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Shy Confession

Word Count: 1260

Wanna One: Kang Daniel

Author: I love Daniel so much, so I made something that almost happened to me lol😂


Originally posted by minhwangs

Fixing my hair in the bus as I was running late. I overslept this morning and was rushing to school. I texted my friend quickly.

Me: Unnie Am I late??

Sana: I’m not sure Ms. Soo is handing out maps.

Me: Get one for me! TT I hate this!!

I placed my phone in my pocket as I chewed my bottom lip. I fixed my clothes before exiting the bus and racing for my life to school. I kept running till my school came into view. My best friend was standing around the corner waving at me with the map in her hand. “You’re on time… I guess” she giggled. I tried catching my breath before talking. “Have you seen Daniel?” I asked looking around searching for my crush.

“Ehm yeah… he’s there with Sully and some other kids” She pointed to my right. “Egh she really annoys me” rolling my eyes, as my mood changed when I saw her being really close with Daniel. “He probably doesn’t like her” walking arm in arm to the other side of the road. I looked at her rolling my eyes again “Give me one good reason why not?” Keeping my eyes fixed on Sully. “Well she has a really shitty personality” I nodded mumbling she was right. We sat on a bench waiting till a teacher will show up. But no one came. Some people left already.

“Hey, You guys wanna hang out with us?” Mark my friend asked. I asked who would join and where we will go. Turns out Daniel, Sully and some other kids will tag along. We agreed to come as there was no teacher to check on us.  

We went to a supermarket and bought some snacks, we found a perfect spot in an open field at the park. We sat in a circle, listened to music and talked. “Hey let’s play truth or dare,” Seongwoo said. We all agreed to it and sat straight. Seongwoo started first, spinning the bottle which landed on Sully obviously.

“Sully truth or dare?” She looked at me with that nasty smirk plastered on her small face. “Dare,” she said confidently “Kiss Daniel on the cheek” Seongwoo pointed to Daniel who didn’t look all too happy. Sully fake sighed “if I have to” she adjusting her position, gently grabbing Daniel by the face. She slowly leaned in, I turned around looking at the grass. It had my full attention on a pink flower. My eyes shot up as I saw a big bee coming near me. I screamed on top of my lungs jumping up. Everyone looked at me in shock. I felt like crying as the bee flew away. "What’s wrong Y/N?” Sana asked concerned. I quietly sat down apologizing first before explaining my sudden attack. “I’m extremely allergic to bee’s” locking eyes with Daniel who looked really concerned.

“Okay sucks for you, can we continue?” Sully said trying to get the attention back to her but failed. “I think we should leave,” Daniel said we all agreed, making Sully huff. “We can- …never mind,” Daniel said. Everyone insisted him on telling his idea. He suggested on going to his house and eat there. We all agreed and left the park. We took the metro which was a torture for me. How Sully sat on Daniel’s lap because there were no seats, he offered her his seat but she begged him to sit on his lap. My blood was boiling by now as I looked out of the window.

_

His house was huge and his parents were really nice. They order Pizza for us and made snacks, music playing in the background. We took place in his backyard and talked. His younger brother and sister joined us when the food arrived. I was quietly eating a slice of pizza as I felt eyes burn in my head, I looked to the left and saw Daniel stare at me, he softly smiled at me. I smiled back as I didn’t want to draw attention from Sully. She was being too busy with Seongwoo. Touching his arm every time, he’s talking or laughing at all of his jokes. ‘She’s a gold digger for sure’ I thought, she doesn’t see Daniel anymore. Seongwoo, on the other hand, didn’t mind at all, he wasn’t that popular and never had a girlfriend so this was his change.

“I thought she was with my brother?” Daniel’s sister Jennie whispered. “Yeah, I figured out she’s after his money” she looked quite surprised, keeping her eyes on Sully. “Really?? Seongwoo is rich?” I nodded I told her that his father is the CEO of LG Electronics and his mom is a famous fashion designer. Her mouth dropped open “Do you know what her parents do?” I shrugged telling her I didn’t know.

Jennie was really nice, she asked me how we all became friends. I explained that all of our parents know each other except for Sully. By now she knows I like her brother Daniel. She told me I deserved him more than Sully or any other girl, she made me shy with her remark but appreciated it.

“It’s getting cold” I rubbed my arms to keep myself warm. I felt Daniel grab my hand and brought me inside. We both didn’t speak till we got into his room. I awkwardly stood there watching him how he was looking through his closet.

He handed me a blank grey hoodie, “You can wear this” he mumbled. I stood there looking at my reflection, the hoodie was way too big on me. “I’ll give it back tomorrow” looking at him.

“N-No you can have it, it looks cute on you anyway” he blushed. We just stood there in the middle of his room, the tension between us is literally unbearable. I thought it was best to just leave, I reached for the door but felt two hands grab my shoulders and turn me around. He held his grip on my shoulders as he was looking down at me, I looked back at me, my cheeks probably red.  

He opened his mouth, but no sound. He sighed out of frustration. His warm hand reached for mine. Unsure of what to do I just let him do his thing. He placed my hand over his heart. “Can you feel it?” I nodded my head slowly, his heart was beating rapidly. “It’s because of you… I liked you for so long now and I…” he struggled with his words. I snapped out of thoughts and bluntly smashed my lips on his. I shocked myself with this action that I quickly pulled away. “I’m s-sorry” I stuttered. He touched his lip, his eyes still on me. Before he could say anything, I interrupted him. “I like you so much you have no idea, you make me go insane.” I spat out. He looked at me with amuse.

He smiled and slowly leaned in again. His soft lips landed on mine, it felt perfect. He began moving his lips and I gladly followed him. His hands moving down my waist, pulling me in. Our lips perfectly molding together. I pulled away gasping for air. I hid my face in his chest, feeling extremely embarrassed. I heard him chuckle hugging me, it felt very comforting.

“So do u want to be my girlfriend?” still holding me close, I nodded my head “Yes I would love to” Daniel pulled away, intertwining our fingers and smiled sweetly at me.

This is how our perfect relationship started.

