i think they were imitating someone

“So how fast do you think she can go?” Lance asked as he finally turned away from the vast space before them.

“Honestly,” Shiro started in and rested a hand on an upper console of black’s cockpit to lean a bit better over Lance’s shoulder, “I can only answer that as really, really fast. I’m sure there’s a speed gauge somewhere. If only I knew Altean.”

“Because you definitely need to know in case you get pulled over by a space cop,” Lance laughed before dropping his voice to imitate someone with authority, “‘sir do you know why I pulled you over? No? You were going thirty thousand in a twenty thousand asteroid zone. Wait a minute! Aren’t you the escape convict!? Isn’t this the emperor’s lion! I’m takin’ you in!’ “

Shiro laughed at that cracking a wide grin, “least I know if that does happen and I get taken in like that I’ve got a rather handsome blue paladin to come rescue me.”

“Mhmm every single time, babe. You know it,” Lance grinned cheekily a faint blush dusting his cheeks and ears.

“Mmm my hero.”

So I ran with that idea I had awhile ago about Shiro letting Lance sit in the black lion’s chair as a way of wooing him. So here it finally is! I had a ton of fun with the backgrounds and I hope you guys enjoy these little things I post about this au now and then.

Full consent (Joshua scenario)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Joshua/ Reader

It was about 4 A.M. when you woke up. Everything was dark so it took you some time to adapt your eyes to see empty bottles of alcohol, shoes, a traffic cone (?) and a bunch of unconscious people on the floor. It really had been an amazing birthday party even though you didn’t drink much (it was your own house after all and you wanted to make sure they didn’t break anything).

“Make a wish” you told yourself smiling and were about to close your eyes again when you felt a gentle pair of arms tighten around your waist and pull you closer to a someone’s warm body. You tensed against the unknown source of heat and looked around. Jeonghan, S.coups, Mingyu, Wonwoo and DK were sleeping on the floor a few meters away from you. Vernon, Minghao and Dino had somehow managed to fit on the couch. Jun and Hoshi were lying down under the table. The bed only had room for two: one of them was Seungkwan (because he said he refused to sleep on the floor) and the other one was Woozi (no one was brave enough to argue with him). That could only mean that the person sleeping next to you on the floor and hugging you was…

“…Joshua?” you asked but you didn’t get any reply. His steady breathing next to your ear could only mean he was asleep, which made sense because he had never hugged you consciously.

Having your crush so close to you should have made you feel nervous but he was so warm and the his heart beating against your back was so comforting that it made you want to get even closer to him. Well, it was your birthday so there was nothing wrong with enjoying the situation… Or so you thought until you felt something kind of hard touching your ass.

You stood still and Joshua’s breath hitched for a moment before going back to his relaxed state. You hadn’t had enough beer to be drunk so you had no excuse for what you did next: holding his arms you started to slowly rotate your hips against him. Joshua’s hold around you was even tighter now and his lips released a tiny moan.

Feeling brave you grinded against him harder and he mumbled something unintelligible against your neck while thrusting his hips weakly. His arousal was evident now, his hard cock against you, his soft moans and his hands wandering under your shirt. This was the best birthday you had ever had. Until he gasped and held your hips in place and pushed himself away from you. He was definitely awake now.

“…Y/N?” he asked in a low voice you had never heard before. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“ he started apologizing but you turned around and kissed him firmly.

“I started it” you said. Your eyes had already gotten used to the weak light and you could see his confused face. It was clear he didn’t know what to say so you took it as a sign to continue. If he rejected you, you would have time to feel embarrassed and regret it in the morning but now you could only think about how much you wanted him.

“Y/N, wait a minute. Let’s talk about this” he tried to say between kisses, his hips betraying him. “Y/N you’re drunk, I can’t do thi-nnghh” he found himself lying on his back with you on top of him shamelessly grinding.

“Jisoo, I had two beers and it was like 4 hours ago. I know what I’m doing” you replied moving your hips in tiny circles and that’s when he moaned louder than expected. You both stood still, looking around in case someone had woken up. When Joshua was sure everyone was still asleep he buried his fingers on your hips and looked at your eyes, his own lidded and dark.

“Ok fine. If you really feel something for me, then we can do this but if you’re just doing this because you’re horny, you better go find somebody else” he said sternly.

“How can you be so dense? I’ve always been crazy for you” you huffed. His eyes widened but he didn’t say anything so you started to get insecure “Please tell me I haven’t been reading the signs wro-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence because he was kissing you in a desperate way.

“Y/N, look at me” he said his hands still holding your hips in place. “Do I have your full consent to touch you?”

“Are you kidding? That’s literally the only thing I want right now” you answered. That was all he needed to finally grab your ass and snap his hips up. It was your turn to moan now.

“Shhh, love” he whispered kissing you again while rubbing himself against you. “We don’t want the others to wake up”

“It’s your fault. You could have warned me” you said kissing his neck. He sighed in delight and his hands slipped under your shirt to play with your breasts through your bra.

“I really wish we were alone now” he murmured.

“Yeah?” you teased “And what exactly would you do if we were alone?”

“I would sit you on my face” he said hotly next to your ear “and eat you out until you pass out”

You gasped in shock and arousal, almost coming just from hearing gentleman Joshua speaking like that.

“Then I would come all over your pretty face, tie you up and eat you out again until you wake up from oversensitivity” he continued and you honestly couldn’t believe your ears.

“J-Jisoo” you moaned already close to your orgasm.

“What’s wrong, love?” he chuckled nibbling your earlobe “Are you close?”

You couldn’t even speak coherently but he could tell you were close because of the way your body reacted to his touch. You could tell he was close too when you heard a loud gasp and the word ‘harder’. So you did just that, grinding harder and faster until you felt his cock twist against your clothed clit and you both came with a shaky breath. You collapsed on top of him and he hugged you, kissing your forehead.

“You don’t think they heard, do you?” you asked and someone (Jun) literally snorted before you heard Jeonghans laugh.

“Seriously?” he asked laughing hysterically “You were so loud!”

“Jeonghan!” scolded S.coups.

“Guys, you’re making it more awkward” complained Minghao.

“Oh my god” you whined hiding your face. Joshua was speechless, all the confidence he had just showed long forgotten.

“Do I have your full consent, DK?” asked Hoshi imitating Joshua and everyone started laughing, except for S.coups and Mingyu, who were defending him saying that consent was important.

“What’s going on?” asked Vernon who had just woken up and now everyone was laughing. At least 5 minutes passed before they calmed down and you heard S.coups voice again.

“Ok now, who stole a traffic cone?”

Dating Crowley Headcanons

Dating Crowley would involve:

  • Being queen of hell.
  • Being just as much in charge  as Crowley is. 
  • Getting spoiled like crazy. 
  • Crowley always taking you on dates.
  • He also gets you random gifts. 
  • You and Rowena butting heads a lot.
  • If you get kidnapped he goes all out to find you.
    • He has all his demons looking for you 
    • And Sam and Dean 
    • He even asks Castiel. 
    • And after many strong words he gets Rowena to help.
  • Crowley opening up to you. 
  • You trusting Crowley with your life.
  • Having your own hell hound. 
  • Being well trained to protect yourself.
    • Crowley made sure of this. 
  • You make him be nicer to others.
  • Yet still help him torture traitors. 


