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story time: presidential edition
  • so you know how everyone has a story
  • you know
  • like the story
  • like if you’re at a party and someone turns to you and says, tell the story
  • and you know exactly what they mean
  • the story
  • well 
  • i have a story
  • and not unlike most good stories, it involves three key components:
  • barack obama
  • pre-2008 reebok sneakers 
  • and the absolute earth-shattering horror you can only feel after making the worst mistake of your life

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What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not 'Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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Viral

Summary: The Ladyblog catches a private moment and Marinette is furious.

This story can also be found on FF.net and AO3.

The video was uploaded sometime after midnight early Saturday morning.  

As was usually the case after an akuma attack, Alya Cesaire had been running on a caffeine rush and adrenaline high that made sleep impossible.  The dedicated blogger would not see the back of her eyes until her copy was written, her files rendered, and her newest masterpiece was live for the entire world to see.

Or at least the majority of Paris.  She was young yet.

Fortunately for the aspiring journalist, the Ladyblog’s wide and devoted readership ensured that the hits would rack up quickly regardless of the time of posting.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was just how quickly.

It started with the local news.

Nadja Chamack’s bright-eyed good morning Paris grin punctuated the more somber news of floods, akumas, and politics with the light-hearted clip.  The segment usually reserved for heartwarming fluff pieces about eye-seeing dogs and neighborhood bake sales was instead taken over by the city’s most reliable ratings machine.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were television gold.

From there the clip hit the major news networks and was being broadcast to the whole of France. Then came the talk shows, the copycat blogs, the online articles, Buzzfeed, and more.  When the video hit the front page of Reddit there was no stopping the infection.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, less than three days after the akuma attack and the video going live, Chat Noir had become the laughing stock of Paris, the Internet, and the world.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng was absolutely furious.

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SNK Character Song Series 06: Levi (Image song & monologue translations)

Heeeyyy, Tumblr! Long time, no see :’) Did y'all enjoy SNK Season 2?

Levi and Erwin’s image song CDs were just released and I enjoyed listening to them a lot! ♡ So, I decided to pop back in for a bit and take on a new translation endeavor, something I haven’t really done in a while.

First up, this post is Levi’s image song and monologue! For the song, I included the original Japanese as well as romaji for karaoke purposes, if you’re so inclined ;) I also made a transcript of the monologue in the original Japanese, which you can read here (feel free to use it to translate into other languages.)

This should be obvious but keep in mind these are spoilers for the song & monologue, in case you wanted to experience them for yourself first. I definitely encourage supporting the official release & ordering the CDs if you haven’t already ♡

I’m also nearly finished with my translation of Erwin’s song and monologue as well, I’ll update this post with a link once it’s done ♡ ETA: Here is the translation of Erwin’s song and monologue!

SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN CHARACTER SONG SERIES 06: Levi

“Dark Side Of The Moon” (Vocals by Hiroshi Kamiya)

Side note: the melody for Levi’s song is based on the previously released SNK single, Reluctant Heroes.

Japanese Version

こんな世界を今
逆さにして振ってみても
確かなことひとつ
出てきやしねぇ¹だろう?

壁の外は地獄
中は欺瞞溢れてる
それも併せ呑んで
任務を果たすだけ

感情流され死神喰われるか
足りない頭を回してみるか

※光当たらぬ月の裏
突き進むためには
もっと速く時には
躊躇なき非情さを
間違いじゃないやりたきゃやれ
ここに答えなんてない
ただ後悔残さぬ
自らの決断を

ここで生き抜くなら
言葉でする教育より
痛みの記憶説く
教訓が必要だろう?

犠牲も危険も避けては
成果など
得られぬものだと
腹を括れよ

隠されている月の裏
いつか暴くために
乱されるな喚くな
状況を見極めろ
結果がなきゃ正解もない
だから最後だけは
ただ後悔残さぬ
自らの生き方を

背後で散った勇敢な兵士たちが
遺した想い力を与える
必ずいつの日にか目障りな
壁も壊し
自由になる為この命捧ぐ

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Romaji Version

Konna sekai wo ima
Sakasa ni shite futte mitemo
Tashika na koto hitotsu
Detekiyashinē¹ darō?

Kabe no soto wa jigoku
Naka wa giman afureteru
Sore mo awase nonde
Ninmu wo hatasu dake

Kanjō nagasare shinigami kuwareru ka
Tarinai atama wo mawashite miru ka

※Hikari ataranu tsuki no ura
Tsukisusumu tame ni wa
Motto hayaku toki ni wa
Chūcho naki hijōsa wo
Machigai ja nai yaritakya yare
Koko ni kotae nante nai
Tada kōkai nokosanu
Mizukara no ketsudan wo

Koko de ikinuku nara
Kotoba de suru kyōiku yori
Itami no kioku toku
Kyōkun ga hitsuyō darō?

Gisei mo kiken mo sakete wa
Seika nado
Erarenu mono da to
Hara wo kukure yo

Kakusarete iru tsuki no ura
Itsuka abaku tame ni
Midasareru na wameku na
Jōkyō wo mikiwamero
Kekka ga nakya seikai mo nai
Dakara saigo dake wa
Tada kōkai nokosanu
Mizukara no ikikata wo

Haigo de chitta yūkan na heishi tachi ga
Nokoshita omoi chikara wo ataeru
Kanarazu itsu no hi ni ka mezawari na
Kabe mo kowashi
Jiyū ni naru tame kono inochi sasagu

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English Translation

This kind of world now
Even if we try shaking it upside down
There isn’t one thing that comes out
Which is certain, is there?

Outside the walls, it is hell
Inside, it is brimming with deceit
What’s more, we have to swallow it down
We can only fulfill our duty

Will we lose control of emotion and be consumed by a god of death?
Or will we try to use our dim-witted heads?

The dark side of the moon, untouched by light
For the sake of pushing forward
We have to be faster and at times
Be heartless without hesitation
It’s not a mistake if it’s what you want to do, so do it
There are no right answers here
Just being without regrets
Is my own decision

If were to I survive here
Rather than education with words
Isn’t persuasion by memories of pain
An essential lesson?

To avert sacrifice as well as danger
Things like results
Cannot be obtained
Steel yourself for it

The dark side of the moon is concealed
For the sake of someday being revealed
Do not get agitated, do not scream
Be certain of the circumstances
Without results, there are no right answers
Therefore only in the end
Just being without regrets
Is my way of living

Brave soldiers who died noble deaths² before us
The hopes they left behind give us power
Without fail, one of these days
We will demolish the obstructive walls as well
For the sake of freedom, we devote this life

Translation notes:

¹ It appears that Levi’s gruff style of speaking is present even in the lyrics of his song. The standard form of the verb here would be detekiyashinai (出てきやしない).
² The verb in the original Japanese, chiru/散る (or in this case, the past tense form chitta/散った) in the literal sense means “to fall” (in the context of leaves or blossoms from a tree). However, it also has the figurative meaning of “to die a noble death”. Even though we also say “fallen soldiers” in English, I worried that translating the lyric as, “fallen before us” or “fallen behind us” could both be misinterpreted, I decided to go with the more figurative meaning;;

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Levi Monologue English Translation

Seriously now, I’ve had enough of this. This world is perpetual shit, and humanity is still toothless prey.

