i should probably test it out with the other characters first but oh well

Sexting (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by minblush


Summary: On a lonely night, you decide to sign up for an anonymous sexting site. Of course you are matched with the notorious fuckboy you’re constantly trying to avoid. Park fucking Jimin.

Themes: Sexting, Fuckboy Jimin, College AU.

Pairing: You x Jimin

Word Count: 4k

This fic contains: Explicit and graphic depictions of smut, sex over the phone, swearing. 


ENTER USERNAME:

Cleopatra123

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

Male/Female

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

I’d rather not say/enter here:

WHAT ARE YOU INTERESTED IN?

Decent conversation/making friends/finding a language buddy/other

PLEASE INDICATE YOUR AGE PREFERANCE:

19-24

CLICK ‘CHAT’ TO BE MATCHED WITH A PARTNER!

YOU HAVE BEEN MATCHED WITH ‘THOR562’.

THOR562: 21 years old- Seoul, South Korea- also interested in ‘other’.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHAT?

Yes/No

YOU ARE NOW IN A CHAT WITH THOR562, ENJOY!


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carly’s pynch fic rec

basically, i’ve read a lot of fic, some of which i haven’t seen on rec lists on tumblr anywhere and i just thought that had to be remedied so: here we go. ten fics sorted by word count. most of them are multichapter, and rated M or E.

★★★★★144k+ words, rated M, completed

light with a sharpened edge by poetic_leopard aka @winterblues

Adam Parrish works as a sober companion, but he has no idea of the storm that’s soon to hit him when Ronan Lynch turns out to be his newest client. (Or the one where Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch are trapped underneath the same roof for six weeks.)*Ronan, to his surprise, opened his eyes. For a breathless moment, Adam was transfixed in them. They were the color of the ocean on the most azure of nights, lightning right before it struck the ground, damp hydrangeas on a fog-swept morning. Those eyes gave him chills.

this fic!! solidly one of my favorite fics! (although, i’m only recommending my favorites) ronan is a little more of an asshole than usual, but, it’s an AU so.. it works. the writing in this is lovely and poetic and leaves you hanging off of every word. 

[more recs under the cut]

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*casually dumps a shitton of dear evan hansen/be more chill crossover headcanons*

NOTE: All of these headcanons take place within the crossover universe but not all of them feature characters from both musicals.  Some just involve DEH characters and some just involve BMC characters.  I JUST WANTED TO HEADCANON STUFF ABOUT THEM OKAY (also this is a hella long post so under the readmore it goes)

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okay so: here is my Big Post on Rewriting SU. this is super long like 7 pages in word so here it is under a cut, mobile users i am so sorry. the basic gist of it is to keep it as close to the original as possible while dodging character assassinations, giving underdeveloped characters some breathing room, sorting out the mess that is rose’s character, and so on.

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Dating Wade Wilson Would Include

AN: This is going to be a bit more perverse than the other Would Includes because, hey, it’s Wade.


  • Being very confused when he starts talking to no-one and looking elsewhere tells the audience about how awesome and badass he is
    • You will get used to it, you have no other choice really
    • Sometimes you will also jokingly throw in something you want him to narrate (like how amazing you think he is or something that makes you seem wonderful)
      • This will always, without fail, result in Wade turning back to no-one the audience so he can gush about how wonderful you are

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Those Childhood behaviors & experiences that I now get knowing I have bpd like:

Oh yeah identity issues:

  • Not understanding why when actors’ spoke about a character they were playing they treated it like a separate person because for me playing pretend meant becoming that character, another version of myself
  • Transfixing on my friend’s TigerBeat magazines even though I didn’t care about celebrities and getting a subscription myself just for the quizzes 
  • Getting really attached to specific words or phrases that you thought fit you or that other ppl used to describe you (for me it was “unique”, “empath”, not “normal”)
  • Using others’ descriptions of you as the way to describe yourself and your role in your own life (has big eyes, has nice smile, intelligent, artist)
  • Going to the bathroom in school to escape and end up just staring at myself in the mirror and asking who am I? I don’t recognize myself
  • Taking in bad descriptions of yourself and mean comments as truth as well (annoying, loud, talkative, sensitive, judgmental; you interrupt too much, you complain too much, you always think you’re right)
  • Getting really attached to IPod Touch backgrounds and saving ones that I thought represented me
  • Saving screencaps of the results of random silly quizzes as if collecting “facts” about myself
  • Taking on personality traits from a TV show character I liked and wanted to be like, wanting to dress like them, and wanting ppl to call me by the character’s name as a nickname
  • Quoting “Forgive and forget, that’s my motto” from a TV show character because it sounded cool and Right even though it wasn’t at all true about myself
  • Trying to copy some self-harming techniques I had heard to make my depression feel more valid
  • Throwing out a chocolate with caramel inside even though I liked it because I had previously always said I hated caramel and couldn’t contradict that
  • Acting like moments between you and another person or you in general were part of a movie and you had an imagined script of what dramatic thing you should say

Wanting attention & validation:

  • Doing and saying whatever to make adults you liked laugh or give you positive attention 
  • Finished painting a picture I was proud of (around age 3-5), my friend/neighbor who I’m painting with just finished finger painting something as well. My mom praises her and calls her choice to finger paint creative. I immediately smear my entire picture with my fingers
  • Carrying around a book of writings that I covered the outside with notes about it being “top secret” and “do NOT read” in the hopes of attracting interest so that someone would try to read it
  • Telling my best friend I *insert suicide ideation here* to hear her reaction in the hope of concern and attention
  • Biting at my mouth and lips in attempts of (unsuccessfully) hurting myself and getting attention after reading the book Speak in which a girl does the same in response to trauma
  • Talking nonstop, loudly and quickly in attempts to be heard; Having problems interrupting people in conversation  as I was used to being ignored and having limited time to be heard
  • Oversharing in class about personal experiences

Black and white thinking

  • Seeing my darker shift in mood as the new “bad” me vs the younger happier idealized version of myself as the old “good” me
  • Drawing images of broken mirrors, broken hearts, and thorny plants to represent this Bad new me vs regular hearts and thriving pretty plants as the old Good me
  • Seeing ppl as either minor acquaintances or Best Friends, no inbetween  
  • Feeling like ppl, even best friends, couldn’t get me and therefore we shouldn’t be friends anymore
  • Getting mad at ppl for having different opinions because they were Wrong

Unstable moods; Depression and thoughts of suicide or self-harm 

  • Feeling broken, wrong and messed up constantly for not being as happy as I once remembered
  • Writing dramatic sad poems about a perceived loss of innocence aka growing up which I concluded was the reason for the change
  • Leaving class just to wander under the guise of going to the bathroom, linger at windows and fantasize about running away somewhere happy
  • Continuously thinking about and wanting to break the mirrors but knowing it would be messy and probably hurt and I’d get in trouble
  • Feeling like I wanted to die before knowing what that meant and feeling like no one could save me
  • Punching my desk and the school porcelain sinks to feel my knuckles sting; scraping my hands with pens by drawing rough repeated lines over the skin to “punish” myself for being “bad”
  • Self-harming before knowing what that meant
  • Prolonging eating to punish yourself with hunger but giving into eating eventually
  • Feeling weak about not being able to commit to doing serious harm to myself
  • Having episodes of loss of interest in all things I found fun; feeling numb
  • Erratic sleeping patterns
  • Wanting to call in sick from school or pretend your sick to stay home because you just feel awful and don’t know why
  • Wanting to die on the way to school, passively feeling okay with the thought you might get hit by a car or bus

Unstable relationships; Imprinting, FPs, (Perceived) Abandonment & Splitting

  • Getting super attached to my first best friend in kindergarten and being convinced we’d be best friends forever 
  • Coming home crying every other day the next year when she got new friends who all didn’t want me around them
  • “Testing out” a new friend group everyday to try and find a place I felt like I belonged  
  • Spending recess after recess walking around alone and watching all the other kids play together reasoning everyone has a friend but me
  • Not playing with other kids who invited me to because they weren’t my Best Friend (cough baby’s first FP cough)
  • Getting super attached to my new neighbor/friend and jumping at any chance to hang out with her even when she was mean to me or didn’t really want to hang out with me
  • When she suddenly started avoiding me and stopped talking to me after years of friendship I went from hurt to completely uncaring as if we were never friends at all
  • At my new school, I once again spent my time trying out new friend groups and dropping them when they didn’t fit me and ended up in the small assortment of “rejects” 
  • Going back and forth between being best friends, feeling better than them, feeling bad that they were putting energy into someone who really didn’t care
  • Feeling like I was pretending and didn’t care about them as much as they cared about me (none of them were my FP) and therefore we shouldn’t be friends at all 
  • Getting super attached to a new girl in school because I didn’t have any close friends and we were both Guyanese and therefore somehow connected; saying embarrassing things to her about how I felt detached from other friends and much closer to her in the span of only a few days
  • She told my other friend that I was like an annoying “dog” following her around and she switched schools within the next few weeks
  • I immediately into the “she never existed” mode of detachment 
  • Writing dramatically “I’m sorry I wasn’t a good friend to you when you were such a good friend to me” in my friend’s yearbook (knowing he wouldn’t see it until years later)
  • Getting super attached to and oversharing with teachers who showed me particular kindness and attention
  • Getting depressed when I noticed they showed kindness and attention individually to other students
  • Feeling not good enough or healthy enough to be in relationships

These are my personal experiences but maybe they are relatable to others with bpd.