Tom Holland Imagine - I Have Questions (Part 2)

request: a tom imagine where you tell him you are pregnant after you both broke up

a/n: i haven’t written in soooo long but i just needed to distract myself from everything that’s going on right now. the response from part one was so amazing and i know a lot of people wanted part two, and i also incorporated another request i had. i hope this is okay, and i really am sorry for not writing anything for the past two months, im not sure if im going to write regularly again.

word count: 923

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Originally posted by petesparkes


If you could have, you would have gone the rest of your life without seeing him. You’d trusted him with your entire life, and he had broken that trust, shattering your heart in the process. Of course, life was never that simple and you knew you had to tell him sooner or later, before he found out from someone else. He deserved to know.

“Hi,” your voice was hoarse. “Can I come in?” Tom looked different, older somehow, yet it had only been five weeks since you last saw him. He was pale, his chin patterned with the coarse hairs of his stubble. His eyes were bloodshot, and the bags beneath them were darker than you’d ever seen them before, even darker than when he was shooting fifteen hour days on set. Tom cleared his throat, his eyes softened slightly at the sight of you before him.

“What, uhm, what are you doing here?”

“Please, Tom. I don’t want to speak to you at the front door of your rental.”

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his temporary home. You noticed a pair of Converse by the front door that seemed much smaller than his usual size, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt; perhaps his mum was visiting him.

“I know we agreed it was better for us to cut each other completely out of our lives – believe me, it’s what I wanted after the shit you pulled,” your words were bitter, Tom looked hurt, but you weren’t here to argue with him any longer about your situation. “But this can’t wait.”

You followed him as he headed down the hallway to the kitchen. As you passed the door to his bedroom, you snuck a glance through the open door and stopped in your tracks when you noticed the matching set of red laced lingerie discarded across his bedroom floor amongst the clutter on his carpet.

“Is someone else here?”

Tom’s shoulders tensed, his hands balled into fists as he exhaled. He turned to face you, the guilt already plastered on his face.

“Y/n, you don’t understand, I-“

“Wow, Tom. You know for someone who was so desperate to fix whatever this mess is between us, you sure do move on fast.”

His mouth opened, but no words came out.

“Is she here? Oh God, Tom. Is it her?” Your voice was raised. Tom nodded.

“She’s in the shower,” he whispered. There was a silence. “You said you didn’t want to see me ever again, I… I… I didn’t realise that meant I couldn’t live a normal single life.” He was louder now, defensive, and slightly agitated.

“You know I almost believed you when you said you were sorry. Jesus! I nearly fucking believed you were sorry!” You shouted at him, your emotions running high.

“I was sorry!” He came closer to you, your noses almost touching. “I am sorry,” his voice was quieter. “You made the decision to remove me from your life,” he spat in a hushed tone.  “You wanted us to be apart. I wanted to make it work. I was willing to make it work. But you said no. I’m single, y/n, so why can’t I act like I am?”

“Because it’s her. That woman ruined my fucking life, Tom. How can you possibly say you’re sorry when the minute I tell you we’re done you run straight back to her?”

Tom sighed. He rubbed at his eyes, something he always did in frustration.

“Why are you here, y/n?” He looked angry. “You said you didn’t want to see me ever again. You say all this stuff about how it’s easier for us to act like we don’t know each other after I beg for you to stay in my life, and then you show up here!” He was shouting again. “And on top of that, you think you can decide who I can or can’t da-“

“Because I’m pregnant, Tom!” You blurted loudly, cutting him off. He stumbled back slightly, clearly unable to process the news you had been hiding for the past month. “I’m pregnant,” you whispered.

After a lengthy silence, Tom finally spoke up. “How long have you known?”

“A few weeks,” you admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t know how.” You had imagined how this conversation would play out a million times before in your head, but you hadn’t once dreamed it up like this. “I wasn’t going to at first. But it’s your baby, Tom. You should know. You don’t have to be involved, if you don’t want. I get it, but at least you know.”

“I wanna be involved. Of course, I do. Oh my God, y/n, this is everything we ever wanted, everything I ever wanted with you.” He leant against the wall behind him, letting his head fall back to touch the exposed brick. “And I fucked it all up.”
“Tom, I don’t want to hear another apology. I’m just here to tell you. Did I think that maybe I’d tell you and I’d want to try and make this work? Admittedly so. But, after this,” you motioned towards his bedroom, “I’m going to stick to my decision of not being with you. But for the baby’s sake, we, erm, we could try being civil with each other. Maybe we could even be friends.” Tom’s head snapped up. “Maybe.”

He exhaled, pushing himself off the wall and towards you. His fingers touched the bare skin of your arms gently as he nodded. “Maybe.”

Tetherball

My family moved around a lot when I was a kid. Dad was in the Army, sure. But I think it had more to do with how he would constantly lose tetherball matches to the neighborhood kids. You see, as soon as we’d move in to a new house, the first thing dad’d do would be to take out our tetherball pole and put it in the front yard. He treated the pole the way a fisherman treats bait, if bait attracted small fish that had a 100% success rate of coming onto your boat and, I dunno, growing human arms and beating the hell out of you in a game of tetherball, I guess.

But when the human children weren’t immediately biting, he’d go out to the yard and wait. If it took longer than five minutes for someone to walk up to the pole, he’d be out there. I’m not sure why he did this. Maybe it was because for the few brief moments he was out there by himself, he knew he looked like the baddest man alive. The first time you looked at him you’d have thought, my God, now there’s a man who not only could beat children in tetherball, but probably adults too.

He’d go and stand out there with his army haircut, his army clothes, and his army scowl. He would usually forget to help us unpack, he’d be so intense. My brother and the series of wives dad had understood, though. The man was six feet four inches tall, 225 pounds, and had arms and legs big and strong enough that you could affix a truck tire to them. One time we did, and we rode him around our yard and called him Truck Dad.

Any time a kid passed on a bike, dad’d shout “HEY! KID! You. Me. Tetherball. Now. In my front lawn where the tetherball pole is, the one I’m standing next to. Or are you a chicken or some other sort of farm bird, like a, um, ah shit, I dunno, duck?” Oh, how he’d terrify that poor kid. The kid would always be smaller than dad, because dad was a full-grown adult, and the kid was a child. The kid would slowly walk to the pole, terrified of what would happen if he turned down my dad. But of course, that kid would eventually demolish him. Though sometimes old dad would have an advantage in the first couple moments of the game, just based off the intimidation factor.