Those ugly titans are always going to take a bite out of us, and so we die a meaningless death.

Humanity is powerless.

When we won against the titans for the first time, the time when we sealed the wall in Trost district with a boulder, we could do it because of Eren’s power– a titan’s power.

The weak ones die quickly. How much power they use up doesn’t matter.

Eventually all of humanity, every single person will end up in the stinking maw of a titan, and while we experience the worst feeling there is, perhaps our miserable lives will end.

I realized it a few years ago. The stench of the gutters fills the inside of these walls. It’s been like this for over 100 years. It’s the way things are now.

Because I’ve had to breathe in this foul air ever since I was born, because I had no choice but to live crawling around in piles of trash, I thought that it was normal.

But when I went outside the walls for the first time, I realized how much I didn’t know about anything. It hit home for me, how much I had hated it.

The world outside the walls was like hell with titans wandering around, but the air I breathed there was completely different from the one inside the walls.

I realized, out there is what freedom is.

Freedom is something that absolutely cannot be obtained within the walls.

So I made a choice. I will continue to kill all of the titans.

If you want to confront the titans, information is never enough. So in order to survive, I learned how to live.

Quick action and callous decisions by assuming the worst is a necessary endeavor.

A moment’s hesitation, surrendering yourself to emotions, and you will be nothing but Titan bait.

If you don’t want to die, you have to always continue to keep this in mind.

And small choices will accumulate.

That is the way of living I have learned.

Risking no danger, making no sacrifices– there is no such easy discussion.

Even if there was, it’s all make-believe.

So far, I have lost numerous subordinates.

Whether my choice was correct at those times, I do not know. It’s always been like that.

Even if I believe in my own power, even if I believe in my comrades whom I fully trust, none of us will know the outcome.

Afterward, all that’s left is reality.

In that case, What can I do except make a desperate effort?

What can I do except doggedly press on?

If I have time to think about the bygone past, like if I were to have made a different choice back then, I will kill as many titans as possible within my power.

In that time, in that moment, a sudden, ridiculously strong power boils up from inside my body, and then I know what to do.

When that moment comes, I can no longer go back to my old self.

With these blood-stained hands, I accept my new self, I steel myself, and I only do what I must.

Was I correct? Or did I make a mistake? That’s the sort of thing no one knows, so it’s not worth worrying about.

All you can do is keep your mouth shut and make a choice without regrets.

Not understanding things about this world is true for everyone.

So I choose the guy whom I want to put my faith in.

Erwin is like that, too. No one knows what he is really thinking deep down.

But I trust his judgement.

He may be inviting the worst outcome, but he’s not afraid of that, he is able to choose something. That’s the kind of guy he is.

That’s why I chose to follow him. And I chose to fight.

In order to fight against this shit world, with this hand I’ll grab hold of the freedom of going beyond the walls for the first time.

I have chosen for myself.

Even if I am led into hell, I have no regrets.

Not one bit.

BMC YOUTUBER AU

LETS DO THIS


(I know there’s this amazing ask blog ( @ask-gaymermell ) and while this is separate from theirs (and I kinda came up with this idea before I knew about the blog) I still highly recommend that way more than these silly ideas.)


Rich:

•Starts out doing EXTREME stunts on vine of all places.

•They are freakin INSANE OK?

•Jake is the one who films it

•He does get pretty popular

•A little bit before Vine dies, Rich moves to YouTube and makes his videos more of showing him doing the set ups and showing what goes on for a stunt.

•They are still really reckless but that’s what everyone is there for.

•It’s soon coming up on the anniversary of him doing stunts for 3 maybe 4 years and he wants to do something EPIC

•Something that has NEVER been done before. And he hyped it up months in advance and his audience is mega hyped!!

•Until Rich suddenly disappeares

•For like three months, people thinking that he just… quit.

•Until Rich finally comes and uploads a video.

•It’s really vague, something happened with his stunt. Involving a fire. Him being in the hospital. And a friend getting hurt as well.

•Rich says that he can’t do stunts anymore, and that he doesn’t even know what to do anymore. YouTube was the way he made a living. But he doesn’t know what to do.

•"So… this might be goodbye. I’m sorry everyone.“

•There is a lot of people who felt bad for Rich and many who thought he was being a baby. This incident ended up becoming huge, news articles putting up stories, information being revealed.

•After 6 months, Rich appears again in a new channel. A vlogging channel of all things.

•Rich confesses that he had never truly showed himself to his audience before (for some reason…). And he had "edited” his lisp out of his videos. But he said that from then on, he was going to be honest and true.

•People were a bit salty about him still not doing stunts. But to Rich it didn’t matter, soon he admitted that he was having more fun doing this rather than stunts.

•Soon after a couple of months on the first day of June, he comes out as Bi. Telling a story that he had never thought of guys before and when he did he denied any sort of attraction. Until after the fire, when he decided to be true to himself.

•He does make an icon out of that, no longer being known as the “stunt guy” but the “bi boi” which made Rich laugh.

•Not soon after did Rich introduce his best friend (soon later to be boyfriend, but I’ll explain that later) Jake. Who had been shown in videos before but never introduced.

•But Rich always kept a jacket on. And wore makeup on his face.

•Many people would ask about what happened but Rich never wanted to talk about it. Many theories about it arose about it.

•Until on its anniversary, where Rich decided to tell how he was “convinced” to do this big fire stunt. Even though Jake and others had warned him.

•Rich then took off his jacket and his makeup to show his burns.

•In the middle of the video Jake had to come in and help Rich talk about what had happened.

•Jake had saved his life, but had broken both of his legs in the process. Jake still had to wear braces on his legs at the moment.

•But it was getting better. Rich and Jake were often considered the “power couple” of YouTube. Despite the fact that Jake didn’t have a channel. Or did he?


Jake:

•Loves music, so much. And puts his music on YouTube for fun.

•This is even before Rich had moved to YouTube or had even gotten big on Vine.

•He never shows his face, he makes his own art for the song and has it play in the background.

•He wasn’t popular at all. No one knew about his channel, not even Rich. But Jake rarely uploaded anyway. Only like one song ever couple of months.

•Jake wrote about being popular, about having fun, about summer, and about school.

•One day… he wrote about love.

•It was after the fire and Rich was in a full body cast. Him in a wheelchair. Rich had confessed everything to Jake. The Squip. The stunts. Everything.

•It only took a month for Jake to fall for him and write a song about it.

