very first episode? We called it in April of 1912! Why did it take until May of 1925 for everyone else to catch up?) And once again, I can muster no ability to can. My canning capacity is precisely zero. My can is completely empty. I have serious case of CAN’T. Maybe even full-blown CANNOT – or perhaps the most deadly strain: CANNOT EVEN*reminds self to breathe: “deep breaths, now”*

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They’re back from the honeymoon! I’m disappointed that we didn’t get to see any of it (they’ve been gone nearly the whole episode, and I’ve missed them so!), but they look so happy. Look at how happy they look! Ah, wedded bliss! I’m going to cry!

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Eek! Sofa snuggling! Couch cuddling! But they’re interrupted. Of course. Fie on thee, Barrow!

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But the honeymoon’s over. Cooking-gate! Stupid! Grrr! Grumble, grumble. Maybe I can just pretend it’s all a bad dream. Fast forward. Wait.  Rewind. She is pretty silly, flapping her wrist around; and he is kinda funny, bumbling around the kitchen; and she’s looking at him so lovingly … Ok, so there is that, at least …

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He’s a curmudgeon. But she’s not going off him, because he’s her curmudgeon, and that makes all the difference! She’s kissing him in the kitchen – in broad daylight and in plain view! And he likes it! He’s smiling! Smirking so smugly! He’s so pleased with himself for having done something right! (Though he probably has no idea what exactly he’s done to make her love him!) And don’t even try to tell me that these two don’t get up to all sorts of hanky-panky in their love nest.

Who would have thought? The butler and the housekeeper smooching downstairs in the middle of the workday! All my dreams have come true!

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Oh, no! His hand is shaking. But she’s his wife, and she loves him. He’s got to retire – or at least step back a bit. It will be a different life, but they can make a go of it. (I kinda wish they’d been allowed to choose to retire – together – instead of having retirement forced on them … or on him, at least. But whatever, Fellowes.) And they’re kissing again! Happy New Year, Charlie and Elsie! Happily ever after! Sigh. *puppy dog heart eyes*

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Right, then. Soooooo … Now, what? It’s over. All over. What will I do with my life now? I feel so empty inside. (Not even kidding here.)

*Special thanks to @brenna-louise for helping me track down particular scenes.*

Sweat (M - Jin)

*A relatable title*

-Requests Closed-

Word Count: 1,746 words


He was in his element whenever he was on stage. He belonged there. He was always a star, the only star you’ll ever need. He was like Peter Pan to you, guiding you to Neverland and you never wanted to leave.

He made your heart thump, your palms sweaty and his smile could make you go blind. How could he be so perfect?

You felt someone slap your arm and it was your friend. You two bought your tickets, wanting to experience the whole process to get into the concert even though Jin could have gotten you two better seats.

The balcony was pretty fun, most of the fans hadn’t recognized you yet due to the darkness in the stadium but you were having fun.

“I doubt Jin would notice us from up here.”

“That’s the point, to act as fans and get the whole experience.”

“But you’re his girlfriend. I’m pretty sure he wanted you in the centre in the front row.”

“T-Then, it would feel like he’s serenading me.”

“That’s the point, he loves to sing to you.”

“I can’t be the only one..”

“Are you getting all shy?”

“Shut up.”

“You two have such an innocent relationship too, I’m surprised.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Did you take him out of a test drive?”

“Y/F/N! Why am I friends with you?”

“Because I’m honest, hun. Now, did you or did you not?”

“M-Maybe.”

“Oh my god. You totally did. It’s completely natural, Y/N.”

“Shut up. It’s not what you think.”

“Mhm.”

“The concert’s starting.” You watched the video they displayed, feeling extra giddy when you saw your boyfriend on screen. It’s been a few months since you’ve seen each other, his schedule dragging him one way and your school dragging you the opposite direction.

‘1, 2, Hello! We are Bangtan.’

‘Hello~! I’m J-Hope. Your hope, your angel~’

'Hello, I’m Jimin.’

'Yo, what’s up everyone. It’s Rap monster.’

'What the heck’

'What kind of introduction is that?’