But once that kid realized that dad was all bark and had no teeth and bad gums and a weak tongue, it was over. The kid would start slapping the hell out of the ball, and dad would just crumble. Sometimes he’d actually fall to the ground and the victorious child would stand on top of him as if he was something that would traditionally be stood on after being conquered, like maybe a mountain. This usually only happened when there were adults around, as some of the crueler adults would tell their kids to treat my dad this way. Eventually they’d get bored or sad and leave, and then word would then quickly spread around town about the new army dad who sucks at tetherball and for some reason is challenging people to it.

The army got wind of this and didn’t love how much he lost, but he was such a great general they couldn’t really do anything. Also they realized a lifetime of losing to children in tetherball was probably punishment enough. We’d move once dad had enough of losing. Sometimes we’d pack up and move right after he initially lost. Other times the old man would stick it out for a few days, even weeks. The longest we ever stayed in one spot was six months. Although, this was more of a technicality — we would have done what we normally did (moving to the next town over in order to stay in the same state as the base dad was stationed at), but this time around the army said “You’ve run out of towns.”

So dad stayed in the town and got beaten, day after day. Around day four the neighborhood kids started feeling bad for him, and they didn’t want to play anymore. But dad would intimidate them, or at least, that’s what he thought he was doing — what he started doing was actually closer to begging. This would make the kids feel even worse, and they’d end up playing. They didn’t feel bad enough to let him win, of course, but it was sure nice to see them care about my old man like that.

Did all this moving around affect me? Maybe. Did seeing my dad get slaughtered time after time in tetherball by kids who were my age or even younger affect me more? Oh, absolutely. For example, one way it’s affected me is that I also do what he did, except I’m a better general and the kids who kick my ass in tetherball are younger.

I can’t say for sure why dad did the things he did, specifically the tetherball one. Sure seemed like masochism at times. I do remember once him telling me “I am trying to make sure everyone in our new neighborhood knows I am not to be messed with except it never works and I’m starting to think that even if I did win it wouldn’t look good because I beat a small child.”

Dad died a few years ago. In his will he demanded to be buried with the tetherball pole. We tried to jam it in the grave but it wouldn’t fit. Eventually it was decided to put the pole on top of the grave, which is what I think he would have wanted, even if his will said something else. Sometimes I’ll visit the grave, and I’ll have to shoo away some kids who were using the pole so I can pray in silence. But once I’m done, I tell those kids to return, and I challenge them, and I lose miserably. Just the way dad would have done, all those years ago.

💥💥TAYLOR PLEASE READ SWIFTIES PLEASE SHARE!💥💥

Dear @taylorswift

The 1989 Tour Omaha night 1 brought a lot of memories and 10/9/15 will be a night I will never forget!☺️

I worked so hard to make my outfit and posters perfect to try and get Taylor to notice them. Before hand I knew I had upper bowl tickets but it wasn’t until I got there that I realized it was the very top row in the back of the arena. My mind was telling me how the heck am I going to get Taylor’s attention all the way up here. But that didn’t stop my from being crazy. I danced and waved my light up poster around the whole night. I never sat down. It was so bright it pretty much lite up the back of the heads of everyone in my section. I later found photos were you can clearly see my sign from any where in the arena.

As Taylor came to the end of the runway and prepared to rise up for Clean I remember wanting to record her speech to have and to listen to in the future so I hit record on my phone. THIS IS WHEN I CAUGHT A MAGICAL MOMENT.

Taylor begins to talk about how one of her favorite parts of the tour is having everyone lite up so she can see them, or “illuminated if you will”. As I’m taking in all her words she goes “if you don’t think I can’t see you at the top your wrong” and a THAT EXACT MOMENT my poster MINE showed up on all the screens. I couldn’t believe my eyes! As you can tell in the video I was so surprised I was yelling at my mom, “mom I’m on the screen, mom I’m on the screen!” I was freaking out! I couldn’t believe that had just happen.

It was after that I knew Taylor had seen my poster and knew I was there. Though she never actually knew who I was and we never met it didn’t matter. All that mattered to me was that she had seen it!

I cherish this moment and haven’t shared it with anyone until now. Thank you for everything Taylor ❤️ I love you!❤️

Forever and Always a Swiftie for Life,
Mackenzie ❤️

@taylorswift @taylornation

anonymous asked:

hiiii can you write something where you're famous as well and a really negative article about harry comes out and you want to take it down so you and your team talk to whoever posted it but they demand a story of yours instead and you give them something really personal and then harry finds out? (sorry it's so specific it's based on a dream I had haha)

This Is Going To Kill Him (Harry Styles Imagine)

Summary: There is a rude article written about Harry, and Y/N using the power she has in Hollywood (she is well known also), takes down the article and shares a personal story about herself to hopefully help others, and even posts a loving picture talking about the ‘real Harry Styles’.

Requested: yes

Warnings: partial swearing, mention of depression, insecurities, and eating disorders

A/N: Y/B/F/N= your best friend’s name

Sorry I have been inactive over the weekend, I’ve been busy this past weekend, but I’m back! Again, thank you for all the support and love you all give to me. Thank you soooo much! Requests are still open, and I will be updating my series this week!

“This is going to kill him”, Y/N says as she puts the laptop on the counter in front of her, gets up, and walks over into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“I’m sorry for coming over here so early” Y/B/F/N says looking at the clock that reads 8:37am, “I just thought you would want to know, so you can maybe prevent Harry from reading it”.

“Thank you for showing me. It’s just so frustrating how someone can write absolute trash that has no actual facts or truth to it, and can just destroy someone’s character and not even get in trouble about it. Yes, I know we have right to freedom of speech, but that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole. Like this” Y/N says walking over to the living room to grab her laptop again and reads the article,

“Harry Styles spotted out with girlfriend, Y/N. We use the term girlfriend very, VERY, loosely, as you have seen Styles’s track record. But Y/N may be different as we have seen them together more than two minutes, we mean, weeks. We don’t understand what Y/N sees in him. We over here on WEGOSSIP, couldn’t date someone who has been with over thirty of forty women before us. Harry doesn’t even deny it! In one of his latest interviews, the interviewer asked what the boys are looking forward to when they go on their break, and Harry said how he sleeps in different beds every night, and it will be nice to sleep in his own bed on his time off!”

“That’s not even all he said, or what he said, or what he meant!” Y/N says angrily. “He said he misses sleep in his own bed because of tour they have to move from hotel to different hotel every single night. He miss familiarity.”

“Not to be insensitive, but, this is what comes with fame. Don’t you think Harry is used to it almost by now?” Y/B/F/N asks cautiously.