•and it EXPOLDED

•Which Jake didn’t even realize until Rich came in happier than he had been in weeks saying “Jakey D! You gotta check this out!”

•When Jake heard his own voice, he was shocked. He then checked later to see that it had over 1 million views.

•Jake started getting emails, asking to sign on. But Jake denied them all. Music was hobby, and Jake didn’t really want it to be more than that.

•But he continued to write music, but now. He wrote about his family. About being alone. About drugs. Each one getting more and more popular.

•And Jake honestly couldn’t believe it. Especially when his best friend / crush became his biggest fan.

•He never planned on telling anyone. But one day as Rich had one of his worst days in awhile. Jake wrote another song. For him.

•But instead of uploading it first. He came into Rich’s room with his guitar. And he sang.

•Rich originally thought it was just another one of his songs. Playing from his phone. But he didn’t recognize the song. So when he looked up at Jake, he was shocked.

•Jake sung about all the things he loved about Rich. How despite everything they went through he still loved him. Jake poured his heart and soul into it.

•when he was done, Rich kneeled on his bed grabbed him by the shirt into a big kiss. Didn’t really matter that the big guitar was in the way.

•Jake didn’t reveal himself as the mysterious artist for awhile. But the inside jokes that Jake and Rich had may have hinted at it.


Jeremy:

•Jeremy was told by Rich, who he had met in passing. Recognizing him on the spot. To get a Squip, and that’s how Rich could do all that crazy shit he did.

•Jeremy wanted to be cool like that. Have fans. Michael already had his own gaming channel, but Jeremy wanted to be better.

•The Squip had decided that Jeremy should ditch the gaming and do challenge videos instead. All the popular stuff. Even though Jeremy didn’t really care much for it.

•Soon Jeremy was starting to do more dangerous stuff. Talking about sensitive topics.

•Michael tried to talk to him, but Jeremy just said that he was jealous that he was getting more subs than him.

•The Squip is about to make him do something really crazy when Jeremy finds out what happened to Rich. So he gets Michael’s help and shuts down the Squip.

•Jeremy then makes an apology video about the sensitive stuff he said. And deletes his channel. Making anew as a Lets Player.

•And he and Michael start dating.


Michael:

•Michael had been doing Lets Plays for YEARS!!!

•He loves it a lot.

•But as Jeremy ignores him, his motivation for videos slip.

•When they have a fight where Jeremy just thinks Michael is jealous. Michael does have a panic attack and just can’t make videos because of it.

•Once it’s all resolved. Michael apologizes and promises to put more effort into his videos.

•Michael is also a big figure in the LGTB+ community (like Rich) having no shame in admitting since the very beginning.

•Once Jeremy and him start dating they start a collab channel that is them either playing games. Doing funny stuff. And vlogs.

•They are kinda of like the Dan and Phil of this universe.

•They have people guessing for months if they are dating or not.

•Till at Vidcon they are doing a panel and someone just yells at them to kiss.

•Which they do, to the surprise of MANY!

•"Man, I was having fun teasing everyone though.“

"Think of it this way, now you can kiss me anytime you want.”

“True that.”

AND THATS ALL I HAVE GOOD NIGHT

Why I can’t and won’t finish watching Iron Fist

Before anyone tries to jump down my throat about being a stupid SJW who only cares about the race angle, I would first like to point out that I enjoyed the hell out of Daredevil, another Marvel Netflix show starring a white man practicing Asian martial arts. It’s all in the execution, guys. And the execution here is garbage.

Let’s start with the martial arts. For the love of fuck, if you just HAVE to get a generic white man to play the lead, the least you could do was get one who was good at traditional martial arts. There are a lot of them. Charlie Cox, one Netflix recommendation over, pulls off some of the best fight scenes I have ever seen in a TV show (also, the man can act, so that helps too). Last month, I watched a red-belt student of mine in a local production of Macbeth. At twelve, that kid has more talent (in the acting and martial arts departments) than this Finn Jones tool.

Jessica Henwick’s form is nothing to write home about but at least she’s better than Jones. And both our action heroes would benefit greatly from some less shitty fight choreography and editing. (Guys, just adding loud ‘swoosh’ sound effects isn’t going to trick me into thinking the sword is swinging faster. I can see it).

To add insult to injury, the show condescendingly tries to make me believe that this pasty-ass piece of mediocrity is a better martial artist than Colleen Wing?? Just has him casually trounce her in her own dojo. With those wibbly-wobbly stances, son? I don’t think so. This is not real life, nor is it good fiction. This is some flabby-ass white guy’s jerk-off fantasy of being super awesome and showing up the hot Asian chick without any understanding martial arts whatsoever.

The acting in this show ranges from serviceable to painfully inept (lookin’ at you Meachum Jr. or whatever the fuck your name is, I’ll have forgotten your whole existence by tomorrow for all the impression you leave). Even the competent performances in this show only serve to remind me of more interesting characters from Netflix’s other Marvel shows. For example, Jessica Stroup’s acting is similar to Deborah Ann Woll’s performance as Karen Page, only serving to remind me that Karen Page alone is a more interesting character with more compelling scenes than half the cast of Iron Fist put together.

I will say that Colleen Wing is quite appealing and I applaud Henwick for making her both tough and charming, not an easy line to walk. If I wanted to be mean, I could point out that she is essentially just a Claire Temple 2.0 in terms of her temperament and her role as shelter and support to the Main White Guy at the point of her introduction. But I don’t actually want to pick on Colleen. She’s cute and I like her.

Now, back to being mean: STOP trying to make white characters look cool by having them speak Chinese (or any language they can’t speak for that matter, though I feel Mandarin generally gets a special kind of mangling for the crime of being a tonal language). It doesn’t sound cool. I hate to have to be the one to tell you this, guys. It makes you sound like a fucking idiot. Okay, sure, maybe you succeeded in making your white English-speaking audience think, ‘yeah, that’s really cool, he must be super smart and badass, I want to be like that.’ But White people, I am telling you this for your own good: you don’t want to be like that. Because as cool as that butchered-ass Mandarin may sound to you, it’s like a band-saw to my eardrums. It brings everything to a cringing, teeth-grinding halt in the middle of what might otherwise be a perfectly good scene. Remember when Wilson Fisk had a conversation with Madame Gao in ‘Mandarin’? That was the worst part of Netflix’s Daredevil. Worse, it made me embarrassed for an actor I greatly admire. So, to whoever decided it was a great idea to have Wilson Fisk show off his Mandarin, thanks dickhead. You wrecked an entire scene for my favorite Marvel villain.

Oh yeah, and if any of you want to try to tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about, fucking come at me bro. I have a black belt and 10+ years of training in traditional martial arts. I am a Chinese-American woman, proficient in Japanese and Mandarin, and I double majored in East Asian History and Buddhist studies.