((This is super long but I just felt like it needed to be said and shown that ppl with bpd often have signs of early symptoms in childhood that get worse later and that they often don’t understand until later. Hope this gives others with bpd some clarity.))

Feel free to share some of your own!

(EDIT: Remembered some more)

Matching Marks Part 1

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1985

Prompts: Soulmate AU, and  “I’ve never talked to you before but the teacher just used us as an example for a scenario where we are married.”

This is my entry’s for @jared-padaloveme‘s Fluff Birthday Challenge!! :) This is only Part 1 of 2, so look for the next part soon! ;) Enjoy! 

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #28

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Secret of the Blood by exclamation
Words: 30,685 (WIP 13/?)
Author’s Summary: AU version of season 2. When Keith and Shiro were thrown from the wormhole, they crashed by the Blade of Marmora headquarters and were captured. When the Blade reveal the secret of Keith’s heritage, Keith must decide if he can trust these people… and if he can trust himself.
My Comments: Really well-written canon-divergence AU. I love all the things that change because Keith meets the Blade of Marmora before he and Shiro can warm up to the idea of there being good Galra out there through Ulaz. It makes a HUGE difference, for them and for everyone else as well, and I love the way the idea is being explored.

The Color Of Our Planet From Far Far Away by LonelyGirlInSpace
Words: 13,942 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: A story in which Lance and the team has a lot of difficulties, because they don’t sleep and sometimes make poor choices as a result and others are forced to suffer more than they deserve due to those poor choices. Or Lance gets hurt because the team didn’t listen and everyone desperately wants to fix it.
My Comments: Lance is a little too perfect and the rest of the team is a little too mean for my tastes, at least in the first chapter, but this is a well-written and poignant hurt/comfort fic, and it’s gen, and the third chapter almost made me cry, and I’m very, very hooked. Can’t wait for more.

with quiet words I’ll lead you in by strikinglight for goukyorin (sashimisusie)
Words: 5,216
Author’s Summary: “You were screaming,” Keith tells him. “I heard you through the wall. ”That wall, Lance wants to point out, is supposed to be soundproof. It shouldn’t let you hear anything, no matter how hard you listen. What he says instead is “I can’t breathe.” “Take it slow.” Keith’s voice is steady, but as Lance’s eyes struggle to focus his face is a blur. The image goes shaky and then comes clear, shaky then clear, like looking into water. “Pretend it’s low tide. Tell me about the ocean again.”
My Comments: Klance, but reads platonic to me. Really lovely hurt/comfort fic about kids caught in a war far, far away from home.

Disappear Completely by Bandity
Words: 7,053
Author’s Summary: Lance knew something was wrong with him. He thought it would pass on its own eventually, but as time went on, and the pain continued, he realized that something inside of him must be very broken.
My Comments: Possibly my favorite fic this week. So far I’ve read it three times. Lance’s trauma is so awful and visceral, and the aftermath is realistic and carefully handled. There are no easy solutions, but things do get better, and everyone is doing their best to help.

Space Mall Take 2 by CondensationOnGlass
Words: 3,618
Author’s Summary: Shiro won’t stand for the Paladins looking like no-good troublemakers. And with the Galra Empire so spread out and with such a gripping hold, they may need more than what they have. And for some reason the mall seems like the place to get it. And it seems like a great place to have more trouble pop up. Aka: Where Shiro has to play the big brother and apologize for the others making a great big damn mess, and nearly has another one on his hands for picking today of all days to do it.
My Comments: Equal parts comedy and hurt/comfort, and a joy to read throughout. Poor Lance.

Nomenclature by Awkwardly_social
Words: 7,885
Author’s Summary: It took almost five months to find Lance after the wormhole. And when they finally do, they’re stuck on the planet until the castle can come get them. Lance takes the opportunity to teach the team a little about the planet and a little bit about himself along the way.
My Comments: Lance has had a rough time, and the gradual way the others find out is really well-handled. Plus the worldbuilding is just really neat. Also read the sequel for some great aftermath and Lance with PTSD.

It Is Enough by nadagio 
Words: 1,020
Author’s Summary: Nowhere near close to finding Shiro and uncertain what he should do now, Lance spends some quiet time with the Blue Lion.
My Comments: Really sweet fic with Blue helping Lance deal with his grief and figure out what to do next.

mostly void, partially stars by dakhtar
Words: 9,403 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: Werewolves can’t be astronauts,” Derek’s annoying voice had grumped. “Werewolves can’t be pilots. Werewolves can’t be fighter jet pilots, Lance, for God’s sake, Werewolves can’t pilot giant space robot cats that join together to become a giant space robot man and fight an evil purple bat-cat empire!” Well, he hadn’t said that last part, but Derek totally would’ve. (Alt title: seawolf)
My Comments: Teen Wolf crossover, but I haven’t seen a single episode of that show and I’m enjoying this fic very much. The worldbuilding is really cool, and I love this take on Lance and the relationships he wants and needs and is trying to build.

Going Up! by Olive_theCat
Words: 2,373 (WIP 1/?)
Author’s Summary: When Sendak is chosen over Shiro to pilot the main engine test of the new Kerberos shuttle, he’s got to take up an offer that Matt gives him: To be a camp counselor at the Galaxy Garrison summer program!Of course, herding five super-smart teenagers through some simulated astronaut training can’t be all that bad, right? What could go wrong? Well, with the help of a malfunctioning little robot named Beezer towards the end of the summer…It turns out a lot can.SpaceCamp AU (movie and real life), constructive critisism is welcome!
My Comments: Space Camp was one of those movies I watched over and over as a kid, and I can’t wait to see what my favorite space kids do in that setting. The author is having a lot of fun with it, and I am too.

Trust Fall by Pidgeon_Online
Words: 2,869
Author’s Summary: Pidge usually dealt with her issues on her own. No one needed to be bothered with her problems when she could easily deal with them herself. Especially when it came to this. There was no way she would ask anyone for help with this. Because she was fine. She didn’t need help.or
Pidge definitely needs help before her body turns completely against her.
My Comments: Poor Pidge, but I wish I had a whole team of adorable boys trying to help when I felt like this, so also not poor Pidge at all, I am jealous.

Uninvited Guest by YukiSkyes
Words: 3,375
Author’s Summary: The most interesting stories about Glasycus Mountain, said to be the gateway between Earth and the Abyss, were the ones about the black dragon that guards it. There was no end to the people stupid enough to try to find Shiro and Keith would do anything to protect him and help hide his existence. One evening, Keith comes home to someone already inside.
My Comments: This is the first of a series of nine stories so far, with the paladins in a fantasy AU, some of them not human anymore. It’s really fun, a lot of great worldbuilding, and some great character interactions. I’m really enjoying it, and I subscribed to the series.

The Once and Future Snore by hufflepirate
Words: 980
Author’s Summary: Allura and Coran think about the past. Coran can’t figure out how to tell Shiro he’s as welcome to affection as all the younger paladins. Everybody ends up in the same nap pile anyway. (Note: Everybody (on the main team) is in this, but I only individually tagged the people who do something besides trap Coran in the middle of a nap pile while he’s too asleep to know how they got there.)
My Comments: Absolutely ADORABLE cuddle puddle fic focused around Coran. And can I note how wonderful it is that cuddle puddle fic is practically a genre in this fandom? Because it is.

The Home You Make by rednight16 for psyraah
Words: 1,304
Author’s Summary: Sometimes the ones that end up close to you are the people that you least expect.
My Comments: It’s so wonderful for Shiro to have friends who he is not responsible for, who can just talk to him as adults and have conversations that don’t have anything to do with saving the world. Yet another reason I would have been happy to have Thace and Ulaz stick around on the show.

shades of blue by behestha
Words: 1,104
Author’s Summary: Eventually, Shiro’s scales reach a tipping point. OR the one where Shiro has a panic attack and Lance gently helps him.
My Comments: I love these two supporting each other in any situation, and this is lovely. Hinted Shance at the end, but reads as gen to me.

Trap by macShitFuck
Words: 1,272
Author’s Summary: Alt title: Hell or High Water You don’t consider the amount of pain and panic an animal must go through when they’re caught in a leghold trap until you’re in one yourself.
My Comments: Oh man, Hunk whump. This is brutal, but I love how he tries to calm Lance down even while he’s in horrible pain.

Turnabout is Fair Play by CondensationOnGlass for taylor_tut
Words: 7,623 (WIP 2/?)
Author’s Summary: Iconic pranks, blistering fevers, and fair play.Or, where some of the Paladins pull a joke and then get slammed with guilt about 8 hours later, and for others it is much more immediate.Based off a tumblr post by @taylor-tut. Might change the title. Multichapter, and in progress. I’m slow to update.
My Comments: Probably my second favorite fic on this list, and yes, I read what’s available twice already. It’s a very indulgent kind of hurt/comfort that I adore, and I can’t wait for more. The prank the others pull on Lance really was harmless and cute more than anything, but he just happened to be in the middle of developing a terrifying and dangerous fever, so yeah. There’s some guilt there, poor babies.