  • Making Crowley dance with you. 
  •  You have Crowley wrapped around your finger. 
  •  Sarcastic, passive aggressive fights. 
  •  Trying to imitate his accent. 
    • You’re not good at it.  
  • But Crowley thinking it’s cute anyway. 
  •  Teasing him. 
    • “Crowley I want a pet Pig." 
    • "No. ”
    • “I know why you’re so hot: you’re the king of hell! " 
    • "You think you’re clever don’t you? ”
  •  Crowley having a nickname for you.
  •  Singing Mr. Crowley when you want to annoy him. 
  •  Crowley vowing to burn every Ozzy Osbourne album made.
  • Walking your hellhounds together.
  • Playing fetch with them
  • Baking with Crowley.
  • Insisting on matching aprons.
  • Fights were you don’t speak to each other for days.
    • But he finally apologized with flowers.
    • Or you apologize with cupcakes.
  • If someone won’t make a deal/alliance with Crowley you normally change their mind.
  • Going on really cool holidays.
  • Being called “Queen”.
  • or M’lady.
  • Sometimes even”Your Majesty.”
  • Calling the shots whenever Crowley’s away.
  • Owning all the clothes and shoes you could possible dream of.
  • Even when you fight Crowley looks out for you.
  • People always trying to split you apart.
  • But it never works because you love and trust each other.
Reverse Idol!AU — Wanna One Fic

part 2 part 3

i’ve always thought i was good at writing fluff, guess not oml

this was fun to write hahah; you are the same age as 2Park in this fic-

requested by anon!

genre: fluff i think im sorry omg

synopsis(?): where you’re a soloist and you’re on weekly idol with Wanna One and you’re known for your quiet and cold personality, but you slowly warm up to them


“Hey Y/N, I seem to have lost my number. Can I have yours?”

Woah, what’s this? A pick-up line? Why?

Flashback July 23rd

You debuted at age 19 as a soloist a week before Wanna One and came out with your new song “Who I Am.” News came out that you are emotionless and the complete opposite of a chatterbox, making it difficult for you to make friends.

As you were heading back to your dorm, your manager informs you, “Hey Y/N, you have a Weekly Idol filming with Wanna One on the 26th, be prepared to communicate with them. Remember, be friendly.

Ok, it wasn’t that you aren’t friendly, you just have trouble socializing, so you opted to keep the cold image you’ve created.

Back to July 26th, the day of the filming

As Doni and Coni chats about the guests they’ve invited, you look at the pretty faces of the members of Wanna One. During the introductions of each member, you find them aggravatingly adorable as they show off their own unique charms to the camera viewers. ‘Ah, so they are the ones who saved the year. They seem okay.’

When it was your turn to be introduced, you didn’t know how to act in front of a huge group of guys so you forced an awkward smile onto your face;

“And finally our resident Ice Queen, Y/N!” You didn’t know what charm to do, and you couldn’t act cute otherwise that’d just ruin your whole cold concept. You resorted to smiling shyly and waving at the camera, what you didn’t know was your smile was saved in every 11 members heart.

‘Wahh, she’s so cute/pretty.’

Waterpark CF

You watched with a fluttering heart as they all filmed their commercials, occasionally silently laughing at the way Doni introduces the members. ‘Can I swim in your heart? What, why are you doing this, i’m not ready??’ You feel bad for the way they were teasing Minhyun, but couldn’t help but to laugh along.

It was your turn, and you have no idea what to do. You did the breaststroke and ended it with “Can I swim into your heart?” and a failed wink. You felt so embarrassed and hid yourself behind your hands, the members of Wanna One smiling at the very adorable action.

Jeojang and Thigh Sweep Dance

Doni and Coni told you to stay out of this and to judge this segment with them, you don’t think you can handle this part. These boys are starting to, I guess you can say, swim into your heart.

You feel you heart fluttering and melting, you’re squealing so loudly in your head, you’re starting to have a headache.

OH MY GOD WOOJIN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOIIII, you’re ilLEGAL.’ same

‘ONG????????? SROP.’

Random Play Dance

You went first, dancing to your new song. You were so nervous to dance in front of these handsome, talented boys, that you fumbled and almost tripped over air. You’re a clumsy person, and that caught their eyes. They felt like they wanted to protect you. When you finished doing your random play dance, they subtly asked if you were okay and if you needed anything.

You feel someone tap you and you turn and see Jinyoung;

“Noona, are you okay?”

“Ah, yes. I’m fine, don’t worry about me (:”

Finally, it was their turn. They looked so cool dancing to their songs, you couldn’t help but to admire them. ‘Awwww, omg Daehwi is so cute. HE’S HOPPING AROUND LIKE A BUNNYY.’ You catch Seongwoo’s mistake but don’t point it out. When they danced to Energetic and Burn It Up, you couldn’t help but notice the slight hip thrusts ehem ehem me too.

You couldn’t help but to dance along yes you know their dances, being pushed to join them by Coni the boys happily made room for you to join. You had fun dancing with them and actually wouldn’t mind doing it again.

When they succeeded the random play dance and won their chicken, you were so happy. You couldn’t help but to join their group hug and celebrate with them. ‘Am I actually hugging these adorable humans right now? Is it my time of death already?? I can die happily now omg.’ 

Rewriting Profiles

Before the cameras rolled to start recording, the boys made sure you were comfortable first before settling down themselves. You sat down next to Daehwi. You had to bite your lips to refrain from smiling and inwardly cooed at how sweet they are towards you.

The whole time Jisung showed off his imitations, you were laughing and simultaneously slapping Daehwi on the shoulder. You have this habit of hitting someone when you laugh when you’re comfortable. When Seongwoo imitated the haegeum (a korean traditional instrument), you found yourself slapping Daehwi’s shoulders, again. poor daehwi

Written on your profile are the words, “I laugh at any and everything, pick-up lines, puns, and jokes are my weaknesses”

Coni and Doni decided to create a new corner where all you say are pick-up lines. ‘Ah, I’m doomed. I don’t think I can handle 11 angels using pick-up lines on me. How am I going to survive??’

sorry not sorry 

Daehwi; “Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?”

Jinyoung; “You shouldn’t wear makeup! It’s messing with perfection!”

Jaehwan; “Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.” your religions minhyun

Sungwoon; “Do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.”

Jihoon; “If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.”

Guanlin; “I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.”

Woojin; “Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.”

Seongwoo; “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Jisung; “Is your name Ariel? Because we Mermaid for each other!”

Minhyun; “I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”

Daniel; “You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?” yes please 

‘CAN FILMING END ALREADY MY HEART IS ABOUT TO BURST. FJSKDJASNK’ Your face was as dark as a red apple or maybe even darker. You felt like you were melting, you wanted to squeal so badly but composed yourself. You were stunned and tried to say a pick-up line back but all that passed through your lips were jumbled words. ‘Dear Weekly Idol writers, please edit this embarrassing part of me out.’

As if hearing your wish, they concluded the filming and you have never been so relieved. Once cameras were off, you ran towards the waiting room and hurriedly packed your things, wanting to get out of there to prevent further embarrassing yourself. You found it hard to leave the building as someone was holding onto your arms. Turning, you see Jihoon with the rest of Wanna One behind him;

“Minhyun hyung wasn’t joking when he said he wanted your number. Actually, all of us do.”

‘Ah, scratch my initial thought, they’re not okay. They’re the definition of perfect and illegal. How can someone like them exist?’ 