Oh, did I mention that our protagonist keeps condescendingly spouting mystical pseudo-Buddhist bullshit to everyone he meets? And then throws temper tantrums when they (shock!) don’t take him seriously? God, I hate this show.

If I want to see better acting, I can go see a middle school play. If I want to see better fighting, I can go to the dojo and watch my seven-year-old green belts spar. If I want to hear Buddhist philosophy mangled by self-impressed white people, I can go to the yoga studio next door. 

Ezarel’s apology + illu

E : Can… Can I talk to you ?

G : About… ?

E : About what you said on the beach. We can go elsewhere if you want. I would understand.

G : We already talked about it, no ?

E : Yes, but… It’s not enough, I have something to tell you…

G : (First choice Gardy let him go in her room.)

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anonymous asked:

can you tell me about the bts ships? not just otp's, brotps too!

YESSsssSSS I CAN TALK ABOUT BTS SHIPS ALL DAY FAM

but ill only talk about the ones im familiar with:

1. YOONMIN (yoongi/jimin):

ok holy shit where the FUCK do i start with yoonmin. they’ve been my bts otp since day 1 so i have a LOT TO FUCKING SAY LOL 

first off, refer to this post as to why i started shipping them, they have a LOT of cute fucking moments predebut and its been a painfully beautiful journey ever since 2013

before we jump in we need to talk about how YOONGI WROTE A SONG FOR JIMIN BECAUSE HE ADMIRES HOW HARDWORKING JIMIN IS. IF THAT AINT REAL THEN GET TF OUT OF MY FACE LMAo like where dat song @ tho yoongs

ok i need to chill, but theres more:

like jimin being yoongi’s #1 cheerleader at ISAC lmao look at him cheer his name in front of all the fans and other idols with ZERO shame, and then there’s yoongi pretending like he doesnt hear him #typical

^ TYPICAL YOONGI. this ship is very love-hate. mostly false pretense of hate on yoongi’s end and WAAAY TOO MUCH SHAMELESS LOVIN on jimin’s end BUT we all know yoongi’s putting up a front. like there’s actually so many subtle moments where he reveals how much he cares for jimin and they kill me every time, like this one:

but then right back to pretending like he dont give a fuck lmfao:

ALSO THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST LEGENDARY YOONMIN MOMENTS, THE “YOU KNOW. I KNOW.” MOMENT (explanation here) :

this whole v app broadcast was a yoonmin fest and it was a blessing. jimin got him a sweater for yoongis birthday and they basically confessed on live broadcast that they’re soulmates. ugh im so sensitive about this moment

in summary:

  • yoonmin are polar opposites and that heart-pulling cold/warm dynamic they have is super shippable, thus the reason why they’re one of the most popular ships in this fandom
  •  yoongi puts on a cold exterior and doesn’t really show his emotions. jimin on the other hand is super openly loving towards others, especially yoongi, and its really fucking cute how yoongi reciprocates sometimes
  • the two really do care about each other a lot though and it’s really heart warming to see. also yoongi had jimin rap on his Tony Montana stage and it was everything

there’s tons more but for the sake of room lets move on

2. TAEKOOK (Taehyung/Jungkook)

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Not Going Anywhere

Woo, my first fanfic for this fandom! You get some Galra!Keith, the Power of Friendship™ and Lance actually acting like a Mature Adult, who’d ever have guessed it?

(Also, just for the record: my Pidge is genderfluid and uses mostly they/them/their pronouns! It’s not important, but I felt like I should say it.)

Edit: NOW WITH AMAZING FANART FROM @catnippackets!!!! 


It’s Pidge that first mentions it, piping up about something none of them have had the courage to voice yet.

“He’s not coming out, is he?”

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Title: 2 assholes play cards against humanity 

Genre: Fluff + Crack ➝ YouTuber AU

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader.

Plot: 2 assholes play Cards Against Humanity together. One asshole is an excellent kisser and the other is the worst fucking editor in the world.

Or rather: we are both youtubers and you are the worst fucking editor ever, and so you accidentally included a clip from our collab you uploaded where we made out and people don’t know we’re a thing yet, as requested (and thought of!) by me.

Warnings: This is just…unlike my writing style. Wrote this whilst drunk, probably, because I don’t remember writing this, at all.

Notes: Yes, I did go out of my way and spend 1 hour + on making a fake YouTube channel and video for this drabble/fic. Was it worth it? Probably not, but here’s Yoongo’s channel.


2 ASSHOLES PLAY CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY w/ Y/N
UPLOADED BY: yoongi
28TH MARCH, 2017.

despite being a youtuber with over seven million subscribers to make up for it, min yoongi is the absolute worst at his job. you’d think that being paid so much every week and being invited to vip events and having thousands- close to millions- of fans making twitter accounts with your name squished into them, and seeing your face on billboards or whatever, would act as enough motivation for yoongi to put in a tiny bit more effort.

don’t get me wrong– yoongi works hard. he uploads twice a week (thursdays and sundays, for those who wanted to know!), and always puts out fresh and most of the time, original content. a musical prodigy, as some people called him, and others called him unique, entertaining, different, inspiring. some called him mediocre and basic, but against yoongi’s strong fan base, none of that mattered. even without the fanbase, yoongi still didn’t give two damns about what anybody had to say against him. and with the success he has, he doesn’t need to be worried about anything or anybody else just yet.

but, you’d think that because of his success and picture-perfect life captured by an expensive camera and posh lenses (hey, the fact that yoongi is so well liked despite not attempting to even out his flaws with light boxes and filters or makeup products is impressive), he’d try that extra bit harder when it came to creating content he enjoys putting out into the world. especially editing videos- including ones where forgetting to edit out one tiny, tiny clip could result in thirty new scandals and his name being in the media longer than it has to be.

because min yoongi, despite his magical fingers and creative mind when it comes to creating the video itself, is the absolute worst at editing videos. he just can’t be bothered to watch the same clips over and over again. and, even though you may not like it, you’re suffering at the hand of his poor editing skills.