'Do it again.’

'Hello, everyone. It’s me, Rap mon.’

'Hello, everyone. I’m Jungkook.’

'Hello~ It’s Jin. Have you been well?’

A crowd of 'yes’ filled the room and he cracked a smile. The others introduced themselves, chatting along with the crowd and getting unanimous answers.

It was dark again and the melody to Save Me and cheers immediately erupted, this song is a strong favourite amongst their fans. You couldn’t really pick a favourite, just having some of their songs that match certain moods you were having.

The song was brilliant, the beat contrasted the sadness buried with in the lyrics but it was still a song that you could jam out to or maybe cry to.

You screamed along with your friend, really enjoying Fire and the choreography to it. Jin would always tease you with it, pretending to be bad  for you.  The next VCR came around and you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“What-Oh.”

“Mr. Kim would like you both to be backstage.”

“So he did spot you.”

“Told you he would.” You followed the guard backstage, sitting in an empty dressing room that fortunately had a tv streaming the concert.

“Was Yoongi always this hot?”

“Woah, Yoongi. Min Yoongi?”

“Yeah. I like the way he raps and that grey hair. I’d like a private inspection with him and a bed.”

“What’s the bed for?”

“It helps the process.”

“I didn’t know you had a thing for Mr. Min Genius. I thought you were into regular guys.”

“But look at him. Should I really miss a chance to have that? All of it to myself.”

“Oh, gross.”

“Not so great when the shoes on the other foot now, is it?”

“Did you do this to get back at me or do you actually like Yoongi?”

“A bit of both.”

“Omg, if you two date, we could double date. We would have couple buddies! It would be so much fun~”

“Before you plan out our wedding, can it ever occur to you that maybe Yoongi might not like me?”

“Well, he’s not blind. You’re a great girl and he would be lucky to have you.”

“Oh, stop it.”

“Aww, you’re blushing.”

“L-Look, it’s your precious Jin.”

“He looks so hot, all sweaty and panting.”

“You sure sound well acquainted with that, are you two that freaky?”

“Enough about what I do behind closed doors.”

“Is it that crazy?”

“Y/F/N.”

“Fine, fine. I wonder if Yoongi is adventurous?”

“Oh my god, please shut up.”

“Maybe I could say some good tips. Plus, aren’t there things you want to try with Jin that you haven’t?”

“M-Maybe but I won’t push it.”

“You’re his good little girl, aren’t you?”

“You’re frustrating sometimes.”

“Wow, my mom said the same thing before I came over to pick you up.”

“You’re saying that so proudly.”

“It takes a lot of energy to piss someone off and I take pride in that, alright.”

“Okay, you strange child.” The concert was over soon enough and 7 sweaty men entered the dressing room.

“Princess!” You jumped into his arms, not caring about how sweaty he was and he spun you around.

“Why were you two on the balcony?”

“I could have gotten you two better seats.”

“The fan experience.”

“Although it was short lived, oh hey Jin still here!”

“I saw you, Y/F/N. How have you been?”

“Great. I would hug you but you’re a tad bit sweaty.”

“Y/F/N, is it? Nice to meet you.” You winked at her, making her stutter back an answer. You smirked and Jin tugged at your hand while the other boys questioned your friend.

You two escaped, the urgency in his steps were a signal for you. It was also the nonchalance of his fingers while they played with the hem of your skirt. He pulled into a deserted room, a round table sat in the middle with a couch to its left and chairs stacked up to the right. There was a mirror on the right wall, unblocked by the stacked chairs and Jin pinned you against the wall.

“I missed you so much..”

“I missed you too..” He kissed you, his tongue playing with yours. It was definitely heated, the fuel being lust you two felt. You tugged at his hair, losing yourself in the taste of his lips.

You could taste his lip balm, its sweetness could overpower your senses. He switched to sloppy open mouthed kisses, slithers of oxygen escaping your lips. Your hands left his hair, now tugging on his shirt to pull him closer.

He pulled away, shifting his lips to your neck. He bit into the flesh as if it was a succulent morsel of replenishment. You moaned his name, only finding pleasure in such harsh bites. He littered your body with them, admiring his masterpiece.