Swallow the Sun by valkyriered
Words: 1,934
Author’s Summary: Shiro has a panic attack. Kolivan tells him a story. Very background Shiro/Ulaz.
My Comments: The worldbuilding here is freaking GORGEOUS, holy smokes. Just read it.

Defying the Odds by Mists
Words: 13,562 (4/?)
Author’s Summary: *Voltron Season 3 AU* Also known as: The Continuing Adventures of Space Dad Cat! Let’s just say, a certain cockpit is not quite as empty as the paladins believe… “Highly improbable. Especially for this reality,” he haughtily said with a self important air. “The odds of which being: one trillion, seven billion, eight hundred thousand, point three, two, eight, five-” SLAV! New chapter now up! The Voltron Paladins play “Dungeons and Dragons!” Poor Hunk tries to save his campaign from Lance and Pidge. While Keith and Shiro are helplessly along for the ride. Let the craziness begin! Deep character exploration. Friendship, Humor, Team as family!
My Comments: Crack alert! This story is super fun, and I’m not just saying that because the most recent chapter has the kids playing DnD with Lance as a bard and Pidge as a rogue, nope, not at all.

The Pizza One by taylor_tut
Words: 1,268
Author’s Summary: Like four people requested an AU where Lance is a pizza delivery man and delivers a pizza to the other paladins (modern, college AU) while running a very high fever. They make sure he gets taken care of.
My Comments: This author just uploaded a whole CATALOGUE of Lance sickfics, so yeah, definitely check the author profile if you’re in the mood for a whole bunch of short fics featuring Lance injured, sick, feverish, or otherwise in need of care. I certainly enjoyed reading through the whole bunch. Picking this one out as my favorite for the way the others take in lonely, sick Lance who is just working way too hard and needs someone to look out for him. I love it.

Senmō by TheOtakuWithHazelEyes
Words: 4,399
Author’s Summary: While under the effects of an alien fever, Shiro dreams of another time when he was sick. Confused and ill, he cries out for the only person he thinks can aid him- his mother. (A moment of Shiro bonding with the paladins stemming from him being sick, and a look into his thoughts.)
My Comments: Really sweet hurt/comfort for Shiro, and some backstory that is poignant and lovely.

Day at the Beach by JackieNeedsMoreSleep
Words: 1,804
Author’s Summary: The team takes the day off to go to the beach but Pidge has to deal with Lance and some other asshole’s shit.
My Comments: Really cute, fun teamfic.

Intrinsic by buttered_onions
Words: 1,219
Author’s Summary: The first time Shiro felt the Force.
My Comments: Miss Onions just writes the BEST AUs, gah. This is full of powerful moments. I’m so proud of wee Padawan Shiro.

Lost in the Fog by oldmythologies for melonbug
Words: 2,395
Author’s Summary: Each one of them gives him something on his way back to them.
My Comments: Great take on what happened to Shiro in the S2 finale and how the others get him back.

Allura’s Twelve by windscryer
Words: 2,217
Author’s Summary: The Paladins learn that while there are a great many differences between Earth and Altean culture, movie genres are not one of them. Some things are just universal.
My Comments: Cute, fluffy teamy goodness. Just a pleasure to read.

Part of the Team by wingedflower
Words: 3,785
Author’s Summary: After a training session gone terribly wrong, Lance finally reaches his breaking point. Luckily, Coran knows exactly what to say.
My Comments: I just really really really love downhearted Lance and supportive Coran, gah, just give me all of it, just pour it over me, it’s SO GOOD.

Sweets at 7am by JackieNeedsMoreSleep
Words: 1,223
Author’s Summary: Keith walks into the kitchen to find his friends baking.
My Comments: Really cute, fluffy teamfic.

Emergency Lessons by Kalira
Words: 3,210
Author’s Summary: Pidge, Lance, and Keith land in several ‘emergencies’ and pull each other through them.
My Comments: Really lovely teamfic with a trio you don’t usually see put together. The second chapter was my favorite, but it’s all absolutely delightful.

Five Times: Keith and the Dads of Marmora by EdgarAllenPoet
Words: 4,816
Author’s Summary: [Bonus, one time it literally saved his life and he really didn’t have a choice but to roll with it]. So actually, this is a 'seven times’ fic, but that doesn’t quite have the same ring to it.“ 'If you want to rest more, I will stay. You are safe.’ Keith wondered quietly how the person talking to him now was possibly the same leader he’d met at the Blade of Marmora.”
My Comments: I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Parts are funny and parts are poignant, but it’s all good start to finish. Favorite line: “Antok, listen. Listen, Antok. They are toddlers.”

and yet by achieving elysium (Ogygia)
Words: 1,194
Author’s Summary: After the Castle of Lions is reclaimed from Sendak, Coran finds himself left alone to his thoughts— guilt and sorrow for children who do not belong in a war. written for voltron angst week on tumblr | day one: smile
My Comments: Oh man, Coran angst always gets me in the throat. Really good stuff.

7 Times They Noticed by the_unoriginal_fox
Words: 5,549 (WIP 5/7)
Author’s Summary: Lance was alright. He was happy. He was fine. Except when he wasn’t.“Listen. Are you alright?”
“Uh…are you alright?”
“Are you okay buddy?”
“Are…are you in good health, paladin?“
Are…are you okay, paladin?”
“Hey. You okay?"His team mates, his second family - they noticed.
My Comments: It’s a genfic with Lance being supported by his entire team. I love it.

The Great Escape by Eastofthemoon
Words: 2,619
Author’s Summary: Keith did not like being cold, but he hated being chased by the Galra even more.
My Comments: The latest installment in one of my favorite Voltron fanfic series. Read it all if you haven’t before.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
familiar by achieving elysium (Ogygia)
When You Reach Me by writterings
Shifting Sands by Cardigan_Quincy
A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Here Stands a Man by awkwardCerberus
A Song of Storm and Ice by BreakTheDawn
Gate Keeper by MoonlitPaladin (MoonlitStardust) for cupcakelevi
Masks by TiedyedTrickster
As Color Fades Away by IcyPanther
Must Surely Be Learning by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny
The Meadows of Asphodel by Genesister (papirini) (now complete)
Taking One For The Team by ShiningRegalia
Little Lions by MidnightCreator (now complete)
Truce by kyanve
This Is New by TheHomestuckWhovian
The Garden of Heaven by Genesister (papirini)
It’s Getting Darker But I’ll Carry On by CamsthiSky
A Million Stars Apart by SerenePhenix
Coming Undone by Emerald_Ashes

THE SINGING BANSHEE [CISCO RAMON]

request: “Could you write a Cisco imagine where the reader is a banshee (it’s irish mythology, one of the characters in Teen Wolf is a banshee I believe?) but was a singer before the particle accelerator exploded. She can’t sing with knocking people out so she goes to S.T.A.R. Labs for help. Cisco is an insanely huge fan of the reader and is completely star struck when he sees her. Thanks so much! Sorry that request was so long, you can probably tell how much I’ve thought about this lmao.” — by anon

a/n: i am very familiar with the banshee bc i used to watch teen wolf ((but stopped at like s3 bc i started watching another tv series lol)) so i think i got this right ahaha. also, i don’t mind if requests are so long bc it actually helps me write since you’re giving out full details, so thank you and i hope you like this! p.s. i know this took so long i’m so sorry omg.

Masterlist + Request here!

You lay there alone in your room, listening to the radio with your eyes closed. The radio host was discussing different topics about music that involved various artists, and you couldn’t help but suddenly open your eyes when you heard your name being mentioned.

“Well, folks, we all know that the amazing Y/N Y/L/N is no longer in the music industry since she was hit by the dark matter from the particle accelerator explosion in Central City.”

“What a shame. I’m a huge fan of her music!”

“Who isn’t? Honestly, I think she should continue doing her thing despite what happened.”

“James, are you stupid? Your ears will literally bleed if she does that, and not because of her singing.” the other radio host laughed.

In annoyance, you abruptly shut the radio down and continued to lay there motionless, just thinking about what your life had been before it became messed up because of what happened to you nine months ago.

You used to be one of the most successful singers out there, but especially in Central City. It was the place where your talent first bloomed and was recognized, and so as thanks, you never decided to leave it no matter how many concerts or tours you had around the world. But when the particle accelerator explosion happened, you suddenly wished that you have never resided in Central City in the first place.

Because of what you heard on the radio, you abruptly grabbed the calling card inside your pocket that you always kept in case you finally got the guts to do it. The name of Caitlin Snow glowed in the dark room, making you purse your lips at the thought of suddenly changing your mind again. With a shake of your head, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table and called.