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[…]  Here in my spheres of the Internet, it’s funny how everyone shares this idea that WRITING = fantasy and science fiction, that WRITERS are people who get loads of money to publish their space elf stories. I think we all found each other here and now because we share these roots of being The Bookish Children, who aspired to be Tolkien or Adams when we grew up, and I think that’s great, and I’m so glad we share all this.
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It’s weird, though, how our Writing About Writing then tends to be about fiction. And fiction is such a strange market, a really weird beast. I think that a lot of this post applies to fiction writers in a particularly toxic and demoralizing way but it’s also very true in nonfiction writing.
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As a kid you have all of these… IDEAS about nonfiction writing. That your textbooks and news stories and magazines and adventures and dictionaries and everything are prepared lovingly and truthfully by experts. Edited and approved by some great authority. It isn’t Authors or Writers who create this stuff; you don’t want to grow up to be them; they are oracles, not celebrities. There is still this perception that nonfiction is handed down benevolently, like stone tablets from God.
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And the truth of it is that nonfiction is handed down by whoever met the deadline first. These were generally not The Bookish Children whose Daydreams Finally Took Fruitful Wing. These were the ones who believed Terry Pratchett when he said “If you trust in yourself…and believe in your dreams…and follow your star…you’ll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy.”
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The truth is, natural talent attracts a certain magician’s-flair attention, but that the Content Machine is starving, and it gobbles up sparkly cupcakes just as fast as it gobbles up plain bread. The news cycle turns over. Nobody’s reading it carefully, thinking of the children, setting words to flake and texture against each other just so. They’re thinking of Wednesday. They’re afraid they’re about to be found out as Mediocre, and if they miss another deadline they will get the Raised Eyebrow.
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Talent is a pony you can ride for 3000 words, but when your job is 10,000 words a week then you need a fuckin trained warhorse that puts its head down and carries you stolidly through a battlefield of distractions and doesn’t listen when you try to steer it otherwise.
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So you get this dichotomy in Writing about Writing, where in Fiction Writing you’re encouraged to build an elaborate fairy grotto and arrange the correct pencils in pretty Mason jars to attract the attentions of a Muse, and then do a bit of performance art where you try to market yourself while also being very humble and modest - it’s not very evidence-based, is it? And in Nonfiction it’s just THROW WORDS AT THE PAGE UNTIL THEY STICK! THROW WORDS AT THE WALL - THROW WORDS AT YOUR MOTHER. THROW YOUR MOTHER AT THE WALL. FUCK FUCK BALLS THEY’RE SLIDING OFF!! FUCK HAND ME THAT CONCLUSION WE’LL NAIL IT INTO PLACE AND PAINT OVER IT AND IT’LL KIND OF… CRUST OVER. THIS IS CRAP, IT’S THE WORST THING I’VE EVER MADE, SEND THE FUCKER OUT THERE YES GOOD DONE.
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And the Nonfiction gets written, every damn day, thousands of words, filling up the Internet, bringing the news, coming through the radio, teaching the children, adorning the museums, educating the people, telling the truth, selling the product - it gets out there. But don’t think it isn’t creative, powerful, coming from some essential source - its pedigree is just as potent as fiction’s. This post may be terrible, but it has warhorses and cupcakes and all sorts of strange and alarming imagery. And most of nonfiction writing isn’t good. Most of it is workhorse, mediocre, bringing the truth to your mouth - some of it’s terrible. This certainly is.
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And you didn’t notice. You noticed it was there.
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Maybe try writing fiction like you’re writing nonfiction. Maybe it will help.
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—  @elodieunderglass - such a fantastic response to this quote (originally a quote from Megan McArdle in an Atlantic article titled ‘Why Writers Are The Worst Procrastinators’) that i had to give it its own quote.

sxmmits  asked:

I saw you described the picture you edited of Pavel Baranov as your real-life Draco, are there any other people you see as the real-life version of the other characters?

Well, no real person is a perfect representation of any of the characters, but I suppose there are some closely-resembling people that, if you change a few details about them, WOULD then become some HP character in my head. And I usually use such people as references, so I guess I can give you my list of those? :)

(and I hope you don’t mind me sharing your ask with everyone! <3)

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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Originally posted by yuris-on-ice

(24/2/17)

I got so many lovely recommendations this week! Thank you! Read until the very end for an announcement!

If you do not see your recommendation it means that it will be on next week’s list! 

Rec’d by anonymous:
lie to make me like you by cityboys, Mature, 80k
Victor is a retired actor looking for love, and Yuuri happens to be the (un)fortunate soul to unwittingly ask him out at the beginning of the month. Except relationships don’t come with a script, and it’s much harder understanding love than roles.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Each Sip Like Starlight by cloverfield, Mature, 13k
There are two beds here – both identical, made up neat with hotel linen and pillows piled high. They’re only going to need one.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Winning Hearts by Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom), Teen, 19k
When Victor Nikiforov is 17, he meets Yuuri Katsuki, and they become quick friends.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Until You Return to Me by BatMads, Teen, 35k (WIP)
Yuuri and Victor are in St. Petersburg together at last, but when Yuuri has difficulty adjusting to the transition and tragedy strikes, it seems as though they may be separated forever. Now they struggle to find their way back to each other when the universe seems to conspire against a happy ending.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @scarlet99 :
never tasted rubies by ebenroot, 16k
In which Yuuri is an unwilling radio host and Victor won’t stop calling in to chat with him.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
even Time by DiAnna44, Mature, 18k
In which yuuri and victor get it wrong until time comes in and allows for them to get it right.

Pomegranate (Never Let Me Go) by loving_mellark, powerandpathos, Gen, 4.1k
Viktor and Yuuri skate to the Underworld myth of Persephone and Hades.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
High-Flying, Adored by terra_incognita, Gen, 26k
Yuuri is new to this whole superhero thing, but he thinks he’s more or less got the hang of it. Moonlighting as Eros, he’s taken up the mask to protect the people of Hasetsu from a surprising wave of organized crime.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
An Inch Too Much by AgapantoBlu, Mature, 5.7k
An unwanted flashback of his past was the last thing Viktor needed before Yuuri’s Rostelecom Cup and in between that, the pressure of being back in Russia and Makkachin suddenly hurting, he feels crushed.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Entwining Fates by rinsled05, Teen, 27k
Imagine, then, if a young Japanese wizard by the name of Yuuri Katsuki had transferred to Hogwarts to escape his past, just in time to meet a Russian Quidditch player who would blow open the very doors he was trying so desperately to close.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Helpless Magic by Shermanshire, Teen, 4.8k (WIP)
AU where Viktor becomes Yuuri’s magic tutor, and Yuuri begins to fall helplessly in love because he’s a little adorable dork.
Helpless! by Icelette, Gen, 681 words (locked to Ao3 users)
Woke up and started imagining Viktor and Yuuri as Eliza and Alexander from Hamilton, at the ballroom, and ended up replacing/rewriting the lyrics for Helpless from the Hamilton musical.
Love Doesn’t Discriminate, Between the Winners and the Fakes, It Skates and It Skates and It Skates by TheSecretUchiha, Gen, 35k (WIP)
Yuuri opens his eyes and there’s an angry man speaking Russian at him and a crowd of expectant fans waiting for a performance by the best skater in the world.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
We Close At Six by beAUtiful (future_fishy), Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
Yuuri works at the rental desk of an ice rink. Viktor is a business man who happens to go to said ice rink every day after work. Throw in an adopted son, a gossipy best friend and a lot of mutual pining and you get this.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @ever-so-nice:
when the ice melts in the snow (that’s when you’ll love me) by lilithiumwords, Explicit, 47k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is the worst incubus in the Underworld. Viktor Nikiforov is his human target.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
With The Engine Inside by RC_McLachlan, Explicit, 2k
Victor brought this on himself.
Immaculate Dream, Made Breath and Skin by RC_McLachlan, Explicit, 2.8k
Almost half his life has been spent training for the day that Victor Nikiforov takes him to bed, so when it finally happens after the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri’s prepared. More than prepared: he’s ready. No one’s ever touched him as a lover, sure, but there’s nothing that he hasn’t already dreamed about doing or having done to him to make anything that could happen a shock.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @skatinggays:
Fatum ad Momentum by maydei, Teen, 18k (WIP)
A re-evaluation of everything, from day one, the real day one. From, “Be my coach, Victor!!” And how trust, friendship, and love were built from there. Through Victor’s eyes, the story unfolds—the journey and experience of knowing Yuuri.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Tale of Sleeping Prince by LittleSnow00, Teen, 49k (WIP)
From when he was 5, Yuuri Katsuki knew he was different.
And he chose to ignore his gift until he met a certain spirit under the cherry blossom petals.
My Sanctuary by sophia191203, Mature, 17k (WIP)
Omegas are rare… like super rare… Male omegas, even more so. Yuuri is one. How is he going to tell Victor?