“Y-yeah! Okay.”


unedited as always! why does fluff seem so hard to write now? omg is this even fluff?

apparently i suck at fluff too, im cryinG-

but i hope you enjoy my failed attempt at fluff! ( ´▽` )ノ❤️

i love pick-up lines, puns, and jokes so i hAD to insert it oOPS.

Pardon Me

pairing: lafayette x reader
words: 2800
warnings: none except this sucks lmao
summary/request: (from anon) from what I’ve read on history books, Lafayette is p clumsy. Could u do a fic where Lafayette tries (TRIES) to dance with the reader? Thanks!

Another ball, another opportunity to be bored to death while every bachelor (eligible or not) in Northern Virginia threw themselves at you. It was tiring, really, and you knew that the (usually) young men didn’t care about you or what you were like. All that mattered to them was the huge sum of money that you would inherit upon the death of your parents, who were wealthy Virginian socialites.


Your parents supported the rebellion and knew many of the men who served as driving forces behind it. There was never a week that wasn’t full to the brim with calls to make and balls to attend and host. Especially the latter.

Your mother was extremely superstitious about the whole affair. She wanted you to be married off before your twentieth birthday, some old family tradition of obscure origins. You disagreed with this philosophy and were extremely frustrated by the fact that she felt the need to host a ball nearly every other week. The sole purpose of these parties were to find a man of wealth who liked you. Somehow, the aspect of you liking the man was always overlooked.

However, all of your anger and frustrated thoughts flew out the window on the night the Marquis de Lafayette was a guest at your mother’s ball.

The day hadn’t been a great one. By your mother’s reckoning, she only had time for two well-planned balls before you turned twenty, not including the big birthday bash she was bound to organize. She ordered you to begin dressing five hours before the party even started. “You need to be ready. We’re running out of time to find you a suitor.” You had only sighed and given as respectful a yes, mother as you could manage. When it came time to begin preparations, you walked to your room, where your maidservant, Millie, who was about forty years of age (no one knew her date of birth for sure), waited.

“Hello, Millie,” you sighed.

“‘Lo, Mistress (Y/N),” she responded. “My, but you sho’ are lookin’ all down.”

“I know.” You heaved another sigh. “I’m just frustrated with my mother. It’s almost as if she thinks I like being squeezed into a corset for hours so that I can barely breathe and then being displayed to every single man in Virginia.”

“Now, now, Miss (Y/N). It cain’t be all that bad. You’re a pretty girl; why don’t you like all the attention?”

“It’s disgusting and tiring! The only men who come to Mother’s balls are bothersome wretches who don’t care a cent about me. They only see the wealth, the estate.” You gestured helplessly.

“I cain’t say I disagree. But you hafta make the best of it. And your mammy will have my skin if I don’t get you all fancied up. Now hold still.” It seemed as if you would never stop sighing.

First, you had to strip down to your chemise. Then, Millie laced up your corset so tightly you could hardly breathe. “Looser,” you gasped, as your cheeks filled with too-brilliant color and the room began to spin. She let out the strings and retied them. Much better, but still too tight. At least you could now breathe and had the illusion of a desirable hourglass figure. You hoped your mother was satisfied.

She had picked out a new dress with you a few days ago, a sweet ball gown that you had immediately fallen in love with. Your mother thought it wasn’t revealing enough, but after a few minutes of arguing back and forth, you won. “All right, but don’t blame me if not a single man is interested,” she said, feigning a resigned air with her palms upturned in a hopeless gesture. You knew it was modest compared to most of the dresses the other women would be wearing, but you didn’t want to show yourself off in that way. It was a beautiful dress and you knew it would be comfortable and relatively cool. As long as you felt safe, that was what mattered. As soon as Millie pulled it over your head and settled it, a grin crept over your face. You couldn’t help it, it just looked so pretty.

“That’s the spirit,” she said, grinning at you.

Next came your hair. After pondering for a moment, the two of you decided to leave off the wigs and unnecessary powder. You would wear your hair down in loose curls, with only a cluster of gardenias from your flower patch as ornament. You had your doubts that your mother would approve, but it didn’t matter. Then came the final touches—dancing slippers and a small pearl necklace and earrings—and your ensemble was complete. You were going to put on rouge, but your cheeks were rosy enough thanks to the corset cinching your torso. It had taken you an hour and a half to get ready, and Millie looked at her “massuhpiece” with a smug look of satisfaction upon her face.

“Well, Miss (Y/N), if you don’t find a man tonight, with you lookin’ so purty, then my name’s Mud.” You giggled; she never failed to cheer you up.

“It’s all your doing. Thank you, Millie!” You then made your way to your mother’s room for inspection, and knocked on her door.

“It’s me, Mother. I’m ready.” The door immediately opened.

“Come in, dear.” Her smile was soon replaced with a scowl. “Wherever is your wig?” she asked you. “You know you can’t possibly attend without one!” You sighed, any excitement now erased.

“I’m not wearing one, Mother. I want to be myself tonight.” She huffed.

“You are impossible. I wash my hands of the whole affair. If you aren’t married by your birthday, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

You stormed out of her room, not trusting yourself to speak, and back into yours. Millie was tidying the dressing area and she looked up, startled, as you came in and plopped angrily into a chair.
​​​​​​
“Why, didn’t she like ya?” she asked, looking worried now.

“You can’t possibly attend without a wig,” you screeched in a perfect imitation of your mother. Millie’s face melted.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she cried. “I think you’ll find someone tonight! You have to!”

Your face gave way to a weary smile. “I’m glad you think so,” you responded. “But I have my doubts.”

——

You stayed in your room until it was almost time for the ball to start. Somehow, you got a grim satisfaction hearing the wheels of the carriages bearing their esteemed guests to the huge front porch of your mansion. You imagined your mother all in a tizzy, wondering where you were. And, as if she could read your mind, you heard footsteps by your door whose unique rhythm could only be hers. Bracing yourself for the shriek, you opened your door.

“Yes, Mother, what is i—”

“(Y/N)! General Washington is here tonight! With his aide-de-camps and a few of his generals! I need you downstairs now!” Your eyes widened. The most famous man in Virginia was here with his legendary right hand men? Well, at least this ball wouldn’t be lacking in interest.

You rushed down the large marble staircase, hiking up your skirts so as not to trip over them. Your mother followed behind you, muttering to herself. As you entered the dancing hall, you grabbed a card from a table and quickly signed your name at the top. This would be filled out by men and would determine who you danced with for the night. After laying it back down, your mother dragged you to a spot where there was room to move.

“Stay here. I’ll bring people to you,” she said, and disappeared into the growing crowd of people. You tapped your foot impatiently as you scanned the room, returning greetings absently as you searched for Washington and his companions. After greeting three very disgusting young men your mother threw hopefully at you, you realized a shift in the mood of the crowd. The volume had gone significantly down, and small whispers were being exchanged. All eyes turned to the door and you looked right along with everyone else as three men entered the room.

It was obvious who they were. Their military bearing and dashing good looks eradicated any doubt in your mind. General Washington, Colonel Hamilton, and General Lafayette.

Washington was flanked by the other two, one on each side. His bald head was covered by a cocked hat and his tea-colored skin was smooth and seemed to be at odds with his age. He smiled gracefully as he made his way inside. Hamilton looked slightly less polished, with a scruffy, small beard and long hair tied back in a ponytail. He looked around the room at the young women and you smiled. A wandering eye. He shouldn’t be much of a problem; he’d be flirting with another girl as soon as he was done talking with you. Lafayette was another matter.