Dr. Caitlin Snow was more than delighted when she heard your recognizable voice from the other line, even stuttering because of how much she idolized you that the thought of even talking to you still wasn’t processing clearly inside her head, not more than helping you with your condition.

As of the moment, you just got out of the elevator, leading to the cortex of S.T.A.R. Labs. A very cute boy greeted you with an enthusiastic grin, causing you to awkwardly wave.

“Uh, hi, you must be Cisco Ramon.” you extended a hand.

Cisco now had his mouth hanging open. He quickly composed himself when you looked down at your still outstretched hand.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that — you know me?” he chuckled. “The Y/N Y/L/N knows me. Just ordinary me. Your ordinary science nerd. You know me.” he repeated.

You snorted. “Yeah, well you’re one of the science nerds that are going to help me so don’t think too low about yourself.” you felt his warm hand against yours.

The sound of heels clicking caused the both of you to look sideways to see who it was, seeing Caitlin Snow approach the two of you.

“Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, it is an honor to see you up close. I’m a huge fan and honestly,  I think I’ve actually listened to all of your albums nonstop.”

“Actually,” Cisco cut in, “I’m the one who introduced you to Caitlin so …”

You laughed lightly at his adorableness. “Either way, thank you to the both of you, and for also considering to take me in.”

They started walking, you following close beside them.

“Oh, it’s no problem. It’s always a good thing to help someone.”

“Especially if it’s you.” Cisco smiled.

“Thanks, Cisco. That’s very nice of you.” you returned the gesture.

Cisco widened his eyes and nudged Caitlin, “She just thanked and complimented me. This is the best day of my life.” he whispered, not knowing that you heard it all.

Caitlin rolled her eyes, “So, Ms. Y/L/N —”

“Please, just call me Y/N.” you insisted.

“Y/N,” Caitlin grinned. “We’re just gonna run a few tests on you, but before we can do that, we would like to know if the rumors were true.”

“Not that if they were, we would kick you out.” Cisco clarified.

You nodded. “Sure, why don’t we go outside?”

The two scientists led you somewhere outside again, and while the three of you were inside the elevator, you can’t help but notice Cisco stealing a lot of glances towards yours way. If he wasn’t so cute, you would have thought it was weird and a tad bit disturbing. But nonetheless, you were used with the gawking.

Caitlin seem to notice the staring as well, causing her to hardly nudge Cisco on the ribs.

“If you don’t stop, she’ll run away.” she quietly murmured to her friend but was heard by you.

You rose your eyebrows, “Oh, I don’t mind.” you suddenly spoke which caused them to turn around and look at you.

Cisco smirked, “See, she doesn’t mind.” he told Caitlin before turning back to you, wearing his famous boyish grin.

Writing tips - Romance

Hey guys! Grim here.

One of my biggest pet peeves in writing is when a romance is poorly done. Many of you have probably already guessed that given the series that I constantly complain about but refuse to name for plausible deniability when it comes to fans finding my posts or potentially being C&D’d if the author’s legal team finds this blog. I sincerely believe that that could happen given some of the stuff that was said to fans of that series when they made a petition for the author to address some of their reasonable complaints.

So, anyway, here are some tips for writing a healthy, believable romance.

1. Mutual respect.

Your romance isn’t going to work if one of the characters is constantly being patronizing or overprotective of the other. It isn’t cute or endearing. It’s worryingly manipulative and abusive. Not things you want to be commending. 

Build a romance with a basis of respect however, and things are moving quickly in the right direction.

2. Familiarity

Okay, here’s where a bit of science comes in. Your likelihood of falling in love with someone (Propinquity. I am probably spelling that wrong. I took the first spellcheck option. Sounds like “per-pink-quitty”.) rises drastically the more time you spend with someone. This is why co-workers tend to have relationships - they see each other nearly every day. For a romance to blossom, you need a high propinquity and a level of familiarity that allows you to have a comfortable conversation, but not to have devolved into a pair of slippers for the other person. So best friends? Plausible, but they may be too familiar at that point.  

3. Westermark  Effect

Spellcheck does not recognize that, so I apologize if I have garbled the spelling. This is the thing that prevents rampant incest. basically, if you are raised in close proximity to someone else, your brain will trigger feelings of disgust at the thought of an intimate relationship with them. It is still possible, of course, but childhood friends may be prevented from entering a relationship because of this.

4. Stalking is not love

Stalking is not love. Most people will not find this attractive in the least. It is creepy and a violation of many laws. It is a major hint to the stalked person that the stalker is a yandere. A yandere for those who do not know (sounds like “yawn-deh-ree”) is a character who is obsessed with another, and will do anything to obtain attention and love from the object of their affection, including murder. Just look at any Let’s Play of the Yandere Simulator test builds. These characters are dangerous and extremely difficult to write well. 

5. Appeal of the tsundere

I include this because the trend nowadays seems to be for tsundere love interests. Also, it has been proven to work in real life. Basically, a tsundere is a character who has a soft side and a harsh side. The most popular format seems to be for the harsh side to be the public face of the character and the soft side to be brought out by the love interest. 

There are many themed cafes in Japan with tsundere waitstaff. The waiter begins by being standoffish i.e. “Oh, so i have to take your order? Great…”, then gradually becomes more and more affectionate to the customer, ending with something like “Hey, I’m really sorry I was so rude to you. Please come again, I can’t wait to take your order next time!”. Psychologically speaking, this appeals to the side of our brains that crave social acceptance, by starting harsh and ending up sweet, the waitstaff trick you into thinking that you have made progress in your relationship with them, which releases happy chemicals and makes us want to see them again. Now, the love interest probably isn’t out to trick anyone, but the same principle applies. 

Tsundere characters can veer into abusive territory alarmingly fast - just see the Wolf Girl and Black Prince anime/manga series in which the titular Wolf Girl winds up in a relationship with the attractive “Prince” of her school, only to discover he has a black heart and is willing to blackmail her. Extremely polarizing anime/manga, to say the least! If you want to write a good tsundere love interest, be sure to check out the above anime and other works featuring the character archetype. (You can see it for free on Crunchyroll - not advertising there.)  

6. Family matters

Okay, I have seen a certain character in a certain work act like she is in a father/daughter relationship with her love interest, and it is freaky. Like, psychological horror movie stuff. She was being held in a rocking chair, told off like a child, sang to sleep, there was a major age gap, it just screamed “She has serious father issues”. It was not healthy. It was not good. Do not write like that.

If you’re writing scenes that are meant to be sweet or fluffy, always ask yourself: “Is this something I would do/associate with a parental figure?” If the answer is yes, cut it out.

Also, in general there is a clause in both the bro code and the sister code that clearly states “Do not date your best friend’s sibling.” If you know someone for more than twenty-four hours, their siblings are off limits. They can happen, and they can be wonderful, lasting relationships, but consider this: if the relationship goes sour, what happens to that friendship? Just be wary.

If a family member disapproves of a love interest, there is usually a valid reason why. Ditto approval. This is also pretty standard for any relationship. Have your character take the reasons into account and make an informed decision about their relationship. Family and their opinions are important that way. 

If a family member wholeheartedly approves or disapproves of someone though, there may be something strange going on there. Alarm bells about the relationship should start going off in your protagonist’s head. “Why is the love interest so perfect in the family’s minds?” or “Are they involved in something shady that my family doesn’t want to tell me?” are both questions that need to be asked in that case. If someone immediately ingratiates themselves with the in-laws or royally ticks them off the relationship may need to be reconsidered.

7. Forced kisses

Not romantic. These are classed as assault in many countries, in fact. Do not do. In general, have the instigator ask politely the first couple of times, at least until they have been in an established romance for a while. When it comes to stuff more intimate than kissing, always have your characters ask, and be sure not to have a sober character agree to intimacy with a drunk or otherwise impaired character - that is called taking advantage at best. Consent is the most important thing here.  

8. Age gaps

There are a few general rules when it comes to writing romances with an age gap. The most common would probably be the five year and ten year rules. These simply state that the age gap should be no larger than five/ten years. A somewhat newer rule goes like this:

(Older love interest’s age/2) + 7 = minimum age of younger love interest

This prevents anyone younger than fourteen from dating and allows a larger age gap as someone gets older and more emotionally mature. I like this rule, it sets a reasonable limit (after all, a sixty year old dating an eighty year old is way less icky than a twenty year old dating a forty year old despite the same age gap applying) and you can calculate this with the calculator app that comes with most phones/PCs.

9. Double standards

Both partners should be equal in the relationship, and that includes the behavior and standards that they are held up to. Allowing a guy to do something horrible to the love interest without repercussions is not acceptable. Allowing a girl to do something horrible to the love interest without repercussions is not acceptable. Gender should not come into it at all.

10. Writing relationships of a different orientation to your own.

Apart from intimate situations, the relationship should be fundamentally the same as one someone of your orientation would enter into. I need say no more.

11. Asexual relationships.

I’m including this because I myself am asexual, and a friend mistakenly thought that meant I did not want any form of romantic relationship. As I explained to my friend, that is not necessarily true, asexual does not mean quite the same thing as aromantic. Asexual people do exist, though sadly there seems to be many misunderstandings and misconceptions. In general, I would explain an asexual character’s sexuality (or my own) as Asexual, –romantic, be that bi, hetero, homo, or aromantic. 