Rec’d by @harlequinade-13:
Rise Above the Tides by Kashoku, Explicit, 34k
Yuuri was going to go out on top, just like Viktor had. He was going to win gold in his third World’s appearance and then retire to spend the rest of his life with his husband. But when a freak accident during his finale free skate leaves him blind, Yuuri finds himself spiraling into a world darker than the one in front of his eyes and he must learn to Rise.


Thank you for all your recs! ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎

P.S. I am opening submissions for YOI Fan Rec Friday art/gif/edit banners! Please don’t feel pressured to make anything if you don’t want to, but if you love creating art/gifs/edits and want to create a YOI themed (preferably Victuuri, but I don’t mind!) banner for my YOI Fan Rec Friday posts, send it into my submissions box and it may be selected! 🎉 To thank you, I’ll make a whole fic rec list of whatever you would like (as long as it’s within my fic rec guidelines!) and infinite thanks and internet hugs from me ☺️

Cardiovascular Palpitations Pt. 2 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

Originally posted by nnochu

→ fluff, smut, angst, really fuckign fluffy smut 10k
→ friends with benefits au, doctors au ft Taehyung
part 1 | part 2 | story talk

Yay! This was super cute but I’m seriously so glad its over lol I didn’t edit so its not my best work but it’s officially the longest thing I’ve ever written so I hope you like it! Let me know what you think, and I’ll be uploading a story talk and drabbles about this au soon! 

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I please request you write something about Jumin getting drunk and suddenly calls out Rika's name while MC/Reader is taking care of him?

Title: Shadow

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Genre: Romance/Angst
Characters|Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

Disclaimer: This post is word heavy

a|n this was the most evil request i’ve ever received. whoever you are, thank you for breaking my heart while writing this. how could you. *cries for juju *also cries for self

The shadows of your heart
are hanging in the sweet, sweet air
The secrets that you hide
controls us and it’s just not fair

You were not ignorant of anything. In the little time you were able to spend with the members of the RFA, you have been given clues about the former mistress who used to run the association. The former mistress who, according to them, died due to suicide. You were not able to meet her in person but you’ve been given photos of her to look at while she was still alive.

They said her name was Rika.

What a beautiful name. What an even more beautiful personality. She made the organization to distribute and bring happiness for everyone. They said she’s engaged to be married to the current acting President, V. You wondered how was he able to cope up with her death?

You knew that Yoosung, Rika’s cousin was still mourning. It’s a given. He said they’ve been close since he was young. Everybody in the association admired and respected her and of course — in return, you did as well. With all the praises and beautiful things about her, you couldn’t help yourself but look up to her. A perfect role model. She did everything by herself, turning the RFA, which was named after her, an organization that would reflect her wishes.
Her pure, untainted hopes.
What a wonderful woman, you mused.

Yet, you found yourself as the replacement of the woman who died and left this earth. All of a sudden, just by accidentally downloading an app, you found yourself slowly become a part of something warmer than the sun — the friendship you gained with each member.

You are not ignorant. Yes, definitely, you weren’t. You are the kind of woman who knew where her boundary lies. You were not the type to go beyond or over something without carefully thinking about it.

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Free Dessert? Hell yeah ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Jack x reader x Conor

Word Count: 1417

Summary: Where two lovers fake a proposal to get dessert and it goes viral. This is based by the new viral tweet.

Requested: “One where you and Jack make a fake proposal to get a free dessert but a fan sees and videos it so they can share the the cute moment and everyone freaks out thinking they’re actually engaged.”

Note: I broke into my best friend’s house last night because she forgot to leave the door open for me, while she is at work. She died when I told her I climbed through her bathroom window😂


Jack sighed, setting down his editing on his laptop. It was Saturday night and he had the worst week of his life, nothing was going right. From meetings, to cancelled meetings, to running around after the boys, to filming videos and lastly, not seeing you for a week in a half and not speaking to you in four days. 

All he wants is to be with you. He knows how stressful you have been; he loves that you’re doing a major in photography but he hates that you stress yourself so much out with it. He also knows that you have an exam coming up and knows you won’t be sleeping because you have to get everything perfect, the smallest of things would make want to start over again.

It wasn’t until he watched someone fake a birthday, that he could the best idea ever. 

Scrambling up to his feet, he glanced at the clock seeing it was only six, if he planned this out perfectly he would get to yours around ten to seven depending on traffic. Taking a shower, dressing in his best clothes and grabbing his keys, he was out the door by half past and already on route to your apartment.

As reached your apartment he heard Conor’s old album playing around the apartment, he remembered the day he asked you why you listened to it and you said, “The faster I do my art, the faster I can stop listening to it.” He couldn’t stop laughing when you said that and never fails to tell that story when he’s with the gang.

Stepping into the apartment, Jack closed the door and made his way into the living room. He leaned up on the door frame, smiling loving at his girlfriend who was dancing and singing softly to Royalty around the living room picking up photos and placing them on black boards.

“As much as I would love to stand here watching you all day, we my crazy baby are going out.” Jack spoke up, an amused look on his face watching you jump around to face him with your arm in the ready to attack.

You slowly put your arm down and pulled Jack into a hug, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” Jack mumbled into his girlfriend’s hair. “But get dressed up fancy, we are dining like King and Queens.”

“Why?” You mumbled looking up at Jack,

Jack grinned unwrapping his arms and stepping back, “We need some fun. So get your cute little ass in that room and put on that sparkly red dress, do your make up and let’s go. The meal is booked for eight.”

You nodded your head and made your way to you room but stopped turning your head over your shoulder, “I’m not crazy.”

Jack’s laugh echoed the flat, “You were going to attack me with a photograph.”

Glaring at him, you stomped into your room where a little smile on your face appeared on your face from hearing Jack chuckling to himself.


