i remembered this today and had to watch

one benefit of poverty -and i say this completely unironically- is that if you cant afford TV, you dont spend hours watching it and acclimating to the bullshit of constant advertisements. (i remember when we had stolen cable for a few months, how i distinctly felt like my head was fuzzier after a few days of TV.) with the blessing of adblock, the only commercials i see now are the ones that are on sports channels at work.

i saw a commercial for the New York Times today. just words printed on the screen, “he said. she said.” over and over, and then “she said. she said. she said.” filling the screen. then, bold words: “the truth has power. the truth will not be threatened. the truth has a voice…..” and then the advertiser’s logo.

i scoffed, how manipulative. a cheap appeal to pop feminism, a pseudo-rebellious statement about The Truth meant to prey on people’s outrage at the creeping totalitarianism of our government, wrapped up by implying that their newspaper has a monopoly on The Truth. but then i thought, how sad that it’s actually a very clever approach to take; people want to believe a powerful corporate voice has interest vested in The Truth. that they can be trusted to defend The Truth, when it’s really always a matter of their discretion what stories they decide to tell, and how.

advertising can really shine a light into not just the desires of a people, but their fears as well. 

If you ever feel bad about ur life remember the time very, very long ago (today) when I was incredibly stressed out for two weeks because the cool barista told me she hoped I “had an unfortunate day” every morning, so I thought she hated me. Two weeks is how long it took me to piece together that my last name is Baudelaire. Was I clued in when she told me to watch out for men with ankle tattoos? No. No, I was not.


I want to thank you for being such a big source of inspiration for me. I remember finding your channel back in 2012 by accident when I was looking for Amnesia compilations. I think you barely had 5k subs at the time? I don’t think you even had a webcam yet actually. I remember watching a vlog where you said that you wanted to upload videos everyday. You sounded committed and passionate about it. I’m someone who’s draws inspiration from passionate individuals and I thought to myself, “Alright, I’ll keep watching if you show me that you’re truly dedicated to this.”

You kept at it. I could see you were truly driven about making videos and I was curious to see where you were headed. Even today, I’m looking forward to watching what you do. Yes, I still watch your videos, though I’m more selective on which ones to watch. You still make me laugh and bring a smile to my face when days are rough.

The whole Darkiplier thing has been a weird and wondrous adventure with many ups and downs. Fun fact, I nearly scrapped him entirely because I got frustrated with the idea and I was unsure of where to go with the character. I took a long break from drawing him and my best friend @prismkitten-mivy has helped me rebuild his story. I have more plans for projects involving him in the near future and I’m ecstatic to share those ideas with the community.

I want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to be apart of this charity. I’m still in shock over how many items have been sold and how much has been raised. Your community can do a lot of good when it comes together for these events. Thank you, for being a passionate and driven individual that inspires creative people such as myself. You’re a wonderful person Mark, and I can’t wait to see where you go from here.

im watching a girl on the bus put on lip balm.
her hair is rained on and pulled into a tiny loop on the back of her head.
i feel connected to her because we are both wet and wearing lipstick and heavy shoes
she is pulling sunglasses out of her backpack and pulling a piece of hair off her face. she is sliding a pin against her head.
she moves her hands like someone is watching. I think we all do this.
I wonder if
girls are poetic because we simply are or because someone is always watching us. being a voyeur makes me feel less innocent.

but still I wonder what she is reading. i wonder if the lipstick she’s wearing is her favorite or if it’s just the one she had in her pocket today. i wonder who she is going to meet tonight.

When she’s getting off the bus she smiles at me and i feel at ease. i want to tell her she is beautiful but I remember that every time a stranger told me I was beautiful it has made me feel uneasy. so I watch her go and I am grateful


jacksonwang852g7: First time in Australia !! Can’t wait to meet you guys! Let’s get crazy tomorrow ! Today I walked around town with my brother’s family, great food and everything, it was a great experience, and I had a great day! Also because my extremely cutie niece Amiee!!! As your uncle, I’m sorry for not being able to spend time with you all the time, watching you grow from month to month, I will try my best in the future to come see you more and more often! And when ever I see you I will force to give you 3000000 kisses !! LOL I will miss you and remember, you’re the prettiest princess in the world. I love you sooooooo much my Amiee. 