“You’re right to an extent. People will lie and be cruel and hate you, but this article, the people who write it get paid for it. They aren’t just being what people call haters, but they are professional article writers who are destroying someone’s character.” Y/N says.

“It just hurts, because it reminds of like four years ago, when I found Harry reading mean comments people wrote about his performance. Harry was performing, and he didn’t have breath control when he hit a note, so he didn’t hit it like he usually does.  He was beating himself up all night after the performance. He secluded himself from everyone in his room. When I walked in, I found his phone screen smashed across the room and him with his hand in his hands. He was in tears. He believed all the nasty things people were saying about him. He actually looked me in the eyes, and asked me if he was a good enough singer. We weren’t dating at the time, just friends, but it hurt to see him like that, so insecure, so broken. He was so close to giving up doing what he loved because of people’s opinions.” Y/N says sadly.

“This article isn’t just hating on him, they are trying to destroy him. I mean look at the title of the article “HARRY STYLES: ROLEMODEL OR MANWHORE?” Y/N says pointing to the screen.

“So, what are you going to do?” Y/B/F/N asks.

“I have connections to people who can order to take it down. But after, we will give the attention that Harry deserves, we will show people who the real Harry Styles is. The loving, caring, gentlemen he is.” Y/N says smiling.


~On Clever News, at 3:47pm~
“Y/N is possibly one of the best girlfriends in our books”, Mariam reports, “Recently today the internet went into a frenzy when a false and hateful article went out about our favorite dimpled green eye cutie, calling him a manwhore, and misquoting him.”

The YouTube video cuts to pictures of snippets from the article, and Mariam explaining what the article said, and showing where the article had misquoted him.

“Awful right?” Mariam continues as the video shows her again, “But miss Y/N was not having it. One of our favorite singer turned actress, shut that article AND website down.”

Again, the video cuts to the public statement that the article writers put out saying they are pulling down the article, and posting a very personal story about her, which Y/N requested herself happens, in which it talks about Y/N dealing with her struggles of loving herself, and being bullied in high school.”

“In the article she says,

“In school I got really badly bullied. It all started in middle school when I was taller than all the other girls. I went through puberty earlier. I remember the girls making fun of me because of my height, my acne, braces, and my glasses. I stopped eating, I stopped talking to people around me. In high school it just got worse. My body type wasn’t right, my style wasn’t right. It seemed not matter how much I changed myself, I didn’t fit in. Then one day, I got really sick of stories where the prince always saves the girl. Why couldn’t the girl save herself? So, that’s what I did. I changed my story. I lived life on my own terms, I saved myself for myself.”

“So incredibly inspiring” Mariam says, “but, she didn’t stop there, after the article was released, she wrote a loving caption to a picture she posted shortly ago about her boyfriend, saying…”

“My love, there are many people who are hateful. There are many people who are always going to find something wrong with you. But you have taught me to just love. I love you so much. You have been nothing but a respectful gentlemen, and boyfriend to me these past months we’ve been dating. I am so lucky to have first met you on X Factor, to becoming really close friends over the past few years, to now soulmates these past few months. I love you with all of my heart Harry Styles, never forget that.”

“And she even started the Hashtag #ILoveYouHarry, which is now trending internationally, with fans flooding Harry with support, and love”.

“Ugh”, Mariam jokes around groaning, “Can you feel my heart melting?” she jokingly asks.

“Tell us what you think in the comments below about…”, and before the video could end Harry shuts it off.
Harry brings Y/N into his side, and kisses the top of her forehead as they sit on the couch.

“You didn’t have to do all that.” Harry says finally breaking the silence, “It wasn’t a big deal, interviewers make those rude passive aggressive comments all the time”.

“Yeah, but, I have the platform to tell people that it’s not okay. That we need to treat each other with respect. That it doesn’t matter who you are, where you come from, what skin color you are, what social class you are, what gender, religion, or sexuality you are, that we are all equal, we are all human, and we all deserve respect.”

Harry looks deeply into Y/N’s eyes for a minute. Y/N has never been the one to speak a lot, she is usually the listener, while Harry is the talker.

“What?” Y/N says blushing away from the gorgeous green eyes staring at her.

“I love you. I love your heart, your passion, everything. Every day, you just give me another reason to love you. God, Y/N I just fucking love you.”

“I love you too Harry. Never, ever forget that.” Y/N says while snuggling into his side looking up at him.

“I won’t baby.” Harry promises, kissing her forehead.

“Good”

I hope whoever requested it, liked it! Thank you again for everyone that have been so supportive! Love you all! Requests are open on my blog! Have a great Monday! xoxo

anonymous asked:

Who'd you recommend as shawn's blog?

everyone who i follow is super lovely so i’m going to tell you a few people that i can think off the top of my head who i love and cherish, whether they know i exist or not

@papishawn - tilly was my first mendes friend and actually convinced me to make this blog

@latteshawn - the sweetest angel out there and deserves all the love, omg

@starrynightshawn - we became friends over 13 reasons why but she’s absolutely great and hilarious please follow her

@illumeshawn - literally my ALL TIME favorite blog on here. before i made this blog i’d read her stuff religiously. she’s friendly and hilarious as well

@berghh - literally so cute !!! i love her blog so much omg

@purebeanshawn - the url explains it ??? just a pure bean. great writings as well!

@shawnsleo - who followed me today for some reason and i squealed a little she’s great and hilarious

@ihaveabadreputation - one of the greats seriously she’s hilarious and so friendly

@takeiteasyonmyheart - every time i see her in my notes i smile a little more

@babyshawwn - BEST. BLURBS. EVER. also really cool, probably a friend crush

@shit-to-kinda-okay who followed me today as well, which may have caused a few tears :’)

@heromendes - the cutest, sweetest, and just seems so full of love. her icon makes me die as well

@thesmutofthemendes - m is the cutest and spends a lot of time and energy writing, as well as talking to everyone who graces her inbox. not sure how she hasn’t died yet with all the smutty blurbs she gets sent every day lol

and of course there are more, and i’ll open up my following page on mobile if you want to look through everyone ! :) x

Getting to the Bottom


Summary: Dan is miffed at why so many people assume he is a bottom (even if they are right). Phil is just highly amused. 