45 minutes later you waltzed out of your bedroom doing a twirl for Jack who was making camera noises and gasping. Laughing you turned to face him with a smile on your face, “How do I look?”

“Fucking beautiful baby.” Jack smiled, the look of awe pure on his face. “Do you have a fancy diamond right by any chance? I have a little plan for tonight.”

“Aren’t you suppose to buy the ring, if you’re going to propose?” You teased with a smile but took off into your room to get a ring.

“When I buy you a ring, you’re going to know about it.” Jack smirked holding his hand out for the ring.

“Oh? Will I?” You smirked back. 

Jack just laughed grabbing your hand and pulling you out your apartment, “Why do you need this ring anyway?”

“Want to get some free dessert?” 

“Free dessert? Hell yeah.”


Jack has been relaxed and smiling the whole entire evening and he notice he and manage to make you relaxed and happy. Which is all he had wanted to come out of this meal, to make you happy. 

As you got up to the toilet, Jack called the waiter over and told them about the proposal and just like Jack wanted they offered him a few desserts, which he could not say no to.

By the time you got back to the table Jack was grinning like a mad man, you smiled and sat back down in front of Jack with a questioning look. “Why you looking at me like that?”

“Time to get our free dessert.” Jack whispered before getting down on one knee. Your hand flew to your mouth in fake surprise, as people around the restaurant gasped.  

Jack smiled widely looking directly into your eyes, “Y/N Y/L/N, you are my love of life and I couldn’t think of anyone else to spend it with. Will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded your head, holding your left hand out so he can slide the ring on your finger. Jack stood up and kissed you lovingly as the restaurant clapped and cheered for you both. As Jack broke away from the kiss he whispered against your lips, “When I propose for real, it will be ten times better than this.”

Laughing you pulled back smiling at the couples and families in the restaurant as Jack thanked them all sitting back down. The waiters came towards your table congratulating you and handed you a bottle of champagne and gave you some dessert with “Congratulations” on the plates.

As you were eating Jack looked up towards you with that cheeky smile on his face, “I told you it would work.”

You smiled at him, “I’m glad we did this, I need this. Thank you.”

“Why don’t I go pay and me and you will take this bottle of champagne home and have a night in bed?” Jack smirked at the blush raising on your cheeks while he got up to the bar to pay.


When you and Jack walked into his apartment you both didn’t expect to be tackled onto the fall by the older Maynard screaming at the two of you. “You’re engaged! I’ve been waiting for this moment since you started going out two years ago!”

“Conor!” Jack shouted pushing his brother onto the floor getting up himself, then helping you up. 

“We aren’t engaged.” You laughed at the look of his face.

“Um, yes you are. The video of Jack proposing is all over twitter and Instagram, some fan caught you.”

You and Jack laughed to yourselves as you walked into his living room. “It was fake Con, we did it to get free dessert and to have fun.”

“You proposed to get free dessert? Are you fucking stupid? Why not say it was your birthday?” Conor asked leaning against the door.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jack asked smirking as he threw himself on the sofa, turning his head towards you, “Looks like I’m going to have to explain we aren’t actually engaged.”

You nodded, taking off your heels walking into his kitchen to get glasses. “We should wait till your next video, keep them guessing.”

Conor shook his head in disbelief at the two of you while Jack pointed at you, “This is why she’s my girlfriend.”

“Whatever.” Conor sighed making his way to the door, “Your both fucking crazy and when you propose for real, don’t expect me to excited for you guys.”

You and Jack heard the door slam before giggling to each other. That night you and Jack spent the time in bed watching films but mostly you spent your time talking about the future and you will always remember the words Jack spoke to you that night.

“When I propose, I will be damn if royalty isn’t the theme.”


Jack kept to his promise and Conor failed his. It was two years later and Conor was playing a music gig down on Brighton beach, he was in the middle of singing royalty. When he noticed you and Jack down the back of the beach, Jack on one knee and you screaming the word yes over and over again. He stopped singing for a moment too lost in what was happening before it all clicked, he started screaming and jumping on the stage like a fangirl but he swears he never cried.

Although, everyone saw him cry…


|A Theory pt 3|

GROUP: GOT7

GENRE: Angst, Smut, Pure unadulterated nonsense

LENGTH: 3.5K

A/N: Simply put: Shit gets REAL dolls. I was editing this while getting myself all pretty for my prom tomorrow and I was cackling all the while. Don’t kill me. Enjoy~Kae

Originally posted by dreamsofadramaqueen

GIF IS NOT MINE


“So who goes first?” I heard Youngjae whisper in my ear, his hands still firmly on my hips.

First?

“I don’t even think the brat can handle anymore. She looks about ready to pass out and we haven’t done anything” Jinyoung quipped.

“I can handle a lot more than you think” I growled before I could stop myself, removing myself from Youngjae’s hold and turning back around to face to men behind me.

Jinyoung’s statement brought me back to Jimin’s own earlier and I felt an immediate surge of anger. I wasn’t some innocent school girl, I was a grown woman and I’ll be damned if I allowed them to look at me in any other way. Unfortunately for me, they heard me.

“What was that princess?” Jaebum asked, face set.

“I’m not some innocent schoolgirl. I can handle a lot more than you think”.

I felt two fingers on either side of my lower jaw lifting my face up to look at the owner of the fingers. Jackson was looking down at me with dark eyes and, with a very fluid motion, he gripped the curve of my ass pulling me against him.

“Repeat what you just said”.

His words were blunt, dominant and  filled me with such a longing to submit to him that I’ve never felt before. My pride, however, wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“I said-”

“I heard full well what you said. I was just giving you the opportunity to correct yourself. But since you didn’t take that opportunity” He punctuated that statement by grabbing my ass roughly. 

“Let me make something clear to you” He turned me around immediately, hands tugging my hips back into his and his very obvious arousal.

Everyone in the room could sense that the playful Wang Puppy was gone.

“You haven’t seen any of what I can do. Until you successfully spend one night with me, taking what I give you, how I give it to you then those words are not to leave your lips again. Am I clear?”. His tone was authoritative and left absolutely no room for argument. 

I agree to what he says right now. Or else. I took a deep breath before slowly letting my insecurities fade away as much as possible.

“Yes” I breathed.

I felt his breath ghost over my ear hotly as he whispered “good girl”.

“I’m curious now” Youngjae mused just as Jackson leaned against the wall, pulling me to lay back on him.

“Yeah? About what?” I asked, proud of myself for forming words in this blissed out state.

“What your limits are” He began nonchalantly, pausing to walk toward me.

When he reached me, he began messing with the hem of the thin shirt I wore, before leaning down to my height.

“More specifically, if you’ll let me push them” Youngjae spoke in a sweet voice.

That sweet voice, however, was promising dirty, dirty things. But when Youngjae leaned down to press a heated sensual kiss to my lips, I knew that I was all fucking for whatever that voice was promising.