처음으로 호주 왔는데요! 내일 봐요 여러분! 미친듯이 한번 놀아보장!!! 오늘 친형의 가족이랑 호주 도시 안에 돌아봤는데 정말 좋았어요! 음식도 맛있고 정말 좋은 하루였어요. 당연히 우리 사랑하는 조카 Aimee 때문에 더 즐거웠죠! ㅋㅋ 우리 Aimee 야 ㅠㅠ 삼촌이 항상 너의 옆에 있지못해서 많이 미안해 ㅠㅠ 너의 성장 하는 모습 못 봐서 삼촌이 많이 마음이 아프다 ㅠ 앞으로 기회 있을때 마다 항상 항상 갈게!! 가자마자 너를 뽀뽀 3000000 번 할거야!!! 많이 보고싶을거고 ㅠ 그리고 우리 Aimee 는 이세상에 제일 예쁜 공주님이야! 삼촌이 많이 사랑해 !! 

第一次来到澳洲!大家准备好明天跟我们一起疯狂了吗?今天跟我哥哥的家人在城市里走来走去,逛了很久,吃了很多好吃的,玩得很开心。 那也当然是因为我的侄女 Aimee! 我的宝贝Aimee, 叔叔不能经常在你身边陪你玩,不能够在你身边看你一天一天的成长,叔叔也很不开心,对不起你。但以后一有机会的话肯定马上飞过来看你!一看到你就会强亲你3000000 次!我会很想你的!还有我们是这世界上最漂亮的公主!现在是以后也是!叔叔很爱你! 

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 1/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Suicide attempt?? , depression, mental illness’, mixture of fluff and angst throughout the series, homophobic slurs


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Richie Tozier brought the cigarette between his lips, letting the toxic smoke fill his decaying lungs and pulse throughout his insides and swirls around in each crevice of his body. He then takes away the cancer stick, after a moment blowing out the toxic waste into the thin November air.

Beverly Marsh raised an eyebrow at him, sitting across from the much taller boy on the brick wall with her own cigarette between her fingers. She watched as the smoke faded into nothing, sighing lightly as she proceeded to watch her best friend smoke away.

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Sex Tape (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 1.9k 

part two: peaches and cream. part three: toys.

Summary: “Well, it’s my last day home.” He said, stating the obvious as you came closer to him. You nodded, silently urging him to continue before he bent over and picked a box up off of the ground which you didn’t even look at. Your eyes were too focused on his face as he continued to smirk, “I just want to remember it, that’s all.” 

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you remember when we met? Dean texted Cas one night. Cas flopped down on his bed, smiling up at his phone.

Yes. At the dance, he texted back. Immediately, the dot dot dots of a return message being written popped up.

first high school dance!! i was freaking out so much before. just randomly thought of it today, Dean’s text read.

It was definitely an experience, Cas replied. It had been a couple of years since that dance, and he and Dean had become firm friends. Best friends, even. Cas bit his lip, watching those dot dot dots reappear as Dean began to write back. It still made his stomach flip when Dean texted him. It still made his heart thud when Dean paid him attention. It always had, right from the moment they’d first met.

Sometimes, he could have sworn Dean felt the same way -

But he couldn’t be sure, and he couldn’t risk losing their friendship by confessing how he felt. It was just too much to lose.

i had no one to dance with. it was so embarrassing. i was so not popular back then, god, Dean said. Cas smiled at his phone. It was hard to imagine handsome, gorgeous, charming Dean as anything less than king of the school these days - but Cas remembered dorky little freckled freshman Dean with a good kind of pinch in his chest. At that first high school dance, he’d looked so lost and crushed when everyone had paired up and he’d had no one; Cas had seen him from across the hall, and gone to talk to him.

He’d been too shy to ask Dean to dance, though, obviously.

why’d you even come talk to me? we were there for like 2 hours and you could’ve probably danced with anyone in that room, Dean said, double-texting without shame, as he tended to do.

I felt for you, Cas typed out. Or at least, that’s what he intended to type out - and it was only after he hit send that he realised what he’d actually said.

I fell for you, read the message, in stark black letters. Oh, no. Cas felt a wave of panic rush over him as Dean’s dot dot dots appeared. He swallowed hard and began to type, too, thumbs slipping in his haste. Sorry, typo, he wrote. I meant -

wait what. you did? said Dean. Cas deleted what he’d written, his heart in his throat. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, with no idea what to type. Yes, said his honesty. No, just joking, said the easy way out. I’m moving to Peru, said the only possible permanent solution to the entire mess.

Dean’s dot dot dots appeared before he could settle on a reply, and Cas felt his usual stomach flip - only a thousand times worse. His hands were actually shaking a little bit.

because… you wouldn’t have been the only one, said Dean’s message.