He took off your shirt, smiling devilishly as the pink lace bra you wore. He cupped your breasts, twisting your nipples through your bra. The added friction with the lace made your lip quiver to bliss.

He palmed over the rest of your body, slipping off your skirt and viewing the pink lace set. You softly yelped to his sudden squeezing of your ass and he moved to the table. He lied down on it, you watching until he pulled your hand.

“Let’s try something new, Y/N.”

“What is it, Jinnie?”

“Straddle my face, princess.” You could feel your whole tingle to effect of his words. Alas, you did so and he gave your ass another squeeze before pushing aside your panties.

“A-ah.”

“So wet..”

“J-Jin.”

“Mm.” You whimpered, feeling his tongue gently flicking against you. His tongue swirled around your clit before transitioning to sucking on there.

“F-Fuck.” He slapped your ass, a hint of warning in the loud slap and you bit your lip. He somehow managed to finger you, the harsh friction aroused you more and he brought you closer to your climax.

“J-Jin-ah.” You pressed your hands against his chest, leaning forward and his hand held your ass to keep you from moving too much.

“I-I’m gonna-” He stopped, making you whine at the loss of contact and you got off him. You slid closer to him on the table, his lips pressed against your ear.

“You have a problem to fix, princess.” He kissed behind your ear as your hand palmed over his crotch. You unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let his cock spring out on his boxers.

Your nimble fingers were quick to pump him, earning yourself one of his rapturous groans. He grabbed your hand, wanting more around him and he sat up. You crawl into his lap, facing him before he let you sink down your hips.

He captured your lips in a kiss, quickly muffling the loud moan that threatened to expose what you two were doing. Your hips began to bounce, finding a pace to stick to. He pulled away, wanting to hear moans spilling out of your lips.

God, were you a hot mess.

Your hair was clenching to the sweat on your skin while you mindlessly bounce your hips. That was left your mind was now a pool of sex, only driven by your bottomless pit of lust. Moans, groans, whimpers, curses and grunts became your language, this sounds being the only thing your mind could produce.

He didn’t stop you either, only thrusting in time with your hips to produce the slapping of skin. You wailed out as his fingers unhooked your bra to set your breasts to jiggle freely.

“J-Jin.”

“You feel so good.”

“H-Harder.” He complied to your will, plunging deeper inside you at a reckless pace and you gripped his back. You held onto him tightly, muffling your moans into his neck until you felt something snap inside you.

It was like a switch before you felt your orgasm flow through your bloodstream. He kissed you sloppy, finishing himself off before pulling out of you. You’d forgotten the latex around him, containing his flowing cum and you sat on your knees on the table. He slipped the condom, tying it before pulling up his pants.

You slipped on your bra, wiping away the sweat on your body. He helped you with your clothes, kissing you in between and you yelp again when you felt his hands on your ass.

“Just can’t help it.”


~Admin Blake

extra-curricular activity

Pairing(s): Chwe Hansol Vernon/Lee Chan, side!Kwon Soonyoung/Lee Jihoon

Tags: college!au, libraries!!!, mentions of sex, they’re all aged up!!! 

Summary: Hansol lives in common misconceptions (aka ogling your crush in the library is definitely not an extra-curricular activity.)


“can i request some chansol college au? if that’s alright :)” - anonymous

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[JB] Sleep with Me

A Jaebum’s fluff ♥

Leaning on your bedroom’s door, you pinned your eyes on your boyfriend , who was putting his music note on the shelf. Just from behind, his broad back and firm shoulders made you blush a little bit, the muscles on his arms flexing as he reached them up high. A sheepish smile broke on your lips as you came towards him, snaked your arms around his waist, your fingers tangled together as you snuggled into his back, sensing his perfect cologne,

“What is it, babe?”, he smiled, turned around to stroke your hair.

“I’m sleepy”, you muffled into his chest and he kissed your forehead.

“Go to sleep then, I’ll be right with you”, Jaebum cooed, pinching your cheeks as you looked up to pucker a pout at him.