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Second Chance - Part Two

Originally posted by reyskyvalker

Wow. The response I’ve gotten is just…wow. I can’t even. I am so glad that y’all are enjoying this as much as I am! Thank you so much for your comments and likes and reblogs. You are all amazing! Here is the second chunk! I hope everyone continues to enjoy the story! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the next part!

Also, thanks again to @sannvers for editing and to @mmegaston for doing a final proofread!

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 5,479

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

Tagging: @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night  @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @leah5684 @princessbelgoof

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That Special Time of the Month

Originally posted by antisepticdark

Summary: Fem!Reader wakes up to find that her period came during the night and now she has to deal with the guys being annoying at the office… Well mainly just Mark. Hope you guys like!

A/N: Hello! I wrote a fic, and trust me its not very good and it’s waaay longer than it needs to be. Be gentle, I’m new to the whole posting my writing thing. Also! I speak fluent Spanish so i used some slang in the fic!
“No mames”- Spanish slang/curse for “no way”/“no fucking way”
“Sentida”- Spanish for upset or offended (in this context reader is sad)
Lastly there’s a text conversation in the fic so ‘-’ is Ethan and ‘=‘ is Tyler.

Wordcount: like +2k I’m sorry this is too long bye

Requests are open? This is no good so I don’t know why anyone would be requesting but yeah you can do that if you want. Hope you guys enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Who should I fight Penumbra edition?

WHO SHOULD I FIGHT: THE PENUMBRA PODCAST EDITION (FEAT. ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE)

(why? why?????? would you ask this???)

JUNO STEEL
who wins: him
are you kidding me? the lady is a brawler with a legitimate death wish. also, why would you? enough people are already trying to fight him. you don’t need to, unless you’re peter nureyev and no matter what he’s into, peter, I’d really rather the two of you just talked this out. he’s already fighting himself anyway. someone please stop him.

PETER NUREYEV
who wins: him
???? he’s made of knives and death and charmingly sharp teeth and a distinctly warped moral compass. and apparently you just tried to fight juno. to be avoided if you’ve ever considered genocide and/or cheating him at cards.

RITA
who w no you know what I’m not finishing that, don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare. there is no possible justification. also, juno would annihilate you before you even lifted a finger. so would I. so would all of us.

CECIL KANAGAWA
who wins: you, in the ways that matter
in all probability you’ll get pounded by his security and your horrible death broadcast on TV afterwards, but apparently people have gotten away with fighting him more than once, and you know what? it’s worth it. it’s so worth it.

CASSANDRA KANAGAWA
who wins: uncertain
there’s a lot of simmering resentment and barely restrained fury and angry rock aesthetic going on here that suggests a challenging fight. and she did technically kill a dude. however, if you do win, way to kick a girl while she’s down. you asshole.

MIN KANAGAWA
who wins: me
like cecil, but even more so in every possible way. I live for the day when I get to see someone fight min kanagawa.

JULIAN DIMAGGIO
who wins: you
I can’t imagine any possible reason why you’d want to, unless you are yourself currently a struggling actor and/or barista, but I’m guessing you’d win.

ALESSANDRA STRONG
who wins: her
you, tumblr user and podcast listener, versus alessandra, space war veteran, badass private eye, and possessor of a right hook that can floor multiple people simultaneously? anyway, you know deep down that you don’t deserve to fight her. none of us do.

MICK MERCURY
who wins: you
it’d be an easy fight, but you’re not gonna get any satisfaction out of it. and he’s just going to bounce right back afterwards and keep on going as optimistically as he ever has and quite possibly buy you a drink. you might as well leave the hetero be.

SASHA WIRE
who wins: don’t make me laugh
sasha wire killed a person in her sleep after having a hole lasered into her chest. sasha wire fought hyperion city and won. sasha wire wears sunglasses indoors and no one, ever, not even once, has considered questioning her. the moment you think about fighting her she’s already beaten you.

VALLES VICKY
who wins: her
you should definitely fight vicky just because I’m pretty sure she’d enjoy the hell out of the attempt, but you’re never going to win and you should know that already.

INGRID LAKE
who wins: depends on preparation
despite her violent criminal past it doesn’t seem like it’s particularly hard to physically overpower her. however, if she has already decided that she wants to fight you, she is very good at convoluted murder scenarios, and your odds are severely diminished.

CAPTAIN KHAN
who wins: probably him
noir treats him about as kindly as it does any cop but listen, he’s a good guy who seems to be laying out some serious asskicking among criminals despite having a totally corrupt force. if necessity arises, I suspect his moustache is his weak point.

BROCK ENGSTROM
who wins: you
if you catch the smug old man when he doesn’t have someone around to do his fighting for him, he won’t stand a chance. do it.

VALENCIA
who wins: her
juno steel may have beaten her, but you’re not juno steel. unless you are. is that why you wanted to fight yourself? if you are juno, you’ve already fought just about everyone on this list and I’m not sure why you’re reading it. also, I’d like to have Words with you about some of your recent decisions.

MIASMA
who wins: her
do you have a bomb that specifically targets her genetic code? no? ahahaha. good luck, buddy. you’re soup now.

MAG
who wins: nobody
there’s no question that there’s a moral imperative to fight mag. but you’re going to cry, and peter’s going to cry, and it’s entirely possible that mag will cry, and at the end everyone’s just going to feel sick and tired of lies and suffering and manipulation and dad jokes. or they’ll be dead.

CHANCE SEQUOYAH
who wins: her
this is the worst possible idea??? first of all, she can and will shoot you, and then she’ll take your stuff just to add insult to injury. also, if you fight her, then her wife is going to show up and probably murder you. it’s canon.

MARY ANNE SEQUOYAH
who wins: her
first of all, if you want to fight her, you’ll have to go through me first. then she will destroy you in a well-bred, morally outraged, and ladylike manner, probably while Chance stands in the background laughing.

BEAU RICHMOND
who wins: all of us
oh my god. oh my god please fight him. let me bring popcorn.

JOE NIX
who wins: him
we’re talking about apparently a legitimate serial murderer and sadistic criminal here, so I’m feeling that your odds are probably not great. on the other hand, he’s a scumbag and he needs to be punched. the choice is yours.

MARC
who wins: him
good lord did you even hear how goddamn tenacious this man is? he can duel the shit out of people while lying on his back. if you think you’ve beat him he’ll just come back and annoy you into submission. also, he talks to his horse, a clear sign of a dangerous foe.

TALFRYN
who wins: probably you if you work out
sure, he’s got a sword, but presuming this is a good old hand to hand fight you have a chance because he’s definitely not all that into it so you might as well give it a try.

SIR CAROLINE
who wins: her
only enter this fight if, like juno steel, you find the idea of being beaten to within an inch of your life by people who you find attractive (specifically including ladies) to be appealing. if that’s the case, this is the best fight you can possibly choose.