It was late afternoon, but that didn’t stop Phil from making his third cup of coffee that day. He had woken up at ten, which was pretty early for him. Dan had only woken up an hour ago. Speaking of which, Phil wondered what his boyfriend was up to. He was probably scrolling through tumblr and reading youtube comments from his latest video.

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coololdsoulpoetlove  asked:

Could you please do one where Laf is a werewolf but reader is a vampire?

You smile against Laf’s lips as pulls you into a kiss. You’d waited around house he and the other members of the pack share while they all went out, running under the full moon.

He makes you wait inside, always inside and upstairs so you don’t get killed by one of them. Even Laf would tear a vampire apart under the influence of the full moon.

“How was your run?” You ask, running your fingers through his curls.

“The same as it always is I guess, you know I don’t remember it well,” he says, pressing his lips to yours again.

You grin as you flip the both of you over, so you’re lying on top of him.

“Do you ever think about the fact that we’re supposed to hate each other?” He asks, his smile dropping.

“But we don’t. Don’t focus on silly tales like that Gil,” you tell him softly, gently kissing his forehead. “I have nothing against werewolves. Even your friends out there who are all waiting for me to hurt you so they can kill me.”

He gives you a small smile and kisses your cheek.

“You’re not saying that because you’re planning on doing just that are you?” He asks with a grin.

“No baby, I’m saying it because Alexander and John are standing on the other side of the door,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes.

SU Fandom + Concrete situation

I just have to say, the Steven Universe fandom, from what I’ve seen on Tumblr(Not all, but just most of what I’ve seen on Tumblr) is so fucking stupid. Like, excuse my language, but goddamn, you guys are acting like the Crewniverse is talking some shit about you guys, but even then, tell me what reason there is to send death threats to them? Yes, I do get that the whole Concrete art isn’t necessarily good, it could sort of be deemed as racist, but you gotta think, it is concept art, some type of quick sketch. I do understand the people who do get mad, but react in a calm manner, trying to talk things out, etc, but you guys are acting like total bitches. Like, this ain’t what the show is about, its about love and respect, all that, not some “Oh, something was drawn, a quick drawing with no thought to it? Better fucking threaten these people to death.” Like no, wtf? I’m sorry, but you gotta be on some stupid shit to think that.

And on top of that, the whole thing with “Oh, Rebecca Sugar is racist”. How? Tell me how, if we have some characters, like Garnet, Bismuth, Amethyst. Not to mention the Voice Actors who aren’t just black, but of other races? If Rebecca Sugar is racist, why wasn’t Garnet your “stereotypical black girl” who does all this what not, and instead, she’s a more so calm and collected person? Ya boy right here wants to know because shit, I can debate this all day.(But I won’t)

Haunted Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

“Another ghost?!”  Daesung shot up out of his seat and was halfway to the door before Youngbae caught him and pulled him back.

“Not here,” he said, pushing the taller man back into his chair.  “You’re safe Daesungie.”

Daesung relaxed slightly but kept a wary eye on you, like you were going to suddenly start pulling ghosts out of thin air and throwing them at him.

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anonymous asked:

hey tankun, do you have any yoonkook fic which is not tell us who is top/bottom yet also the author doesn't tag on it but we still figure out because jk is kinda dom? idk if i discribe it understanable yet cause my english it not good >< tks for anwsering me!

Hello! I think I get what you mean! I tried my best! Some of this does have sexual content in them, but nothing all the way or concrete on who does what, but it’s fairly implied that Jungkook is sort of leading the relationship, but sometimes Yoongi can be seen leading though for the most part its all Jungkook.

of the sea, remain by sundaytimes  
[Magic AU][Friends with Benefits to Lovers][Sexual Content][Blood and Violence]

Fucking Date Me by pornographicpenguin
[Two-Shot][Long-Distance Relationship][Skype Video Sex][First Meetings][Fluff]

Softly (Ruin Me) by collisions  
[Tattoo Parlor AU][Shy Yoongi][Slight Muscle Kink][Phone Sex][Fluff]

Lift me up by nunie_lullaby  
[Non AU][Fluff]

Under The Sea (and sometimes above) by DancingSkys  
[Mermaid AU][Drowning][Fluff]

your hand in mine by suganochu  
[Fluff][Cute Yoongi][Long Distance Relationship]

You Never Walk Alone by TheOrgasmicSeke
[Finished Multichapter][Supernatural AU][Werewolf!Jungkook][Human!Yoongi][Mild Gore][Angst][Slow Burn]

The Company We Keep by bangtaninthecupboard
[Finished Multichapter][Werewolf!Jungkook][Witch!Yoongi][Fluff]

nothing lasts forever but wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night by Saranghae  
[Finished Multichapter][College AU][Past YoonMin][Mild Sexual Content][Intoxication]

thanks for playing me justin sunbabenim by munchkin109
[Unfinished Multichapter][Non AU][Text Fic][Humor][Fluff][Angst]

Hopefully this list is to your liking!

rupaul’s drag race season 9 iconic moments (an updating list):

  • You’re perfect 💯, you’re beautiful 👰, you look 👀 like Linda Evangelista 💃..You’re a model 💋 💅. Everything 🔁  about you ☞ is perfect 💯 ! Did you stone 💎 those tights👢? Oh, you’re smiling 👱 ! They eat 🍽  her up 🔝 EVERY 🕛  SINGLE 🕧  TIME 🕗  she’s on that damned 👹 stage 🏁. She😡 ftsdbsds😣 . She could walk 👣  out there in a fucking 😠  diaper 👶  and they’ll 👥 be like 🗣: “Valentina! 👰 Your smile 👄  is beautiful! 😍 ”.
  • Uh, who’s after Peppermint? Who’s after Peppermint? Why y’all acting brand new??? We gotta get out of here! Who’s after Peppermint, dayum!
  • Anything Gaga does
  • What’s an adjective?
  • I would hate-fuck the shit out of Valentina. I feel like that bitch can take a dick.
  • Can someone tell me if there’s another station somewhere that I’m not seeing? …So, am I like Matilda or something?
  • The hip pads struggle
  • Shut up for a second.
  • Since this is Rupaul’s best friend race right now… Letsss talk about who we think is the most annoying. You! Really BITCH what have I done to you? I’mma fight her *screams*
  • Who do you think is tops? None of them. You know they all bottoms.

anonymous asked:

Writing prompt where person A is living with a new foster family and is slowly falling in love with the best friend of his new brother. Kind of stuck in this fic I'm writing rn Love your blog btw

Thank you! I’ll try my best! 