Cas’ phone slipped out of his hands and hit him in the face.

The next day, Dean kissed the little bruise it left on his nose. And then he kissed Cas’ cheek. And then he kissed his lips.


A Bucky x Reader / smut

A/N: This is a rewrite of one of my SPN fics called ‘Purr’. I haven’t had much of a mojo to write anything new, but I wanted to put some kind of content out for you guys. Also, you’ll be happy to know it’s mechanic!Bucky. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think ♥

Word Count: 1,629

- 18 or over please.
- if i see any blog under 18 like this or reblog it, I will have to block you.
- please, always wear a condom.

Tags: (no tags this time besides my peeps, please see the bottom of this fic if you would like to be tagged in future fics)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky had been gawking at you all day like a lovesick teenager. When your eyes would meet his sapphire blues, he’d quickly look away, as if he didn’t want you to notice his wandering eyes. You saw him though, saw his shimmering orbs scan over every inch of your body, stopping at your breasts and lingering there. Sometimes his mouth would hang open just an inch as he stared and you were surprised he never drooled, those perfect pouty lips making you want to attack his mouth in broad daylight.

You’d be lying if you said you were the innocent one, the urge to fuck his brains out growing with each moment you spent with him. When he was practicing his combat skills at Stark Tower, or tuning up Steve’s bike in the garage, you’d watch the muscles work underneath his skin with each movement, longing to run your fingers over each vein.

You’d brought him a bottle of water and watched drops of sweat run down his forehead, across his cheek, and disappear into his shirt. You’d balled your hands into fists at your sides, the urge to taste the salty liquid from his skin overwhelming you. So many times you had thought about what it would be like to feel his huge, strong hands working you over like he did baby’s engine.

“Y/N?” Bucky said sharply, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. You clenched your thighs together and could already feel the wetness pooling in your panties. “Can you pass me that wrench from the toolbox?” You got up on shaky legs and grabbed the wrench you thought he needed from the rusted, red toolbox on the backseat.

“Thank you,” he started, taking it from your hands. “But that’s not the one. Let me show you.” His hand found the small of your back, leading you to the toolbox. He pulled out the correct wrench and presented it to you. His hand was on your back again, guiding you back to Steve’s bike. “See, this one fits because of the way this bolt goes.” You watched him bend over, admiring the grease that was speckled up and down his forearms and biceps. You were suddenly uncomfortable, your thoughts turning to pure filth as you imagined him smearing that grease all over your naked skin.

“I- I’m gonna go inside,” you stammered, fidgeting with your hands. “It’s too hot out here.”

You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you walked to the door of your motel room, your heart beating loudly in your chest. You closed the door behind you and pressed your back to it, letting out the deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Suddenly exhausted, you flopped down on your stomach onto the bed closest to the door, and fell asleep almost instantly.

You had no idea how much time had passed, but sunlight was still shining through the curtains as you fluttered your eyelids open. After your brain peeked through your sleep induced fog, your senses realized what had awoken you. Calloused fingertips ran down your bare thighs from behind you, followed by full hands rubbing your tired muscles. You closed your eyes again and took moment to catch your breath, knowing it was Bucky.

“Is this okay?” You heard him whisper, the smell of oil and leather invading your senses. Suddenly, his hands were right below your ass, cupping the soft flesh there.

“Are you joking?” you asked without thinking, feeling goosebumps rise along your skin at his touch. This is what you’d been dreaming about for weeks. “Please don’t stop.”

As if a switch had been flipped in him, Bucky suddenly had his hands around your waist, flipping you over onto your back. He was still covered in grease, even more so now from working on the bike. His hands moved hungrily underneath your shirt, smearing the black substance along your heated skin. You felt like you were on fire, about to combust, when his lips suddenly crashed into yours. A moan escaped your lips and got lost in his mouth, as he brought your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this? To touch you like this?” He growled into your neck, as he peppered it with quick and lustful kisses. “Too fucking long.”

“I- I saw the way you looked at me,” you managed to say, Bucky’s lips moving down to your collarbone and suckling there. “Like you were undressing me with your eyes.”

Bucky brought his eyes up to meet yours; those beautiful, swirling pools of blue. You felt your breath hitch at the sudden eye contact, your teeth biting on your bottom lip. You swore his face was made of marble, the beautiful creases by his eyes and even the tiny scar on his cheek so beautiful. You brought your hand up to trace the lines on his cheeks, and his eyes instinctively closed at your soft touch.

“You caught me,” he answered with a sly smile, his tongue snaking out to swipe over his plush bottom lip. “Now I want to undress you for real. Do you mind?”