Although he walked with the same military precision and confidence as the other two, he seemed—shy. He only looked up periodically and he bit his lip as if feeling awkward and out-of-place. He had chocolate-colored skin and black corkscrew curls pulled back in a bun. You secretly thought he was the most handsome of the three.

The quiet was broken by your mother, always the gracious host. “Ah, Generals and Colonel! Welcome!” She went up to them and spoke to them. You couldn’t tell what she was saying, but you knew it had to be about you. Your suspicions were confirmed as the foursome made their way over to you.

“My daughter, (Y/N) (L/N).” You executed a beautiful curtsy, as was the custom. Washington bowed and kissed your hand. Hamilton did the same. But as Lafayette took your hand, he looked into your eyes and smiled.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle.”

“Good evening, sir,” you responded. “We are honored with your presence tonight.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hamilton glance at Washington and grin conspiratorially.

A few minutes later, most everyone had arrived and your mother announced the start of the dancing. You made your way to the card table and picked it up. Your heart raced as you saw the first name. Marquis de Lafayette.

The music began, signaling five minutes to the first dance, and you quickly found him. “Hello again,” you said, smiling shyly.

“Bonjour, mon amie.” He kissed your hand again, and you thought you could almost detect a faint blush rising upon his cheeks. It was hot in the room, however, and you quickly brushed off the color as having to do anything with you. You didn’t realize you were staring at his face until he grinned, a huge smile that stretched ear to ear and made your heart pop up into your throat.

“I am not very good at dancing,” he said. “I am afraid such a—how you say?—accomplished lady as yourself shall be very tired of me before long.” You shook your head.

“It's—it’s all right,” you told him. “I’m not very good myself.” The music began, for real this time, and you shyly placed your arm on his shoulder and he put his around your waist. It held you firmly but tightly, and you bit your lip as color rushed into your face as well.

You began stepping. You knew this dance well, as your mother had forced you to spend hours with a dancing tutor who was “the best of the best.” Lafayette started out in time with the music, but quickly fell behind.

“I am sorry,” he apologized, knitting his brow in intense concentration. You found it very cute.

The dance now called for you to spin away from each other momentarily and then spin back. You executed your twirls perfectly, but Lafayette was still behind and you stumbled as you grasped for an arm that wasn’t there. You let out a strangled gasp as his arms wrapped around you. He smelled of cologne and wool, a scent that was foreign but somehow made you feel comfortable. You looked up and smiled at him, but quickly grew embarrassed as you realized you were still in his arms. Disentangling yourself quickly, though regretfully, you hastily began dancing again. Thankfully, the two of you were the closest couple to the door and no one had seen what had happened.

The dance went without a hitch for the next few measures, but then Lafayette stepped on your foot. “Oh, pardon me, amie,” he cried, sounding distressed. You just smiled.

​​​​​​"It’s all right.“

"You are very talented,” he remarked, as the dance pulled the two of you closer.

“Thank you,” you responded, not believing him a bit. The dance was now coming to an end, and he kissed your hand once more. The look he gave you was lingering and soft, so soft, and your cheeks felt like they were melting. In fact, your whole body seemed to be softening up like butter, and you couldn’t keep an idiotic grin from stretching your face.

“I shall see you later,” he said, and made his way into the mass of people, leaving you feeling as if you were missing something, something you didn’t know you needed.

You were snapped out of your reverie by a male voice. “Miss (Y/N)?” it asked. You turned and saw Colonel Hamilton.

“Sir.”

“I believe I have the pleasure of the next dance.” You smiled at him and took his hand.

The two of you spoke as you danced. He was incredibly intelligent and shared many of the same views you did, abolitionism in particular. You found yourself liking him very much, but your mind never strayed far from the Frenchman in the room. You secretly looked around the room as you spun until you spotted him. He was standing against the wall, a champagne glass in his hand, and he was watching you. You started and blushed at the sudden realization.

The night went on as you danced, the two of you sneaking glances at each other whenever possible, looking away if you made eye contact, which happened a lot. But it wasn’t until the last dance that you spoke to him again. He was the last name on your card, and as you looked at it happily, he came up beside you.

“Are you of the opinion that it is stuffy in here?” the handsome Frenchman asked.

“Yes, I was just thinking that myself.”

“Would the mademoiselle care to accompany me outside?” You nodded happily. There was a side door leading to a flowered balcony, and it was the perfect place to spend time with someone—quiet and secluded. As the two of you made your way to the door, you looked behind you to see if your mother was watching. She wasn’t, and you were grateful. You knew she would disapprove.

The night air was blessedly cool, and you let the soft breeze blow across your cheeks and lift tendrils of your hair. Lafayette was admiring the flowers. He picked a fragrant honeysuckle blossom and hesitantly reached out to you. You smiled up at him and he tucked it behind your ear, its perfume wafting into your nose.

“I am very sorry about earlier. I have always wished to dance well, but have never been able to achieve such a goal.” He looked embarrassed and your heart melted.

“Sir—”

“Please, call me Lafayette.”

“Lafayette—” a smile “—you were my favorite dance of the night.” A look of genuine shock came over his face, and before you knew it, you had intertwined your fingers with his. He softly rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb and you let out a small sigh, the first happy one of the day.

“(Y/N), I know that we have only known each other a short time and your beauty and talents far surpass mine, but—may I have the privilege of writing you?” He was visibly flustered now, and you couldn’t help but love him more every second.

“It would be an honor,” you told him, and he let out such a lovely laugh of triumph, shot through with such boyish joy, that you reached up and kissed him softly on the cheek. He grinned down at you like you were the world, and stroked your hair softly. He hesitated only a moment before placing an equally tender kiss onto your forehead.

“We should go back in,” you told him. “My mother will be delighted to hear that I’ve finally found someone.”

Hey Say 7 - Member’s message (WINK UP October 2017)


Yamada Ryosuke

Yuto ➡️ good rival

Yuto is a good rival. Because he really encourages me. It is difficult to say..but to think we are as each other rival, I think it this kind of it is

✉️To Yuto: do you play games? It’s 10th anniversary, let’s get to know each other better and play games!

Keito ➡️ little brother

Both Keito and Chinen feel like little brother to me. Because I am the one who always look after them (laugh)

✉️To Keito: Please change your hair colour to black soon

Chinen ➡️ little brother

He is a business partner. That’s a big lie! (Laugh). It is a relationship where you know everything about him so what is it like….i guess he feels like a little brother to me. I will look after Chinen very well

✉️To Chinen: You haven’t changed since before. Let’s continue to remain like this!

Nakajima Yuto:

Yama ➡️ someone to consult your problem with

He is a lover. Yesterday and today too, I spent the night at Yama’s house and came back in the morning. When I’m thinking hard, he always giving me a good advice, even if I’m complaining Yama will listen to everything. There are lots of time where Yama’s word had push my back.

✉️To Yama: Yama always bring us together and show your professionalism to us. Please don’t overdo it, eat properly and try your best.

Keito ➡️ Bandmate

Keito is a bandmate. Keito’s guitar skill from long before until recently are so cool and i’m respecting that. I think about that when we are practicing together during the rehearsal.

✉️To Keito: I think so cool! He is so cool!!

Chinen-chan ➡️ A playful person

He is a playful person where during magazine’s interview when we were thinking about the comment he will say unfamiliar things but it turned out interesting, making fun moves during rehearsals, imitating someone while singing and dancing to JUMP’s songs.