The only difference between an asexual and a non-asexual person is the lack of interest in sleeping with anyone. They could be just indifferent or actually repulsed by the thought of that kind of intimacy. (I actually upchucked a little when a friend described a sexual situation in a fanfic to me once. To this day i am both surprised and disgusted that they found that in a fanfic. To prevent this being a noodle incident, if you are really curious as to what they described to me, see the scene inside the dude’s head in Judge Dredd. Same thing really.)

Only example of this I’ve found in media would be Shelden Cooper from The Big Bang Theory. I don’t really watch it much, Shelden just stands out and sticks in my head.   

If you want to hint that a character is asexual without outright saying it, have them wear a plain black ring on the middle finger of their right hand.

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Okay, I could ramble on for a while longer, but I’ve been typing this for the past few hours, so I’ll leave it at that.

Hope this was helpful! Have a nice day. :)

random jimin scenarios:

Hey guys! SINCE WE HIT 15K FOLLOWERS, I just had to give you guys something ;3; So here’s a little (6000+ word, whoops) Jimin story I’ve be putting together… actually, this story line holds significance to me, and if anyone can figure out why, then you will be rewarded… jk, but I’ll be happy :’) So anyway, hope you enjoy! Hopefully, I’ll get done with some requests soon~

- Devi :D

when I think about you… (fluff/angst)

word count: 6174


Pattering rain, subtle winds, black skies, it’s times like these when I stay dormant. I settle into the worn crème colored fabric of my suede couch, gripping a mug of Earl Grey with both my hands to let the heat lace through my fingers. It’s my special blend, three spoons of Lady Grey, half a cup of boiling water, half a cup of steamed milk, and vanilla cream to top.

There are a million things that could go through my mind, but instead it focuses on just one: him.

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The Long Way Home: On Love, Departures, and What Detroit Means to Me

(What originally started off as a little thought-seed about the Very Specific way I imagine my precanon Phichuuris turned into a grossly long-winded ramble about the nature of love???? I don’t know how to explain, omg. I’m so sorry.)

The fourth episode of Yuri!!! on Ice was a pivotal episode for me for many reasons. Prior to that my investment in the series’ early episodes was always tempered by a kind of caution—I’d been enjoying the push-and-pull between Yuuri and Victor as Yuuri struggled to come to terms with the fact that his idol had taken any degree of interest in him and Victor attempted to draw him out of his shell, and seeing the seed of what would eventually develop into a complex dynamic between him and Yuri Plisetsky, partly admiration, partly rivalry, partly a care and concern that neither of them quite knew how to express. But likewise I’d made it a point to be a little guarded—to hang back and wait until fuller character arcs for the protagonists and for the people in their world began to emerge before I gave the series my heart and soul. (I was a little scared, do you see? I didn’t want things to just turn out like another carrot-and-stick game between the shy anxious boy and the hot foreign guy he’d idolized forever who had taken a sudden and inexplicable interest in him. It didn’t help matters that at the time all the conspiracy theories floating around were that Victor was evil, or that he was dying. But anyway.)

All of that reserve flew out the window by the fourth episode, which essentially took the little hints the earlier episodes had been making at the characters’ hidden depths and cranked them up to eleven. There’s so much wonderful insight that comes out of this episode—from the by-now iconic “When I open up, he meets me where I am,” to the way Victor challenges Yuri to put together his own free skate as a way to build his confidence. The conversation they both have with Yuuri’s former coach, Celestino, is especially telling of Yuuri’s personal challenges and what he needs in order to grow: Victor asks, “Why didn’t you let Yuuri choose his own music?” to which Celestino replies that he chooses the music for his skaters unless they tell him that they’d like to pick their own. He proceeds to add that Yuuri only brought him a piece once, but that he’d gone back on it when asked if he believed he could win skating to it: “Please choose the music for me after all, Coach.”

In a sense, this conversation with his former coach reveals to Victor how past!Yuuri failed a kind of test—one that had to do with his capacity to trust his own choices—and that present!Yuuri now needs to face and surmount a similar test before he can move on. The difference is, of course, that Victor’s not going to let him give up on himself. Where Celestino withdraws and lets Yuuri fold, Victor insists on pushing. I also like how this short conversation is illustrative of the fact that, for all that it didn’t work out between them, and for all that his methods differ from Victor’s, Celestino knows Yuuri and has his best interests at heart, and understands what he needs in order to succeed, even if it’s not something he can help Yuuri with at this point.

Suffice to say that there’s a lot to like about this episode, a lot to love, but the real kicker for me came a little under ten minutes in, when Yuuri’s slumped at his desk at a loss as to what to do with his program, and he’s scrolling through his Instagram feed. He sees a friend of his is practicing in Thailand—and right then and there, he calls this friend. Yuuri, who’s anxious and overthinky and shy and has such a hard time opening up to people, just calls up this random boy from Instagram in the middle of the night, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He greets him with “Sawasdee krab.” Cue me bringing my hand to my mouth in dismay—He has a Thai friend and he’s greeting him in Thai, oh my god. I felt the axe hovering above my head about to drop.

Suffice to say that it was love at first sight for me, as far as Phichit Chulanont was concerned. From his very first appearance as a smiley image on Yuuri’s phone screen, he exudes a natural warmth and an effervescence that it’s difficult to look away from, and that have proceeded to endear him to the fandom surprisingly thoroughly for a supporting character without too much screentime/internal monologue time/poignant backstory reveal time. But more than that, it was the ease with which I saw him and Yuuri talk to each other that intrigued me, and the idea of their shared past—“Detroit’s boring now that you’re gone!” he said, and I felt the axe smash me right down into extrapolation hell, because cute former rinkmate? Cute former rinkmate whose wiki entry later told me was also a former roommate? Look at all the fanfic waiting to happen.

(Spoiler: Happen it did, and then some.)

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Tom Wilson - Chapter One

Tom’s POV:

I groaned as I untwisted myself from all of my sheets, rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the front door of my apartment that Andre was banging on.

“Tom! Come out right now! You never leave your apartment! We are going out today! Stop feeling sorry for yourself!” Andre yelled from the hallway as he pounded his fists against my door like a gorilla to his chest.

“Tom seriously – “ He began as I opened the door.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t think you were going to actually answer.” Andre said as he pushed passed me and plopped himself down on my couch.

“What do you want, Andre? You know I’m not feeling good.” I told him as I ran my fingers through my bedhead.

“That’s exactly why I’m here. You have been moping around this small ass apartment feeling sorry for yourself because Anna broke it off with you. It’s been almost a month. I’m getting so bored not having anyone to do anything with. You need to get back in the game.” He explained as he played with the Snapchat selfie filters on his phone.


He was right. My girlfriend of over a year… my first serious girlfriend… had broken things off with me. She was an athlete back in Canada and really wasn’t around. Things were just getting too difficult to keep up with. There was more bad than good, so she walked away. I was torn up. 

“My game is fine. Did you somehow miss both of my goals in the game last night?” I questioned with an annoyed tone.

“I’m not talking about hockey, babycakes. You know exactly what I mean. Don’t let one girl ruin your whole world. I know you got your heart broken but there are so many girls in the world.” He went on.

“I didn’t get my heart broken. We’ve been over this.” I sighed.

“Oh, you didn’t love that girl?” Andre asked as he stood up.

“It was complicated. You know that. She was never around.” I explained, for the millionth time.

“Whatever, man. Just get some clothes on. I thought we could go to Georgetown today. Get out of the building. It’s an off day, we should enjoy it.”

“Fine.” I answered as walked back into my room to change and wash up for whatever adventure Andre had planned for us today.

-

“So what’s on the schedule for today?” I asked Andre as I got into his black BMW.

“Filomena for lunch, shopping, Georgetown cupcakes?” He suggested.

“Italian food? I just woke up.” I questioned as we rode over the bridge and into Georgetown.

“It’s 1PM. And don’t act like you don’t want Italian food. You always want food.” He argued.

“Okay, true.” I answered reluctantly.

We parked down by the water and walked into the small restaurant, luckily not running into any fans. I hated running into fans when I was in a bad mood. Made me look like a bad guy.

“Table for 2?” Andre asked the host.

“Mr. Andre,” the host began in a thick Italian accent, clearly remembering us from all the other times we’ve been here. “Our restaurant is rented out for a Georgetown University award ceremony. We do have one small table in the corner, we could seat you there if that’s okay?” Andre looked over at me for approval, and I nodded.

We weaved in between several college students and finally found a small table in the corner.

“This isn’t so bad.” Andre said as we sat down and began browsing through the menu. I nodded in agreement as I silently selected the chicken parm off the menu.

“Attention everyone!” An older woman said as she stood up, clinking her knife to her glass. “I would like to get started with the awards now.”

“Spoke to soon.” Andre said. We shared a quiet laugh.