His eyes were glinting with mischief and lust. How could you say no to someone so attractive? You shook your head no, unable to form words. Bucky quickly disposed of your grease covered t-shirt and bra, following with your cotton shorts. You suddenly remembered that you had failed to put on any panties today, suddenly self-consciously naked under his intimidating gaze. Bucky whistled, the sound echoing off the motel room walls.

“Would you look at that pretty pussy?” he groaned out, brushing his thumb softly across your already swollen clit. “Just as I imagined it would be.”

He got down on his knees at the end of the bed and put his palms underneath your ass to pull you closer to him. Your nipples were so sensitive and hard already, you couldn’t help but roll them between your fingers as you watched Bucky’s mouth come closer and closer to your dripping sex. “What do you say I make you purr like Steve’s bike outside, hmm?”

Before you could even answer, his soft lips were wrapped around your clit. At first, his tongue moved in torturous circles around your bundle of nerves, before sucking it into his mouth and making your toes curl. Every few seconds he’d stop, allowing you to catch your breath and swiping his tongue inside you to taste your juices, before sucking your clit into his mouth again and again. You were so close to cumming already and he could tell, your entire body trembling, your legs instinctively trying to close around his head. Bucky inserted one of his thick fingers inside you, growling at your walls pulsing around it.

“Fuck,” he growled, curling up his finger to brush perfectly against your g-spot. “Let me feel you cum, Y/N.”

That’s all it took for your orgasm to crash through you in a violent wave, your entire body jerking on the bed, your moans reaching the ceiling.

“You’re so sweet and you taste even sweeter,” Bucky said, sucking your juices off his finger. Your entire chest and face was flushed scarlet from your orgasm, your pussy aching for Bucky to fill you up.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, tugging at his belt and pulling him closer.

“Tell me,” he commanded, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

“I need to feel you fill me,” you whispered, and his eyes lit up even more. His pants and boxers were pooled around his feet quicker than you could blink. You gasped at the sight of his hard, thick cock pointed right in your direction. You couldn’t help but reach your hand out to grab it, to feel the ridges and veins glide in your palm as you stroked him up and down. You licked the bead of precum off the tip of his cock, ensuring you made eye contact with him the entire time.

“Lay back,” he said, taking his cock into his own hand and lazily stroking it. He spread your legs apart with his free hand and ran the head along your slick folds, brushing it against your clit with each turn. He eased himself in slow, allowing your tight walls to accommodate his size. Bucky hissed between his teeth as he sunk himself deep inside you, feeling your sweetest spot against his sensitive tip. He pumped his hips into you at a slow pace at first, but you were already desperate for more friction, desperate for him to fuck the ever loving shit out of you.

“Faster,” you breathed out, the desperation in your voice thick and needy. “Harder. Fuck me.”

Bucky pumped into you faster and faster, the redness creeping up his chest as he fucked you deeper and deeper. His fingers dug into your ankles so deeply, he left marks. The sweat from his brow was dripping onto your stomach now,

“I’m going to fucking cum so deep inside you,” he grunted out between thrusts, the feeling of his hard cock pulling at your walls making you want to cum again. “I can’t hold it anymore.” You watched as Bucky’s face contorted and you felt his cock twitch inside you as he came, sending you over the brink yourself. You both moaned each other's’ names as you released, tingles pricking at your skin. He collapsed on top of you, the grease from his arms now rubbing all over you once more. Once you were both able to catch your breath, Bucky propped himself up on his elbow to look at you.

“You’re all dirty,” he said, a sly smirk on his face. “What do you say I go clean you up?”

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Don’t Care if it Hurts pt. 4

Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, mentions of Unrequited!Hoseok x Reader, unrequited!Taehyung x reader. 

Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, Alcoholism, hurt/comfort

Wordcount: 6.2k

authors note: Hey guys! I’m so stunned by the positive responses I’ve gotten from everyone~ I’m so glad that everyone loves IDCIIH so much. Also- I'm nearing finals week, It’s unlikely that this story will be updated until after my finals are over. 

wine mom Seokjin and Namjoon are my favorite fight me on this. also, Healthy Jimin is my kink. 

Song to play during this chapter: press your number ~ taemin

Originally posted by mvssmedia

It didn’t surprise you; what was waiting when your alarm went off. Jimin stretched, eyes tired from where he had taken up shop curled around your feet. “Master Namjoon left a note on your door when he left a little while ago.” He said. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking like he hadn’t slept a wink. 