“Not without you, Jaebum-ah”, you muttered, reaching up to give him a peck on the lips as his sunshine smile shone on you, him smothering you with kisses.

It had become a routine of yours, something that if you didn’t do, you would feel pretty annoyed and might end up sleepless. It was kind of awkward to sleep with Jaebum at first though, but he knew best to make you feel comfortable around him, right next to him, resting on his arm, rubbing your nose in his chest. He’d cast his spell on you, somehow turned you into his kitty cat that couldn’t fall asleep without his warm wrapping around you. And to be honest, Jaebum would find himself hard to get rest without your presence, the sound you hum, the way you smile in your sleep, the steady breathing of yours, even the tangled legs with his, made him feel at ease. After all the tiredness at work, just be with you, would brighten everything up for him.

“Okay, let’s go”, Jaebum turned you around, hunching down to rest his chin on the crook of your shoulder, him whispering into your ears and his arms straddling around your waist. You smiled, leaning back to kiss him before you two headed to your cozy bed.

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So basically, my feels for Jaebum, which has already been pretty unevenly high compared to other members, now has been boosted up after Dream Knight ep 01 ♥

Please, you have no idea how many times I screamed when (H)OT7 appear on screen!

If you haven’t watched the drama yet, you should, really should watch it!!! Omg, it’s super duper awesome, and funny, too! I bet you will scream :))

chelsiefan71:

The chart above says, “A Better Pain Chart,” but I prefer to think of it as “The Progressive Chelsie Shipping Chart”.  See, here’s how it works.  You used to ba a normal person.  Then all of a sudden, you came across this show called Downton Abbey.  And then THIS happened:

(The numbers correspond with the chart above.)

0. Hmm. What’s this?  A show called Downton Abbey?

1. (As opening credits play) Oh, a doggie!  His little bum!  How cute!

2. That butler guy has a sexy voice.  The housekeeper is really pretty.


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3. Oh, lookie here.  She’s asking if he’s ever thought about marriage. Look at them LOOKING at each other.  Oh, this should be a thing.

4. He’s jealous because that farmer proposed to her.  (Of course, she said no!)  Oh, I’m really feeling it now.  This NEEDS to be a thing.

5. Oh, no! He’s collapsed in the middle of dinner!  She’s so worried, and see how she takes care of him!  OMG, she’s in his BEDROOM!    I ship it!  I ship it!

6. No, no, no!  He can’t LEAVE!  She’ll miss him.  She will.  Very much.  And it costs her nothing to say it.  And just LISTEN to how she says it!

7. Phew, he never did leave.  But now, he’s sick in bed again, and look who’s fussing over him once more!  I ship it SO hard!

8. CANCER! NOOOOOOO!!!  She can’t.  See how crushed he is, thinking he might lose her!  But no, she’s ok.  And he’s so relieved HE’S SINGING FOR HER!  HE’S SINGING!!!  I can’t breathe!

9. Sniffle, sniffle, weep, sob.  Lady Sybil died.  She’s comforting him.  She’s touching his arm.  He’s covering her hand with his own!  ACTUAL PHYSICAL CONTACT!!!  I think I may fall over.

10. These two!  Honestly!  While the kids are getting ready to go the fair, these hornballs are having eyesex right there at the servants’ table!  Get a room!

 

11. Grigg!  Alice!  (She means nothing to him!  Nothing, I tell you!)  Crumpled letter.  Wastebasket.  Train station.  Walking back together.  Drinking sherry.  Picture frame.  And the looks!  Just LOOK at the looks!  I ship it so bad it hurts!  Crying!  Actual tears!

And finally …

Too Serious For Numbers:  THEY’RE AT THE BEACH TOGETHER!  BAREFOOT!  HOLDING HANDS!!!  HE SAID, “RISQUE”!  Sweet Chelsie above, please have mercy on my poor shippy heart!ASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKL  I can’t even take it.  I can’t even …  I can’t … I cannot!  I have lost my ability to can!  Canning hath forsaken me.  I can’t even can’t!  Dead.  Dead.  Dead.  As in, “not alive any more.”  Like, “no longer living.”  That is to say, “existing no more.”