✉️To Chinen: Eventhough you will be turning 24 years old, even now you still have the minimum cuteness and spoiled, but you did a lot of individual work and delivering outstanding results and it make me always think “Chiichan is awesome!”. I think it doesn’t have anything to do with “being small”.

Chinen Yuri:

Keito ➡️ Relaxing person

He is the son of my great senior (laugh). After all, he is the son of my great senior Okamoto Kenichi! I don’t know if it is really true or not (laugh). I think he is a person I can relax with together.

✉️To Keito: In this 10  years I think you have found your standing position within the group.  Also in the past 10 years, as an important member, I believe that you has become a powerful force for JUMP.

Yamada ➡️ Special person

Hmm..this is difficult. As a group member? (laugh). But, we also spend our times together in private…so he is special existence (laugh)! He is not just a friend or as work colleagues. We have always been together since school, so it is a relationship where we understand each other very well.

✉️To Yamada: Since i become a Jr and came to Tokyo I always wanted to dance with Ryosuke. From that time you are the person I pay attention to and I can respect, it has been 10 years now and it still unchanged. You have been running ahead of us and i will always be following you

Yutti ➡️ Classmates

Yuti is a person who makes impersonation as great senior. As a high school student he equipped with various of things and when important times he is always there, even at school we both have always been together. That’s what I meant the sense of “classmates” is strong.

✉️To Yutti: It still unchanged since before, when I’m doing something we both will joke around and you also get along with my foolishness. I am very glad to have a person who can joke around together, I hope we can keep playing around until we become old.

Okamoto Keito 

Yuto ➡️ Friend
Recently he seems to have great interest in English and makes conversation in English with me. Thank you!

✉️To Yuto: If I am a girl, Yuto seems like a man that I would want to marry. He is earnest and smart, full of curiosity, and I think that a wonderful child would be born…I’m looking forward for the afterworld

Yamachan ➡️ Aniki

Although he is younger but he is “aniki” to me. He cares a lot about me. He is a very matured and a reliable person. Not like “older brother” but as “aniki”. I get that feeling recently.

✉️To Yamachan: There are no words to describe for all the love i feel from Yamachan in the past 10 years. I’m glad that I was born on the same era as Yamachan.

Chinen ➡️ Peace

I feel very calm whenever I’m with him. We have spend our times together for over the 10 years but I have never feel irritated at him even once. From now on, even for 50 years I would like to continue to spend my days with him without having argument.

✉️To Chinen: Sometimes, there are times I think about “There will be only Chinen in this world” “What will happen if Chinen doesn’t exist in this world?” (laugh). I like you till I imagine those things (laugh).

Scan are not mine. 

Note: I’m not a native Japanese and English speaker so there might be mistakes, sorry!

ZE:A REACT: When he realises he really loves you/confesses

I can’t find the request, it’s been quite a while for this one, but I believe an Anon sent in a ZE:A request with them realising they loved you/confessing to you. Enjoy!

I am thoroughly dissapointed with the lack of ZE:A gifs ;-; 

on another note, I want to thank you all so much for 2000+ followers ;-; I’m so happy you guys enjoy my reactions and I will try my best to make more things for you to enjoy! Also, thank you so much for your patience! I’m working on you requests and I will get them in I promise!


Junyoung: You had just finished watching his performance and backstage when you rushed over excitedly, with that little bounce in your step, to shower him with compliments he’d break out into a shy smile. He didn’t know it himself but seeing you run to him made his heart race.

Kevin: He had been recording the entire day and just when he finished he realised you had been waiting for him, curled up on the chair with his coat over you as his blanket. You looked so peaceful, smiling softly and mumbling something incomprehensible (although he swears you said his name) that he just kept staring at you. When you awoke you were slightly confused at the ‘I love you’ he threw your way, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless.

And then he’d get embarrassed and start laughing.

Kwanghee: Honestly he’s a bit unpredictable and so are his emotions. Like you’re literally just sitting there sipping tea after making some for the two of you and after a long drawn out silence in which he stares at you…*GIF*

Confessing, Kwanghee style (God, I love this man.)

Originally posted by hyoswag

Siwan: He was waiting for you at a cafe; you had promised to help him practice his lines. You arrived a little late, and he had already ordered for you. Your favourite espresso. He had been surprised he remembered it himself. While you two busied yourself in rehearsing the lines, he couldn’t help but admire how passionately you were giving it your best. He also couldn’t help but notice the little gestures you did; the way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the way you softly tapped the table with your fingers, and the subtle lip-bite while you were focused on the script. He caught himself staring, and grew a little flustered when you looked up suddenly. You made his heart race and he wasn’t sure why he was realising this now of all times.

Taehun: WE WERE BORN ON THE SAME DAY. Okay, I’m done.

You two usually spent a lot of time together, and he absolutely adores your sunny personality. When you get fidgety because you can’t control your excitement, or when you start singing at the top of your lungs just because, or when you imitate him while he’s doing something, or when your stuffing food into your mouth.

But because of his busy schedule he was missing out on all of that. And all of you. He didn’t think something or someone could be on his mind 24/7 but apparently it was so and when he finally saw you at the end of a busy day he’d become that bashful sweetheart that’ll want to confess really fast.

Minwoo: When he took the coffee cup from you in his hand and your fingers brushed against his he didn’t expect for your touch to send such a strong tingling sensation, and he couldn’t help but smile as he saw a blush creep up your face. So he wasn’t the only one that got butterflies when you two spent time together. He’d probably make a really corny joke just to see you laugh and ease up the atmosphere so he could tell you how much he really loved you.

Heechul: The two of you had known each other for a while now, and there was that initial attraction from the start. You were too shy to look his way and he knew the effect he had on you, what he didn’t know was his own feelings for you were a lot stronger than he had initially intended them to be. Whilst shooting an idol dating variety show together he found himself getting really jelly over the fact that the other male guests were all intent on pursuing you through the games and challenges and his determination to win you over kicked in. He was becoming so passionate in the show that he had to stop and compose himself so as not to make it any more obvious that he was falling in love with you.

Relax Heechul, relax. Play it cool, you have to look cool for her.

Hyungsik: You were being absolutely ridiculous, on a sugar rush, hair up in a messy bun, giggly and just EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE. The energy wasn’t reaching Hyungsik but your pure emotions and happiness definitely were. He caught himself just watching you with a smile, thinking how utterly dorky and clumsy you were but how utterly loveable at the same time.

Why do I even bother with this girl?

Originally posted by minw

Dongjun: You were working diligently, helping him monitor his performance in his latest drama serial and you wrote down all the remarks he made so that he could have notes to look over and work with when he practiced the next scenes. You were so busy and drawn into perfecting the notes for him that you hadn’t realised he had stopped monitoring the screen and started just staring at you. Your focused eyes, slight lip bite and a scrunched up nose made his heart skip a beat.

anonymous asked:

Hello hello hello. I have a lil headcanon, What if It's almost junkooks birthday and jimin wants him to have the best birthday ever? Teehee~

okii!! just so everyone knows this will probably be really corny. ps - i decided to make it a neighbours au thing. also pre-relationship. it’s mostly cute with a small hint of spice at one part but nothing major. also minor yoonseok couple. this one was fun and i kept it non-angsty for once in my life. 

+ jimin knocked on his next door neighbours door. he had gotten jungkook’s mail again. really their mailman was just lazy, whoever it was always put jungkook’s mail in jimin’s mailbox. but jimin wasn’t really complaining. it gave him an excuse to see his super sweet and good-looking neighbour. 