Before washing up and getting ready for your classes (which started in a few hours) you opened your door to get the note. It was one of your brother’s little quirks, it made you a little happy, knowing you where the only one he’d rather talk too in person than text.

Something came up, Seokjin will cook on Friday night. Sorry. Going with Suga to Busan, Be back WEDS, Love you. – RM

You sighed rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and tucking the note into one of the drawers by your vanity. 

“What was it?” Jimin asked.

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I’ve been trying to take some time before writing this to compose myself but that doesn’t seem like it’ll happen anytime soon…

I directly faced some bullshit anti Semitism from a coworker last week. To make things brief, he made a joke about hitler and then did the heil hitler salute. And laughed.

Naturally I was EXTREMELY upset and flipped out on him. I told my boss, who said she would talk to HR about it. Today at work I asked her about it and she basically told me this:

“Boss: "I watched the video of coworker saying the joke. As you said, you blew up at him and the video doesn’t look good for you. Remember, he’s 18 and from the hood and this is normal for him. You guys need to play nice”

A number of things about this bother me. First, my reaction was and is completely justified. Had I made a joke about lynching I would’ve been out on my ass so quick it would’ve made my head spin. Second, being 18 makes no difference. He is a legal adult, and he needs to act like one. Being “from the hood” (which a SUCH a racist, fucked up thing to say) makes no difference. Third, how fucking condescending for her to tell us to “play nice”, as if we just had a simple disagreement. As if he didn’t blatantly show how much he doesn’t respect Jews or the suffering at our hands.

So basically, I quit today. She told me there was nothing she could do. So, there was nothing I could do except quit.

There’s a lot more I have to say but I am too emotionally charged to put it into words. But yeah.

Sneak Pt. 1 [M]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Graphic smut, this is pure filth, i am not sorry, ceo!namjoon

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: this shoot had me feeling all sorts of ways. don’t tempt me into making this a series because i very well could lol oops rip me. Also, this is unedited. I will be coming back to it to make edits once I finally sleep

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Part 1 Part 2

You stood behind the podium and stared out into the boardroom. The group of unamused business men clad in suits that costs 6 months of your rent stared back at you. The youthful face of the CEO stood out amongst the wrinkled frowns of everyone else in the room. You tried not to stare, or at least not let him notice you were staring. You had been working for this corporation for 3 months but you still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that Namjoon was your boss. Granted, there weren’t many CEO’s in their 20’s anyway.

But he was handsome. His dirty blonde hair always sat messily upon his head. Thick black framed glasses sat perfectly on his face while two dimples frame the sides of his perfect lips. Not that you had notice his perfect lips to begin with. Namjoon was your boss, a mantra that you had to remind yourself on a daily basis because if it weren’t for that then you would certainly be wanting to get him in the supply closet. But Namjoon was your boss.

Taking a deep breath, you started your presentation. It seemed like all the knowledge your fancy degree had given you went out the window as soon as you started to speak. You weren’t even sure if it was english, but before you knew it you had reached the last slide. Silence filled the room as the men in suits took in the last of your words. “Any questions?” you asked.

There was no response. Just pairs of empty eyes staring back at you. The overwhelming feeling of failure creeped into your bones as you stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to do. Finally, the grumpiest of all the men raised an eyebrow and started to speak, “How is this relevant to our company? The ideas you are proposing are very provocative, but we don’t run the business this way. It seems a little out of reach, don’t you think?”

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I got to watch history of the entire world without worrying about an upcoming AP exam, but I remember what it’s like, so good luck, my high school followers. 


Remember when I said I had a tattoo appointment for today? Well…Here it is!

I’ve been thinking about getting this for literally months and I finally decided to go through with it. I’m honestly so in love with it.

I’ve been watching Jack for years but in recent months, he’s helped me so damn much, both in terms getting me out of my creative rut and for making me happy when nothing else does. I could go into excessive detail but I’ll spare you the long read. All I’m going to say is that I’ve been so happy watching him and I can never thank him enough for all that he’s done. I met my best friend @megsiplier through the channel and tbh I don’t think I would have had the courage to talk to her if it wasn’t for him.

So…Thank you for everything Jack. :)


Edit: No, I’m not going to regret this. Yes, I thought about this beforehand.

anonymous asked:

"Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn't do this again. Baby please wake up."

“Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn’t do this again. Baby please, wake up”

“Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn’t do this again. Baby, please just open your eyes for me” I begged once again, as if he could actually hear it.