1. “Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“Yeah. Okay. Look, you are my brother now, and if there is anyone I’d trust to look after and date my brother, it’s gonna be my best friend.” 


2. “All I have ever wanted was a normal, happy family.. of course I have to go and ruin it some how…” 


3. “Oh yeah, because having a crush on top of everything wasn’t bad enough, I just had to get a crush on someone who I am going to have to see literally all the time.” 


4. “Hey, were having movie night if you wanna join? Just the three of us, my room, bring a blanket.” 

“Uh…I don’t think that’s such a good idea….” 


5. “Are you okay? You know you can talk to me, right? I mean… We are family now, and after all, that’s what family is for…” 

“Thanks… but I don’t think you’d like whats on my mind..” 

“As long as you don’t tell me you have some kind of crush on me, we’re good. Cause I love you dude, but not like that..” 

“No… No, it’s not you I have a crush on…” 



I hope you like them, and if you need anything else, don’t be afraid to ask! 

A Little Bit of Appreciation

So I just felt like I needed to say this, and let you know that I appreciate you! SO I’m going to tag you and let you know what I think about you and all!! 


@trashasaurusrex I love your art and how nice you are to talk to and honestly it’s so amazing that we can quote movies together and come up with whack ideas, so yeah keep on shining dude!! Also I really want us to talk more I think you’re great

 

@luomoape DUDE!!! JUST!! You’re awesome, mkay! You can be an asshole like a lot but it’s okay cos you’re funny so I’ll let it slide just as long as you don’t insult tacos. Also you’re really crazy and fun to talk to


@mickelpickelvoiceacts you’re the best pickel ever!! And honestly really funny and weird and dude we need to talk more cos you seem lit!!!


@anheledir Ned you are by far my favorite bunny and I love yah!! You’re so sweet and awesome and you’re a drama king, but it’s okay cos I am too LOL. But anyways, I appreciate you!


@landsec YOU ARE MY LEGIT HISPANIC BEST FRIEND!!! LIKE Idk how to explain that but you know what I mean, and I appreciate that we can talk in spanish to each other and everyone else is just like “what the fuck are they saying” but yeah, I appreciate you


@andyourteeth Katie you’re awesome!! Like amaze balls awesome!! And even though we haven’t talked much just yet, I can tell that we are already great friends, you’re super talented and easy to talk to and I hope everyone thinks the same.


@thewinterbunny you’re the best!!! I honestly love talking with you and also RPing and you’re just awesome dude!!! You’re also crazy talented and unlike most who get intimidated or jealous I’m just over here like “I love and support you and please have some tacos” cos you is the best!! #AppreciateAndRespect


but yeah Imma do more, I can’t remember all of you off the top of my head but just know I will do a post for you too, hehe once I remember where I left my pants…. 

Something I actually kinda love in Yuri on Ice is how the issues of weight are being dealt with. I’ve seen a few people upset about it, and I get it, but I take a different view. It’s certainly not perfect, but I think the show treats Yuuri’s weight issues in a way that is so uncommon that really makes it refreshing.

I’m going to put all this under the cut since its pretty long. Read on if you’d like!

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32Korea: AMWF Sex Club

written by AMWFLoveFetish2


“You’re really becoming the top favorite in such short a time,” Kwon tells her.  “We have a lot of guys waiting to see you tonight.  Think you can handle it all?”

           “You know I want to drown in their cum,” she tells him.

           She’s the only White woman, the rest are horny Asian men, and she’s only here to let herself be used any way they want to use her body.  They want to see her covered in Asian cum.  That’s why they all came here tonight.  To cum on the submissive White woman who has grown a reputation for her addiction to Asian cum.

           “You’re really way too beautiful to be doing this,” the ahjussi tells her even as he faps his thick dark cock in front of her angelic face glazed beyond recognition, covered and drenched in steamy Korean facial cream freshly churned and spurted out of half a dozen horny Korean men.

           “Open your pretty mouth, White girl,” ahjussi instructs the willing cum-sponge on her knees in front of his cock as he moans out in pent-up orgasm as lets go and ejaculates so much hot cock-milk onto the White girl’s pink tongue acting as spoon.

           “Please drink it,” he tells her in politely turned on request and she obediently swallows the Korean cum and licks around her mouth and opens wide, shows the ahjussi “All Gone.”

           “Waaaahh… Noh-lot-neh…!” He pats her head reverently grateful and tries to slide a fold of money into her hand. “Mah-shin-neng-guh-sah-muh-guh. Mmm?” He tells her, like a grandfather doting on their children’s kids.  

           The cum-covered White girl understands more Korean than she can feel comfortable speaking in the correct grammar and pronunciation, but she tries her best anyway and answers, “Oppa cum nuh-moo mah-shee-suh-yo.  Gahmsahumnida.  Jahl-muh-guh-sumnida… Oppa.”

           The ahjussi’s dark cock sprang solid and thick to hard life again as he heard her sexy accented attempts at Korean and the things she was saying turned him on so much he had to order her to suck his Asian dick and he fucked her pretty dirty holy Caucasian slut-mouth until this time he ejaculated inside the White girl’s mouth, shooting all his cum directly down her throat and making her choke, choke, and cough.  It turned him on so much to see the angelic looking White girl become such a willing and engaging cumtoy for Asian men.  It turned him on hearing the sexy White girl’s sexy fucking voice trying to speak Korean to him, her accents got his cock so hard he just had to fuck her mouth again.  And cum again, and cum again, cum on her beautiful skin, cover her face in his cum again, all over her.

           He had to have her again.

           The next Asian eager for his turn was cute and his shyness made him seem quaintly cuter to her.  Her beauty intimidated the Asian boy so much, but his lust for her and desire to cum on her White skin was greater than his shyness, and that is why he is here.  That is why he came tonight to worship the goddess.  To give her his heartfelt, soul-true, cock-fapped offering.  His tribute in fresh cum.

           Shy Guy couldn’t look her in the eyes.  Even after he jerked off and came, shooting seven large and long ropes of thick dangly cock-cream onto her angelic face, his wild almond eyes savored every angle he looked upon her cum-covered countenance… but he could never look at her beauty full-on in her face as she kept her eyes open to see his reactions to seeing her like this.  Sexually used like this.  Degraded like this.  Worshipped like this.