“I just want to start by saying that we have grown into such an excellent Sports Management Program here at Georgetown. We truly are a family in this department and this year we have some of the most brilliant students I’ve ever had the privilege of working with.” She continued. “We have four awards to give away this afternoon. The first is our prestigious Academic Achievement Award. This award goes to a great young woman who has demonstrated her drive and passion for all of her classes. She always goes above and beyond with all of her work, and she finished up last semester with a 4.1 GPA. Congratulations, Y/F/N Y/L/N!”

A beautiful blonde wearing lace up sandals and a flowy olive green dress stood up amid the loud applause that Andre and I had joined in. She smiled and shook hands with the woman, then returned to her seat.

“Our next award is our Character Award. This award goes out to a student who is always willing to lend a helping hand. This student logs almost 20 hours each week tutoring others and is always a leader on campus. Come back up here, Y/F/N Y/L/N!” The woman announced.

Andre and I joined in the applause once more as the same blonde made her way to the woman, accepting the award and smiling for a photo. Her long dirty blonde hair fell just below her breasts, and her long tan legs looked as if they had been kissed by the sun. The woman went on to announce the other winners, but my eyes stayed on Y/N, watching her sway around the room and accept hugs from her classmates.

“Hello? Earth to Willy.” Andre began, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “Your food is going to get cold. What are you looking at?” He asked, turning around to spot what my eyes were fixed on.

“Willy! She’s hot! Make a move.” Andre pushed with an enthusiastic smile.

I shook my head. “I’m not ready.”

“I didn’t say you had to marry the girl. Just rebound hook up.” He suggested.

“After having a solid relationship, I’m really not into that anymore.” I told him, still watching Y/N float from table to table gracefully.

“Damn. The puck bunnies are going to be very disappointed about that.”

“Oh well.” I said as I finished up my meal. I contemplated introducing myself and grabbing Y/N’s number, but I couldn’t make myself do it. I needed to take the single life one step at a time. First step, getting out of the house and back on the town with my friends. Check. Maybe another day I could test out my flirting game.

On our way out of Filomena, I turned around to get one more look at Y/N. Our eyes met… hers were brown and inviting. She smiled sweetly at me, allowing a warmth to grow in her eyes. I regretted not going over to her from the minute I turned around.

-

“Why have you been so quiet today, bud?” Andre asked as he checked out at the Nike store.

I sighed. “Just had a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” Andre asked. “You’re playing great… that should be your main concern and that’s nothing to worry about right now.”

“That girl that was in the restaurant. The one getting all the awards. She was really pretty. And seemed really smart.” I said.

“I knew you thought she was hot. You could probably try to find her on Instagram.” He suggested as he slid his card.

I made a face and shook my head. “Hell no! I never even said anything to her but I’m going to follow her on Instagram?” I questioned.

“Uh yes. Then, when she follows you back, you do the 3 picture like thing and then send a DM. Protocol.” He explained.

I laughed. “You’re ridiculous. I’m not into those social media head games. I’d rather just find her again and then talk to her.”

“Whatever, man. I really just want a cupcake.” Andre told me, brushing off what I was telling him about Y/N.

We made our way out of the Nike store and down the street to Georgetown Cupcakes, and the ridiculous line that wrapped around the building and down the residential street. We waited patiently in the line, barely moving an inch in the forty minutes we stood there. Our conversation remained light, consisting of the upcoming road trips and the solid memories from our Dad’s Trip this season.

“Tom, look.” Andre said, tilting his head to the side and motioning to Y/N, who was walking up the street next to the line with a few of her friends. She must have noticed Andre motioning to her, because she looked over at me, shooting me that gentle smile that I had gotten just a few hours before in the restaurant. She was in the middle of her group of friends, surrounded by a brunette on her left and a bleached blonde on her right. They stopped where we were in line and chatted for a few moments, soon saying their goodbyes.

“See ya! And Congrats Y/N!” Her friends said in sync as they walked down the hill, leaving Y/N standing a few feet away from me, alone. She turned towards me and Andre pushed me over to her.

“Hey.” She said with a giggle and a small smile.

“Uh, hey.” I began. “Not sure if you remember but a few hours ago…”

“You were at Filomena today. How could I forget?” She asked, a sweet look growing in her eyes.

“Right, well I just wanted to say that you are really beautiful, and congrats on all of your awards. That all sounded awesome.” I stuttered.

“Thank you.” She answered. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Tom.” I said with a small smile.

“I know. I’m a sports management major, remember? Obviously I know who you are.” She answered with a laugh.

“Oh, duh. Right, sorry. Well, maybe I could get your number and…” I tried, but was interrupted by Andre.

“Do you want to come to our game tomorrow night? Home game at the Verizon Center. He’ll leave tickets for you at will-call. And bring a friend.” Andre chimed in, noticing me struggling.

“Oh, sure.. that would be a good time.” She laughed hesitantly.

“Andre, please man.” I said quietly as he backed away.

“But my number, sure.” She smiled.

I handed her my phone and she punched in her number.

“I’ll text you. And tomorrow, I’ll leave you two tickets? Don’t feel like you have to come if you don’t want to.” I said shyly.

“Looking forward to it, Tom. I’ll talk to you soon?” She asked as she backed away.

“Talk to you soon.” I smiled as I stepped back in line with Andre.

“Back in the fucking game Willy baby!” Andre laughed.

“Shut up.”

Drawn to Life || Klaroline

Klaroline Infinity Day 1 - AU/AH

Caroline’s finally getting to voice an animated character (her dream!), but she didn’t know how much time and effort goes into it as a creative team. She’s paired with Klaus, who studies her character traits and facial movements to bring life to the screen.


“Hold still, please.”

Caroline fought the urge to fidget as the massive camera revolved around her, capturing her image from every possible angle. It was hard not to track the man operating the camera with her eyes. His attention to the placement of her freckles was almost invasive, but he was incredibly hot.

The brass curls were artfully mussed, just enough that Caroline wanted to run her fingers through them. And his lips, god, they were so pink-

She shook her head, hoping to get rid of whatever lusty demon had taken hold of thoughts. Really, it was her own fault for swearing off dating after Tyler moved out. A cleanse was standard breakup routine, but maybe three months was too long.

“I said to hold still,” Klaus snapped, though his hand was gentle as he gripped her chin. “If we don’t get the digital model right, I’ll have to start all over.”

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The Girl

Characters: teen!Dean x teen!Reader, John Winchester, Reader’s younger sister

Word Count: 2099

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Dean has one week to make you like him. What happens when he falls in love with you?

Author’s Note: Back again with a Dean short story! I highly enjoy writing teen!Dean because it’s something to easily manipulate and heighten a certain feelings that Dean most likely felt. Also, the poem in this is all mine! I wrote it a while ago and I decided to put it in there. Feedback is always appreciated! enjoy xx

•Dean’s POV•

New school… once again. I really wanted to drop out but I need to watch out for Sammy. Maybe I can find some good eye candy to entertain me for a while.

I walk into the class and my seat was right beside her.

She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She gave me a small smile, and I swear I felt something in the pit of my stomach.

That’s when I heard her angelic voice. “Hey, I’m Y/N. You're…?”

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Some MBTI Types in Female Artists (still sensing types to come)

 DISCLAIMER: So basically as we all know typing celebrities is a relatively hard thing to do, to use the example of Stephen Colbert who was constantly typed as an ENTP by many websites, after taking the test on television his results was INFP. All that to say that these types might not represent the genuine type of these powerful divas but is what I think a conclusion I take from their career and lyrics and aesthetic or artistic choices. This post is just for funsies and not to be taken too seriously. 

ENTP -Lily Allen

The queen of intelligent subversive sarcasm and poking fun at society while simultaneously having a strong message of progress. Lily Allen rose to prominence with her song “smile” which includes the very catchy phrase ‘when I see you cry, it makes me smile.’ that to me is perfect example of how an ENTP would take what could be cliche break-up song and with the oh-so-clever Ne-Ti combo make into some unique snarky phrase. Other songs from her first album also use the typical dark cynicism that ENTPs usually have, like LDN where she goes about her treasured city of London and exposes it for what it truly is with her dark commentary. Her next albums expand on ENTPs vision of the general big picture of society and what they (in this case Lily) believes should change. Her song knock-em-out talks about men’s persistent behavior in pubs and how they badger and pester girls so they have to come up with ridiculous excuses to get them out of their hair. Her most recent work has included more and more social commentary such as Hard Out Here, where there is a brilliant feminist message with air of satire at the same time, she even says in the song “if you can’t detect the sarcasm you’ve misunderstood”. If you are thinking Lily’s music it too emotional for her to be a thinking type, here’re some examples of how she knows what she’s about and doesn’t sugar coat things: Her song URL BADMAN, where she mocks bloggers in the UK who aspire to work for vice, and all they do is sit behind a computer and say ridiculous things about other people, kinda like I’m doing right now, except I’m cute and Lily would probably love me. Another song that exemplifies this is: Insincerely Yours, this song is a perfect example of how ENTPs love to tell the shocking truth in a more humorous way, ironically enough she says “I ain’t being funny” in the song but the truth is Lil, you are being funny