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Champagne

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Your best friend for years is going to leave town to accomplish his dreams, but you have one last thing to say before that happens.

Words: 550

Warnings: Fluff and some low-key angst

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A/N: I think I’ll make a series out of this, what do you think? Making little drabbles based on In The Heights Lin-Manuel Miranda’s first musical aka my fave, with no relation between each other. Hope you guys like this!!

Feedback is always appreciated, enjoy! xx

“You oughta stay.”

Dean looked up from the wooden porch floor to find your eyes, brows furrowed in confusion.

“What?”

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My thoughts on Scare Pewdiepie being cancelled

Ok, so, basically, Scare Pewdiepie Season 2 is being cancelled because of “Pewdiepie putting antisemitic stuff on some of his videos”. And let me tell you why this is pure bullsh*t…

First off, I acknowledge that asking two poor people from Sri-lanka to hold a sign saying “Death to all Jews” was a little bit too far. HOWEVER, the backlash Felix is getting is absolute horsec*ck!

Secondly, Felix’s humor is, and has always been based on satire and sarcasm. Anyone who doesn’t understand or agree with that type of humor should not have anything to do with Felix’s content.

The mere definition of satire involves the use of something apparently known by too few people: irony. To those ignorants, irony is the use of something, like a political stance, a phrase, an opinion, to actually mean the opposite, often in a comedic way (ex: “No, please, keep talking, you’re not boring me at all…”). When used blatantly, it is often seen as sarcasm.

Satire, however, is a little bit more intricate, in the sense that it involves “acting” like a certain group of people in a ridicule way to mock their opinion or political stance (ex: people imitating the voice of Donald Trump, saying things like “I want to deport Mexicans”, or when you mimic your teacher to make your friends laugh). Everyone does it, and it often involves exaggerating the imitation. When used in a casual way, it usually ends up pretty clearly. But when used in a “professional” way (and by that, I mean, entertainment in a large scale), it keeps going for the whole video. But it is, still, humor, and fake!

I sometimes joke with my friends about Nazis, jokingly doing a Nazi salute, imitating the all too famous “Nein, nein, NEIN!!” from Downfall, or even saying racist stuff in a strong, cliché, German accent (it IS cliché… I live near Germany, the German accent sounds in no way like the one they do in movies). It doesn’t mean I think this stuff! On the contrary, I find it absolutely ridiculous that some people had the same idea, and even more that some still do! And that is exactly what Felix is doing, using satire, just on a more grand scale!

If someone were to come to me and say “Death to all Jews” in a serious manner, I would laugh at its face! And not only because I think it’s ridiculous, but because those kind of people WANT to be taken seriously, WANT people to be afraid of them, which leads me to my last point.

If you try to silence Pewdiepie, the message you’re sending is basically “It’s not okay to joke about this ideology, it’s not okay to ridicule it, it’s a serious matter”. You’re giving those dumb*sses the credibility they lost! You’re saying “They’re still a threat, they are not a laughing matter”. It’s part of a bigger problem nowadays, because it seems like medias are actively trying to bring back racism by putting it sometimes petty actions on front pages, going “look, this is what some people do, fear them!!”. You’re not silencing them! You’re giving them a voice, a platform in which to speak their moronic opinions in a serious manner! And as much as I respect free speech, that should never be the case for such hateful ideologies. 

Anyway, that’s all for my rant, that no-one will ever see or read fully…

@pewdie, I support you fully, even though I don’t agree with you all the time, or laugh at all your jokes. You went a bit far, you apologized, the video was taken down, it should have been the end of it. But medias are leeches, and humorless imbeciles are everywhere.

And to all the idiots still thinking Felix deserves this, go eat cabbage (I hate cabbage).

Down For The Count

A/N: This is another request for a Derek x Reader, but this one is smutty. The requester asked that Derek be teaching the reader how to defend herself on the gym mat, but she keeps losing. To beat him, she ends up kissing him and then there’s a little smut on the wrestling mat. Enjoy! @coveofmemories

Warnings: Smut

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“Babygirl,” Derek said as he moved around on the mat, “You’re small, but you’re a powerhouse. Nine chances out of ten, the unsub is gonna be bigger than you are, which means, you’re going to need their weight against them.”

You had been hired at the BAU because you had an intelligence level rivaling that of Dr. Reid, not because you were particularly adept at fighting. That’s why you were here at 8 o’clock at night; every night you were here for extra training with Derek as your super sexy teacher. “When you say powerhouse, do you mean that I’m full of fire? Because I can’t fight for shit. That’s why I have a gun.”

He laughed. “That’s what I mean, baby.” After three months at the BAU, it was no secret that you and Derek had been flirting with each other. You were losing it - if he didn’t ask you out soon, you were going to go balls out and do it yourself. Occasionally, he slipped and said baby instead of babygirl, so when that happened, it became fairly obvious to others that you were into each other. “Now the basics are of course to go for the eyes, use your elbows and knee to the groin,” he started, clapping his hands together.

You point in his direction. “That one I can do,” you laughed. “I’ve kicked more than my fair share of men before ever thinking of becoming an agent.”

“Then you’re already halfway there,” he said, coming at you and tackling you to the ground. Once you hit the ground, he bore his weight sitting up on his knees, and you couldn’t get free no matter how hard you kicked and squirmed.

“Now what did you do wrong there?” he asked.

You couldn’t think of a way to get out of his hold; that wasn’t good. If it was an unsub and not Derek, and no one was nearby, you’d be done for. The seriousness of the situation didn’t escape you, but you were never one to pass up a funny moment. “I have no idea, but that’s why I’m here at 8 o’clock at night instead of at home in bed. Teach me, Master Yoda.” You bowed in front of him.

“Listen, young one,” he said, trying to imitate you, “If someone has you pinned in the way I just did, you twist one hip up and push down with your opposite shoulder. Wriggling like that gives you the leverage to get out from under them. Try again.”

Again and again, he came at you. Finally, after nearly six or seven tries, you understood what he was trying to say and you were able to get out from under him. “Okay, now,” he began again, wrapping his arms around you in a vice grip, “If your attacker comes at you from behind, stay calm…”

“That’s very likely,” you declared sarcastically.

“Do it anyway,” he repeated. “Stay calm and realize that your legs and head are free, so use them. Kick to the knee, scrap down the leg and stomp on the same foot. That’ll force him to loosen his grip somewhat. Then whip your head back into his head. You’ll undoubtedly hit his nose and force him to loosen up even more. Once the grip is loose enough, drop down, pushing your arms up, get out from under him and give another kick to the knee. Let’s try.”

Again, it took you a few tries to get it, but you started to. However, it was getting difficult to concentrate when Derek was built and muscley and sexy and very very close to you. Maybe if you lost on purpose…

You’d gotten the series of moves, but he wanted to drill them a couple more times to make sure. The next time, when he came at you, you pretended to slip after you got out of his grip, pulling him down with you. “You did that on purpose,” he laughed.

“Mayyyyybe,” you said coyly. “You wanna do something about it.”

He pushed himself up from lying position and crawled toward you, forcing you to lie back yourself, with him hovering over you. As you sat back, you lost your smile, instead focusing on Derek’s heated gaze. Slowly, he leaned into you, taking your lips in a tentative kiss. “Do that again,” you smiled, when he pulled away.