           With globs of cum dangling and looming directly on her eyelashes and eyelids, threatening to pour down into her eyeballs, the White girl with the piercing bright and so-round eyes kept staring intently and fascinatingly at the nervous shy Korean boy in front of her still fapping his cum-spent cock in front of her milk-creamed face.

           He still could not look her in the eyes.

           “Thank you,” he respectfully told her while light bowing politely.  “I’m sorry I cum so much.  You are so pretty.  I’m much sorry. I cum again—”

           He fapped harder and faster, rocketing himself to cum again, sprays her lovely White girl face and shoots sperm in her eyes and she doesn’t even blink, but smiles.

           When she finally catches his eyes and he looks at her full-on, with such a grateful look of worship written on his cute Asian boyish face, she smiles wider and her eyes smile too, and her mischievous eyes give the Asian boy who loves her so a sexy wink that gushes cum and oozes into her eyeball and leaks out sperm globs out from underneath the now-closed eyelid as it shuts.

           “Oh my fucking god!” she elicits such a turned-on response and gasp out of him, she feels so proud.  And she should feel proud.

           “I love you,” he gushes to her in Korean.  “I wish I marry you.”

           Now he made her gush out a laugh and underneath all the layers of cum, she felt herself blush.  The Asian boy was so cute.

           The next Asian boy was a muscular Korean man who looked in his thirties.  He unzipped his slim-fit suit pants and eagerly took out his billy-club of a cock and she felt his sexual energy so strongly as he wildly jacked off in front of her beautiful face drenched in Korean men’s sperm that only turned the man on so much more, like a firehose shooting gallons of gasoline streams into the blazing inferno.  His lust for her was out of control but he reigned himself from raping her White body outright and just stick and settle for masturbating in front of her face to add his genetic lineage to the collecting facial mask of Korean men’s ancestors staining her angelic feminine face and soaking deep into her pores, bonding with her own European genes and taking it over internally forever.

           “Suck the cum out of my dick, please—” the muscle-popping, veins-standing out on his athletic body, the wild Korean man greedily shoved his throbbing thick cock inside the White girl’s heavenly mouth and began to fuck her divine face.  Pumping wildly, the Korean howled in such indescribable pleasure as he raped the paradise of the White girl’s sexy wet mouth and he felt such intense passion, such love, such lust, such overload on all sensations it was like an out of body religious experience.  He saw lights and felt so lightheaded the only way to keep himself from passing out unconscious was to animalistically thrust deeper down into her throat and concentrate on the sounds of her drool and gagging that only made his pillaging Asian dick throb thicker and fill up more of her throat.

           “I’ve lusted for you since high school,” the Korean muscle confessed to her as he held her by the back of her head and cradled her as he more gently slid his engorged cock around inside her stuffed mouth, savoring how good she made him feel.  

           “I never knew you liked Asian guys so I never got to ask you out… You don’t know how much cum I spilled out to you, thinking of you, dreaming of fucking you back in school,” the Korean continued admitting to her as he slapped her tongue over and over and over with his heavy cock and then slapped her face with the dick, wiped globs of cum off her face with his cock and ordered her to lick it off his cockhead.

           “You should have let me know you were like this,” he said, stuffing her mouth again and thrusting deeper.  Quickening the pace and the power with which he fucked her face now.  “To think I’ve been wasting all that cum when I could’ve and should’ve been flooding it all into its proper place!”

           He gagged her with such loud drooly squish-squashes as cock-flavored saliva streamed and leaked out of her used up slut mouth and ran down her chin, her neck, soaked her tits, and ran down her body underneath her clothes, as well as directly from mouth to the floor.

           “Gotta make up for lost time!” the Korean muscle panted as he sweatily power-fucked the White goddess of his heart’s dreams, closing his eyes as he finally took out his years-long pent-up lust for her body now unleashed at last.  “Gotta make up for lost time!  Gotta make up for lost time! FUUUUUUUUUCKK!!!”

           He came what seemed to her like a gallon worth of Korean cum down her throat and she felt her throat muscles gagging but kept swallowing it all down to please him.  He shuddered and his muscular body tensed as he raped her mouth for as long as he wanted until he had to cum again and this time his cum sprayed out mixed with piss onto the White sweetheart’s angelic cum-soaked face.    

           “I’m coming back to fuck you, not just a blowjob,” he told his high-school Grail Fuck.  “Don’t you go anywhere again without letting me rape your beautiful pussy at long last. I want to savor everything and I want to make it special.”

           After he left, an older man, also Korean, entered the room and excitedly unbuckled in heat as he smiled at the beautiful White girl drowning in Asian sperm.  He kept smiling as he shoved his hard cock into those young angelic pink lips and began fucking her mouth, and his smile widened into an open-mouthed moan.  He never felt such an amazing blowjob in his life, and he fantasized of sticking his dick inside a pretty White woman’s pretty pink mouth for five decades.

           “Oh my jesus christos god of fuck me,” the older Korean ahjussi exclaimed in such a satisfied sigh… “I never imagined how much a White woman can make a blowjob feel even more greatest greater feeling ever… Oh my fuck god, you are my favorite person who ever lived.  I wish I could award you Nobel Prize.  Your blowjobs are national treasure, White Angel Girl.  Okay?  Your mouth tunnel to Heaven’s Paradise.  I can die happy now.  Waaaaaahhhh.  Noh-lot-neh, noh-lot-suh… Haaaaah-chahm…!”

           The older ahjussi laughed and patted the obedient White girl on her pretty cum-washed head.

           “Please get plenty to eat and take care yourself, and live well, young girl,” he kindly spoke to her in Korean language in his regional dialect as he waved goodbye and goodnight to his beautiful Caucasian cumbucket slut.  “You have such pretty eyes and so pretty smile.  I like see them both smile more often.  Okay?”

           She nodded and as she did, she felt globs of cum slide down her face and strands of ropey cum dangling like gooey pendulums of cum from her well-used well-soiled well-moisturized face.  She had enough all-natural fresh Korean skin cream on her to prevent wrinkles for at least a year.

           After the act, unlike Western men, the Asian men did not treat her disdainfully or as a throwaway sex object, but showed perhaps more respect and gratitude and appreciate for her sexually pleasuring them and letting them sexually use her to satisfy their pent-up lusts.  They were so grateful to her and patting her head if they could without touching too much cum, wanting to tell her thank you and letting her know how much it meant to them to have a pretty White girl like her let them put their Asian dicks inside her mouth and cum on her and for her to treat them like human beings.