Anyway, fight me on this, but Lily’s music to me is fabulously ENTP. Witty, intelligent, sarcastic, fun, deep, logical, and bold. 

some other possible examples: 

-Kate Nash 

-Azealia Banks (unfortunately) 

-me lmao 

-Bianca Del Rio and Bob the Drag Queen 


ENFP -Melanie Martinez 

This one might be one of my more controversial typings, and I am not so sure of this typing myself, being that Melanie could be a variety of different things. One thing is for sure to me about bby Melmel; She is iNtuitive. Her whole album is deeply conceptual and it obvious that Melanie thrives and lives in her imagination. Now according to the cognitive functions iNtuition is very strong within ENFPs and ENTPs alike, being that it is their first function, of course INTJ and INFJ as well but there is a reason I chose Ne and not Ni. I say this because the other typing someone might automatically go to for Melanie is INFP, being that they are usually the freak of the bunch. But I beg to differ, Melanie wears her oddball flag proudly and loudly, although many even herself might identify her (or her music in this case) and an introvert I will beg to differ. Melanie created a whole world for herself with her debut album and though every song we get a glimpse of that world, and get taken on a bit of a journey as she personifies her feelings (her Fi in other words) as a character named Cry Baby. I can see this as a very ENFP thing to do, to intelligently personify your deep mysterious feelings in order to understand them better. Besides Cry Baby her album also pursues social commentary with songs like Mr. Potato-Head, criticizing the way we see beauty as a society. Now its true that her songs also have an tone of darkness, and that is not characteristically ENFP, regardless I still think it fits. I think a song like Soap adds to my Melanie being a extrovert theory, where she says more than she wanted too, because as an Ne-Fi dom you suffer from the paradox of being an outspoken person who also wants to keep your feelings to yourselves because their precious, or something like that. Another song that I think adds to my theory is Alphabet Boy, now in that song she describes a relationship with a douche who thinks hes smarter than her and is obviously pretentious af, and many times because of their relatively bubbly attitude ENFPs can come off a bit ditsy, but the truth is they are highly perceptive and usually quite intelligent. I mean in your face tho pretentious lil bitch that dated her lmao she dragged you with that song. Ne is characterized as having a general big picture of society and usually something to say about it, as an Idealist Melanie would have this, and in her Sippy Cup, she slays us all with her true commentary on society and families by using a fucking sippy cup analogy. 

SO in conclusion Melanie teaches many things with her album, and to me shes a good example of an ENFP. 

other examples: 

-Hayley Williams 

-Gwen Stefani 

-Kimbra 

-Jessie J 

INTJ -BANKS

One might think that this would be one of the harder Divas to find being that INTJ women are rare, and INTJ isn’t usually automatically associated to music but rather world domination and or brooding home alone too tired of facing the general populations stupidity day in and day in, (because they don’t go out) But in all seriousness, BANKS doesn’t overtly empower females, like some of the other Divas do, I think it just oozes out of her with her logically coated songs. Now granted many of her songs focus on relationships and not something typical that an INTJ would focus on like how to find extra terrestrial life on other planets in order to become the king or queen of such planet. What convinced me though, is the fact that BANKS took her experience being a child of divorced parents, and did a thesis on it when earning her BA in Psychology. A great example of her INTJ-ness is her song Brain, where she says “Trying to look smart but not too smart to threaten anything they say” a perfect example of what an INTJ woman has to go through in a society that prefers Fe dominant females, not only that but what she probably experienced dating men more stupid than her, her whole life. A song that shows you should never fuck with an INTJ women is Goddess, that encapsulates the exact iron clad confidence that convinced me her music (and probably her tbh) is INTJ. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the Ni dominance within INTJs usually gives them a sophisticated artistic (if they are artistically talented) cohesion in everything they do, and you can see that clearly in BANKS in how most of her music videos have the same style of monochrome cold sophistication. As well as her outfits, always the somber serious black, cold and intense. Now many may thing ‘Oh but INTJs were put here on earth by aliens and they don’t actually have feelings and BANKS does!!’ well let me tell you something my mistaken friend, they do. I know, shocker. They hide them well though, and they process them in unique ways much like BANKS does in her music. Her new album is proving my theory even more with songs like ‘’Fuck with myself’” which contains phrases I swear I’ve seen INTJs say IRL. 

Fierce, mysterious, confident, intelligent, consistent, deep, logical, These qualities are very much BANKS, and very much INTJ, do the math, bitch. 

other examples maybs: 

-idk man I cant think of any, raincheck? 


INFP -Aurora 

Aurora. She is a very recent artist, and I am proud to say I have been following her since she wasn’t too well known in America. She is sort of a prodigy of sorts with a wisdom beyond her years, but with an air of innocence about her still. To me she is the perfect example of an INFP. Her songs encapsulate the world of Fi that they create within their minds, her songs are inside the head of the ultimate idealist, but more than that they are of someone who is extremely imaginative. In “becoming Aurora"she basically confesses to her INFPness, with the opening quote of the video being “for me music has always been a way to understand myself and the world” I’m paraphrasing but as a lot of MBTI savvy people know, Fi is about self-discovery and having your sense of self deeply connected to whatever you do. She calls herself a sensitive person that is deeply affected by everything. That to me is the equivalent of screaming at the top of your lungs “IM A TORTURED INFP”. Ok granted that some other personalities are also deeply affected but she’s affected in a more ethereal way, she gets affected by the wrong doings of this earth because she lives in another dimension where people have butterfly wings and where humanity is noble. She recognizes that her songs are kinda dark but she also recognizes that there should be a kind of hope still. In the beginning of her career Katy Perry tweeted about her, and she was later asked if she was a fan of Katy's music in an interview to which she promptly said “no.” which is the clear INFP need to be authentic to what they like and who they admire. Her songs like Conquerer and Warrior show the INFP sense of bravery to fight for what they believe in, and when they decide to do so they are very brave and indeed warriors. 

Sensitive, brave, unique, quiet, creative, actual fairys, fierce, spacey, childlike, wise, Aurora, is a glowing example of INFP magic. 

another possible example of INFP; 

-Lady Gaga

-Bjork 

-Florence + the machine 

-Regina Spektor


INFJ -Beyoncé 

Hi, yes, I did just type Queen Bey as non Se dominant. I think this is one of the myths I want to eradicate. When did it become commonly accepted that Beyonce is Se dominant? How shallow was this assessment of her behavior? Real fucking shallow let me tell you. To me artists that are obviously Se dominant are artists like Britney Spears, or Rihanna, who don’t conceptualize too much. But Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter has a vision, and it has been obvious the past all-of-her-career. Now yes yes Se dominant people can have visions but not as their primary mode of operating, its not immersed in everything they do like Beyoncé’s is. What is her vision you may ask? Empowerment. Empowerment for females, empowerment for African-Americans, empowerment for African-American females. Its to take her experience in the industry and in her life and use it to empower others to be victors of their situations. Since the early two thousands she’s been telling everyone who’s boss, she is. With songs like Diva she takes a word that can be used to belittle women and flips into an empowering song. Now what that demonstrates is someone who is Ni dominant, the cohesion that all of her albums have when viewed together is astounding, since the beginning of her solo career she has been giving the same message but in different ways. Now as we all know each album has its own theme but essentially the underlying message is the same. Her most recent albums have been extremely conceptual, and the genius in which she’s chosen to go about her marketing and releasing decisions are well thought out and deeply digested. Ni is taking the patterns you’ve observed in the world and subconsciously working on them in the back of your mind to fit your long term vision. When she released in the middle of the night her album Beyoné with many music videos with no marketing whatsoever it was a well thought out subversive creative decision and of course everyone loves to credit men, like her husband for those decisions but it’s obvious that her work has a mastermind behind it, and I am of the belief her INFJ-ass is that mastermind. With the visual album Lemonade, you see people trying to discredit the genius behind the work saying oh well Warsan Shire wrote the poetry blah blah, yes she may have helped, but the whole cohesion of the albums message was created by Beyonce. She knew exactly what she wanted to say, and she said it perfectly. INFJs are the classic example of the warrior who fights against injustice, and Beyoncé’s music is not arbitrary, it has a clear vision of what she wants to change in society in general, its not about the details of her experiences (si) its not about living for the moment (se) but its about how we all can work together to solve some critical issues in society in general (Ni-Fe). 

The Queen is an INFJ, or at least her music and career seem to be. Holistic, harmonious, private, visionary, metaphorical, committed, deep, compassionate, seeks meaning.  