And that, Friends, is how the insanity started.  It’s almost funny … only it’s not!  It’s all fun and games until someone loses a heart (and a mind).  I speak the truth.  You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking all the exact same things!

You're/He's an exchange student

Oops, I misread your request so sometimes (Y/N) is the exchange student, I hope that’s okay. Sorry its taken so long! xxxx

Also, I ran out of ideas so Michael doesn’t have one! I would be more than happy to write one for him if you can come up with an idea! I love Michael and I’m sorry! D;

I’ve probably used that gif before but I can’t remember so forgive me if I have plz xoxo

Ashton:

I never wanted to go on a stupid exchange trip. My dad had told me I had to do it because his boss’ daughter was Australian. I understood that getting a better relationship with his boss would be good for his career, I just didn’t understand why my life had to be impacted. My mum had persuaded me to go. She told me what a fun time I would have there, that it was a great opportunity to get out of our country, go on a holiday. I just thought it was going to be weird.

This was before I realised I had the best parents in the world. I don’t think they knew it either but them sending me to Australia was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. I thought it was just going to be a holiday romance…

My trip to Australia ended in me falling helplessly in love. I knew it was for real. The way even the thought of Ashton would make my stomach flutter. The belief that I would do anything in the world for this one human being. Each kiss felt exactly the same as the first. The magic never seemed to disappear with Ashton. He made me feel more alive than I’d ever felt. At times, my cynical self would pop up. I was being pathetic and desperate. How could I have fallen in love? How would it even work? But then again, I was so happy that my doubts were pushed away time and time again.

Now I was back at home and I stood in the hallway just waiting. Ashton would be here any minute, he’d text me to let me know. And there he was, just a blurry silhouette through the frosted glass of my front door. It hardly seemed real. I quickly took out my phone:

“I missed you.”

I flung open the door and jumped into Ash’s arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. We didn’t move for ages, just relishing in the familiar feel of each other. His hair was a little longer than last time and I buried my head into his neck feeling his stubble scratching against my skin.

His phone buzzed, my text having finally arrived and I let go, him gently reaching into his pocket but still holding my hand in his. I watched as his eyes read the message and then those beautiful hazel eyes became gentle as they looked at me, a small smile pulling at his mouth.

“I’ve missed you too.”

Luke:

It was my first day at a high school that wasn’t the one that I was used to. It was strange. The people wore different clothes, the accents were different, there were classes I’d never even heard of. We didn’t do calculus in England or if we did, it wasn’t called that.

I met Luke on the first day. He had been assigned to me. To show me around, to help me if I had any questions or worries. He was probably the nicest person I’d met, ever, even out of all of the people at home. He was super happy, his laugh made me smile with its random high pitched tones and he was funny, but in a subtle way. You had to really listen to his stupid remarks or witty comments to laugh along.

Without Luke, I didn’t know what I would do but the school year was drawing to an end and I would have to figure it out. How could I just re-adjust back into my old life, back in England?

“(Y/N), do you have to go back? I think you should convince your parents to come here instead.” I chuckled at Luke’s suggestion, I couldn’t imagine my uptight, extremely British parents living in the chilled back country that was Australia.

“I have to Luke. I wish I didn’t either. It’s going to be so weird without you. Why don’t you come to England?”

“Isn’t it cold there?”

“Yeah.” I sighed, remembering how much it rains in England and how rarely you see the sun.

“Well, no thank you then.” He laughed, his lip piercing pushing out a bit as he smiled.

“Luke… will you come and visit me?” I looked at him, a more serious atmosphere taking over the room.

“I don’t know, (Y/N). England is really far away which means it’s expensive…”

“Yeah, I know, I’m being stupid. Don’t worry, we’ll always have Skype right?”

We both fell into silence. Even Skypeing would be difficult, what with the time difference and everything.

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It was a few days later and I was leaving. My suitcase was packed and I had quadruple checked that my boarding pass and passport were in my bag. I had enjoyed my time with my exchange family and although they were supposed to drop me to the airport, we’d sorted it out so that the Hemmings’ would take me and I was glad to spend my last few moments in Australia with them.