I wanted to scream at him, grab his shoulders and shake some life into his heavy body just laying there. Hell, if he wasn’t already fighting for his life, I would kill him myself for doing this to me.

To all of us.

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A guy in my Spanish V class showed up one day in a full-body banana costume, and when the teacher asked him why he said “because I felt like a banana today.”

This same guy would break out in song whenever someone accidentally said a song title or lyric that he knew of. He had a pretty good voice, too. So one time we’re getting ready to watch our “edutainment” PBS telenovela, as one does on Fridays in Spanish V. (It was called Destinos, and all I really remember from it is this sexy Argentinean dude impressing a lady with cut vegetable sculptures. But I digress.) Senora tells the class that today’s episode of Destinos is called “Inolvidable.” She asks if anyone can tell us what the means in English, then looks right at our singing banana friend like “ahem?

“Um… it means ‘unforgettable,’ right?” he said. Which is correct. But he said it. He didn't sing it.

And this tiny, very stern lady, just shy of retirement age, actually stamped her foot in frustration like a little kid. She’s like, “Really??? The ONE TIME I actually WANT you to sing? ‘Unforgettable’! Come on! Have you NEVER heard of Nat King Cole???”

december 15th

Mike looks up as he hears the chords of an all-too-familiar song play. His wife—his wonderful, beautiful, perfect wife of 20 years—is smiling at him, swaying towards him. “Wanna dance?”

He takes her hand, getting up from his chair and leaving behind his work. He puts his hands on her waist as she drapes her arms over his shoulders.

Every breath you take

Every move you make

Every bond you break

Every step you take

I’ll be watching you

“That’s today, you know.”

Mike looks up from where his head has been resting against hers. “What?”

“The Snow Ball,” she says, and her eyes seem just as wide now as they had been then. “December fifteenth, 1984.” She’s good with numbers, always has been, and that extends to dates. Of course she remembers.

Mike grins. “Shit, you’re right. That was…what, thirty-three years ago?

“We were so small,” she says, and then laughs. “Well, you weren’t, but I was.”

“I was shorter,” he points out.

“Yeah, but you still towered over me.”

“True.” He kisses her temple. “You know, I think that’s when I first realized I loved you.”


“Uh-huh.” He nods, his cheek brushing her curls. “I knew I cared about you and that I’d do anything to see you again, I just…I don’t know…it didn’t hit me until I saw you come in through those doors.”

She hums, moving just a little bit closer. “That was a good night,” she says softly.


Since you been gone I been lost without a trace

I dream at night I can only see your face

I look around but it’s you I can’t replace

I feel so cold and I long for your embrace

I keep crying baby, baby please

El tilts her head up to look at him and he doesn’t even think twice, just lowers his head to kiss her. And maybe it’s the song and the rush of nostalgia, but kissing his forty-six year old wife in the middle of their living room somehow feels just as special as kissing the girl of his thirteen-year-old dreams.

Risk and Reward

Pairing:Barista!Lin x Reader

Requested?: Nope! It just came to my head one day and I ran with it.

Summary: You stop by a café to grab coffee on your way to work, said café also has a really cute barista.

Words: 5k+

Part One | Part Two

A/N: Well here we are. I had this idea for a real long time but it just never came together. Now I have gotten my shit together (thanks Ale and Kate) and I think I can start this series! Shoutout to Taryn for being a huge inspiration behind this series. Work Comes Home was the reason this idea even became an actual fic and not a passing thought. I really hope you guys like it!

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You quickly entered the coffee shop, shuffling up to the counter with a panicked expression. Your bus was coming soon and you were running late for your first day at a new job.

“Hi, can I have two medium iced caramel lattes?” You rushed out, already opening your wallet to find your debit card. You got it out and held it towards the barista who was just staring back at you.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, running your hand over your cheek.

The dark-haired man seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in, blinking rapidly as he straightened his posture.

“Oh! No, no I’m sorry ma’am. I, uh, I…” He struggled to finish his sentence and you giggled lightly, he was sort of cute.

“It’s okay. I space out too,” you paused to look at his nametag, “Lin.” You finished, holding out your debit card once again.

He nodded, taking your card and looking at the screen in front of him and pausing.

“…I’m sorry what did you order again?” Lin smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

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it’s you || kim taehyung

Anonymous said:
omg! so I just requested a tae imagine similar to the jealousy one you did about jimin, BUT it’d be cool if you switched it up where instead y/n is afraid that tae will leave her if you want! honestly I’m cool with either, so whichever you’d rather write would be amazing! 💕 love you!!!