           That was a big reason why she enjoyed giving her body to be used and degraded only to be worshipped more after she fulfilled her desired function.  Her purpose.  Her reason for living, which she was happy and at peace to have finally found at last.

           And she truly enjoyed it.  Felt no shame, but only empowerment and appreciation.

           She even felt love.

           Cleansed.  Reborn in a weekly baptism of Asian men’s cum.

           Washed away the pain.

           Amen.

She put her cum-soiled clothes into a plastic zip-up bag she brought and then showered in the locker room style open showers.  She put on her clean change of clothes and headed out.

           She greeted the Korean guard, who respectfully stood and lightly bowed his head slightly to bid her farewell and safe travel home for the night.

           “You’re doing good in school?  Getting enough to eat?” he asks her each time she comes and goes in his native Korean, like a paternal figure that she lacked in her own family upbringing.  

           She headed out into the parking lot, accompanied by the older Korean guard.  He insisted on chaperoning her out as it was late night and parking lots could be dangerous for anyone, much more to such a beautiful attractive young woman as herself. He made sure she got safely inside her vehicle, and she blew him a kiss goodnight.  Then she thought better.

           She pulled him inside her car, to the backseat, and she let the grateful Korean guard fuck her without a condom and cum inside her pussy three times and once inside her mouth.  It was beginning to dawn the next morning when she finally pulled out of the lot and arrived back home.

           She showered again and went to bed tired but feeling pleased.

She would sleep long and comfortably deep over the weekend.

“I know from experience that in this life people are divided in two categories.  A third category does not exist; people either belong to one of the other.  The first one resembles the fly.  The main characteristic of the fly is that it is attracted by dirt.  For example, when a fly is found in a garden full of flowers with beautiful fragrances, it will ignore them and will go sit on top of some dirt found on the ground.  It will start messing around with it and feel comfortable with the bad smell.  If the fly could talk, and you asked it it show you a rose in the garden, it would answer: "I don’t even know what a rose looks like.  I only know where to find garbage, toilets, and dirt.”  there are some people who resemble the fly.  People belonging to this category have learned to think negatively, and always look for the bad things in life, ignoring and refusing the presence of good.

The other category is like the bee whose main characteristic is to always look for something sweet and nice to sit on.  When a bee is found in a room full of dirt and there is a small piece of sweet in a corner, it will ignore the dirt and will go to sit on top of the sweet.  Now, if we ask the bee to show us where the garbage is, it will answer: “I don’t know.  I can only tell you where to find flowers, sweets, honey and sugar; it only knows the good things in life and is ignorant of all evil.”  This is the second category of people who have a positive way of thinking, and see only the good side of things.  They always try to cover up the evil in order to protect their fellow men; on the contrary, people in the first category try to expose the evil and bring it to the surface.

When someone comes to me and starts accusing other people, and puts me in a difficult situation, I tell him the above example.  Then, I ask him to decide to which category he wishes to belong, so he may find people of the same kind to socialize with.“

- From Saint Paisios on the Holy Mountain by PriestMonk Christodoulos, p.43-44

Imagine Jim, Spock and Bones go to a theme park and there’s this rollarcoaster called “TUNNEL OF DEATH” and Jim is like, “yesssssssss we’re doing it”
But McCoy puts his foot down. “No. I’m not gettin on a ride called tunnel of death, are you mad?”
But Jim talks him into it, with some help from Spock. “We’ll go first, it’s two at a time, and if it’s actually scary I’ll call back and tell you and you can just not go, but we really wanna, Bones, pleeeeease!”
So Bones agrees to this plan.
They get to the top and Bones is going over the plan. “So you’ll call back if it’s scary, Spock. Dont say anything if you think it’s ok. Got it?”
“I understand Leonard.”
“If you think I wont enjoy it, you shout!”
“Bones, we get it. It’s fine.”
The attendant gets them all seated, Jim and Spock in front and Bones in a seperate one with some Denobulan whos chatting to his family.
Jim and Spock head off, and Bones is leaning forward to listen out for them there’s silence for a moment then he hears Jim start to yell. He cant figure out what hes saying. Then, oh god, Spock too? Hes gotta get out, this’ll be shit.
But they’re strapped in, and the Denobulan is keen, and Bones is just too polite, he can’t bring himself to inconvenience everyone!
So he goes. He holds on tight and grits his teeth and keeps his eyes wide fucking open.
And its…
Beautiful.
Its a tunnel ride, a water slide essentially. The walls of the tunnel are studded with little lights. He counts to 15 seconds, which is how long between Jim and Spock leaving and his boats departure, and in that time nothing scary has happened. The lights on the walls form arrows to warn you when a turn is coming. He relaxes. Theres a few minor waterfalls, but they’re really quite fun.
When the ride ends he gets out and looks over at Jim and Spock. Jim is grinning, “Wasn’t that lovely, Bones!”
“You bloody fools, the deal was you yell if it’s scary, how in gods name was that scary?”
“Didn’t you hear me? I was saying how beautiful it was! That you’d have a great time!”
“Of course i couldnt hear you! There’s fucking waterfalls everywhere!! I thought i was gonna have a stroke, dammit! And what were you doing joining in!” He yelled at Spock.
“I… was instructing Jim to be silent. I apologize for the miscommunication.”
Bones never lets them forget it.

@sleepymccoy thank you so much for submitting! 

the image of bones with a lil smile on his face as he goes over a waterfall is a very good thing and im so happy

perfectforayear  asked:

"Consider this edgelord, we're going to a tea party"

Consider this, I already have to go to a very awkward thanksgiving at my mothers with my brother and half sister who previously thought I was dead for quite some time. All while not bringing up that my brother thinks I hated him for years because my parents lied to me about a very traumatizing incident that happened to him and ultimately led to my own death. ” 

On top of that, I have to avoid saying that said brother knew I was alive much longer than my mother because if I say that she might just shoot me. That is ASSUMING my sister does not stab me with a katana first. And all of this is dependent on if our father doesn’t crash the party and survives two murder attempts by said mother and sister.

And I can’t be seen by anyone else during all this. I think, just maybe, I deserve to be excused from the tea party with a tiny titan that could imagine me out of existence.