“I really wish you didn’t have to go.” Luke stuck his bottom lip out, pouting at me as he lifted my luggage out of the car and began wheeling it to the entrance for me.

I felt really emotional so decided the best option was not to say anything, knowing my voice would break and probably set off the tears. I just put my arms around Luke, his arms coming up instinctively around my shoulders, my face pressed to his chest. 

And then before I knew it, I was in the departure lounge. 

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“(Y/N)!”

“ANSWER YOUR MESSAGES”

“Don’t make me ring you, mum will be pissed if I go over my phone bill again!”

“I know it’s early there but fgs! WAKE UP!”

“I am now sending you telepathic signals”

My phone buzzed over and over as Luke sent a dozen Facebook messages to me. It had been about a week since I’d left Australia and it was beyond difficult to resume life in England.

“oMG. Luke. WhAt?!”

“IT WORKED!! I’m gonna call you on Skype.”

“Can I at least pee? I did just wake up.”

Without waiting for a response I got up from my bed, groaning when I noticed it was 7 in the morning.

Returning to my room I saw that I’d already missed 3 calls from Luke and he was now moaning at me on Skype messenger. Fgs, what could be so urgent? I pressed the camera button next to Luke’s name and turned up the volume to hear the horrible screeching ringing sound. They really should change that.

“FINALLY!”

“Jeez, Luke. Shhh you’ll wake everyone up.”

“Oh yeah sorry. Anyway, you’ll never guess what!”

“What? I swear to God, if this isn’t important I will come back to Australia and kill you.”

“Well, you’ve been gone for a week and to be honest I’ve been quite miserable. I haven’t been leaving the house and I’ve just stayed in my room, missing you-”

“You seem really cut up about it…” I rolled my eyes, looking straight into the lens.

“(Y/N) shut up and let me tell my story. So mum was getting a bit worried, always coming in and asking if I was okay blahblahblah and she kinda figured out why I was upset and… I’M COMING TO ENGLAND THIS SUMMER!”

“What?!” I screeched, it was now me who was disregarding my sleeping family.

“I KNOW!”

Maybe England wouldn’t be such a disappointment this summer. It couldn’t. Not with Luke here.

Calum:

“Calum. This is the last time I’m going to say this. Just because you’re in Spain does not mean that the answer to everything is ‘Hola’.”

“Hola (Y/N)!” Calum grins at me widely, his eyes sparkling. He knows he’s annoying me.

“You’re literally just saying hello to everything!” I sigh with exasperation but my heart softens a little bit as Calum laughs and struggles to order us both ice creams. He doesn’t know that the people here can speak English and we’re all laughing at him. He pouts and blushes before brushing it off and laughing with us.

As we walk down the street to the beach Calum says, “You’re doing all the ordering of stuff from now on.” And I feel the coldness of his strawberry ice cream on my cheek. No he didn’t.

Calum’s eyes stayed on me as he ate his ice cream, a grin pulling at lips but that didn’t help him. My arm shot out and pushed his cone into his mouth making it smudge all over his face. A few people turn to stare at us but we don’t care, Calum’s ice cream now lay on the floor forgotten and he pulls me into his arms, trying to rub his face on mine. 

Suddenly, the playfulness stops as our smiles falter, our breathing heavy from laughing and play fighting. He has to. Surely, right now, he has to kiss me. I think to myself. Instead we break apart and walk back home, an awkward air to our conversations for the whole way.

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“(Y/N), come here!” my mum calls to me from the kitchen in Spanish.

I rolled my eyes at Calum before getting off the sofa.

“Do you like that boy?” Mum carries on peeling potatoes as if my stomach hasn’t just shot up into my mouth.

“By 'that boy’ do you mean Calum who’s been living with us for nearly a month?”

Mum just pouts at me, I know I’ve sassed her and crossed the line and I resist the urge to roll my eyes again.

“Sorry. No mum, I don’t.” She can see through my lie, I can tell.

“He doesn’t understand Spanish (Y/N), you can tell me.”