Kim Taehyung x reader

Summary: With Taehyung’s naturally sociable disposition, and people surrounding him at all times, it’s easy to wonder if he needs you around.

Genre: angst/fluff

Words: 1968

thank you requesting!! sorry it took a while <33


Originally posted by livefortaekook

Taehyung was the most likeable person I had ever met. You couldn’t speak to him and not instantly fall for his kind eyes, easy laugh and amicable personality. He was so outgoing and friendly that people were drawn towards him, and he found it easy to get them to open up. I had seen him turn the coldest of people into giggling messes, without even trying.

It had always been something I loved about him, but right at that moment I hated it.

I watched from my position leant against the wall as he got his makeup done, flocked by people talking to him from all sides. He said something, and everyone laughed, the girl doing his makeup leaning against him with her hand on his cheek. She had been openly touchy with him the whole time she had been preparing him, taking his hand and putting her face so close to him she could have kissed him if she wanted to. I was sure she wanted to.

She didn’t, of course, and my rational thought was telling me she was just doing her job, and Tae was just doing his. But I couldn’t shake the angry and disconcerted feeling settling over me as I watched them.  

I huffed, wondering when he was going to remember I was there. I knew it was stupid, and irrational, to be jealous, but I couldn’t help it, especially when I had been so excited for today. Taehyung had taken me to one of his shoots for the first time, and I had been grinning from ear to ear at the opportunity to spend the day with him, and see behind the scenes. I ended up just feeling worse than I would have had I not come.

The makeup artist nodded, running her hand through his hair one last time before pulling him up. I saw her say something and he immediately laughed, clapping his hands together. I gritted my teeth when he took her shoulders and replied, still smiling.

He caught my eye as he moved to the centre of the room to start shooting, and gave me a small wave. I forced the corners of my mouth up, returning his wave from behind the camera, but I couldn’t seem to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth.

He was even better in front of a camera. He knew exactly where to look and what to do with his body. I watched in awe as he changed position, every single one professional and it was evident it would come out well. I let a small smile spread across my face at how good he looked. That was until, the same stylist came running into the middle of the room.

She reached up to fix his hair, placing one of her hands on his cheek. He stared down at her with a smile, watching her intently, and I instantly felt sick to my stomach. Had he ever smiled at me like that? I looked at her again, taking in her perfect outfit and perfect skin and perfect everything. She was beautiful.

I wasn’t sure why my eyes were suddenly stinging, but I knew I had to get out before I let it affect me anymore. I pushed off the wall and quietly left the room, knowing he wouldn’t even notice me go.

After a while of sitting on the steps outside the studio, although the air had been cooling on my hot skin at first, I was starting to freeze. I rubbed my hands together, watching my breath float in wisps as I breathed out. I didn’t want to go back inside. It would only remind me of how well Taehyung got along with everyone; how he was better off without me.

The door behind me suddenly swung open and I twisted my neck to see one of the stylists. I tried not to let myself feel disappointed, giving her a small smile.

“Are you okay?” She asked kindly. “Taehyung’s wondering where you are.”

She was so sweet. I couldn’t even hate her for spending as much time with him as possible, and hanging onto his every word, because who wouldn’t? I nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just getting some air, I have a headache.” She frowned sympathetically.

“Okay, well, I’ll tell Tae you’re here, okay?” She asked, heading back to the door. I gritted my teeth at the nickname. Part of me wanted to jump up and follow her into the warmth, back to Taehyung. But another part didn’t want him to even know where I was; didn’t want him to see me.

I settled for just staying where I was and nodding, thanking her and watching the door close, sighing into the freezing air.

“Babe!” I heard suddenly, along with the sound of the door slamming open. I whipped around, to see Taehyung, swinging through the door with a smile on his face, his eyes finding mine immediately. “Don’t disappear like that!”

He sat on the step beside me, swinging an arm around my shoulders and peering at my face. “You have a headache? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Tae.” I said, pushing his arm off my shoulder. “I just needed some air.” I hadn’t meant for my voice to come out so cold, and I regretted as I saw his face fall out of the corner of my eye.

“Woah, Y/N, what…” He suddenly spoke much quieter, dropping his playful façade and frowning. “What is it?”

I hated how I was behaving. It was so immature and childish, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how he had looked at that girl. It wasn’t even just this time; my mind had started running through every time I’d seen him interact with someone like that. He was so mesmerising, he would have everyone hanging on his every word, and he could have anyone he liked.

He would think it was stupid – it was stupid. I sighed, giving him a tight smile.