He did as you asked, coming to hover over you completely while he continued to devour you. You could feel his arousal against your leg. Could you do anything here? You couldn’t? Could you? “We can’t do anything here, can we?” you asked, turning your head back up towards one of the surveillance cameras.

“They’re turned off everywhere that isn’t the main building after 6 PM,” he whispered, kissing your neck as you giggled.

“Derek Morgan, are you really going to fuck me on the gym mat?” you asked, being very direct in your want for him.

He kissed up your neck to your chin and back to your lips as he spoke. “Of course not, Y/N. I do that in bed. That’s where I do my best moves, but I’m going to do something.” As you wrapped your arms around his head, he traveled down your body, gently grazing your goose-bumped flesh with his calloused hands. When he reached the waistband of your yoga pants, he looked up tentatively, wondering if you were truly okay. You were more than okay. 

Gasping at his firm touch, you reveled in the feel of his skin against the most sensitive parts of you. He was only teasing you, slowly rubbing up and down the length of your slit with one finger, occasionally coming to rest on the bundle of nerves that was begging for his touch. Even if the cameras were on, you kind of couldn’t care at the moment. He was working wonders with the smallest of touches right now; you couldn’t imagine what he’d like in bed, where he could use “his best moves.”

While he continued to move against you, this time adding another finger to the mix, you decided to do a little teasing of your own, reaching into his sweatpants to grab at his length. Using the slickness of your own arousal, you moved your hand up and down him, stopping at the tip to tease him. Two could play at this game.

With the gym to yourselves and a mighty need for each other, it was amazing that you hadn’t started fucking like bunnies yet, but it was too much fun looking into each other’s eyes as you both tried to out tease the other. “Who knew you were such a tease,” he said, gasping as you ran your thumb over the tip of him.

Letting him slide between your first two fingers, you laughed, biting gently at his jawline. “You had to know I was a tease, Agent Morgan.”

“That’s something I didn’t know I wanted,” he replied at you referring to him as Agent.

The last thing you wanted to do right now was more self-defense training. Right now, you wanted to go back to one of your apartment’s and find out what his moves were. “Well Agent Morgan, there can definitely be more of that at my place if you want,” you spoke as you used his tips from earlier and wriggled out from under him.

Without moving, he looked up at you, the darkness in his gaze making you wet. The come hither movement seemed particularly appropriate right now. “Come and get me, Agent Morgan.”

“With pleasure,” he said, pushing himself up from the ground and running to catch you.

iKON REACT: To another idol flirting with you

This was so much fun NGL. xD

Scene: There’s an idol that has been increasingly showing interest in you, and getting bolder each time.


B.I.: He wouldn’t be able to contain himself. *cue smexy/PO-ed/sassy Hanbin* “WTF do you think you’re doing you lil b**ch, get out of her face, your voice sucks, it’ll make her go deaf.”

Originally posted by junhwe-koo

Jinhwan: Pretends to be fine and even flashes a fake smile. But really he’s pretty pissed. That little piece of ish thinks he’s so damn clever with those cheesy pick-up lines.

Originally posted by lyrikon

Bobby: Enough was enough. “Oh no you didn’t just wink at her bud.” *must be restrained by Chanwoo*

Originally posted by yooneroos

Yunhyeong: Although he’s laughing and smiling, don’t be fooled. He’s angry and ready to rip the other idol to shreds. *must be restrained by Donghyuk*

Originally posted by taehyunss

Later to you: “If he does anything like that again…” *gif*

Originally posted by teambgasm

Junhoe: *rolling his eyes every time the other idol spoke* Oh please…someone make him shut up.

Originally posted by junhwe-koo

Later to you: *sassy Junhoe mode full blown* “Did you hear him? What was he even saying? His pronunciation sucked and his vocals were all over the place.” *gif*

Originally posted by f-yeahdonghyuk

Donghyuk: I don’t think Donghyuk would ever be super easily pissed off at anyone, but when that idol crosses the line by hugging you really tightly. Nope, nope, nope.

Originally posted by vinegarboy

Chanwoo: He’d imitate the idol to embarrass them, cause no one touches you so freely. *cue sassy maknae whilst unni-Junhoe watches proudly* “Great job Y/N-ah! You were amazing!”

Originally posted by ikonis

Clip “So hot” - at 14:06, 12.04

Vilde: I tasted those two and..

Eva: Yours looks like poop! It does!

Vilde: Seriously, how old are you.. Can I taste yours? Feed me.

Eva: Oh my God, feed you?!

Vilde: Okay, okay.

(Vilde tastes Eva’s ice cream)

Vilde: Yours was good! Was is that? Banana?

Eva: I think it’s mango.

Vilde: No, it isn’t.

Sana: It’s not lemon?

Eva: No, if it was lemon I would’ve tasted it.

Noora: Nobody wants to taste mine?

Sana: Isn’t it just vanilla?

Chris: You know what? I think Easter holiday is so boring.

Sana: We should’ve gone to your cabin.

Chris: I don’t wanna go to that cabin, it only reminds me of Kasper.

(Sana gets a text)

Text from Elias:
Are you home I forgot my key

Eva (off screen): Buy hey, it was so funny when Kasper stood by the window and you got so fucking scared and were screaming! I thought someone had died! 

Vilde:
My God, you were the most scared.

Sana texting back:
Call mom.

Eva: That wasn’t Kasper, it was the mask and the dolls.

(Chris imitates Eva, and her dialect)

Chris: Cry!

Eva: No, I didn’t.

Vilde: Listen guys, I’ve been looking at this travel agency page, and it’s actually quite cheap to travel and rent an apartment abroad.

(Sana receives another text)

Text from Elias:
They’re not home until late I need to go home now come meet me you have to do it ’cause you’re a slave

Vilde (off screen): We could go to France. That would be so nice, us girls just lying on a beach and like..

Sana replies:
Where are you? 

Eva: Don’t you wanna go back to my place and watch PH*?

Chris: Yesss.

Eva: Yeah?

Chris: Yes.

Vilde: Can I ask Magnus if he wants to come too?

Eva: Sure.

Noora: Then I think I’ll just go home.

Chris: Why?

Noora: No, or just..Eskild. ’Cause Linn texted me and said he’s decorating my room. I haven’t agreed to that. I’ll text you later.

 Vilde: Yeah, do that.

 Eva: Bye.

Text from Elias:
Working out get over here

 Vilde (off screen): Have you told her that William got a new girlfriend?

 Eva: Huh?! No, I thought we agreed to not say anything?

 Vilde: Maybe he’s told her himself? She seems pretty down.

 Sana: I have to go and drop off some keys to my brother.

 Eva: Where?

 Sana: Just nearby.

 Eva: Should we drop by there first then, before going to my place?

 Chris: Yes.

(The girls walking towards the gym)

 Vilde: I just think the best would be if we found a new guy Noora can fall in love with so that she forgets about William.

 Eva: Yeah, but she does kinda like bad boys. Do we know any bad boys?

 Vilde: Jonas and Mahdi. It would be so funny if any of you got together with any of them.

 Eva: Seriously? No, Vilde.

Vilde: I just think it’s really boring that I’m the only one with a boyfriend, and that you’re always together, you girls, without me, because I have to hang out with Magnus.

 Sana: Will you wait here?

 Chris: Why?

(They enter)

Eva: I just don’t think Noora would fall for any of the boys we already know. We have to find somebody new.

Vilde: So where are we supposed to find new cool and handsome boys?

(Elias and his friends working out. After a while, Sana snaps out of it) 

Sana: Elias!