“Mum, we’re not talking about this!” I turn and leave the kitchen, my mum muttering quickly under her breath about how rude I am. 

Calum looks at me expectantly but I just shake my head before smiling at him and sitting close to his side, our bare arms pressed against each other, his warm skin comforting against mine.

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It was Calum’s last night at our house, he was leaving to go home in the morning and we were settling down to sleep, me comfortable in my bed and Calum on the fold out bed on the floor next to me. We’d been talking about what Australia was like, I was flying out there in a few weeks to stay with him on my exchange trip. We chatted for ages before silence consumed the room as we both became sleepy. 

I couldn’t see Calum but I heard him shuffling around before he said, “(Y/N)?”

“Hmmm?” I replied lazily, my eyes closed and my body wrapped in my duvet.

“I can’t wait four you to be at Australia. I think I much like you in addition to a friend.” Calum spoke in Spanish.

I was in shock. Despite his poor Spanish skills did this mean that he liked me more than a friend? Did he like me back? I sat up and flicked on the lamp that stood on my bedside table. Calum blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. 

“What?” I whispered, not able to quite speak at a normal volume yet.

“Aw crap. Don’t tell me Google translate is as rubbish as I’ve heard?” Calum looked at the ceiling, his face set with frustration.

“Well…” I laughed, “I kind of understood what you were trying to say. But… really? You like me?” I spoke, my shock now being replaced by excitement that I struggled to repress.

“Well, yeah.” Calum looked adorable and I wished I could remember the look he gave me for the rest of my life. He looked incredibly shy and nervous. 

I jumped out of my bed and on top of Calum my mouth finding his as my hands grasped his face. 

“I like you too, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

Our smiles were reflected on each other’s faces and I got the feeling that the butterflies that were fluttering around in my stomach would still be there when I landed in Australia in a few weeks time. I couldn’t wait.

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Thank you for reading!

Masterlist

A DETAILED ANALYSIS OF THE STITCHERS HALOWEEN EPISODE PROMO

as told by reva 

camille being a godess and talking about halloween

the golden 4 appear to be at a halloween party of sort, Camille looks like Cleopatra, Kirsten is an angel (100 dollars Cameron calls her that sometime in the episode) Cameron ( WHO IS VERY MUCH ALIVE GOD BLESS) wearing a superhero suit, and I think Linus is a vamp

“I told you, I don’t do scary” Kirsten replies, looking at Cameron. Sure, because you WERE NOT AT ALL scared when we all died (lets not talk about that)

Then we have some Camus leaning on each other, jumping as a mansion door opens 

CAMILLE SASS SIGN ME UP 

So we see Kirsten in pajamas, standing outside. My guess is she had a nightmare about Cameron, which I will explain later. 

CAMSTEN CUDDLING SCENE 

“Should I be Worried About You” Goodkin, featuring glasses. Now, back to my Kirsten having a Cameron induced nightmare, in that scene, Cameron is wearing the same shirt he is in the picture, and Kirsten’s hair is very messy and bed-head-y meaning CAMSTEN SLEEPOVER YAS

KIRSTEN IS HOLDING A POINTY WEAPON HIDE THE CHILDREN SOMETHING EVIL IS IN THE NIGHT

CAMERON HAS A KNIFE TO HIS FACE LAWD

 now there are a whole bunch of really quickly played scenes, can’t seem to analyze them.

CAMILLE IS SCARED OMG IM SCARED GUYS

This is an update of a little something I did after S4.  I’ve redone it to include events from S5.  I’m sure S6 will be off the charts.  This is exactly how the insanity begins, friends, with a picture of a castle and a pooch’s rump.  Read through this and see how close the description comes to your actual shipping experience.  I’d imagine it’s been pretty similar for all of us.

Hmm.  What’s this?  A show called Downton Abbey?


Oh, a doggie!  Its little bum!  How cute!


That butler guy has a sexy voice.  The housekeeper is really pretty.


Oh, lookie here.  She’s asking if he’s ever thought about marriage.  Look at them LOOKING at each other.  *shippy radar pinging loudly and quickly* Oh, this should be a thing.