Also others: 

-Troye Sivan 

-Sufjan Stevens 


INTP -Lorde 

Dear Lorde, I have a bone to pick with you. Before I do that I will say that’s a really weird expression. So my bone, is that you need to release new music. I can only listen to Pure Heroine so many times, Lorde. Lorde is an INTP. She is. Her music in Pure Heroine is full of alliteration, and writing techniques that is way beyond someone of your age at the time. As well as an album that isn’t primarily focused on relationships and love, which is what most girls your age I think might be singing about. (that was not a sexist statement being that statistically speaking most girls are ISFJ and relationships would be one of their primary interests) Ti is demonstrated in songs such as Royals, where she cleverly disses many things in popular culture while at the same time contrasting the rich life she observes on TV and her own mundane life. Even her album title Pure Heroine is a clever classic Ti play on words. She likes to be the boss of her own aesthetic to directing her own music videos, and having a very cohesive style. Everyone loves to tease her “awkward” dancing and facial expressions, but I just think its classic INTP, known for not being 100% aware that they are a physical being in a physical world. And also I think her self-expression in her dancing is fabulous, and unique, but that’s besides the point. Lorde is primarily a rational being, which is why I think she’s handled so much criticism fairly well for someone so young, to contrast her and J-biebz who does not take criticism well and reacts emotionally, or even her biffle T-swizz who also reacts fairly emotionally. One of the most memorable lines from her album to me is “Im kind of over getting told to throw my hands up air, so there” why did I like that line so much? because turn on the radio and you have some Se dom telling you to throw your hands up in there, and live in the moment. Sorry Se dom, people like Lorde and I, can’t seem to get out of our heads and imaginations. Are we better than you because of it? No, but there are more of you than there are of us so be happy. Lorde’s talent and skill I would say is primarily Lyrics, her lyrics analyze the patterns around her and what she’s experienced and she cleverly phrases them in a unique way. Her music is innovative, and intelligent, and I’ve revisited Pure Heroine so many times I have memorized every song practically. I will also add that Lorde’s songs are mostly metaphorical, which is where the Ne comes in. She lives alternatively not concretely. 

Lorde has a sharp tongue and is  a ingenious, independent, original, analytical, curious, critical, logical, witty, and speculative young artist. 

Other Examples: 

-Imogen Heap 

-Sia 



ENFJ -Lianne La Havas 

Lianne, is a put together woman. Her voice is smooth and her lyrics are delicious. Focused on her relationships she soars through her songs in her new album going through stories and concepts and beautifully describing her put together ENFJness. “Grew a thicker skin, and now its wearing thin” Ok, so everybody who is close to an Fe dominant will have realized by now they carry the weird juxtaposition of being ruthless and opinionated but at the same time being sensitive and to the harmony in the environment, they will call you out, but in a magical mama way, so its ok. If you are looking to feel like you are doing everything right in your relationship and that you are floating in a cloud of love listen to her songs on a loop, from songs like ‘Elusive’ to ‘unstoppable’ she describes shiny diamond encrusted relationships that are something only an ENFJ can accomplish. Their state of total love for their relationships is something you see in her songs constantly as well as the emotional intelligence ENFJs usually have. ENFJs are very much masters of their own fate, and that fate usually is attained by their hard work, vision, people skills, and in Liannes case, a voice that is smoother than liquid gold. If you doubt that she is an ENFJ for any reason, just listen to her songs, really listen. It is about believing in her partners, believing in who they are and supporting and being in love with them, expressed through her metaphors and long term vision. Like the song “What you don’t do”. 

An angel brought to earth to grace us with her compassion, vision, relationship focused, diplomacy, creativity and her warm nature. Lianne is an ENFJ icon. 

other examples: 

-Corrine Bailey Ray 

-Adele (her music her personality i think is ENTJ) 

She Used To Be My Baby Sitter (Hiro Hamada x (*Slightly Older* Reader) (Request)

Gif Not Mine

Anonymous: could you do another hiro x reader sometime?

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Focus

Author’s note: Inspired by @wigglywormy post
AS PROMISEEED. Dang, y'all were thirsty for KenHina lol. This was in my drafts for sooooohooo long though omg. I think I started writing this, like, three or four months ago and I was finally able to finish this I’m so happy alsdfjasdfsd

Summary: Hinata keeps losing at his videogame and Kenma has an idea on how to get him more focused.  


Usually weekends were filled with endless hours of sleeping in, hanging out with friends, watching movies, generally pretending school didn’t exist and trying to beat your boyfriend’s highscore. And failing.

Hinata was no exception as he was sitting in said boyfriend’s living room, aggressively pressing the buttons of the PS4 controller and yelling at the screen. The aforementioned boyfriend, Kenma, was sitting on the couch behind him (Hinata had decided to sit on the floor to get closer to the screen), playing his own game on his phone and sneaking in a few glances every now and then.

Both of them were well aware of the fact that Hinata was a very talented person. When it came to volleyball that is. It wasn’t like he was bad at gaming per se—

“Ack! I died again!”

Okay, yeah, he was pretty bad. Hinata was stuck on level 3 and Kenma didn’t really know what else to do other than to sit there and watch. This time he was going to try to figure out why Hinata kept dying in this level so he locked his phone and laid it down on the couch.

Like he did every time he lost another round, Hinata fiddled around with his controller a bit, shook his head, let out a loud battle cry and pressed the “start again” button. His character calmly stood in the middle while the monsters started appearing around him and Hinata did this cute little thing where he leaned closer to the screen as if he was trying to intimidate it and mumbled something along the lines of, “Bring it on, I’m ready for you.”

Kenma barely noticed the corners of his lips curling up at the scene.

“START!” appeared in the middle and Hinata cried out again as he started attacking the buttons with his thumbs. The protagonist ran towards a random monster to the right and started attacking it with their weapon, blatantly hitting it over and over again until it ran out of HP. Meanwhile, the other monsters kept hitting him as well, causing Hinata to constantly lose HP and Kenma frowned.

“Shouyou.”

“Yeah?!” Hinata yelled as if Kenma wasn’t sitting right behind him.

“Use more magic and don’t focus on just one monster.”

“Got it!” 

Eh, at least it helped to a certain extent. Instead of dying after one sloppy minute, he kept dying after a solid two. But Hinata being, well, Hinata, refused to give up and decided to keep trying. Kenma leaned back with a sigh, on one hand admiring his determination but on the other hand annoyed at himself that he couldn’t help him.

… Wait.

From the corner of his eye, Kenma saw a blinking blue light coming from Hinata’s phone and that Hinata kept looking at in between hits. So that was the real reason he couldn’t win this round. It was true that Hinata was easily distracted, hell, sometimes Hinata got distracted when they were kissing because of a bird flying by (“Ooooh! Did you see that, Kenma? It flew by like whoosh, wow! I wish I could fly like that!”).

It was a serious issue so Kenma would probably need to take drastic measures. 

“GAME OVER” bright yellow letters screamed for the umpteenth time and Hinata threw himself onto the floor with a dramatic sigh.

“You’re distracted,” Kenma spoke up and Hinata looked up at him without moving his head, silently asking him to continue. “I’ve an idea on how to get you more focused.”

Hinata practically jumped up and bounced over to the couch. “For real? Tell me, tell me!”

“I noticed that other things keep distracting you so you gotta make sure the game is your number one priority no matter what. It took me a while before I could talk to others and game at the same time and I’m sure you can do that as well, but you’re not at that level yet,” Kenma explained quietly and Hinata nodded every few seconds with a little hum. “So I’m gonna test if you can zone in on the game no matter what. See it as a training of some sorts.”

“You’re so observant, Kenma!” Hinata marveled, his eyes almost popping out of his head. “Yeah, let’s do it! I got this!”

As usual, Hinta was obviously very excited to try this so he sat back down, ready to start a new round. The small smile was back on Kenma’s face as he got up from the couch to sit behind Hinata who seemed confused at this, but didn’t say anything. He made himself comfortable by spreading his legs and aligning them with his boyfriend’s and pressing so close that their bodies were almost touching.

At first, Kenma just watched Hinata play for a while, waiting for the right moment to strike. Just like Kenma had advised him to do, Hinata used some magic and tried to hit multiple monsters at the same time while also jumping out of the way.

Then, Kenma laid his hands on Hinata’s bare knees, startling him.

“O-oi…” was the small mumble he got in response, but Kenma didn’t say anything in return.

Anticipation was also part of his plan, after all. His hands simply stayed there, not moving one inch. Hinata hadn’t lost yet, which was definitely a good sign, and Kenma liked to believe it was because he was trying even harder now since he knew he was being judged.

Very thankful for the fact that Hinata was dressed in shorts, Kenma slowly moved his hands down to the back of the knees, making sure that his nails lightly touched the skin while he did so, and as expected, a loud shriek filled the air.

“Gah! That really tickles!” Hinata huffed and tried to shuffle away, which Kenma had also expected so he quickly wrapped an arm around his middle to pull him back against his chest.

“That’s the point.”

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Hello Kit...

Imagine going to a GOT cast lunch with your older brother Richard Maden and meeting Kit Harington.

(I hope you all like it! This is only my second one shot/story that involves a real person and not the character sooo don’t judge too harshly, alright?)

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“Rich are you sure they won’t mind?” it wasn’t the first time you had asked your older brother that question, and knowing you it probably wouldn’t be the last either.

Your brother, Richard Madden himself, turned to you with a soft smile full of understanding as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and placed a quick kiss to your temple. “Don’t worry Y/n, it’s not like they’re going to eat you or something.” He teased with a deep chuckle “As long as you don’t stare at Kit for too long or start drooling all over Nickolaj, we should be okay.”

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