“Sorry, babe, it’s just the headache.” I stood up, rubbing my numbing hands together to generate some heat as I turned back to the door.

“No, Y/N.” I was stopped from opening the door by Taehyung’s hand on my arm, and the seriousness with which he spoke. I turned to see him staring at me with a frustrated expression.

“How long have we been together? You think I won’t notice if you pass something off as ‘just a headache’?” He shook his head, pulling me closer to him. “I’m not stupid.” I shook his hand off me as my irritation grew, hating how well he knew me.

“It’s nothing. Let’s go back inside.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on inside your head.” He took on a much gentler tone, turning me towards him again. His wide eyes worriedly scanned my features as he took both of my shoulders carefully. “I won’t know if you don’t tell me.”

“Why not?” I snapped, feeling anger grow hot inside me as he looked at me just like he had looked at the girl inside, and at how concerned he was being. “Why don’t you know what’s going on in my head, if you know me so well? How long have we been together?”

I mocked what he had said earlier, lashing out the words angrily. I knew I was being completely ridiculous, but I couldn’t seem to stop them coming out of my mouth. Taehyung frowned.


“Why don’t you know, Taehyung?” The group of girls gathered around him, her hands on his, his eyes trained on her face- “Why can’t you see how awful it makes me feel seeing you like that?” I asked, gesturing furiously towards the indoors.

He was shaking his head, obviously lost as to what I was getting at.

“Y/N, I really don’t… Seeing me like what?”

“Like that!” I almost cried, feeling my eyes sting. “Like you belong everywhere but by my side! With all those people around you, making them laugh, and letting her put her hands all over you, and looking at her like that God, why do you have to be so… so…” I sighed shakily, putting my hands over my eyes. There was silence, and I couldn’t even bear to meet his eyes.

“Y/N…” I heard him whisper, and lifted my head to find him looking at me with a heartbreaking expression that tugged on something in my chest.

“I know, I know she’s just doing her job and I’m sorry, I just-” I was cut off as he stepped forward, took my face in his hands and pressed his lips hard against mine. I stumbled backwards, surprised, but quickly moved my own hands up to his chest. The sensation of the biting cold on my stinging skin was forgotten as I lost myself in his touch, his lips hot against mine and my eyes shut blissfully at the sensation of his skin against mine.

By the time he pulled back I was breathless, my hands still on his chest as I gazed up at him.

“Listen to me,” he started, unusually quiet and solemn, “you silly girl. Listen to what I’m saying.” He let out a heavy sigh, running his thumbs up and down my cheeks and flicking his eyes around my face.

“It’s you.” He said, so quietly I might not have heard it had our faces not been inches apart.

“What?” I whispered, still feeling something tug painfully in my chest again, the sensation of his lips on mine still lingering in the air between us.

“It’s you,” he repeated, looking me in the eye, “it’s only ever been you.” He shook his head, blowing out into the cold air. “I don’t want you to think anything else. I can’t believe you do.” I looked down.

“I’m sorry… I guess I just let my insecurities get the best of me.” I mumbled.

“It’s okay.” He let the corners of his mouth curve up but his eyes were still sad. “I just need you to know that it’s you. It’s always been you, and it always will be you, and I love you.” I smiled, feeling a lump form in my throat, my airways clogged with the emotion he was pouring out to me with every touch, word, kiss. I knew it was me. I believed him, I trusted him.

“I love you so much.” I croaked, feeling tears well in my eyes. “Please, don’t… don’t….” Once again I couldn’t articulate what I was trying to tell him, but he seemed to understand, shushing me quietly and bringing me into his arms.

“I won’t, I promise.” He whispered into my hair, rubbing my back softly. “I love you so much.”

I sighed into his embrace, finally feeling the effects of the cold at how hot his body was against my skin. We stood still for a moment, feeling each other. I watched my breath curl up into the air over his shoulder.

“Can we please go inside?” I mumbled against his collarbone with a smile, feeling him chuckle and nod against my shoulder.

“You know,” he told me as we walked back inside, his hand gripping mine, “you being jealous is kind of cute.” I rolled my eyes as he smirked down at me, hitting his arm gently.

“I wasn’t… jealous.” I scoffed, outright lying.

“Oh, you weren’t?” He teased, his grin widening. I huffed, pretending to turn my head away. But really, I tightened my grip on his hand, and moved even closer to him.

When we got back inside, I couldn’t distract myself from him, remembering how his lips had felt against mine, and his words, and keeping my eyes on him for the rest of the day. 

Not that I needed to, of course: he wasn’t going anywhere.