He’s jealous because that farmer proposed to her.  (Of course, she said no!)  Oh, I’m really feeling it now.  This NEEDS to be a thing.


Oh, no! He’s collapsed in the middle of dinner!  She’s so worried, and see how she takes care of him!  OMG, she’s in his BEDROOM!    I ship it!  I ship it!


No, no, no!  He can’t LEAVE!  She’ll miss him.  She will.  Very much.  And it costs her nothing to say it.  And just LISTEN to how she says it!


Phew, he never did leave.  But now, he’s sick in bed again, and look who’s fussing over him once more!  I ship it SO hard!


CANCER! NOOOOOOO!!!  She can’t.  See how crushed he is, thinking he might lose her!  But no, she’s ok.  And he’s so relieved HE’S SINGING FOR HER!  HE’S SINGING!!!  I can’t breathe!


Sniffle, sniffle, weep, sob.  Lady Sybil died.  She’s comforting him.  She’s touching his arm.  He’s covering her hand with his own!  ACTUAL PHYSICAL CONTACT!!!  I think I may fall over.


These two!  Honestly!  While the kids are getting ready to go the fair, these hornballs are having eyesex right there at the servants’ table!  Get a room!


He’s angry, but she’s calming him down.  She’s touching his chest!  Quick!  Fetch my smelling salts!


Grigg!  Alice!  (She means nothing to him!  Nothing, I tell you!)  Crumpled letter.  Wastebasket.  Train station.  Walking back together.  Drinking sherry.  Picture frame.  And the looks!  Just LOOK at the looks!  I ship it so bad it hurts!  Crying!  Actual tears!


FLIRTING?!?!?!  Is Mr. Charles Carson actually flirting?  HAAAAAAAAALP!


THEY’RE AT THE BEACH TOGETHER!  BAREFOOT!  HOLDING HANDS!!!  HE SAID, “RISQUE”!  Sweet Chelsie above, please have mercy on my poor shippy heart!  ASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKL  I can’t even take it.  I can’t even …  I can’t odd …  I can’t … I cannot!  I have lost my ability to can!  Canning hath forsaken me.  I can’t even can’t!  There is no canning whatsoever to be had.  Dead.  Dead.  Dead.  As in, “not alive any more.”  Like, “no longer living.”  That is to say, “existing no more.”


“Nobody needs to know everything!”?  “Get away with you!”?

HE’S FLIRTING AGAIN, AND SHE’S FLUSTERED!  I’M FLUSTERED!  I’m an incoherent mess! Unable to English! Cannot words!


“Invest in a property together?” Are you kidding me? “A business venture?” Oh, help me! Something’s going to explode. My head? My eyeballs? My lungs? My heart? Everything? I can’t tell! It hurts so goooooood!


They’re looking at houses!


But no!  She can’t go in on the deal with him. She’s crushed.  He’s heartbroken.  I’m beyond help.


But wait!  HE’S ACTUALLY PROPOSING!!!  MARRIAGE!!!  FOR REAL!  He does want to be stuck with her, and he’s not marrying anyone else, and of course, she’ll marry him, and he’s AN OLD BOOBY!  And he’s so happy he’s crying.  And I’m crying.  And we’re all crying!

ARGLBARGL!!! Highly lordship! Æßñçęøîżšùłáå@&$#%€£¥*!?

BARROW!  Bring me my swooning sofa!  On the double!

“Hello?  911?  Yes, this is chelsie fan.  I’d like to reserve an ambulance and book an ER bed for Sunday, September 20th…  No, I do not have an emergency right now, but I’m going to have one soon…  What do you mean, ‘That’s not the way it works’?”

And that, friends, is how it all began.  And how it continued.  And how it intensified.  And how it will end.  So get your affairs in order before Sunday.

Love to all -

chelsie fan

It’s 4:20am … I should be sleeping and originally I WANTED to sleep but then I decided to draw another page and another page and now I reached page 8 of this still SECRET thing *coughs* Have a teaser and wow - since when did my librarian!au turn into something like THIS ahahaha…

You’ll see *alistair voice*