Elias: Hey!

Sana: Here.

Elias: Who’re your friends?

(Vilde pushes forward and extends her hand)

Vilde: Vilde.

 Elias: Elias.

 Vilde: Well, I guess we found some, then.

Sana: Huh?

(Sana looks around)

Sana: No no no.



*PH = I assume Eva means Paradise Hotel, the reality TV show.

  • Someone: I freely chose to follow the same religion as my parents!!! It's my choice!!
  • Me, holding their face softly: Darling, no. Just no. Your religion was hammered into your brain at an age when you couldn't distinguish reality from fantasy, when your brain development was at a critical stage and you were biologically programmed to imitate your parents. Your neural pathways were shaped by that one religion and now your deluded self thinks it was a free choice. It was proposed as the main coping mechanism for every traumatic event of your life, thus strenghtening its hold on your mind. You were brainwashed. The choice was taken from you and you are loving it.

ad32aj10  asked:

What do you think about the incident with Junhoe mocking momo from twice? Many say he was mocking her Japanese accent and that got a pretty good amount of back lash. That was one reason someone whom I used to follow tried to convince me that ikon were a$$holes with that reason and that ikon are apparently misogynist because they were being raunchy onstage when they had their performances wear they were wearing dresses(she sent me a link to a site that had gifs of ikon in dress being raunchy 1/2

About the mocking, I don’t really know what to think tbh. iKONICs know june, and we know that he imitates a lot of people, not for the purpose to mock them but just for fun and to fit the Korean variety style comedy. I’m pretty sure he either didn’t even know about her nationality or didn’t know she struggled with the language as some twice fans said. However, since she did struggle with it, and it may not be funny to her but rather disrespectful (what we can’t confirm atm since she didn’t talk about it) it might be better for june to first get informed on the people he wants to imitate. It seems weird to say that since other idols don’t get called out for being disrespectful for imitating someone, but in iKON’s case that’s usually the normality. They get called out for things that get ignored for many many other idols, which is kind of hypocritical. But I understand some twice fans here. I just wished june wasn’t the only one who got called out for it. So to iKONICs, rather than truthful concern, this feels more like a reason to hate iKON again, which I also understand. I feel like there is no black or white here. What he did wasn’t absolutely right, but it wasn’t absolutely wrong either. It’s just something that happens all the time.

I also remember how Bobby got criticized and mocked for his pronouncation all the time. He grew up in the us and he struggles a lot with Korean and even with English. People make fun of it and mock him all the time. But this also gets ignored by many kpop fans. So this is also something I would like to adress while we’re at it. People shouldn’t just see one person’s struggle, or call out one person’s mistake. But instead do it for everyone who fucks up, and protect everyone who needs protection.

anonymous asked:

what's your opinion on the fact that people make vocaloid songs "based" on your work and style but end up nearly imitating you?

depends on the context! (which i think i know what you mean but i just have to clarify everything as best as i can so people dont start assuming im bashing on ppl who are simply inspired by me and henceforth have some similarities)

so if someone were to write one song imitating my style for fun, that’s totally fine with me, in fact its really cool to see people try to impersonate my style for fun! but thats only cool for, like, a once or twice only thing

NOW if people make works Inspired by mine and as a result do look kinda similar, id encourage them to try more original ideas but i think all artists have had points in their lives where they looked a bit too similar to someone else (i had a time like that) so i can understand, just give them some time

NNNNNOW when someone’s music/art looks and/or sounds so much like mine (old or new) that you could genuinely believe it was something i made in the past, and they do it Every Single Time they make something and their art/music/pv style only becomes more and more similar to mine, thats where i have a problem

i cant do anything about it of course, but i. mmmmmmmmmmmmm please stop @ those ppl

sing-for-your-lover  asked:

oooh can i get a ronsey for 32? 😏💗

32: “Just kiss me, you idiot.” (happy birthday!!! I accidentally made this too long yikes)

They’re tramping through the tall grass along the fence of Ronan’s property, Ronan wielding a stick as if it were a machete and the grass was thick jungle. Gansey is terribly charmed by this, and by the way the Barns doesn’t actually seem to have a definable edge, just a fence and then more Barns beyond it — or the same Barns? It’s strange, but it almost looks like a mirror image.

It’s not the first time Gansey’s been invited to a friend’s extravagant home and been made to feel impressed, but it’s the first time he’s been to the Lynch’s. It feels hard earned, like he’s built up a rapport with a distrustful dog rather than purchased an expensive steak to distract it. Not that Ronan is a dog, or anything short of a prince, really, here in his domain; tufts of creatures and jewels of barns spread out on rolling fields like an overturned jewellery box.

“I wish you could have met my dad today,” Ronan’s saying, and his stick swishing gets a bit more aggressive.

“Well when does he get home?” Gansey asks, casting an eye back at the outline of the house against a dewy afternoon sky.

“Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next time the moon’s full. Maybe only at the strike of midnight on the twelfth day of the month.”

An extraordinarily enigmatic answer that Gansey can do little with. “He travels?” he asks weakly. Ronan laughs.

“Yeah Dick. He travels. He likes to surprise us.” He hits the fence with his stick, and Gansey frowns when the white paint turns blue at the point of impact.

The thing is, a lot of people have tried to impress Gansey, and a lot of people have walked away satisfied that they have done so. He’s never had such a condensed feeling of curiosity about a singular person who isn’t Glendower. He’s never wanted so badly to keep his awe concealed, to see what else Ronan Lynch can do.

Ronan seems to be able to tell anyway, and he smirks at Gansey. Then his eyes drop somewhere below Gansey’s gaze. And then they slide sideways, and his mouth twitches up, shark-like. A shark in training.

“Mom’s calling,” he says, and Gansey spins to see her, a honey blonde waif like a maiden from a renaissance painting, the sun plying her hair with golden kisses.

She’s waving one hand and holding the door open, and the whole thing feels like a dream come to life or a farm house from a movie, a hero called in to a gritty made-from-scratch supper. Like in the movie though, there’s something sinister about the perfection of it, and from the look on Ronan’s face, he’s in on it.

They reach the main house and Aurora smiles curiously at them. She smiles with her whole body, somehow, like if Gansey could only see her eyebrow or the crook of her arm, he could still tell what expression she was making. “Did you boys get into mischief way out there?”

“Of course not,” Gansey answers at the same time that Ronan says “Oh yeah,” and laughs a little nastily. “Barns burnt down, no little brother is safe.”

“Ronan,” Aurora scolds gently. “You know Matthew would follow you anywhere.”

“Yeah, mom, that’s why it was a joke.” He rolls his eyes at Gansey conspiratorially. He grabs what looks like a pear from the branch of a coat rack before he walks off to the kitchen, and Gansey does a double take.

Aurora smiles warmly at him, and takes his elbow. “You must be hungry.”

Gansey’s eyes are still narrowly watching the coat rack. He feels himself smiling, one part automatic politeness, two parts thrill; the inexplicable magic of the Barns making him feel closer than ever to his quest. And just as importantly — closer than ever to Ronan.

He looks up, and Ronan’s watching him from the kitchen doorway. He recognizes the challenge in his face, and Gansey squares his shoulders. “Starving, thank you, Mrs Lynch,” he says, but then he reaches back and plucks a second pear from the rack. Ronan’s grin widens when Gansey bites into it.

“Come sit down, you idiot. You’ll spoil your appetite,” Ronan says, and just like that, Gansey’s in.

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